Warhammer Throne

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Only two weeks have passed since the grand wedding ceremony of the goddess of the lake, Ryan Makado, Earl of Glamorgan. The people of the entire kingdom have not yet separated from the festive atmosphere of this century wedding. Within two weeks, the next From the serfs in the most remote villages of the kingdom to the Knights’ Palace in Kurona, there are discussions about Ryan’s wedding everywhere.

Before the heat had passed, another oracle came from the Fairy Cathedral in the lake, which completely shook the entire Kingdom of Brittany. The oracle of the fairy is brought to mortals.

"Lady oracle, the darkness invades, the northern barbarian eagle looks at the wolf and is extremely vicious, and the eastern green skin is raging, and its sins are endless. The immortal spirit corrupts the earth, steals the land, surrounded by four enemies, in order to save the people from water and fire, and defend the country from the enemy. In addition, the Duke of Bretania is specifically allowed to select the people of righteousness, piousness, and determination, and grant the title of knight."

——Mugiana, the Lake God Witch

The oracle of the fairy in the lake was like a hot pot of boiling oil, completely igniting the entire kingdom, from serfs, freedmen to knights and nobles with titles, and set off a huge sensation. Under the night, countless serfs We gathered together, frantically discussing that there are serfs who can be promoted to knights? This is simply a miracle!

Many serfs wept bitterly. They did not expect that the ladies would pay so much attention to these lowly people, and they would be willing to specifically allow their lowly ones to be promoted to the ranks of knights. People gathered in the tattered tavern after leaving work, drinking cheap and sour food. Barley wine, eating toast, and loudly discussing who has the opportunity to be promoted to master knights, especially sergeants and rangers. As professional soldiers and low-level officers who have spent the longest time with master knights, they have become fragrant.饽, they are surrounded by serfs wherever they go every day, and everyone is asking, how to become knights? Do I still have a chance?

Facing the oracle of the fairy in the lake, the great nobles of Brittany were a little silent uncharacteristically. Even if some nobles opposed it, they just made gestures, and most still did not express their opinions. When they heard that the quota for a year was only three At that time, many great nobles, especially those conservative dukes, just said to Mogiana that maybe one or two a year is more reasonable.

The very important reason why the dukes did not fiercely opposed it was that the chaotic invasion of the north at the beginning of the year caused heavy losses in the north of the kingdom. Many duchys even failed to fully recruit knights. Serf infantry regiments, sergeants, and rangers were also seriously lacking.

Ryan seized this perfect opportunity to let the fairy in the lake throw out this oracle. The nobles would not strongly oppose it, because the clever nobles knew that this oracle was very helpful for them to replenish their troops and inspire serfs. Enthusiasm, three places per year does not exist for the possibility of shaking the rule of the nobility.

The oracle of the goddess came from the Count of Glamorgan, so this place is the most lively discussion.

As time entered the early winter, the earl began to be enveloped in snow and ice. This winter came a few days earlier than before. When the sun’s rays were shrouded in dark clouds, when the winter wheat was covered by snow, when the trees withered, the bare branches stretched out weakly to the sky. The village fell into depression and silence. When people always wrapped up their clothes and curled up around the fire at night, even the serfs would know that winter was here.

Jean towns and the like have more vitality than other places. Even in the middle of winter, you can see many residents walking on the streets. The streets are paved with slabs. Pedestrians come and go, but most of them are in a hurry, because no one Willing to stay outside for a long time in this **** weather.

There are many small merchants and hawkers on the street. They are all strictly restricted to a small position in front of the shops on the street. They are not allowed to occupy the pedestrian aisles. However, these small merchants can always treacherously squeeze into the middle of the road and sell them. Once a patrolling team passed by for their small commodities, they quickly retreated back to the "safety line". The daily "battle" between the vendors and the guards has become a common practice in the town, and the residents are no longer surprised.

The largest commodity purchasing and trade center in the town is the "Oliver Chamber of Commerce" not far from the Earl’s Castle. The merchant Oliver from the Empire presides over the sale of a variety of commodities, and merchants come here to trade every day.

At 5 o’clock in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fell behind the Oracle Mountains, and another day was over. Leimen, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Lyonace, was dressed in leather clothes of high value, especially wrapped outside. The comfortable bearskin coat looked like a person of identity. This regular halberd soldier from the halberd camp was walking through the street alone, and a lot of snowflakes fell on his brown hair.

This escaped slave from Lyonace is now an official soldier of the halberd camp. He has just experienced very hard training today, which is even more difficult than working for the master Cavaliers when he was in Lyonace.

But the treatment here is much better. At least the rice is full. At noon, he also tasted a bowl of thick corn broth. Everyone has a share of the broth. There is a big bone in the soup, Raymond. Nibbled all the meat on the bones cleanly, licked the surface of the bones, and sucked up the bone marrow.

Breathing out a cold breath, the young halberd soldier held a few silver coins in his arms. He hesitated for a while, gave up walking towards the downtown, and moved to a less populated area in the town.

Now, the most expensive land in the town of Jean is in the city center not far from the Earl’s Castle-Avenue of Champions. There are densely packed buildings. Many buildings are rented out to merchants and nobles. There are also many rangers and knights. The houses there are all made of stone and tiles, and the oak structure is beautiful and strong. It is a place where many knights and merchants flock to them. Many sergeants also dream of buying houses there.

