The Sun King's Evidence

The arrival of Angron turned the chat between two people into three people. The World Eater Primarch jumped off his hippogryph mount, and he got a few cans of fresh Tilean cat poop coffee, and Two slings of venison jerky and several bottles of brandy.

Brandy is also a kind of wine in Brittany. It is white wine. Brandy is mainly produced in southern Brittany. It is a famous wine in the old world. The best brandy is produced in the Principality of Palaon. It is said that this is the first generation of Paragon. After Duke Argilgal of Laon and the wood elves of Athel Loren formed a friendship to fight side by side, the wine was brewed from the white grapes donated by the wood elves. These two white grapes are called Ugni Blanc and Ugni Blanc. Pigeon dragon white.

In return, the first Duke of Palaon, Agilger, named the wine "Remy Martin" in memory of his wood elf and centaur friends.

Only twelve to fifteen bottles of Remy Martin wine are produced in Palaon a year, and the price of each bottle is more than two hundred gold crowns. Casfann pays tribute to the King of Knights two bottles every year, and pays tribute to the Lake God and Witch two bottles. Three vials were traded with the Empire on a regular basis, and the rest were stored deep in his castle. After Kasfann was captured in the Battle of Helmgart, Kasfann's wife immediately took it out of her castle. Three boxes of Remy Martin, and more than half of the ransom was paid on the spot, allowing the Empire to quickly release Casfan.

"So...brother, these two bottles of Rémy Martin brandy...how did you get them?" Ryan's face was a little tangled. He put the newspaper aside and stared at the two bottles of Rémy Martin in Angron's hand. The body is covered with the yellow Pegasus ring of Duke Casfan of Palaon. Judging from the fact that Ryan has been in Britannia for nearly seven years, this is definitely authentic.

"This? I snatched it." Angron put the things on the long table in the open-air courtyard and said nonchalantly.

"Robbing it?" Ryan squinted at his brother and complained: "Brother, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't rob a human caravan?"

"I didn't rob~" Angron waved his hand and grinned: "I snatched these from the greenskins! These are all!"

Angron sat across from Lion and told him what happened.

It turned out that Angron went to the Gray Mountains to "play" in the past few days, and happened to encounter the caravan of Duke Palaon. It was attacked by the greenskin tribe on the "Grey Lady's Road". This caravan was carrying valuable goods. To trade with the Empire's Reikland, the originally safe trade route had to take the Axbite Pass.

As we all know, the Axbite Pass was destroyed, and this caravan could only be forced to follow the Gray Lady's Road. Under the attack of the vampire army and the greenskin tribe, the entire caravan was unfortunately wiped out. The five knights and the captain led the caravan. Hundreds of guards died collectively.

Angron expressed his deep condolences, and then the Primarch of the World Eaters descended from the sky. He aimed his left ax at the undead army and his right ax at the greenskin horde.

"Robbery, hand over everything, and I can give you a good time."

"This is how these two bottles of Remy Martin came." Angron said that he was very kind and kind and buried the caravan. As for the goods, of course they couldn't be covered in dust in the ice and snow. He had to accept it with a smile and observe the load of the hippogryph. , he took away the most precious brandy, venison jerky and several cans of cat poop coffee, as well as two pieces of fine silk and two wooden boxes of goods.

Ryan was speechless by Angron's hooliganism. He opened his mouth for a long time, but he really couldn't find a word to criticize Angron. In all senses, Angron seemed to have done the right thing. There is nothing wrong with letting go of these goods that fall into the hands of green skins. There is no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with damn things like green skins. They are as insidious as they come. Both the empire and Britannia agree that dead green skins are the best. It's a good green skin.

"Try it, brother, it's rare to get two bottles of good stuff, hehe." Angron took out a glass and filled it for Ryan, while also filling a glass for Orica.

"Remy Martin wine with rich aroma, mellow taste and long aftertaste is indeed the best wine famous in the old world." Ryan reached out to shake the wine glass, and the brown liquid swayed back and forth in the glass goblet: "It's a pity that the output is too small."

By the way, these glass goblets also came from Angron.

