Warhammer Throne

Within Len's territory, the settlement of the Angland clan.

Here is a small hill, where the statues of the three dwarves stand tall. The long stone road is firm and smooth, and there are busy traffic on the road. Many serfs here laugh all the way to welcome the Winter Veil Festival. Every family is bright and colorful. Many serfs After finishing the work, he went home with wine and meat and talked loudly about the Earl's victory. It seemed that as long as Ryan led the army, the victory had been confirmed, and all everyone had to do was celebrate.

"Ryan has indeed done a great job in recent years. I can hear his name all the time in Curona all the year round." Duke Hagen said to Count Jean-Harlan: "Look at his town, I I think my castle is like the countryside."

"Earl Ryan is a trick to some extent, but that is a manifestation of his personal strength and charisma. Only the lady knows why the wood elves are willing to take the initiative to trade with him." Earl Harlan shook his head: "But this is not the point, the point is. Yes... we have to seize this opportunity. The rebellion and food shortage in the Principality are serious. If we drag on, the problem will not be solved. My Duke, our honor will be stained."

Count Jean-Harlan’s words just pierced the deepest worry in the heart of Duke Hagen. He did not protect and manage the land and people bestowed by the goddess. This is a very disgraceful thing for him, but the Duke has never been good at it. When dealing with internal affairs, he had to subconsciously ask: "It is a good thing for the dwarves to establish a trading post and plan to develop the wasteland, but how do you think we should negotiate? Can we ask for the franchise of the dwarves? By the way, ask these dwarves. Surrender? I didn't want them to pay tribute either, at least verbally express their submission."

"Hey..." Count Jean-Harlan felt very speechless. He thought that it would be easier for you to ask the dwarf to pay tribute, and let the dwarf express surrender? Are you going to talk about cooperation or make a statement?

But there is no way, the Duke of Hagen’s internal affairs level is like this. He has always been known for his personal virtue and bravery. Generally, he does not care about internal affairs, but gives it all to his cousin, Earl Harron. For decades The Earl of Harlan was broken by the management of the entire duchy, but the Duke of Hagen was at ease.

The two of them led a group of entourages looking at the dwarf settlement from a distance, and Count Jean-Harlan had to persuade with all his heart: "My duke, that is a dwarf. Although this is cooperation, we are now asking for it. People, at this time, if you want to make a concession, you should give up, resume production as soon as possible, and eliminate the rebellion is the most important thing. We can get all other losses from the future tax revenue of the trading post."

"Well, yes, you're right." Although the Duke of Hagen didn't understand, he was willing to delegate power: "Then how should we negotiate with the dwarves? Is it to guess the box or drink? Dwarf wrestling? I'm not very good at that..."

The Duke's words made his regent almost like slamming his head against the sign on the side of the road.

In the settlement, Bellegar is drinking with Patriarch Berwick-North Star, Engineer Dugan-Tiehan, Chief Engineer Halhav-Goldman, and his chief runesmith Sruder-Honesty. By the way Discussing how to concentrate strength, first build the Blackstone stronghold, and then consider how to conquer Bafeng Mountain.

After the previous failures, Bellegar's mind became clearer. He said that he must make adequate preparations, at least mass-produce weapons and equipment, as well as artillery, and hoard enough food.

However, the attention of these patriarchs, artisan associations and engineers is not on this: "A brewery! A brewery that produces dwarf beer! There is also a large pub large enough to seat at least 800 dwarves! Nope! Wrong, the dwarves need this, only enough beer can bring our clan back to life!"

"Yes! I think this is our top priority, a brewery."

"Yes! Other things can be ignored for the time being, we think our top priority is two, first, sufficient gold reserves, second, breweries and large pubs!"

The dwarves chattered and discussed that Bellegar also felt big, and the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain was still a little relieved. Because of the base area, his clan was rejuvenated. At present, more than four thousand dwarves have settled in the Blackstone stronghold. , The establishment of idols and butcher churches to expel vampires and corruption, there are currently about two thousand clansmans staying on Lane’s side. Bellegar intends to keep a thousand people in Lane’s territory and continue to live here in a settlement to serve Lane. It's a reward.

