Warhammer Throne

Before dawn the next day, the whole Wolfenburg was already lively.

The Bretons, especially the serf soldiers, were the first to get up. They took a rest early last night to welcome this moment. Batches of livestock were slaughtered, large pots and ovens were lit, and people gathered. Together, singing and dancing (although not very beautiful), singing the glorious and magnificent epic adventures of the holy grail knights (although not very well), and celebrating one of the two most important festivals in Bretania.

The reason why the Holy Grail Day came has been introduced in the previous article, so I won’t repeat it here, but it’s worth mentioning that the two festivals, the Holy Grail Day and the Day of the Lady in the Lake, are legal holidays in Bretania. The Fairy in the Lake The church stipulates that these two festivals must be closed for at least three days. There is no reason to say that even if the knight masters are reluctant, they still have to give the serfs a holiday, and they must also properly show their "generosity" and "kindness" to serfs. We eat something and let them praise themselves, which is considered to be devotion and respect to the lady.

Now, after undergoing all aspects of Ryan’s reforms, the class barriers between knights and serfs have finally been opened and gradually blurred. However, both the Holy Grail Day and the Lady of the Lake Day have been well preserved, and the bourgeoisie also This holiday is very welcome.

The fragrant jam tarts were baked in the oven, and they were baked in slices under the command of the prophets of the lake gods. Most of the jam tarts are filled with jam made from figs, dates, lemons, pomegranates, apples and pears. For ordinary people, sugar and honey are out-and-out luxury goods, and fruits are the main sweeteners in life.

In addition to the ovens of jam and tarts, there are meats, including beef, chicken, duck, pork, venison, lamb, hare, wild boar, swans, and herons, all of which will be put on the table. , Cheap chicken, duck, rabbit and pork belonged to the serf infantry and freemen infantry of the infantry regiment, while the knight masters can enjoy higher-level beef, mutton, swans, wild pork, etc., but now Under Ryan’s unity, except for venison civilians who are not qualified to eat, the boundaries of other meats have been very blurred. Today, every Breton can get a bowl of fragrant stewed soft and big pieces. Meat broth plus a piece of 200g-250g roasted meat.

Each soldier can choose whether to get a large glass of Empire beer or a small glass of wine, and most soldiers naturally choose Empire beer. This also makes the suppliers of the Empire more than happy. This is a vast market.

"Okay! Very good!" Duke Berhemond and Duke Raun walked together, watching the grand scene in the camp, the two dukes were very happy: "This is how the Holy Grail Day is like this, this is a lady's holiday!"

"Thousands of years ago, we rose to the west of the Gray Mountains. After a thousand years, our Knight Kingdom not only did not stop our pace, but also ushered in a brilliant golden age!" Duke Raun was also in high spirits, and the regent of the kingdom looked at the soldiers. The appearance of gathering together to wait for food and drink, I feel very relieved, and also quite proud. Lawn feels that as the regent of the kingdom, he has helped a lot for a long time after Len ascended to the throne. Nowadays, the prosperous scenery, the Duke of Lawn is naturally I think I have my own credit in it.

The Duke of Berhemond walked to the oven and looked at the oven carefully, and immediately there was an arranged person who came up to explain. Seeing the jam and tarts came out, the old duke couldn't help his index finger move, but unfortunately it hasn't It's done, but as for the stew and roasted meat in the cauldron, Pershmond is not very interested.

After strolling for a while, the sky was bright, and the Duke of Berhemond and the Duke of Raun went to the old guard barracks. The old guards were also preparing the scene. These military leaders were roasting under the guidance of the prophet of the lake god. With maple syrup chants, the gorgeous military uniforms and the majestic battles are now more joyful.

Berhemond and Raun even saw a chef with a flat head in the barracks grilling more than a dozen large-head trouts at the same time, with the words "Thick Dafa Roasted" and "Strong Pan-fried Trout" written on the back.

The delicious and tender rainbow trout exuded its original fragrance when it was fried.

"Tsk tusk, wait I want to make one." The Duke of Berhemond looked at it with gusto, and he was about to slobber.