His wife Surya's Duke of Winford's family owns the only super-first-class winery in the entire old world and two of the five first-class wineries. The output of the super-first-class wine "Lusalus" is about every three years. Six hundred to eight hundred bottles can barely meet the banquet needs of the empire and the great nobles of Brittany. Remy Martin's annual production is only twelve to fifteen bottles, which is destined to be unable to be promoted to enough people to taste it.

"Not bad." Olica picked up the wine glass and tasted the brandy for a while. The dark elf nodded: "Although humans are far behind elves in brewing, the advantages of varieties are still revealed in the deep taste. Come out."

Angron was quite dissatisfied after hearing Orica's evaluation. He had no intention of arguing with Ryan's maid. Instead, he focused on the newspaper on the table: "Is this the "Legion Flag"? Those idiots from the Ministry of Military Affairs What are they saying to our loyal yet ignorant soldiers?"

"Brother also liked to read "The Weekly" before?" Ryan became interested.

"Of course, I loved reading it when I was a Daemon Prince for Khorne. The newspapers I got from those big heads would make Karn and I sit and laugh for several minutes." Angron flipped through it casually and then lost it. Interesting: "This soldier named Perkins is lucky. The greenskin's motorcycle must have malfunctioned and exploded before he was eliminated by a salvo. When he was surrounded by the greenskins, he probably just held a bayonet and prepared it. He sent himself to death, but Johnson came."

"Luck is also a part of strength, and reincarnation is also a technical job. Brother, in this country, where you are reincarnated almost determines whether you will be a knight or a serf in the future." Ryan said something that no one else understood, and he complained casually. He said: "Brother, if you were born in your father's empire, which status do you think would be better?"

Angron tasted the brandy in the cup. He thought for a while and then replied: "Three types, Rogue Traders, Titan Knight Family, and Imperial Navy Admirals. These three are relatively free and have a better life, especially Rogue Traders." Ronin, I remember that several families received trade licenses signed by their father during the Great Expedition. The validity of that thing is above the laws of the empire. Unfortunately, the number of such trade licenses is very small. Everyone who has one has this. The families with this kind of license are the top and richest. They are only responsible to their father and no one can order them. The nine sets of jewelry that Guilliman and the others brought as a betrothal gift to congratulate you on your wedding are tributes from these families."

"Then Prime Minister Malcador and Guilliman, Sanguinius, Dorne, Jonson, Fulgrim and others have signed similar trade licenses. This kind of effect will be less effective, but it is still enough for a family to establish For an entire dynasty of Rogue Traders, the trade license will no longer work. The degree of freedom is very low, and it is also subject to supervision, and the scope of activities is restricted." Angron continued: "And it cannot be hereditary."

"In this world too, there are wars everywhere. The Empire, Britannia, the north has to face chaos and barbarians, the south has to face greenskins, and there are undead and beastmen in the territory." Ryan said rather self-deprecatingly. Angron said: "I have learned a truth since I was a child growing up in Nord, that is, the barbarians can never be killed, and the forest can never be cleared. Even though I killed the red-eyed Egil before, the northern barbarians lost 50,000 elites. , but just give them a few years to recover.”

"War is the eternal theme, my brother." Angron raised his head and looked at the sky: "Since the Great Crusade, our trajectory has always been from the last war to the next war. Speaking of which, I also know you We plan to attack the Blackstone Stronghold, how are you preparing now?"

"The deployment of supplies is still in progress. As for the preparations for war, we are still far from ready. There are currently some vacancies for soldiers in my territory, so a new batch of soldiers will be recruited at the recruitment ceremony on Midsummer Eve. I can't leave the territory for the expedition. Even if all the soldiers are taken away, enough troops must still be left to defend the territory." Ryan lowered his head and thought, a war is not just a matter of fighting, but must be fully prepared.

His father-in-law Francois is also mobilizing for war and gathering troops.

Ryan is waiting for someone here today.

In order to attack the Blackstone stronghold, Francois not only planned to assemble a large army, but more importantly, he also planned to call that special army of knights.

The name of this knight force is the "Brotherhood of Champion Knights of Quinaris". Its members are all composed of expedition knights and Holy Grail knights. All powerful knights who are legendary or above make up this elite knight corps in Britannia. , they are one of the few elite legions in the kingdom.

After chatting for a while in the open-air courtyard in the afternoon, Sulia also woke up. She came down from the villa with her servants and maids. When she saw Angron was there, the female knight saluted Angron very politely and said Greetings: "Good afternoon, brother Angron."

