The Sun King's Evidence

"Duke, it's time for us to leave. The whole of Nuer is waiting for you." Nuer Grand Marshal Erstein said to Emilia seriously.

Emilia was reluctant to take one last look at Ryan's territory, which was full of green water, green mountains, and vitality. On the vast farmland, serfs were harvesting winter wheat. All the knights under Ryan's command came, and they lined up neatly. Hats off to Emilia.

No one thought that the earl's head maid would be the elector of the empire, but after learning about this, everyone gave Emilia the highest degree of respect. The knights admired people who were persistent and responsible. Amelia worked as Ryan's maid for more than eight years.

Now, Emilia must return to the empire, where there are her vassals and her subjects. They need Emilia, and Emilia must also fulfill her duties. She is the elector after all. The last direct bloodline of the family.

Sulia is here, Teresa is here, Veronica is here, as well as the dark elf Orika and the lake god witch Morgiana who rarely go out.

Of course, what caught Emilia's attention the most was the count with a touch of sadness and a smile on his face. Time passed by, when the elite troops of the Nur Armored Army surrounded her, the twenty-five-year-old Emilia was there. There, looking with affectionate eyes, he vaguely recalled his appearance when he first met Ryan at the age of seventeen.

When I saw him at that time, he was just a knight of the Nord Kingdom and an ordinary member of the White Wolf Knights!

In the legendary stories along the way, Emilia has been a witness to Ryan and the countless epics he created. Emilia thought she could be a loyal spectator and keep watching, but the time of parting finally arrived, and the Duchess's eyes were filled with tears. With tears in her eyes, as time serenaded her return home, she tried to recall the time eight years ago when she was at the dock in Marienburg, packing her bags and setting off to follow Ryan home.

Emilia slowly turned around. She signaled the Nur Armored Army and the Grand Masters of the Knights to get out of the way, and walked in front of Ryan. The man had a doting smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to hold down Emily. Ya's shoulder, patted twice.

The duchess gritted her teeth. She understood how vulnerable she was when facing this man. As long as he spoke, as long as he begged her to stay, she would definitely be willing to abandon everything and stay by his side, even if it meant being a nobody for the rest of her life. Minute maid.

He didn't. On the contrary, Ryan's meaning was very clear. The choice was up to her. No matter what decision she made, he supported it.

But this is the human hero in her mind. Ryan is a man saturated with a sense of responsibility and mission. He is a model of chivalry, the chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake, and a model for all knights.

If Ryan really begged Amelia to stay like a dog, she would look down on him.

"...Finally, I want to say thank you, Ryan, thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now." Emilia came to Ryan, and Duchess Noor said the last words: "I will always be yours." Little maid Emilia, my man.”

After saying that, Emilia stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Ryan gently on the mouth. Then the duchess left and never looked back.

Nur's army left in front of Ryan. Ryan stared blankly at the army's retreat. The Earl let out a long sigh. Emilia's choice to leave also meant that she would give up her current stable and comfortable life and choose to She threw herself into the political whirlpool of Nuer. Currently, Emilia has no shortage of opponents in the imperial court. The positions of elector and grand duke of Wesson are both taken by others, even though she holds the elector's holy sword "The West". "Fire." Going back this time will definitely be a bloody storm.

But this is her choice, and Ryan has no right to interfere.

"Let's go back." Ryan turned around. His backyard was very neat today. Except for the fairy in the lake who was sneaking around recently and didn't know what she was planning, all the women who had a relationship with him were here. .

The two witches left first. Teresa and Veronica were both busy with magic experiments recently, and then there was Morgiana. The Lake God Witch was sending people to investigate Musilon. She was trying to understand the whereabouts of the Potion Holy Grail through divination.

The ones left behind were Sulia and Olika. The female knight gently walked to Ryan and took his arm with her hand. She gently comforted her somewhat sad husband: "It's not that we will never see each other again. When the time comes, If appropriate, we can go to Noor to see Emilia together. She has already built the teleportation array and is just waiting for Ms. Elspeth to activate it there."

"Actually, Emilia left at the wrong time." Ryan shook his head. He signaled the knights to disband, then turned and returned to the winery: "But there is no way. Indeed, this is the agreed time. Nuer has already It’s been delayed long enough.”