"My Duke, I heard from His Royal Highness Maugiana that today, on the day of the Holy Grail, the lady will appear, and he will personally award the highest lady of the lake medal." Lawn said casually: "I don't know who will be awarded."

"You don't know who will be awarded?" Duke Berhemond said dismissively, "Who is the best performer in this chaotic invasion of our Knight Kingdom?"

Raun nodded when he heard the words, and everyone knew who he would grant.

However, jealousy still cannot be contained.

The highest Lady Medal in the Lake, with 80% gold content, and the rest is cast by dwarves with mithril and vibrating gold, and decorated with diamonds, symbolizing the glory and status of the highest level of the Breton Knight Kingdom!

And Knight King Lane also clearly said that the medal is more than just a medal! How could His Majesty Ryan simply use medals to fool soldiers who fight for the country and use blood and lives for glory?

From the Supreme Lake Lady Medal to the Third Class Iris and Bauhinia Medals, they all correspond to additional welfare allowances and special treatments!

Among them, the special treatments of the Supreme Lake Lady Medal are as follows:

A very generous additional allowance can be received from the treasury every year. The current amount is about 350 gold kronor a year, and if the family dies for some reason, the family can still enjoy a large amount of material benefits and extra life distributed by the Fairy Church in the Lake. Allowance, I began to continue until the third generation.

Second, the hero who has won the highest lake lady medal can freely enter and exit in the fairy churches, monasteries, holy places, and chapels in the major lakes across the country, enjoy free food and accommodation, and can also receive free blessings and magical arts from the prophet of the lake.

Third, reward at least 300 square meters of high-end residences in large castles, equipped with dedicated guards, and free use of all public transportation and passenger ships in terms of transportation.

Fourth, complete medical insurance. All expenses for medical treatment are reimbursed by the royal court.

Fifth, on important national festivals, visitors and rewards from the lake **** witch, the knight king, and even the deity of the lake fairy can be received. You can visit any large-scale event in the kingdom and get a seat at will.

Sixth, when the recipient is punished for serious reasons, the highest Lake Lady Medal can only be deprived by the deity of the Lake Fairy.

"Brittania will never let the heroes shed blood and tears."

-Knight King Ryan Macado

This supreme treatment can be compared to the supreme treatment of the first twelve holy grail knight families.

This made Bohemond and Raun mixed with each other after listening. Isn't this just a new star?

Ryan's hands stretched out longer and longer, and they had reached the core of their old nobles.

But what can they do? This is what the lady meant! Are their descendants of the founding fathers capable of opposing it?

Fortunately, according to the regulations, in addition to the first article, the special treatment will continue until my death. It is not a hereditary iron medal. Everyone can accept it. The great merits of fighting for the country are not big enough for everyone. The fairy in the alarmed lake came out to give honors in person.

It's just that no one thought that the bandit of the Bergerac thieves in the Chalong Forest could really have such a day!

The camp of the Knight Kingdom was full of turmoil. On the other side of the imperial camp, Elector Boris, Elector Valmir, and Marshal Rick Heilberg were also a little disturbed by this battle. Several people noticed that except In addition to preparing for their own people, the alms in the porridge shed is also continuing. Fifty large barrels are gradually being filled with hot porridge. Bags of barley and rye are poured into the cauldron. There are also a small amount of vegetable leaves and Pig offal, the Bretons are impressed by the virtues and powers brought to them by the fairies in the lake, and they also invite the brothers of the Empire to enjoy the Holy Grail Day together.

The way to enjoy is to serve porridge.

"This is a kind deed." Elector Boris was very emotional about such a lively scene. Elector White Wolf said to Elector Wamir and Marshal Rick Heilberg: "Anyway, it is a good thing that Ryan is willing to give porridge. At least the refugees can have a full meal."

"A good deed is a good deed, cough cough... It is too little, fifty barrels are enough for how many people to eat?" Elector Wamir has not yet recovered from the destruction of his territory and the tragic death of his beloved son Oleg von Zhukov. His original richness and full cheeks are now sunken, but the day is still going to pass. The elector reluctantly pulls the corners of his mouth and holds his rune teeth: "Obviously, our world-renowned ally has a limited degree of generosity. what."

