The Sun King's Evidence

"I now make you a sergeant." Ryan pressed the goddess of revenge on Bertrand's shoulders. The light blue light illuminated the room, and the white purifying fire continued to burn: "The Bergerac Thieves Group It turns out that you are a group of thieves who don't like killing. You always only rob half of the money or goods of the people who pass by. This is the reason why I am willing to let you go, and I hope you can take your brothers and take care of yourself."

"Yes!" Bertrand kowtowed with tears in his eyes. Who wants to be a robber when he can be an honorable sergeant?

Ryan waved his hand, and a knight's attendant returned the weapon that Bertrand had surrendered to him.

Bertrand's weapons are a sharp sword and a long bow. The most special one is his quiver. This quiver is made of a black scale leather. Among the many arrows, a black arrow is special. Striking.

"Is this?" Ryan focused on the black arrow.

"This is the Dragon Heart Arrow, my Earl." Bertrand immediately explained to Ryan: "I killed a small dragon, and then used its skin to make my quiver, and its tendons. Made my great bow, and finally the bones, which held great power, I used it to make three arrows, one I used when I killed the beastmen, and one when I met the greenskin horde. I used one during the attack and this is the only one I have left.”

Ryan was surprised and turned around: "Wait, so you are a legendary powerhouse?"

"Legendary junior hunter, my count." Bertrand lowered his head.

"No wonder, no wonder you are in a hurry to surrender. No wonder you never dare to cause trouble for my people in the Sharon Forest. You have long planned to serve me. You are just looking for an opportunity." Ryan whispered. .

"If you have a choice, who wants to be a robber? My Earl, I don't rely on my surname, gods, adventures, or weapons. I have only relied on my own hands to get here. But I know that this is the limit. My brothers and sisters can't live a wandering life with me in the forest forever. The forest is full of dangers. We are young and strong and can still persist. What about ten years? What about twenty years? We need a way out."

"Very few people can still think about their future when they are robbers, so that's why I met you." Ryan nodded. It is only right for people to have needs. There are only two types of people who don't have needs. One is a fool. , one is a careerist with hidden evil intentions.

Ryan doesn't need either of these people.

"I will send someone to screen your brothers. Those who meet the requirements can choose to join the infantry regiment or become serfs. Those who do not meet the requirements can choose to farm. Women can work in the textile workshops on the banks of the Chinon River. Orphans can be sent Go to the Church of the Goddess of Mercy and be trained by them." Ryan continued the order: "As for you, Bertrand, I plan to expand a company of archers, so you can become a company commander, and the treatment will be the same as that of a sergeant!"

"yes!"

The surrender of a dozen bandit gangs brought a population of more than 4,000 to Lane, who classified the bandits.

For thieves such as the Bergerac Band who had not committed any major crimes, Lane signed a security order to let go of their past. Among them, the bandit leaders headed by Bertrand, Hugo and Petty were also canonized. As a sergeant.

For those thieves who don't want to continue fighting, there are plenty of fields for them to farm.

For some bandits who committed serious crimes such as killing compatriots and businessmen, Lane sent them to mine after verifying the situation. These bandits will endure a mining career of six months to five years to atone for their previous series of evil deeds. , these miners worked in the mines, and the count provided them with accommodation and food, as well as wages of five to eight copper coins a day (equivalent to about 2 to 3 gold crowns a year).

After everything was arranged, the wheel of time slowly turned.

Autumn is here, the harvest season is here. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It slips in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoes over the tops of the trees, dyeing them red. a leaf, and then flew away in a tuft across the valley.

The entire Earl of Glamorgan is in the joy of the harvest. This year, southern Brittany has a bumper harvest, but the northern kingdom has failed due to the long rainy season, and the kingdom's finances are under great pressure.

But whether Britannia has a good harvest or not, it has nothing to do with the vampires of Mousilon.

In Mousilon Castle, Lich King Arkhan still felt frightened when he thought of the tall human he met in Chalon Forest. The Lich King had lived for thousands of years, but he had never seen such a terrifying figure. The existence of terror.

In the cold and damp Merovingian castle, eleven Black Holy Grail knights were standing in the castle hall. Their eyes were dull and they seemed to have completely lost their life. They were like corpses, sleeping.

Arkhan was thinking, the green flames in his eyes flickering.

The Lich King received news that the new Earl of Glamorgan, Lion Malcador, was getting engaged. The engagement ceremony was very simple, with only a few people with the best relationships attending.

Arkhan had given up the idea of ​​causing trouble. Ever since he saw those terrifying beings in the Shalon Forest, the Lich King swore that he would never go to Ryan's territory again.

terrible.

"Damn Ryan Malcador, I curse you! You will never be able to have an heir, you will never be able to face the moonlight, and every night, you will always bear the pain of being devoured by thousands of insects!" The Lich King released a vicious curse , and then he completely gave up his plan to ruin Ryan's engagement ceremony.

Manfred clutched his chest. It took the vampire count several months to barely recover from the horrific injuries Lane inflicted on him. Even so, he still laughed at Arkhan: "Master's most loyal servant, Musilon's The army has lost more than 70%. There were less than 30 blood knights left out of the original one hundred. Morgiana is currently missing. Your plan has completely failed. Do you really want to resurrect the master? How do I feel about you? Are you moving in the opposite direction?"

"Shut up! Manfred!" Arkhan said calmly: "I think I have encountered some extremely terrifying existence."

"Extremely terrifying? Is it Charlemagne who has become a god? Or have you seen the true form of the Bichi in the lake? That Bichi is willing to be born into the world? Or is this just an excuse for your defeat? Just like you have always done? "Manfred was still taunting Arkhan, as if this was the only way to cover up his own shameful failure.

