Warhammer Throne

As the favor of the Urgols and Ryan, Beria didn’t quite understand why Ryan would suddenly ask himself to go to Marienburg at this time to invite Czar Katarin out of the mountain. On the way, he and General Meletskov After discussing for a long time, there was no result.

If it is necessary to have a sanctuary powerhouse, then Ryan does not lack a sanctuary powerhouse. Furthermore, with Ryan’s relationship with Grand Duke Schultz and Katalyn has acted as Marienburg’s "magic advisor" and "guardian" In the case of semi-open acceptance, as long as a bag of gold coins is heavy enough, you can invite Katharine.

If it is a force that needs Katharine...what is left under the czarist? A small palace composed of more than a dozen people? Only the Romanov Guards composed of three hundred people are left? Or the Ice Witch Club that fell apart and lost its strength?

So what is needed is Katalin's magic knowledge and internal affairs ability?

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Beria thought for a long time and couldn’t understand. The Urgolls were full of question marks. On the way to Marienburg, the always gloomy Ash Legion’s general political commissar, Brittany Sirs, Kingdom Knights and First Class The owner of the Cross and General Meletskov discussed this issue: "Why do you think your Majesty would let me go to Katharine?"

"Your Majesty Katalyn, it is your Majesty, Lavrenji, even though we are now Breton citizens, we still have to call her Your Majesty." General Meletskov actually did not want to take up this task. This guy used to spend more than ten years in the Cheka prison. The vigorous and ambitious young general of the past is now a solemn, middle-aged general who doesn’t like to speak. He came to Brittany. I am really satisfied with the current peaceful life. In addition to routine military training and tasks, he is basically an otaku. After finding a local aristocratic lady as his wife, General Meretskov’s greatest pleasure is the house home. Reading books, cooking food and military games.

Hearing Beria calling Katalin’s name directly, Meletskov’s face turned dark, and he muttered: “You’re going to kill us like this, Lavrenji, I’m serious, don’t do that. , Otherwise you go by yourself?"

"Oh, Kirill, what I want to say is that if we fail to get your Majesty’s task done, this will really kill us." Beria said unceremoniously, and the Ugol people’s attitude was very rude : "We must think together, you can't escape, and I can't escape"

"The most important thing is to figure out what your Majesty means and what your Majesty wants to do." General Meretskov shook his head: "My Majesty and I will only meet at regular meetings and celebrations most of the time. I have nothing to do. I have spoken two sentences with him, but you are different, Love Lianji, if you want to see him, you can ask the old guards to report directly. You actually asked me?"

"Sometimes, outsiders are better able to see everything, Kirill, tell me what you think." Beria shook his head, and the Ugol gaze looked at the slightly blessed Lancer general with bad intentions: "It's okay. Say whatever you want, and I won’t blame you."

General Meletskov shrank his neck. He suddenly felt that it was really not a good idea to come out this time. He opened his mouth: "Then I will say it, Lav Lianji, I just talk about it casually, and it's your request. What I said, you must promise me that if something happens in the future, you must not hurt me, and you can't say that I said it."

"Puff~" Beria laughed on the spot: "Do you still think you are in Kislov, Kirill?"

"I didn't say anything." Meletskov gave a sharp shot and said quickly.

"Enough, if I'm still Cheka, you will be enough to handcuff you." Beria said impatiently, "Don't think I don't know what you want to say! Okay, just say it. This is Bretania, and I have no right to handcuff you either."

"Uh, I mean, Lavrenji, you said your Majesty recently... Is he more interested in the Ice Witch?" Meletskov finally spoke, and he said casually.

"Oh?" Beria's eyes flashed, and the Urgoll nodded silently, no longer speaking.

A few days later, the wing cavalry rushed to Marienburg. After showing the king's document, Beria and others were released, and they entered the city.

But Beria soon learned that Katalin was not in Marienburg, and she had gone out with some people, and would not be able to come back tomorrow.

How to do? I had to wait for her to come back first. Beria and others stayed in Marienburg. He did not idle. He had a seafood meal at the Swordfish Hotel at noon, and then went to the Mannan Temple and threw a few. A silver coin means that Beria is also a believer of Mannan, and then this guy came to the flea and talent market in Marienburg, wanting to see if there are any good ones to go back.

Despite the fact that the situation in the Old World has become more critical in recent years, as long as it does not reach Marienburg, it is good. Merchants rely on taking in the Old World refugees, purchasing logistics and supply for the Old World army and selling food at a low price. I have earned a lot of gold, and the chambers of commerce have made a lot of money and rich. Cheap laborers only need to be able to basically maintain the necessary wages and are willing to do it, and they are willing to extend their working hours to 14 per day. -16 hours, it really surprises the big trench merchants.