"That's right, how many people are enough for fifty barrels of pig congee?" Marshal Rick Helberg was still very upset. The old man looked at the hot porridge shed and his face was unhappy but not good. It is very tangled: "We assume that a barrel of porridge is 30 catties, and at most 240 people can be given alms, so 50 barrels of porridge will be enough for 12,000 people, which is too stingy. Wolfenberg has 380,000 refugees. Your Excellency Boris, you are familiar with Ryan, go and tell him, add fifty more barrels."

"Do you get food? Heilberg?" Boris's remaining one-eyed glared at Marshal Rick. He thought to himself that this old dog under the command of Karl-Franz was really good at fighting. He has the ability to mess up anything: "It's not Ryan's intention to pour porridge. This is probably the meaning of the lake **** witch Mojana. Heilberg, I am so dissatisfied, you should go talk to His Highness Mojana. "

With these words, Marshal Rick frowned. Heilberg, according to the intelligence of the empire, knew that the Lake God Witch, Mogiana, was a moody, weird, and hard-to-reach high-ranking high-level wizard of the sanctuary, who was also a lake. The spokesperson of the fairy in the mortal world, it seems that apart from Ryan and Su Liya, it is really difficult for others to communicate with her, not to mention that Heilberg has been Marshal Rick for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to complying with the emperor’s orders. And the reprimands and orders of the opponents, the Rick Guards and the Imperial Army.

How do I communicate with that goddess? Heilberg was upset for a while, but finally gave up.

"Why hasn't Lady Emmanuel here yet? Maybe we should find her." Marshal Rick said helplessly: "The old fellow Ellstein doesn't care about this. He said he is only in charge of Noor. The military thing."

"Nur Iron Armored Army and Blackstone Guards can all dine with the Knight Army!" Elector Varmir was even more upset: "Hey, our Lordess is so handsome!"

"Lane is out!" Elector Boris pointed to the distance. Knight King Ryan-Makado and Lake God Witch Mogiana appeared together, and they slowly walked up the tower.

Ryan was fully armed, and the beard on the knight king’s face had been shaved clean, as if he had returned to the way he had rushed to Nord in his twenties. The Letanians immediately shouted long live.

"LonglivetotheKing!"

"LonglivetotheFayEnchantress!"

Ryan smiled and nodded and waved his hand. He looked at the 30,000 people in front of him saluting and cheering, thinking that this is the temptation of power, this is the best coat of man, once he enjoys the taste, many people can't control it. Live by yourself.

Don't forget your original intention!

On the other hand, Morjana had a moist glow on her face, her blue eyes looked at Ryan, and a strong affection flashed through. The Lake God Witch did not speak, but motioned Ryan to speak first.

"The lion fought to Wolfen, the horse galloped to Oost, the scenery of the Northland, the day of the Holy Grail, I, Ryan Macadoo, is here to wish everyone in Brittania and our fellow empires and dwarves brothers, the day of the Holy Grail. Happy day!" Ryan said to everyone with a smile, his voice brought psionic energy, and the whole Wolfenberg was clearly visible.

The Knight King then gave a simple speech. The content is no different from most of the regular holiday speeches. I will skip it here. Finally, Ryan said that everyone eats and drinks first. After noon, the lady will show up in person and give the highest award. Medal of Fairy in the Lake.

After speaking, Ryan personally took his King’s Golden Cup: “Today, let us serve those who protect the old world, let us throw our blood for those who guard the order, and let us serve all the martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for victory over the past three thousand years. ,pay tribute!"

"Salute!" Thirty thousand people raised the cup in their hands at the same time.

The grand holiday celebration was held here.

Covetously staggered and cheered, the Bretonians were intoxicated by another brilliant victory.

