The Sun King's Evidence

"Halfling?" Fulgrim was a little disapproving, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and he still looked eager for talents. He was thinking about the origin of halflings.

According to the imperial book "National Geographic of the Old World" that Forgan had read, he recalled what happened to the halflings.

Halflings come from the Mutt Territory of the Empire. Their history and origin have been mentioned before, so they will not be repeated here.

Although they are about the same height as dwarves, halflings have never been a race that is good at fighting. Compared with being a warrior, halflings are better at being businessmen, innkeepers, and musicians, while halflings are more talented in cooking. It is unparalleled in the entire old world. Normally, the cooking methods of mortals are nothing more than boiling, stewing, and roasting. On this basis, the halflings have developed methods such as deep-frying, smoking, braising, stir-frying, frying, and braising. In the human kingdom of the old world, a high-end hotel or tavern must have a halfling chef in charge, otherwise it would be considered not to be a truly "classy" restaurant.

Smaller halflings are natural wanderers, skilled in detection, theft, fraud and the use of some simple long-range weapons. They have keen eyesight, excellent hearing, and the ability to move quickly. They are born with the ability to hide themselves quickly and silently. The speed is so fast that few races can catch up. Halflings attach great importance to clan traditions. They believe that clan relationships are an existence that transcends blood and law.

However, halflings are not far away from war. On the contrary, many halflings are willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race values ​​​​money most. However, unlike dwarves, halflings love money through expenses. They never They like to save money, so they always spend it on gifts, parties, and purchases. They regard money as a standard for how well they live in a world full of bulky and huge races.

When a halfling has accumulated enough wealth to squander the rest of his life, they will return to the Mutt Territory to enjoy life. However, most halflings obviously cannot do this. Therefore, halfling mercenaries usually complete a commission and then find Splurge on a good place and then take on the next commission.

Due to their optimistic and cheerful nature and their warm-hearted nature, halflings are always able to stay away from the corruption of chaos. All kinds of jokes and bragging make the journey no longer boring. They are always welcome, but their petty theft personality is also loved and hated.

"Halflings may be excellent scouts and army cooks, but what I need is an elite army with immediate combat capabilities." Fulgrim said calmly with a gentle face: "The expedition is too difficult."

"Harpy is a legendary pinnacle, a rogue close to the sanctuary who became a swashbuckler. He was originally a thief and poacher. After coming to Tyrell, he continued to achieve various miracles. He once pretended to be playing. The cowardly halfling relied on a few daggers to kill a group of bandits on the spot. He once successfully assassinated a black and green warlord who was flying." Amancio motioned to Fulgen to listen to him: "The group of halflings under him, each They are good with bows and crossbows, and they also have a secret weapon.”

"Secret weapon?" Fulgen became interested now.

"That's the Halfling Crucible!" Amancio said seriously: "A special soup made by Halflings. This black soup can burn in water. When it touches an object, it will continue to burn until it goes out. Therefore, when it comes into contact with the human body, the flesh will penetrate the skin and then penetrate deep into the bones. There is no way to extinguish the flames unless the person touched by the flames is completely burned to ashes."

"So that's it." Fulgan understood what was going on after a moment's thought, but if Amancio said it, then this halfling is still worth recruiting: "I understand! And that Arabi's lamp Divine magician?"

Amancio looked around and all the servants immediately retreated, leaving space for a few people at the banquet.

"No one knows the name of this djinn warlock."

"What I can understand is that he came from Araby, passed through the pirate principality of Sartosa, and is now in Tilea. He is very mysterious and has always only called himself a wizard. In the past, he has claimed his identity differently. From a trade prince to a senator who was exiled from the Magic Academy, and even the Gilded King who calls himself Araby, but no matter which identity he has, he will quickly deny himself, so we usually call him the 'Golden Mage'."

"He holds a golden scimitar that is always burning, his robe is made of the best embroidered silk, and his skin is rubbed with gold powder. He looks exotic, behaves elegantly, and likes to use Gao Ge with a thick accent. He speaks in a special language, but anyone who has truly seen his skills will not think that he is just an ordinary Arabi noble. He only needs a spell to summon the elements of fire, wind and sea to attack the enemy, and even create deep sea. Whirlpools and giant thunderstorms, and it is said that in times of crisis he can summon the legendary Arabi djinn from the ancient jar, but unfortunately no one has seen it, or everyone who has seen it has died."

"Recently, he appeared in Miragliano in Tilea. He was injured and lost an eye. He openly announced that he needed a helper, or partner, to assist him in completing his revenge. He has several Endless wealth and knowledge.”

"Sir Fulgen, this is his contact address, but the news I have here is that everyone who tried to cooperate with him failed and was killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed over a small scraps of paper.

"I know." Fulgen took the piece of paper, with a smile still on his face: "Djinn Warlock? Golden Mage? Interesting!"

…………I am the dividing line of Oh Moses Roy…………

After the banquet, several people came out of the Oriental Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.

In the dim streets of Magritte, Fulgrim and Hadrian chatted about their meeting today: "Mrs. Keesler, halflings, Arabs, Tyrell is really a chaotic place."

