The Sun King's Evidence

It is getting dark, and the old guards have finished their whole day of training. They will have dinner first. After dinner every day, they will have a period of free time to read, take a walk, and do some physical exercises. Or you can go for a walk around the area, usually just return to the military camp before curfew time.

The Old Guards are given two days off every ten days. In addition, there are statutory holidays. The cultures of Britannia and the Empire are relatively close. Both sides celebrate the same holidays, but Britannia There are no more "Charlemagne's Ascension Day" and "Uric the Wolf God's Day", replaced by "The Day of the Holy Grail" and "The Birthday of the Lady of the Lake".

There are only about ten days of vacation throughout the year. The annual Winter Veil Festival holiday is usually three to five days. It depends on the lord how to take it. Ryan usually gives four days to the soldiers.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Ryan also finished a bowl of potato stew and beef. He stood up and said to Morgiana: "Let's go. Where should we spend the night?"

Morgiana's eyes lit up after listening to Ryan's words, and the Lake God Witch tried: "You won't go back to the Duke's Castle at night?"

"Sulia asked me to stay with you more." Ryan coughed: "She said we have been in the empire for too long."

"Then... okay." Morgiana didn't hesitate at all. She agreed almost immediately: "Let me decide where to go?"

"Uh-huh." Ryan nodded with a smile and shrugged: "I will listen to you."

"Then let's go to the Holy Grail to pay tribute." Morgiana made the decision without thinking.

"Okay." Ryan said nothing more.

Morgiana sat on the unicorn Sylphan, and Ryan mounted the pure-blood elf war horse Grape. Uncle Grape snorted at Sylphan and hooked the horse's hooves, very arrogantly.

Hilfaen emitted a beam of light directly from the shining horn. Grape was startled. It quickly jumped away and watched the beam of light directly bombard a small pit on the floor. Grape swallowed. After a mouthful of saliva, I never dared to tease the unicorn again.

"Don't be like this, Sylphan." Morgiana quickly reached out and stroked Sylphan's back. The unicorn gradually calmed down, and Ryan quickly took hold of Grape's reins.

A pure-blood elf war horse can live for one or two hundred years, and a powerful pure-blood elf war horse can live even longer. Putao is still young, and Ryan doesn't want anything to happen to it.

The two people walked along the street. The city of Jean was very lively at night, with people coming and going. There was still a lot of light on the street. Some restaurants and pubs were still open. Many free people had just returned from get off work in the workshops. They would not rest immediately after returning home. Some freedmen would go to a bar for a drink, while others would simply finish dinner before going home.

This is how business opportunities arise. As long as there is demand, there will be a market. Now there are many small vendors who specialize in food like the previous store owners and peddlers who are responsible for delivering and selling goods in the entire Jean City. At this time , as long as you work hard, you can make money.

"Eight Peaks Mountain." Morgiana took the initiative to stir up the topic: "So, after you ascend the throne, you plan to expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain with King Belegar-Iron Hammer to help him regain the territory of his ancestors?"

"King Belegar helped us a lot in a series of wars, including the entire industrial belt along the Chinon River, which was all built by our dwarf brothers." Ryan pulled the reins of Grape and sighed. "Belega has paid a lot for us, and we naturally have to repay him," he said.

"The virtue of chivalry is to keep your promises. This is the teaching of the lady." Morgiana nodded. She was not surprised that Ryan wanted to send troops: "How do you plan to fulfill your promise and send troops personally?"

"That's right, I will personally send troops. After I ascend the throne, I will launch a new holy war of chivalry. The target is Bafeng Mountain." Ryan simply stated his plan: "At that time, all knights across the country will join the expedition. team."

"Do we need to mobilize such a large force?" Morgiana thought thoughtfully, and she put forward her opinion tactfully: "King Belega has contracted the construction of the entire industrial belt along the Chalon River in recent years. The vast majority of the entire kingdom Most water conservancy projects and agricultural tools were promoted, and the two mountain fortresses of Blackstone Stronghold and Oka Mountain were occupied. Isn't this enough? In fact, Duke Ford of Montfort has filed lawsuits against me and the Kingdom Court more than once. He believes that It is really not a good idea to contract all the kingdom’s water conservancy projects and industrial belt construction to the dwarves of the Angland clan, as it will make the kingdom’s own craftsmen unemployed.”