"Master, she has it." The dark elf's words were quite direct. Olica squinted her eyes and said in a not-so-pleasant tone: "Really, the master has been with her recently."

"Amelia is leaving after all. It's right to give her more time. I can only blame myself for not living up to expectations..." Lidya Su clutched her belly resentfully. After more than a year of marriage, Ryan and Ryan She had been together the longest, and her spiritual patterns had matured long ago, but she just didn't make any move.

At the same time, the female knight still felt a sense of crisis in her heart. If Emilia gave birth to an eldest son, then due to the identities of both parties, the child would definitely be a legitimate illegitimate child with noble status and inheritance rights recognized by everyone! If he fails to live up to his expectations and cannot have children, does that mean that all Ryan’s titles will be inherited by Emilia’s children in the future? !

"Don't worry, Sulia, Emilia's children will only inherit Emilia's title. All my titles in the future will be inherited by our children." Ryan saw Sulia's worry and he smiled He said, "You can rest assured, I won't die that easily."

A blush appeared on Sulia's face, and the female knight whispered: "That's not what I'm worried about. What I'm worried about is what if... I can't give birth?"

"No, Emilia...it's just special." Ryan complained: "Her spirit pattern matured three weeks ago, and then just a few days...she had it immediately."

"Master, why is it so easy for Emilia to get it?" the dark elf also asked curiously.

"Because there is no violent magic element in her body, the whole process is relatively easy." Ryan shook his head: "You are all different, Olika, you have a lot of dark magic in your body, and Sulia's body A lot of lady’s divine power has been accumulated.”

The female knight and the dark elf maid suddenly realized, especially Sulia. The female knight blushed and thought, has the goddess been possessed too frequently recently?

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Amelia is lucky and you will all have it." Ryan signaled that it was time for them to go back. There were still many things for the count to deal with.

…………I am the dividing line in handling internal affairs…………

Old World, East Brittany, Gray Mountains, River Valley below Blackstone Stronghold.

Expeditionary Knight Kalad is marveling at the uncanny craftsmanship of the dwarves.

Under the peaks of the Gray Mountains, there are acres of farmland being reclaimed. More than two thousand serfs are working hard to atone for their actions. They are grateful for Duke Hagen's magnanimity while working hard.

The dwarves of the Angland clan only established a few outposts to completely control the valley. Each outpost only stationed 5-10 dwarves. These dwarves relied on elite firearms and various defensive equipment to be able to resist An army of thousands of people!

And if the dwarves at the outposts judge that there are enemies that cannot be fought, then these outposts will light beacon fires, and the dwarf troops living inside will go out to fight and give the enemies a fatal blow. The knights of the nearby Principality of Gisoleaux When seeing beacon fire, they will immediately go out to fight.

At the same time, some of the actions of the dwarves opened Kalad's eyes. Facing these unarmed escaped slaves, Belegar ordered his men to train them to learn basic spear thrusts and use some simple hand crossbows. The dwarves' hand crossbows were too easy to use. , the serfs only need to learn to reload, aim, and pull the trigger. This kind of brain-dead tutorial allows the serfs to get started quickly, and even has a certain effect.

The expedition knight vaguely realized why the serfs in Lane's territory had considerable combat effectiveness.

Unfortunately, time flies by and Kalad cannot stay in this place for long. In order to continue to win the attention and affection of the lady, he must set off. The human army led by Sir Bertrand had left even two weeks ago.

Picking up his divine sword Durandal and riding on his beloved horse Galipa, he cleaned his tattered robe. To Kalad's delight, Belegar asked his rune blacksmith Slud - The Honest helped him recast his knight's plate armor and added three runes to it to protect this powerful expeditionary knight. Out of the friendship that they had fought side by side in the Monastery of La-Messnel, the dwarf only After receiving Kalad's cost plus a reward of three hundred gold crowns, this was already very conscientious for the dwarf.

After a long expedition, Kalad had a good savings. The equipment and horses were the life of the knight, so he paid the money without hesitation.

After putting on his armor and mounting his horse, Kalad bid farewell to the dwarves and the serfs in the valley, and embarked on the expedition alone.

The Holy Grail Crusade was lonely. After three hours, the mortal people and towns had already left Kalad. What was left to the expedition knights now was the deserted wilderness. It was already April, Gisoleaux. It is still snowing in some places in the principality. Kalad suspects that the snow is the last struggle of winter, but there is no doubt that soft snow is indeed falling in the world.

