The Sun King's Evidence

Within the territory of Ryan, the settlement of the Angland clan.

This is a small hill. The statues of the three main dwarf gods stand here. The long stone road is solid and smooth. There are many traffic on the road. Many serfs here are laughing all the way to prepare for the Winter Veil Festival. Every house is decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Many serfs After finishing their work, they carried wine and meat home and talked loudly about the Earl's victory. It seemed that as long as Lane led the army to go on an expedition, victory had been confirmed, and all everyone had to do was celebrate.

"Ryan has really done great things in the past few years. I can hear his name all day long when I stay in Kurona." Duke Hagen said to Count Jean-Haren: "Look at his town, I My castle feels like the countryside.”

"Earl Lane is trying to be tricky to a certain extent, but it is a reflection of his personal strength and charm. Only ladies know why the wood elves are willing to take the initiative to trade with him." Earl Harlan shook his head: "But this is not the point, the point is Yes... we must seize this opportunity. The rebellion and food shortage problems in the principality are serious. If the problem is not solved if the problem continues, my duke, our honor will be stained."

Count Jean-Harlan's words just touched the deepest worries in Duke Hagen's heart. He failed to protect and manage the land and people given by the goddess. This is a very disgraceful thing for him, but this Duke has never been good at it. When dealing with internal affairs, he could only ask subconsciously: "It is certainly a good thing that the dwarves established a trading post and planned to develop that wasteland, but how do you think we should negotiate? Can we ask for the franchise of dwarf weapons? By the way, ask these dwarves Surrender? I don’t want them to pay tribute, I just need to at least verbally express my submission.”

"Hey..." Count Jean-Harlan felt very speechless. He thought it would be easier for you to ask the dwarf to pay tribute and ask the dwarf to express his surrender? Are you here to talk about cooperation or to issue a challenge?

But there is no way, Duke Hagen's internal affairs level is like this. He has always been famous for his personal virtue and bravery. He usually doesn't care about internal affairs, but leaves all this matter to his cousin Earl Harlan. Over the past few decades Earl Harlan was worried about managing the entire principality, but Duke Hagen was relaxed and at ease.

The two of them were followed by a group of followers looking at the dwarf settlement from a distance. Count Jean-Harlan could only persuade him earnestly: "My Duke, those are dwarves. Although this is cooperation, we have something to ask for now." People, make concessions when it’s time to make concessions, resume production as soon as possible, and suppress the rebellion is the top priority. We can get back any other losses from future taxes from the trading post.”

"Well, yes, you are right." Although Duke Hagen didn't understand much, he was very willing to delegate power: "Then how should we negotiate with the dwarves? Is it a guessing game or a drinking contest? Or must we negotiate with the dwarves? Dwarf wrestling? I'm not very good at that..."

The Duke's words made his regent almost want to bump his head against the roadside sign.

In the settlement, Belegar was drinking with Patriarch Beric Northstar, Engineer Dugan Tiehan, Chief Engineer Halharford Gold Digger, and his chief rune blacksmith Srud Honesty. By the way, They discussed how to concentrate their efforts, first build the Black Stone stronghold, and then consider how to conquer Bafeng Mountain.

After several previous failures, Belega's mind became clearer. He said that he must be fully prepared, at least to mass-produce weapons and equipment, as well as artillery, and to hoard enough food.

However, the attention of these patriarchs, craftsmen's guilds and engineers was not on this: "A brewery! A brewery that produces dwarf beer! There is also a large tavern big enough to seat at least eight hundred dwarves! No! Wrong, the dwarves need this, only enough beer can revitalize our clan!"

"That's right! I think that's our priority, a brewery."

"Yes! We can ignore other things for the time being. We believe that our top priorities are two. First, sufficient gold reserves, and second, breweries and large taverns!"

The dwarves chattered endlessly, and Belegar also felt a big headache. The king of the Eight Peaks Mountain was a little relieved. Thanks to the establishment of a base, his clan was full of vitality again. Currently, more than 4,000 dwarves have settled in the Blackstone Stronghold. , established statues of gods and butcher churches to drive away vampire corruption. There are still about two thousand people left on Ryan's side. Belega plans to leave a thousand people in Ryan's territory to continue to live in the settlement here and serve Ryan, which can be regarded as repay.