"Oh, I understand why Ford said that." Ryan sneered, and he said with disdain: "Because before, the Principality of Montfort had the best craftsmen in the kingdom, and he originally wanted to get a share of these projects. In the end, he didn't get a share. Of course he knew that the level of craftsmen in the Principality of Montfort was not as good as the engineers and dwarf craftsmen of the Angland clan, so he kept coming to you and to Lawn to complain, Morgiana, Tell me how you dealt with it?”

"I said this is not something I should manage. I asked them to find the regent you appointed, Lawn Leo Cornwall." Morgiana naturally knew exactly what Duke Montfort thought.

To put it simply, Duke Ford didn't really want to "protect the craftsmen."

"How to deal with Lawn?" Ryan was very interested in this.

"Laun said that since Duke Ford is confident, he can block the honor of Duke Montfort's family and let his craftsmen compare with the dwarves to see whose craftsmanship is better." Morgiana said calmly: "He will invite a few The Knight of the Holy Grail came to notarize it. Ever since Lawn said this, Duke Ford has not dared to mention this matter again."

"Haha, Lawn has learned it too." Ryan couldn't stop laughing. He nodded repeatedly: "It seems that it is not a bad idea to let Lawn serve as the regent of the kingdom. He has always been able to handle these things well. After I succeed to the throne, let him If I continue to serve as the regent of the kingdom, I will be free to do other things."

After a while, the Praise of the Holy Grail arrived at the tavern in the center of the town. This tavern may be the most exclusive tavern in southern Brittany. Not only is it several floors high, it is also filled with many knights from southern Brittany. There are aristocrats and many big businessmen, and most of them are tasting wine carefully and chatting about recent current events. The first floor is the lobby, the second floor is the private rooms, and the third to fifth floors are the accommodation.

Ryan not only remembered that when he first came to Britannia, his immediate boss, the Marquis Connery-Ascot, left the winery to him but took everything with him. At that time, he also wanted to complete the winery. Turning the winery into a resort-like place proved to be simply not feasible, and then he wanted to promote the wines in his own winery, but even after marrying Sulia and receiving the teachings of a professional wine master from Winford, The wine produced in his own winery is at best second-rate.

However, the bar Praise of the Holy Grail also has its own core competitiveness, which is the wine "Lady's Reserve" made from grapes cultivated by the fairy in the lake.

In order to prevent causing a sensation and being entangled, Ryan and Morgiana entered the tavern from another entrance through the VIP channel. They quickly asked the Lake God Prophet in charge of the operation to arrange the room. Ryan and Morgiana were on the second floor first. After sitting down in the private room, the waiter brought two glasses of wine, a steak, and a cod steak for two people to have dinner together.

"The dwarf king's dedication to the Eight Peaks Mountain is far beyond imagination." Morgiana ate her dinner elegantly. She and Ryan continued the topic of Belega: "In the past few years, he has been involved in all project contracting in the kingdom. He made a lot of money, but it was rare to see him spend money on a large scale."

"That's because Belega used all the money he earned to pay off debts." Ryan complained: "Morgiana, do you know how much debt Belega owes?"

"I would like to hear the details." Morgiana was cutting the cod steak with a silver knife and fork in her hand.

"In the old world, among all the dwarf kingdoms, he probably only had the dwarves of Dulong City in the northernmost Norsca Mountains who had not borrowed money, food or people. Apart from that, he had borrowed money from all the dwarf kingdoms. He went through it more than once, and owed many large debts, including the fact that he once hired an ogre tribe and refused to repay the debt, including the fact that he once sought support from the border princes, but in the end everyone was lost and he escaped alone."

"..." Morgiana's face changed slightly, and she held the knife and fork slightly harder: "Then how can you be sure that Belega will not default on your debt and refuse to pay it back? I mean, how can you guarantee that he will not pay back the debt? Are you cheating?"

"Belega is a master of siege tactics, but he obviously has problems with strategy." Ryan did not directly answer Morgiana's question. He continued: "Last time, he attacked Bafeng Mountain for the third time, including all attacks. The total number of mercenaries and retinues is only eight thousand, and according to his estimate, there are at least hundreds of thousands of greenskins in the Eight Peaks Mountains, and the total number of Skaven underground is even more incalculable."

"Even so, he still wants to fight?" Morgiana was speechless to Belega.