The dwarves are clamoring and the atmosphere is fiery. The beer is brought in barrels of beer. The idea of ​​the brewery has been specific to the implementation plan, and the gun workshop that Bellegar cares about is still talking about it, which makes Bafeng Mountain. The King was very upset. He knocked on the table with his hand, but his wife Komanik motioned to Bellegar not to be impulsive. Among the dwarves' clans, the artisan association and the patriarchs have always held huge powers.

"Since they want to build, then build it." Komanik whispered: "My husband, you have to learn to compromise."

Before the Queen’s words were finished, the door of the big house suddenly opened. Several Breton nobles came in under the guidance of the hammer warriors. The oncoming burst of strong beer, tobacco and sweat made them smelly. Personally, they felt a little discomfort, but they resisted it and moved forward slowly to ensure that they would not exceed the slow pace of the hammer warrior who led them.

Behind the nobleman, four humans carried a wooden box with the white stag head on the red and black coat of arms of the family coat of arms of the Duke of Gisoleaux.

Dozens of pairs of dwarves fixed their eyes on the incoming person, which made the incoming person feel some pressure. He made a standard general etiquette: "His Majesty Dwarf, King Belega of Bafeng Mountain, I brought Jisolai Greetings from His Excellency Hagen, Duke of Oaks, I wish your body as strong as steel."

The dwarves glanced at each other and walked away. Bellegar was sitting behind the wine table. The king of the Angland clan was a little embarrassed, because he had to look up at the people.

Don't these humans even understand any rules? !

"Who are you?" Bellegar's tone was not very pleasant.

"I'm Jean-Harlan, Earl of North Gisoleaux, cousin of Duke Hagen."

"Oh!" The expression on Bellegar's face looks better. Dwarves pay special attention to blood relationship, especially for dwarves with few women. Cousins ​​are equal to brothers, and nephews and nieces are equal to children.

From the perspective of a dwarf, sending his own cousin to show that the Duke of Hagen attaches great importance to this matter, so Bellegar then asked: "So you agreed to our proposal to propose a trading post? And, your Excellency Hagen himself Why not come?"

"The Duke himself doesn't quite understand the way the dwarves speak, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings. We agree to your suggestion to build a trading post, but we have a small...request." Count Jean-Harlan said cautiously.

"Oh, that means you need the help of the dwarves?" Bellegar said directly and unceremoniously: "Let’s talk about it, what help? Come and listen! What do you want the dwarves to do for you?"

Count Jean-Harlan's face changed and changed. Even if he was prepared, he was frightened by the dwarf's directness. If anyone in the court said that, the nobles would let him get out.

"There has been a rebellion in the Principality, King Bellegar, we need your help, otherwise it will be difficult for us to establish a stable trade route and develop the wasteland under the circumstances of a serf rebellion." Jean-Harlan was simply straightforward. said.

"Help? Then you should go to your king, or ride your horse to kill the enemy yourself. What does this have to do with the dwarves? Why should the dwarves pay to help you fight?" Belega's attitude was still not good.

Count Jean-Harlan thought that fortunately, Duke Hagen did not come in, otherwise the two sides would definitely turn their faces.

It was time to negotiate terms, and Count Jean-Harlan motioned to his men to open the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box are several dwarf vows, several stacked gold bars, and a large handful of gold crowns and sparkling silver coins. A large box full of gold and silver makes the metal rubbing sound that dwarves feel obsessed with, gold and silver. Light and shadow reflected in the room.

Belega and his people were instantly fascinated by the gold and silver in the box: "This is... for us?"

"The Duke is generous, King Bellegar, we won't let the dwarves pay for our troubles, please do us a favor!" Count Jean-Harlan used his own tone, and he felt a little proud of the dwarves. Silver's hobbies and desires are engraved in his genes.