"Just like you led dozens of Blood Knights but couldn't spare Ryan and several of his companions. Not only did you let them escape, but you were also seriously injured?" Arkhan sneered equally mercilessly.

Manfred was also angry, and almost at the same time, both Arkhan and Manfred stopped their taunts.

The cold and damp Merovingian Castle fell into silence again, leaving only groups of undead souls moving slowly.

Seeing that Arkhan was silent, Manfred spoke first: "So... Master's most loyal servant, what are you going to do next? The Red Duke is dead. We tried to resurrect him three times but failed. He is really died."

"...We should change our plan, Manfred. The whereabouts of the Lake God Witch are unknown now, and our current strength is not enough to capture her and sacrifice her." Arkhan shook his head: "The plan needs to change."

Manfred smiled sarcastically, and the vampire count didn't object. He just said that I was listening.

"I'm going to find Heinrich Kemmler, the great wizard of the undead. You go to the Skaven City in the south and try to get the Sword of Nagash collected by the Skaven Rats. Let's split up. Arkhan said to Manfred: "There is no need to stay in Mousilon. Staying any longer is a waste of time."

"..." Manfred was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

He didn't want to waste time here anymore.

"Bang!" A strong wind blew outside the castle. Manfred hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about something: "So... what about Musilon's affairs here?"

"Leave it all to Mahubard." Arkhan's face had no expression, or rather, whether he had an expression or not, he still had that skull face.

"A kid in his twenties? What can he do?"

"A kid in his twenties could seriously injure you and force you to rest for three months. Manfred, don't question my decision." Arkhan repeated tirelessly.

The Lich King must have done something to Mahhubard's body. Many vicious thoughts flashed through Manfred's heart. He would find a way to learn the secrets of Mahhubard, and then take it as his own. own.

But, not now.

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On an autumn night, heavy rain poured down, and lightning roared in the sky, tearing open the deep night sky.

The heavy rain kept hitting the window, which made people feel a little irritable. Under heavy rain, the room would usually be very stuffy, so the people in the room turned on the air conditioner.

Waves of cool breeze blew out from the air conditioner, driving away the stuffy environment.

"Thank you, Earl. I feel much better." Kingdom Knight Armand breathed a sigh of relief. He felt much more comfortable: "Things went smoothly. Earl, you did not go to the scene. I really have to praise our Trading partners, although the number of wood elves is small, the quality of their individual soldiers is really much better than our soldiers."

"I won't go out personally every time. It's a good start for you to solve the problem yourself." Ryan nodded.

Yes, this year Ryan's territory once again ushered in a bumper harvest under the influence of the Fairy in the Lake's tower. As long as the serfs worked hard, they harvested a lot more food than in previous years. Due to the change of the ten-seven tax to a fixed tax , the hard-working serfs are living much better than in previous years.

However, not every serf benefited, and the lazy ones suffered.

Some serfs were unwilling to work hard or join the count's infantry regiment to receive hard training. They complained that the lord was a greedy vampire and was jealous of the good harvests of other hard-working serfs.

They began to cause trouble because their income was reduced. Instigated by certain forces, many serfs tried to raid barns to steal grain, steal grain from neighbors, or tried to storm shops and knights' houses.

At first, Lane issued a strict order prohibiting this behavior, but such things happened one after another. Then, under the guidance of some thoughtful people, a rebellion broke out. More than two hundred serfs gathered under the call of a few "travelers" , launched a rebellion.

However, Ryan was prepared.

Kingdom knights Armand and Olivier led 600 troops to dispatch. Also participating in this conflict were a small army of wood elves. Regarding this war, Ryan only gave Armand a few words of instructions.

"Not surrendered."

So in a small-scale encounter, the count's army wiped out more than two hundred rebellious serfs, and the blood stained the river red. Facing a 600 regular army composed of more than twenty knights, the rebellious serfs were destined to fail to win. After one charge, a conflict was over and all that remained was carnage.

No matter how much the rebellious serfs pleaded, Armand refused to accept surrender. The count's flag officer ordered all the rebellious serfs to be beheaded in public. The riots in the territory finally quieted down completely, and no serfs dared to complain or make trouble anymore.

"Find out who planned those travelers who called on the serfs to cause trouble?" Ryan looked at the heavy rain outside, and the earl's eyes were filled with sternness.

"We found out. We caught two 'travelers'. Through Miss Olica's various interrogation methods and Miss Teresa's magic, we learned that these two travelers received a commission. One of them came from Burley. The noble nobles commissioned several people to do this. They sneaked into the territory and spread various gossips to encourage the serfs to rise up against the count. Armand frowned: "We have already controlled the people, count. What are you going to do next?" Do?"

"..." Ryan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "Let's do nothing for the time being. More than two hundred heads are enough. If Lord Theodoric is a smart man, he will Of course he knows what to do. Since he dares to do this, my dear Duke must have arranged a retreat. Catching two people does not explain the problem."

"Yes!" Armand retreated, leaving only Ryan standing in front of the window.

It's still raining.

"What an unpleasant neighbor. He didn't even drive out the southerners in his own territory, and now he's targeting my territory." Ryan sneered a few times, but then he shook his head, but it wasn't to this extent. When they fell out with Theodoric, the petty actions between nobles were just petty actions. Putting it on the table to make a big fuss, like a child asking for sweets, was a sign of immaturity.

On the contrary, Theodoric's little move was a little impatient, which allowed Ryan to eliminate the restless factors in his territory, so Ryan felt that this should be a test.

"Ryan, my champion~" At this time, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"My lady?" Ryan said in surprise.

"Come on, come to my tower~" the beautiful and moving voice of the Lake Fairy said with an unstoppable tiredness: "I have something to tell you..."

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