"Yes, Belegar still wants to fight. That's what he said. He said that the dwarf warriors of the Angrond clan are worth one to a hundred, and they can easily eliminate the greenskins and rats." Ryan smiled and said: "So I will say that when it comes to siege, Belega is a real master of tactics, but in terms of strategy, Belega is just a younger brother. He is always impatient and impatient. As long as he gathers an army of a certain scale, Army, all he could think about was setting off immediately to regain the territory of his ancestors. If he hadn't failed three times in a row, almost all the Anglande clan's last bit of capital, he would not have learned his lesson and rested in peace for the time being. and develop over a period of time.”

Morgiana frowned when she heard this. After hearing this, she actually didn't want Ryan to go on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains. However, considering the virtues of chivalry and her promise, she would not stop her. The Lake God Witch carefully used her knife and fork. He cut a small piece of cod meat and said to Ryan: "Try this, Ryan. Although it's not as delicious as the one I made, you don't want to just eat meat, ah~~"

"Ah~um~" Ryan stretched out his head and accepted Morgiana's feeding: "It's really not as delicious as yours, Morgiana."

"Here, this broccoli tastes good too." Morgiana was very happy, and the Lake God Witch felt sweet. She stretched out her fork again and put a broccoli into Ryan's mouth: "Ah~"

"Well." Ryan had no choice but to accept feeding again. He was a little embarrassed, thinking that I am already in my thirties and I still want to do this.

You bite and I bite, the dinner ended quickly. After finishing the meal, Morgiana cast a spell at the door of the box. She moved to Ryan, got into the man's arms and sat sideways, and the two of them enjoyed the lightness. The feeling of warmth.

"Recently, the price of food has been fluctuating strangely in the market. It has been rising slowly." Morgiana leaned on Ryan's shoulder. She felt that her whole body was soft and she had no strength at all: "There is also pork, pork Prices have skyrocketed recently, and many people have complained that they can no longer afford pork."

"Hehehe~" Ryan held Morgiana in his arms, and he said helplessly: "It is normal for food prices to rise sharply. Because of the previous trade agreement, the Empire of Wesen is importing food from us. Tamu can The invasion of Khan has completely stopped the winter wheat sowing in Wesenland. In addition to grain adjustment from Reikland and Iverland, Emilia also imports from us on a large scale."

"As for why the price of pork has skyrocketed, it has something to do with Belega." Ryan continued: "The dwarves have a famous festival in the twelfth month of every year, called the Barrel Sealing Festival. On this day, all wine barrels must be drunk. The light, which represents the disappearance of bad luck, Belegar is also planning to conduct a huge ancestor sacrificial ceremony. He seems to want to use this sacrificial ritual to summon the heroic spirits of his ancestors and let them return to the living world to fight. And this sacrificial ritual The most important thing is to gather a sufficient number of dwarves to eat and drink at the ritual ceremony. The greater the excitement and movement, the easier it is to awaken the ancestors. To this end, the Angland clan has bought thousands of dwarves from the market. Pigs, hundreds of goats, the supply of pork becomes tight, and prices naturally rise.”

"That's it." Morgiana closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

"Actually, at this time, everyone is coveting the wealth buried deep in Bafeng Mountain. Before the Angland clan withdrew from Bafeng Mountain, they buried and sealed dozens of mines, which contained astonishing amounts of money. Treasures, and in the Anglande Ancestral Hall located in the deepest part of Bafeng Mountain, there are thousands of rune armors alone. All the wealth of the Anglande clan that cannot be taken away has been buried deep underground and stored in special ways. It is sealed in a special way, and only Belegar knows how to open it." Ryan continued: "Now, even if Belegar doesn't want to take back the Eight Peaks Mountain, it won't work."

Morgiana nodded. The Lake God Witch understood that the current situation has turned creditors into shareholders. Beleja doesn't want to send troops? Even the knights and nobles of Britannia refused! The wealth within the Eight Peaks Mountain that could shock the world is waiting for everyone. Many knights are gearing up, waiting for Belega and Ryan to send troops!

Knights also want to make a fortune, especially if they become famous and gain both fame and fortune. This is a rare occasion!

"Moreover, there are more treasures in the Eight Peaks Mountain." Ryan turned his attention to the first floor of the Holy Grail Praise Hall.

The hero of the wood elves, the lord of Tasien Woodland, Araloth the Hero was walking in from the door with two wanderers. They sat down and ordered a few glasses of brandy and roasted bear paws.

"Deep in the dwarf ancestor hall of Eight Peaks Mountain, there is a gem that fascinates the elves. Perhaps, we can use this to hire an army of wood elves."

"This white gold diamond is called the Silmarillion, and it is the love of the elf's life."

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