From Kalad's perspective, he could occasionally see some barren farmland, yes, occasionally, but when he looked up from a distance, there were very few serfs working on the farmland. Obviously, the harm Kemmler brought to the principality would not be there. Disappearing in such a short period of time, Kalad even doubted whether the damage caused by the necromancer to this land could be healed. But no matter what, Kemmler was dead, and the lives of the serfs and nobles would eventually go on.

this is life.

What made Kalad feel weird was that the merchants were gathering like sharks that smelled blood. Along the way, he met many caravans, all of whom were planning to go to the newly built trading station for trade. They were carrying animal skins, wine and The horses were exchanged for weapons and equipment produced by the dwarves and dark beer and grain produced by the empire.

This gave the land more or less some life.

The caravans were all escorted by troops, some of which were the troops of the Principality of Gisoleaux, and some of which were the merchants' own escorts. While the safety in the wilderness could be guaranteed, Kalad felt annoyed. If so, how would he do it? Can you give enough tribute to the lady?

He decided to stay away from people.

Gradually approaching the Arden Forest, Kalad finally saw his prey as he wished. Amidst the sound of the expedition knight's hooves, a panicked woman was running for her life in the woods, trying to stay away from him.

Kalad immediately confirmed who the other party was - she was wearing a stained green robe and a pointed wizard hat. When he saw the figure of the expedition knight, the woman screamed and ran wildly between the woods, her expression was full of fear. , a lot of magic power was released involuntarily, forming green waves in the air, and her long gray hair was filled with the smell of curse. She tried to rush down the hillside, intending to disappear deep into the forest.

This is a wild mage! She is a female wild mage who awakened her magical talent without systematic training! Kalad knew that among the people, they had an unwritten unified name, that is, witches.

Kalad had only recently seen a witch hunting in the river valley under the Blackstone Stronghold. The witch was tied to the stake and waited for the purification of the flames. As a result, the witch was not afraid of the flames. She released a sharp laugh on the stake. Controlling the fire to attack the serfs, he cursed everyone loudly and warned them that he would come back to destroy the land.

Then the dwarf's cannon immediately blasted the witch into pieces.

In this world, witches are not synonymous with the primary productivity and beauty and kindness. Under the pollution of chaos corruption, every wild mage without systematic training will sooner or later become a chaos wizard, and eventually become a teleportation of chaos demons into the mortal world. Door.

"Evil creature, lackey of Chaos, suffer death!" Kalad kicked his beloved horse in the belly with his spurs, and the pure-blooded elf war horse roared through the forest. The horse's hooves clicked on the snow-covered and muddy ground, and the dense branches Making Kalad lose her sight, the witch chanted a spell, and the wildly proliferating thorns and spikes almost surrounded Kalad. She planned to disappear within the sight of the expedition knight.

She almost succeeded.

"For...Ms.!" The expedition knight clenched his sword with both hands. The branches wrapped around him seemed to become empty. The divine sword Durandal burst out with the light of the lake god, and Kalad released the endless energy. With anger and curses, the obstacles that bothered him were chopped to pieces with his swords. He drove the horse hard, and Kalad signaled his horse to make the final sprint: "Deal with her!"

In the witch's scream of fear, the war horse ran through the deep woods like a rushing thunder and lightning. Durandale accurately tore through the thorns and spikes. At this time, the expedition knight's superb swordsmanship was perfectly displayed. The witch Her back was roundly cut open by Durandal's sword. In a flash of cold light, her dead head fell to the ground. The headless body continued to run for two steps, fell into a piece of mud, twitched slightly, and then disappeared. movement.

"Hmph!" Kalad got off the horse full of disgust. He carefully observed the witch's body and knew that what he met was just a small character. If this level of tribute can satisfy the Lake Fairy, then the Holy Grail The expedition would not be that difficult. The expedition knight knelt down on one knee, prayed to the lady and told his trivial victory, and then planned to continue setting off to find his next goal.

However, before the prayer ended, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from deep in the forest.

A green figure appeared in front of Kalad. He was riding on a tall war horse, wearing a strange green armor with ivy wrapped around it. He was covered in green light, but exuded endless majesty.

"Who are you?!"

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