Archduke Schultz couldn't stand it a bit, but he couldn't stop it, so he issued a series of decrees to restrict the large trench merchants in Marienburg, which also caused complaints from the large trench merchants.

"If the union can legally initiate a strike, all chambers of commerce will fall dead!"

"Pay Mrs. Keisler a daily salary of 3 copper coins? How about letting me close the dock warehouse!"

"Although frequent accidents are really bad, but asking for compensation for the work-related injuries of stevedores is simply stifling the survival of my Marienburg freight business!"

"Can't the employee be expelled because he has sought arbitration from the Ocean Church and the Church of the Goddess of Justice? How will we do business afterwards?"

"The banning of the child union dragged down our Marienburg economy and caused us to lose our dominant position."

"What? This is the order of the Ladies in the Lake Church? It's okay, we will follow suit, Mannan and Ladies in the Lake are best friends!"

Under the extremely prosperous economy, the vast majority of workers can only get a basic wage that is enough to maintain the minimum standard of living, and they dare not speak up, otherwise anyone will be willing to take over their jobs. The minimum wage issued by Schultz Standards and guarantees only allow these suffering refugees not to hang on the ropes to sleep at night.

Beria has a deeper understanding of all this. These big trench merchants are really arrogant and unscrupulous. The only thing they are afraid of is the sharp army such as Schultz, Karl-Franz and His Majesty Ryan. It's just a knife that is extremely fast and accurate, they are only afraid of this.

The talent market is in a mess. Refugees from the empire, the southern kingdom, and the princes of the border crowded together, receiving relief porridge, sleeping in corners and stinking ditch, begging for a job everywhere, but the most of them was the foundation. Mrs. Sler.

In contrast, Beria, a group of brightly dressed wing cavalry with weapons, caught the attention of the Kislov compatriots. They cried and asked for acceptance, or begged, and some remained silent and used cold eyes. Looking at them, the most envious look.

"Save me, wing cavalry soldier, messenger of the bear **** Ursun, save me." A Kislev woman shouted: "Master Beria, I know it is you. I have seen it in Kislev. You, when you were choosing a girl, I was standing next to Khorkina! You finally chose her, not me!"

Beria stopped. At this moment, even the most hard-hearted Ugol people felt uncomfortable. He sighed. Khorkina is now serving as courtier and legal lover in his manor, which has been given to him. I have a son and a daughter and live a very good life. I usually like to learn cooking and practice foil and painting.

This woman’s name is Jana, she’s only in her twenties this year. She was so excited to see Beria, she spoke upside down and unstructured, and she was crying and talking, but Beria still understood. What is she saying.

After Kislov’s demise, Jana’s family came to the empire to seek a living. Her family was originally a good family. She was a family between small landlords and rich peasants, but after the escape, the land was naturally gone, and the family’s life went from bad to worse. Na's father has some culture. Now he is in charge of teaching arithmetic and literacy in the Chamber of Commerce in Marienburg. The profiteers keep their monthly salary very low. There are only two silver coins. This money is not enough to support a family's life. Young people can only work one more job—in the post office to help people write letters for a living. All four members of the family are working but still barely maintain the minimum level.

In the Musilon military factory, the monthly salary of the lowest-level workers is 10 silver coins, and 15-20 senior technicians. After passing the dwarf assessment and upgrading to an engineer, it will be calculated separately. 100 copper coins = 1 silver coin = 0.1 gold coins, according to the prices of the old world. A family of five needs at least 4 gold coins a year to maintain food and clothing.

"I only have one set of clothes, Lord Beria." The woman said sadly: "Only this set of clothes can be worn to meet people. Fortunately, I don't need to wear clothes for most of my work."

Beria: "..."

Beria once thought that his conscience had been thrown to the sea by herself, but no matter what, this conscience still existed in this world. The Ugolls took a silver coin and a handful of copper coins from them to Jana. Let her be optimistic, work hard, and don't know what to say. Before leaving, he heard the woman's pleading: "Take our family away, Warriors of Ursun, save me! Save Kislov!"

"Marinburg is simply hell. You can go anywhere. I heard that the Knight Kingdom is very strong now? Very rich? Lord Beria, save us!"

The wing cavalry could not save these compatriots from the fire and water, they had to gritted their teeth and left.

Beria then went to the flea market in Marienburg. In the market, all kinds of goods from the old world can be seen here. Only two copper coins are required for the entrance fee. The official and Ocean Church provides guarantees and fair trade guarantees, and at the same time draws 5%.