The farther you are from the city center, the newer and simpler the houses are. There are still many wooden houses, but it is said that they will continue to expand soon. The town has been expanded twice, but it is still overcrowded. The third expansion Rumors are endless, and maybe work will start after the Chinese New Year.

After walking through several streets, Raymond found himself in a row of double-storey houses. This kind of street has always been a representative of semi-residential and semi-commercial. There are few pedestrians on the roadside and many houses have doors closed. , Only the fire in the room and the black smoke from the chimney indicate that there are people living here.

If it’s this kind of street... Raymond looked around and found a house. A wooden signboard hung with a noose in front of the house. The signboard was painted with an ugly portrait of a pig like a bear. Fortunately There are words underneath.

"Bear Bar".

In Jean Town, there will be bars on almost every street. This kind of bar has three functions: hotels, restaurants, and retail stores. This bear bar looks ordinary, with human speeches from time to time. The bar The door was half-hidden. Perhaps the owner was in pain and opened the door to let the cold wind blow in or closed the door to refuse the customer. In the end, he had to choose such a half-hidden way, and wanted to refuse.

Raymond doesn't care, there is beer and barbecue here, which is enough.

"Boom~" The door was gently pushed open, and Raymond walked into the bar.

Thick straws are spread on the wooden floor, candles made of animal fat illuminate the dark interior of the bar, and the long bar is a little greasy. At least one waiter is using a rag to scrub the counter top and the back of the bar. A proprietress is pouring wine, and the two rows of cabinets are filled with all kinds of alcohol, from the worst Breton ale to imperial stout, Kislev vodka, mead and whiskey, inferior from Winford Wine also occupies a corner-as everyone knows, the wife of Earl of Lane, Madame Suria is the daughter of the Duke of Winford, this duchy is also rich in inferior wine in addition to high-quality wine.

High-quality wines are drunk by the noble lords, and inferior wines are drunk by the inferior civilians. It seems that there is no problem.

Inside the bar, the long bar was full of drinkers. Only one or two seats were left. There were two wooden tables next to it. There were also a lot of people sitting. When Raymond opened the door, almost everyone Focusing on him, most of them are middle-aged men with shaggy beards wearing black or brown cloaks.

The bearskin coat on his body, his youthful appearance and his youthful face seemed incompatible with this bar, but as Raymond firmly believed, this would not prevent him from having a drink here.

"It's a soldier of the earl!"

"He is the halberd of our earl!"

"I've heard of them. The soldiers of the halberd camp are all heroes. They used to face the Chaos God-chosen warriors of the northern barbarians in the Battle of Lyon Nasai!"

"Good guy! I'm Duff to offer you a drink!"

The alcoholics and drunkards in the bar quickly recognized Raymond’s identity from his badge and military uniform. In the Earl of Glamorgan, the soldiers of the Earl were always respected and adored, and every serf longed for home. Send out a sergeant or ranger, and let the whole family get the status of a free citizen.

This is Raymond's self-confidence, his self-confidence in his identity, and this sense of self-confidence makes him fascinated. It is the respect he could not feel when he was a serf in Lyonace.

"Welcome, Mr. Earl's halberd soldier, what can I do for you?" The lady proprietress had bowed her head to pour the wine and was busy ordering the coins in her jar. When she saw Raymond walk straight towards the bar, the lady proprietress raised her head quickly , Barely smiled.

"Beer." Raymond found a stool to sit down in front of the bar and said directly.

"The local ale or something else?" The proprietress seemed to be testing him.

"Imperial dark beer." Of course, Raymond knew what the local ale was. It was drunk by the down-and-out serf who didn't want to entertain all day long. He didn't drink it. He was a soldier of the earl.

"A cup, a keg?" The lady boss knew that this was an expert, she continued.

"A small barrel." Raymond fixed his gaze at the beer barrel in the cupboard. This beer barrel may contain seven or eight liters of beer. He didn't know how much water was mixed in, but it shouldn't be too much—— If a bar is too heavily mixed with water, there won't be so many guests.

"Huh huh?" The lady boss looked like she was less than thirty years old, she was pretty good, and she spread her hands.

Raymond handed a silver coin.

This silver coin instantly disappeared from the lady boss’s sleeve. The lady boss ordered twenty copper coins to find him, and then took out a huge wooden beer mug, took a large glass of dark brown liquid, and put it in Lei Meng In front of him: "What more? Sir?"

"Let's do this first." Raymond took over the beer glass. This huge beer glass is the so-called "small barrel", which is about one liter. If it is a "glass" of beer, it is a mug, about one hundred and fifty. To two hundred milliliters.

The dark beer from the Empire has a strong aroma, the surface of the beer is foamy, and it is very comfortable to drink, at least much stronger than the local sour barley.

After a sip, a large cup was drunk one-third, Raymond was about to say something, the door opened, and the wind and snow rolled into the house. Raymond frowned and looked towards the door subconsciously.

Wearing a green sergeant cloak, chain mail and gorgeous burqa, a figure with a large bow behind him appeared at the entrance of the bar.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Bertrand! What brought you into my shop?"

"First, let's have a glass of Imperial Stout, Marty."

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