The dwarves were noisy and the atmosphere was lively. Beer was brought in barrel by barrel. The idea of ​​the brewery had been concreted into an implementation plan, and the gun workshop Belegar was concerned about was still just talking about it. This made Eight Peaks Mountain The king was very unhappy. He knocked on the table with his hand, but his wife Komanik warned Beleja not to be impulsive. In the dwarf clan, the craftsmen's association and the clan chiefs always have great power.

"If they want to build it, let's build it." Komarnik whispered: "My husband, you have to learn to compromise."

Before the queen finished speaking, the door of the big house suddenly opened, and several Brittanian nobles came in under the guidance of the Hammer Warriors. They were greeted by the strong smell of beer, tobacco and sweat. Personally, they felt a little uncomfortable, but they endured it and moved forward slowly, ensuring that they would not exceed the slow pace of the Hammer Warriors who led them.

Behind the nobleman, four humans carried a wooden box engraved with the family crest of the Duke of Gisoleaux - a white stag's head on a red and black coat of arms.

Dozens of pairs of dwarf eyes stared at the visitor, which made the visitor feel some pressure. He made a standard general etiquette: "Dear Your Majesty the dwarf, King Belega of the Eight Peaks Mountain, I brought Gisole Greetings from His Excellency Duke Hagen of Oaks, may your body be as strong as steel.”

The dwarves looked at each other and moved out of the way. Belegar sat behind the wine table. The king of the Anglande clan was a little embarrassed because he had to raise his head to look at the visitor.

Don’t these humans even understand any rules? !

"Who are you?" Belega's tone was not very pleasant.

"I am Jean Harlan, Count of Norgesoleaux, cousin of the Duke of Hagen."

"Oh!" The expression on Belegar's face looked better. Dwarves pay special attention to blood relationships, especially for dwarves with few women. Cousins ​​are equal to biological brothers, and nephews and nieces are equal to biological children.

From the perspective of the dwarves, sending his cousin here shows that Duke Hagen attaches great importance to this matter, so Belegar then asked: "So you agreed to our proposal of a trading station? Also, Lord Hagen himself Why don’t you come?”

"The Duke himself doesn't quite understand the way dwarves speak, which can easily lead to misunderstandings. We agree to your proposal to build a trading post, but we have a small request..." Count Jean-Harlan said cautiously.

"Oh, that means you need the help of the dwarves?" Belegar said bluntly: "Tell me, what kind of help? Tell me! What do you want the dwarves to do for you?"

Count Jean-Harlan's expression changed again and again. Even though he was prepared, he was still frightened by the dwarf's directness. If anyone in the court spoke like this, the nobles would tell him to get out.

"There is a rebellion in the principality. King Belegar, we need your help. Otherwise, if there is a serf rebellion, it will be difficult for us to establish a stable trade route and develop that wasteland." Count Jean-Harlan simply said that said.

"Help? Then you should go to your king, or ride on your horse and kill the enemy yourself. What does this have to do with the dwarves? Why should the dwarves pay the price to help you fight?" Belegar's attitude was still bad.

Count Jean-Harlan thought that it was fortunate that Duke Hagen did not come in, otherwise the two parties would definitely fall out at this time.

When the time came to negotiate terms, Count Jean-Harlan motioned to his men to open the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box were several dwarf oath gold, several stacked gold bars, and a large handful of gold crowns and sparkling silver coins. A large box full of gold and silver made a metallic friction sound that fascinated the dwarves. The sounds of gold and silver Light and shadow reflect inside the house.

Belegar and his tribe were instantly fascinated by the gold and silver in the box: "Is this... for us?"

"The Duke is generous, King Belegar. We will not let the dwarves pay for our troubles. Please do us this favor!" Count Jean-Harlan considered his tone carefully. He felt a little proud in his heart. Silver's taste and desire are engraved in the genes.

"Very good, I'll accept it!" As expected, nothing was transferred - as Earl Harlan expected. Belegar was satisfied with the money and agreed. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain signaled his men to take the box and suddenly asked: "Then ...How do you plan to deal with those rebels? Execute them all?"

"Ah? This..." Belega's rhetorical question surprised the visitor.

"I have a proposal... The dwarves need manpower..." Belegar started bargaining according to the plan discussed with Ryan.

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At night, inside the winery.