Sure enough, in the flea market, many veterans in Kislev uniforms are setting up stalls, most of them are only 40 or 50 years old.

"Golden Star Medal, twenty copper coins are cheap."

"Troll Nation Battle Medal, fifteen copper coins, bear flag medal, one silver coin at a price."

"Everyone, come and take a look, the Red Tsar Boris Medal of Honor, only twelve silver coins!"

"Kieslov First Class Victory Medal, worth three golden marks."

Beria picked up a shining golden medal from the booth: "Do you sell this too?"

The Medal of Ursun, with the blessing of the bear **** Ursun, was once a symbol of Kislev's highest honor, engraved "Awarded to Sedov Nilgai Skrepnik".

"Thirty gold marks, one price, gold crowns is the best." Sitting behind the seat, the veteran Kislov with white sideburns looked up, his face instantly turned pale, and then he was angry: "Bei Leah, it's you! Get out of here, I won't sell it to you guy, get out of me wearing a Breton medal!"

"Thirty-three gold crowns." Beria said lightly.

"No..." The veteran, the former Kislov hero swallowed hard.

"Thirty-four gold crowns." Beria clapped his hands, and the attendant had already taken out a small bag of gold coins.

"You can't...you can't do this." The veteran looked at a bag of yellow and heavy gold coins, his eyes straightened.

As long as he has this money, he can let his family live in a clean and tidy house and lead a good life. As long as he has this money, his wife no longer has to work as a tailor to make a living. A child doesn’t have to work during the day, and has to deliver letters and newspapers at night, as long as he has the money...

"Thirty-six." Beria took out two gold crowns from his arms, put them into the bag, and made a crisp sound. It was the touching sound of the full gold clashing: "Final offer."

"...Deal." The veteran's eyes darkened for a moment. He shrugged his head, reached out and picked up the Erson Medal. The surface of his scarred fingers brushed the still shiny Erson Medal, and he stroked it carefully, like It was the last parting touch between lovers. After reluctantly touching it back and forth two or three times, it was finally delivered to Beria's hand.

Beria smiled.

He already had complete confidence in inviting the czar to Bretania.

The next day, when I heard that the czar was back, Beria and Meletskov went to the manor outside the city. When they arrived at the gate of the manor, Beria thought for a while, and decided to face the king’s courtesy and the lower courts. Gesture, handed over the formal paperwork, let the Romanov Guards go in and report.

Meletskov was satisfied with Beria's actions: "After all, she is a czar."

Beria nodded and sneered: "After all, she is a czar."

"I'm a czar with a hammer? Why don't I know it myself?" The cold voice approached from a distance, and Katalyn appeared, her face was cold, and at the same time she was slightly pale and angry: "Beria, it's you. What are you doing here, are you here to make fun of me?"

"No, on the contrary, I'm here to invite you." Beria hesitated for a moment, he bowed and said, "It is a great honor to be greeted by your Majesty."

"...Go in and talk." Katalyn looked at Beria intently and nodded slowly, with a complicated expression on the female czar.

The current situation has changed, and Kislov is dead. Only after she came to Marienburg in the past few years has she seen how the farmers ask for a living. Every day, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset, except for the winter slack. Even if you have time, you have to go to the city to work as a handyman. You can have some surplus food and money during the New Year. Even the Rick collar, who has always been known for his wealth, is like this, not to mention Mrs. Keesler, the base of Marienburg. She has seen the status quo of refugees living in Sluf, and she can no longer convince herself that "they are not enough to eat because they are not diligent enough, and they are not working hard enough."

As the czar of Kislov, she is already powerless. She has no face to face her ancestors, her father, and the Red Tsar Boris who fought for the country until his death. She even has no face to face her people, even though Her people do not entirely blame her.

This kind of pain made her finally wake up. She knew what big mistakes she had committed and what she had overlooked. In the past few years, she has always regretted, regretted her decision, and regretted everything she caused.

She stepped into the countryside of Rick's for the first time, and really understood something.

The Medal of Erson worn by Beria on her chest stung Katharine’s soul. The medal reminded her in the cruelest way that the symbol of the highest honor had become a commodity to be trampled on. It became Beria and The playthings and collectibles of those big trench merchants.

"The Sun King Ryan Makado asked you to come, what's the matter?"

"Your Majesty wants to invite you to Bretania as a guest."

"Invite me? What do you do?"

"Do……"

A quiet smile flashed across Beria's face, and his smile was strange and sinister.

"His Majesty the Sun King can rebuild your father's kingdom."