"Hello, Sulia, good afternoon." Angron nodded in response. The World Eater Primarch was very satisfied with his sister-in-law, but there was no such thing as sister-in-law in this world, so he just called her sister-in-law. name.

"Is Uncle Antelm not here yet?" Sulia sat on Ryan's right side, and the countess asked her husband after she woke up.

"Not yet." Ryan shook his head.

Antelme, Count of Cuilleu, cousin of Francois, Duke of Winford, was also one of the main nobles who attacked the Blackstone stronghold this time.

The extinct Principality of Kuileu has been mentioned in the previous article, and I will not introduce it again here. Although the Principality of Winford inherited all the territory of the Principality of Kuileu, Kuileu’s noble title was retained. The title of count was inherited by François's cousin Anthelme.

So from a certain perspective, the full name of the Principality of Winford should be the "United Principality of Quinaris and Cuilleu", because the titles of the Dukedom of Quinaris and the Dukedom of Cuilleu have been merged into " "Duke of Winford", so Francois always used the title of Duke of Winford to call himself.

If his father-in-law likes it, he can also change his title to "Tancred II, Duke of Quinaris".

I heard from Sulia that Francois didn't like to stay in Quinaris. That city is located on the edge of Athel Loren and is too close to the territory of the wood elves. Ever since there was a Duke in the forest, After the disappearance, the capital of the principality was moved to Helenhilde, and only a castle lord was appointed to lead the knights to be stationed in Quinaris, responsible for guarding against the movements of the undead and wood elves.

The title of the castle lord is different from that of the baron. The castle lord can be appointed by the duke and replaced at will. He is only responsible to the duke, which is somewhat like a garrison chief.

After waiting for a while, Sulia's cousin, Francois's cousin Antelme, finally arrived.

The earl looks to be in his thirties, with weathered features, piety and wisdom in his eyes, and a long aquiline nose that makes his originally handsome facial features look a little strange. A standard The long slicked back hair and slender goatee were carefully taken care of, giving off a sense of elegance.

This is also a powerful Holy Grail Knight, who is the best in the principality in both spear and sword skills.

Speaking of which, Ryan thought to himself that in Britannia, there was no noble who could not ride a horse, use a sword, and dance with a gun.

After thousands of years of reproduction, the bloodlines between nobles have always been intertwined and complicated. If you carefully count them, they are all relatives. The earl himself is a little annoyed by this. He has recently received many so-called "distant relatives" from Sulia. Here, if he wants to become his knight vassal, there are indeed some knights who are somewhat capable, but most of them are just empty-handed.

"Hello, Your Excellency Ryan Malcador, I am Antelm of Astre. It is a great honor to meet you. The lady's divinely chosen champion." Antelm took the initiative to shake hands with Ryan.

"Hello, Lord Antelm." Ryan also extended his hand to shake the count's hand: "With your help, we will be more confident in attacking the Blackstone stronghold."

"Hello, Uncle Antelm." Sulia also stood up and said hello to her cousin.

"Happy wedding! Sulia." Antelm was very happy to see his niece. Count Kuileu smiled: "Sit down, you don't have to stand all the time."

After a brief greeting, everyone talked about business in the open-air courtyard. Angron went out to hunt. Ryan and Antelm sat opposite each other. He asked in a low voice: "So, this time, the champion knight of Quinaris The Brotherhood is going out?”

"Yes, my cousin has written to the champion knights everywhere. Many knights have gathered in the capital of the principality, including Calad Garament who is on the Holy Grail expedition, including my cousin Sir Gerold." Antelm whispered: "This time is the end of Heinrich Kemmler. We have missed an opportunity. This time, the champion knights are eager to chop off the dead man's head from his neck. "

"Very good." Ryan nodded repeatedly: "Our friend, King Belegar-Ironhammer of the Angland clan, is already supervising the construction of more dwarf cannons and organ cannons. The strong city cliffs of the Blackstone Stronghold cannot hinder the knight army! "

"So, Lord Ryan, as the Knight Commander of the Quinaris Champion Knight Brotherhood, I formally invite you and Sulia to join us and become a member of the Knight Companions!" A silver unicorn knight emblem was Put it in front of Ryan.

"War is approaching!"

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