The fireplace in the room was crackling, and the cold wind outside was blocked by the windows. Inside, Tyrell's carpet covered the wooden floor of the room. Ryan sat behind the cherry wood desk and looked at the documents. The maid Emilia sat next to Ryan, leaning against him intimately, enjoying the time the two of them had alone.

At the end of this year, in the spring of next year, Emilia will return to Nuer to become a duchess and elector.

Unlike before, where she liked to wear her hair long and straight, Emilia now has her hair tied up, which means she is no longer a girl.

After reading the documents for a while, Ryan suddenly said: "Amelia?"

"What's wrong, Ryan?" Amelia looked at Ryan with attachment, her face full of reluctance: "What do you want to say to me?"

"What kind of Winter Veil Festival do you want to have?" Ryan asked casually: "I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Huh?!" Amelia's face suddenly turned red while she was wandering around. The little maid thought for a while and then said inexplicably: "Ryan, you are so full of things like that!"

"Ah?!" Ryan thought to himself, am I talking to you about the same thing?

At this time, Lidya Su pushed the door open and came in. The countess was holding a plate of snacks with a smile on her face: "Lian, Amelia, you have worked hard, let's take a rest!"

The snacks were some pastries and three cups of hot milk, and Ryan did not refuse. The three of them sat down to taste the snacks. Ryan put the delicate pastries into his mouth. He smiled at Sulia and said, "I was thinking, Duke Hagen would Won’t you agree to Belega’s conditions?”

"Duke Hagen will not agree, but Count Jean-Harlan will convince him to agree. Ryan, you don't have to worry." Sulia's sea-blue eyes were filled with a little reproach. She knew that her husband was asking her on purpose: "You I clearly have the answer in my heart, but you still want me to say it~"

"We are husband and wife, and I want to ask your opinion on some things." Ryan smiled maliciously: "I always feel more at ease when I hear you say it again."

"Duke Hagen has no reason to refuse. This is a mutually beneficial cooperation." Sulia put down the tea cup, and the female knight changed her long black stocking legs to a sitting position, and then said: "It's King Belega's temper. , or the temper of the dwarves can easily cause some variables in cooperation, Ryan, I suggest that you also send a detachment to act with King Belegar."

"Yeah, indeed." Ryan nodded in agreement.

After chatting for a few more words, it was getting very late. Amelia kissed Ryan on the mouth with some grievance, then went back to the next room to rest, and left the time to Sulia. The female knight had already arranged the maid shop. After making the bed, the couple got into bed. Ryan hugged his wife's slender waist with some fascination: "Is there nothing going on in the territory during this period?"

"It's nothing. The biggest trouble is that Ms. Teresa encountered some problems when repairing her wizard tower, but it has been solved now." Sulia leaned on her husband's arms, her long golden curly hair falling like a waterfall, She said with great interest: "It's just that she wanted to build it too well, but the budget was a little insufficient. In addition, the Gloria Council sent a team of ice witch apprentices, and they were obviously not suitable for Britta. The relatively warm and humid climate here in Nia made me a little acclimated, so I went to the hospital together."

Thick curtains blocked all light, with only the floor lamp emitting dim light. There was a whistling wind outside the window. After hearing this, Ryan's expression changed a little. He hugged Lidya Su tightly and whispered: "Actually, , I don’t agree with Teresa coming here to build a wizard tower. First of all, as you said, she is not accustomed to the climate. Furthermore, she could have inherited her mother’s wizard tower, and building another wizard tower would cost too much energy and money.”

"But you have no reason to refuse. Who makes my husband so good?" Sulia turned around and stared at Ryan's face: "You respect her choice, so you don't stop her. Since you feel love for her, You felt guilty again, so you accepted her.”

"I am a man after all." Ryan blushed a little. Facing Sulia's teasing gaze, the man was a little embarrassed.

"That's it, how about... taking advantage of the Winter Veil Festival, let's have a banquet?" Sulia's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and she continued: "Bring Ms. Veronica, Ms. Theresa, How about Emilia, Her Highness Morgiana, and Orica all gather together to enjoy a turkey dinner?"

"WTF?" Ryan's mouth opened wide.

More surprises are yet to come.

A dazzling light suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and a soft and delicate body fell from the light. The fragrance of iris overflowed. The person put his arms around Ryan's neck, got into the bed and lay on top of Ryan.

"What a great idea~ I want to participate too!"

The 1st Lane Backyard Congress! Swords and swords, bloody storms (confident)