"I don't know much about war and military affairs, Lord Fulgrim." Hadrian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm just a businessman."

"Businessmen?" Fulgan looked at Hadrian and continued: "Businessmen are never innocent. How many wars are declared in the name of profit in this world? And how many businessmen are opening up the empire in the name of colonization and exploration? territory?"

"You don't need to show your obedience in this way, Mr. Hadrian, just do things well for me." Fulgan continued: "As for who I am? What my family is, you always know. One day, but not now.”

"Hahaha." Hadrian smiled awkwardly. The big trench merchant in the southern country felt a little uncomfortable. Compared to Ryan, who had only recently begun to curb his sharpness, his brother was really...he was like a handful. A very, very ornate knight's sword. From the outside, this knight's sword is too gorgeous and ignores its practical use. However, even if it is hidden in the scabbard, everyone can feel the power of this knight's sword.

And Hadrian had seen this sword unsheathed.

Dahao Shang always had the feeling that Fulgen was so terrifying. He could easily see through every thought and body language that he inadvertently revealed. He looked like he was naked in front of him. As soon as the idea popped into his head, Fulgrim already knew it.

It would be a pity for such people not to become diplomats, Hadrian thought.

"The reason why I don't want to be a diplomat is just that my father wants me to use my power in more important places. In fact, during the Great Expedition, my sons often served as guards and followers, following their father on missions... Forget it, now There is no point in talking about this. Hadrian, tell me, why is Felix a general?" Fulgan then asked: "I'm not saying he is not good, but he only has more than 300 riders, right? This can also be said. Be a general?"

There was only the sound of footsteps in the street, and otherwise there was only the faint light of the fire.

Heir? On a mission? The Great Expedition? Hadrian felt confused when he heard it, but he understood the last question. After hearing it, he smiled and said: "Your Excellency Fulgen, do you know how many marshals and generals there are in Kislev?"

"How many?"

"There are currently more than twenty marshals and more than a hundred generals in Kislev. Mrs. Kisler is like this. The military ranks in this country have always been too many and too many." Hadrian nodded, and he talked about the old The world's military ranking system.

After the Great Holy War, Kislev made a total of hundreds of marshals and thousands of generals. Marshal Kislev was divided into three levels. In addition to the tsar himself as the generalissimo, there are currently three marshals in Kislev, and apart from pure In addition to the title of marshal, there are also "marshals of arms" under their subordinates. For example, the Tsar's Shooting Army has the Shooting Marshal, the Rangers have the Ranger Marshal, the Krim Guard has the Guards Marshal, the Ksar warriors have the Ksar Marshal, and the Hussars have the Ksar Marshal. Marshal of the Hussars, Marshal of the Bear Cavalry, in addition to the Marshal of the Navy, the First Marshal of the Archers and the Second Marshal, the First Marshal of the Infantry and the Second Marshal, and so on.

Anyway, if there is a military branch with an official designation, Mrs. Keesler will definitely be named a marshal.

In comparison, the empire has much less. There are only two permanent marshal titles in the entire empire, namely "Marshal Rick" and "Grand Marshal Noor". Curt Helberg is the ninth Marshal Rick.

As for the country of Britannia, there is no permanent marshal. Only when forming a front army, an expeditionary army or a holy war army, the King of Knights will consider appointing a marshal. For example, the famous Marshal Roland of the Curona Front led a military force. Thousands of troops are stationed on the border between Britannia and the Empire. For the Kingdom of Knights, they do not need to set military ranks, because if the current commander dies in battle, the knight with the highest combined title and status on the battlefield will immediately take over the command. , and out of the constraints of the spirit of chivalry, the knights will immediately obey the new commander.

"Oh, Supreme Lord Admiral Speyer will be disappointed... The matter is almost over. We will not stop here anymore. We will set off to Tilea the day after tomorrow." Fulgrim gave the order.

"yes!"

After temporarily successfully absorbing a group of hussars, the Ash Legion took a short rest and immediately set off for Tilea.

However, when the Ash Legion's fleet arrived in Milagliano, someone also arrived in Tilea.

That was Angron and his hippogryph.

To this day, Angron is already very familiar with Tilea. Since possessing the hippogryph, Angron often rides his hippogryph Nukelia directly over the Black Mountains, arrives in Tilea for shopping, and then Quite shamelessly, he flew over the Black Mountains again so that he wouldn't have to pay Carcassonne's entry duties.

In fact, the knights of the Principality of Carcassonne all know that there is a hippogryph knight who often smuggles across the border like this, but they also turn a blind eye to it. First of all, many nobles of the kingdom also like to ride Pegasus like this. Damn, what's more, this hippogryph knight once singled out an entire green-skinned tribe, grabbed the green-skinned warlord's shoulders with both hands, and tore the green-skinned warlord in half on the spot for whom Carcassonne had a headache.

In the distance, the glorious city-state of Miragliano stands here. The Kingdom of Tilea is divided into several principalities, and Miragliano is obviously the leader of them all.