"Oh! For a post-war banquet, you should drink as much wine as the blood shed!" Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist triumphantly received the invitation from the Breton Knight King. He and In the end, the remaining dozen or so dwarf butchers sat together, sitting on the raised table and bench specially prepared by Ryan, picked up the wine glass, and drank it in one fell swoop: "It just doesn’t taste very good, pointy ears, don’t think about it. Is it a shot?"

Aralos and his gray team were placed on the big table next to the Butcher King. The Wood Elf hero didn't want to participate, but Ryan was kindly invited. Aralos himself is also a good-faced guy, and finally agreed to come. , And said that I will return to Aisoloren when the banquet is over.

Hearing the words of the Butcher King, the wood elf hero immediately got excited: "Dwarf, are you going to fight with me?"

"Suffocation in one breath, you have a glass, I have a glass, whoever falls will lose!"

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

The elves and the dwarves began to fight wine.

A porridge shed was opened outside the banquet site, and under the guard of the holy grail knights and the old guards, the porridge began to be served. The refugees had already lined up. Most of them were holding a bowl and looking forward with expectation. Throwing into the big wooden barrels, Mogiana ordered a first-come, first-served order, and the fifty barrels of porridge would be gone.

In the steaming heat, Leimen, the commander of the old guard halberd camp, personally took a large spoon and stirred it in the vat. He was so hot that he took off his bearskin caps, and refugees came up one by one, mostly old people and women. And children, young adults are blocked, and they have to work to get relief.

An old man dressed in rags came trembling with a bowl that was missing two openings. Raymond filled him with a large bowl. The old man was obviously half hungry and half full after a long time, and he smelled pig offal. The scent of the porridge couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, bowed and left thankfully.

Raymond couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene. He used to be the same. He took his old mother and younger brother to escape from Lyonace and embarked on the road of escape.

But our Sir Raymond Mountbatten obviously didn't have so much time to think. Soon several old people and children came up with a bowl, and everyone got a big iron spoon of hot porridge.

Then, another woman came up with a child, and Raymond took a large spoonful of porridge from the big bucket without hesitation, but the following scene made the battle-tested old guard widen his eyes.

The woman folded her hands, trying to pick up the porridge with her hands.

"Madam, where's your bowl?" Raymond asked in shock.

The woman just shook her head. She lowered her head and let her blond hair cover her face, while the child behind her gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes and looked at Raymond in a full military uniform timidly.

Those eyes were exactly the same as when Raymond and Thomas were looking at Master Cavalier behind their old mother.

"Jock, bring my bowl over to this lady!"

"Yes!"

The woman got a brand new porcelain bowl. She got a bowl full of porridge. After expressing her gratitude, she took her child and left.

She didn’t want to eat on the spot, and walked with the child, and found a quieter place, took the child to sit down, held the bowl in her hand, and blew the heat vigorously, wanting to let the porridge cool down quickly, child With bright eyes, I can’t wait to follow along.

Before the porridge was blown cooler, she was surrounded by two men. It was a rogue.

"What a fragrant porridge, what a beautiful bowl, this lady, you can't work anyway, and it's a waste of porridge."

"And this bowl is so beautiful! It's mine!"

This group of rogues is organized. These people dare not go to the porridge shed to grab porridge, because the army is maintaining order there, but they dare to rob these old and weak women and children.

"Ah!" The bowl was taken away, the child was pushed to the ground, crying and the woman struggling: "No! I beg you, I can not eat, at least you can save some for the child!"

"He can eat your milk, ma'am!" The ruffian laughed loudly. He picked up the bowl and blew it, and the two of them drank a bowl of porridge.

Then, they threw down the mother and child, ready to grab the congee of a relief recipient.

Today, I'm going to drink porridge and drink all the time!

"The porridge is flowing down, and your blood must be flowing down today!" Just after turning around, two ground ruffians were kicked to the ground before they had time to react. This kick directly broke their ribs.

"Ryan's pig, miscellaneous, porridge, is it delicious?" The Space Wild Wolf Gene Primarch Riemann Ruth's furious face appeared in front of them. Ruth was obviously angry to the extreme, and he gently pulled out from behind. Bacchus Spear: "Beast!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"