When Angron landed on his hippogryph, he found that the city was under martial law.

This confused Angron. The World Eater Primarch had originally planned to order a brand new Seiko pocket watch from the watchmaker in Milagliano for his soon-to-be-born nephew. There is a famous watch master in Ragliano. His name is Patek-Philippe. The clocks he makes are famous in the old world. Angron came to see him this time.

If the clockmaker is unwilling, he will "persuade" that he is willing, and if there are guests who are unwilling to let Angron jump in line, he will also "persuad" them to do so.

But the problem is not that complicated. The branch of the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce is located in Miragliano, as well as the famous Halfling Queensberry Chamber of Commerce. Angron has had many dealings with these halflings, and as a small A pocket watch shouldn't be difficult.

Several halflings from the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce saw the appearance of the hippogryph from a distance. This ferocious giant beast is a real rarity in the human country...at least in Tyrell, so the halflings immediately swarmed towards them. They gathered together and said to Angron who had just landed: "Mr. Angron! It is really the most, most, most honorable thing to see you again. I swear your appearance is like the sun appearing in the dark night. , like a pile of sauerkraut mixed with a piece of braised beef..."

"What happened? Why is the city under martial law?" Angron reached out and stroked the hippogryph's neck and handed him a piece of raw meat. The hippogryph immediately devoured it and gave a cry of satisfaction.

"Our prince, Bogil-the Besieger, was assassinated in the Great Baths!" the halfling roared angrily. He stretched out his arms and hugged Angron's calf: "Mr. Angron, our prince was assassinated! He He is dead. Now the mercenaries in the city are vying for the position of prince. Are you interested? The halflings will support you!"

"I'm not interested." Angron thought that he had come at a bad time, but the task must be completed: "Where is the clockmaker?"

"Okay, okay, the evil Master Angron is unwilling to protect Poppy, so Poppy will take you there." Seeing that Angron was unwilling to come forward, the halfling businessman immediately changed his attitude. He took out a pass from his pocket.

With the pass, Angron successfully entered Miragliano.

In the middle of summer, the streets of the city were very depressed. Once Bogil died, Miragliano was left without a prince and ruler. None of the remaining mercenary leaders could convince the public. The tense situation led to a depression in business. After all, No one wants to do business in a chaotic situation.

"Huh! A bunch of poor people living in peace are only thinking about fighting for power." Angron shouted dissatisfied: "While the people in the north are doing their best to resist the evil invasion from the south, the people here are still busy fighting a civil war."

"Yes, Mr. Angron, the trade routes of our Queensberry Chamber of Commerce have also been affected. Our profits have dropped year-on-year... inversely... dropped month-on-month..." the halfling chattered.

"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen!" At this time, a preacher-like figure who was giving a speech caught Angron's attention, and he motioned for the halfling to shut up.

"Calm down, citizens! During this chaotic period, we learned that the green-skinned tribes in the nearby Black Mountains have made strange changes!" This missionary is very, very strong. He carries a battle ax behind his back, is dressed in red linen clothes, and is bundled up. Wearing chains: "Therefore, I bring the teachings of the great God of War!"

"Oh oh oh! What teachings has the God of War brought to us?" The people gathered around were shouting loudly. In this chaotic situation, more people placed their spirits on the gods.

"Anger, and hatred from the bottom of our hearts! Will give us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to take a deep breath, and then release your own war cry to face the enemy!" The missionary said loudly: "Learn to roar, learn to fight, and learn to slice the necks and chests of your enemies with your axe!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" There was a lot of noise underneath.

"???" Angron's expression changed slightly.

"Imagine, imagine the rushing river of blood! Imagine you destroy the enemy! A strong will will look at you. What is that? Is that a gift from the goddess Myrmidia? Yes, you who are high-spirited just want to Let’s collect the heads of the enemies and chop off their heads!” the preacher shouted, he raised his right hand high, the trembling iron chain, the dripping blood, and the shaking skull, all three of them sounded at the same time with a strange frequency : "God, needs sacrifices!"

"!!!" Angron's hands had already reached out to the pair of battle axes on his back.

"But there are no enemies in front of us!" shouted the citizens of Milagliano.

"Yes, we do have no enemies in front of us, but haven't you noticed? These cowards around us also have good heads..."

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded in the distance, and a mercury bullet flew from deep in an alley, smashing the missionary's head into pieces, and blood and brains splattered on the floor.

The crowd dispersed in screams and panic, leaving only Angron standing in front of the high platform. The World Eater Primarch did not look back. He retracted the hand reaching for his battle ax: "I can do it three streets away. I smell the slut on you, sissy.”

"His remarks reminded me of Kahn, but does Kahn have such a high IQ?" Behind the visitor were several heavily armed swordsman officers. The muzzle of the short-barreled musket in his hand was smoking, and the silver Her long, silky hair was fluttering in the hot sun.

"Who knows?" Angron smiled: "Long time no see, brother."

"Yeah, long time no see. Are you interested in coming with me to meet the legendary Arabi Djinn?"

"certainly."

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