"Very well, I accepted it!" Sure enough, everything was unavailable-Count Harlan expected. Bellegar was satisfied with the money. He agreed. The King of Bafeng Mountain motioned to his men to take the box, and suddenly asked: "Then ...How do you plan to resettle the rebels? All executed?"

"Ah? This..." Bellegar's rhetorical question surprised the visitor very much.

"I have a proposal... The dwarves need manpower..." Belega started bargaining according to the plan discussed with Ryan.

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At night, inside the winery.

The fireplace in the room crackled, and the cold wind outside the house was blocked by the windows. Inside, Tyrell’s carpet covered the wooden floor of the room. Ryan sat behind a desk made of cherry wood and looked at the documents. The maid, Emilia, sat beside Ryan, leaning close to him, enjoying the time when the two were alone.

At the end of this year and the beginning of spring next year, Emilia will return to Noor to become the Duchess and Elector.

Unlike before, she liked to comb her long and straight blond hair. Now Emilia has her hair up, which means she is no longer a girl.

After reading the documents for a while, Ryan suddenly said, "Emilia?"

"What's wrong with Ryan?" Emilia looked at Ryan with attachment, her face full of dismay: "What do you want to say to me?"

"What kind of Winter Veil Feast have you thought about?" Ryan asked casually, "I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Hey?!" Emilia, who was wandering around the world, suddenly turned red. The little maid thought for a while, and said inexplicably, "You are really Ryan! I'm full of that kind of thing in my head!"

"Ah?!" Ryan thought to me, did I say the same thing to you?

At this moment, Suria opened the door and came in. The countess was carrying a plate of snacks with a smile on her face: "Ryan, Emilia, you have worked hard, take a break!"

The snacks were some pastries and three cups of hot milk. Ryan did not refuse. The three of them sat down to taste the snacks. Ryan put the delicate pastries into his mouth, and he smiled at Suria: "I'm thinking, the Duke of Hagen will Wouldn't you agree to Bellegar's terms?"

"The Duke of Hagen will not agree, but Count Jean-Harlan will persuade him to agree, Ryan, you don't have to worry." Suria's sea-blue eyes carried a little blame, and she knew that her husband was asking herself deliberately: "You There is an answer in my heart, but I still want me to tell it~"

"We are a husband and wife. I want to ask your opinion on some things." Ryan smiled badly: "I always feel more at ease after hearing you say it again."

"The Duke of Hagen has no reason to refuse. This is a mutually beneficial cooperation." Su Liya put down the teacup, and the female knight changed her pair of black silk legs into a sitting position, and then said: "It's the temper of King Belega. , Or the temper of the dwarves can easily cause some variables in cooperation, Ryan, I suggest that you also send a team to act with King Belegar."

"Well, indeed." Ryan nodded in agreement.

After chatting for a few more words, it was getting late, Emilia kissed Ryan aggrievedly, then went back to the next room to rest, and gave the time to Su Liya. The female knight had already arranged a maid’s shop. After finishing the bed, the couple got into the bed, and Ryan was very obsessed with holding his wife's slender waist: "There is nothing wrong with the territory this time?"

"It's okay. The biggest trouble is that Ms. Teresa encountered some problems while repairing her wizard tower, but it has been solved now." Su Liya leaned against her husband's arms, her long golden curly hair falling like a waterfall. She said with interest: "It's just that she wants to build too well, and the budget is a little insufficient. In addition, the Garland Council has sent a team of ice witch apprentices. They are obviously not suitable for Brittany. The relatively warm and humid climate here in Nia was somewhat unacceptable, so I went to the hospital together."

The thick curtains cover all the light, only the floor lamp emits a dim yellow light, and there is a "whooping" wind outside the window. Ryan's expression changed after listening to it. He hugged Su Liya and whispered: "Actually , I don’t approve of Teresa’s coming here to build the Wizard Tower. First of all, as you said, the water and soil are not acceptable. Furthermore, she could have inherited her mother’s Wizard Tower, and it would take too much energy and money to build another one."

"But you have no reason to refuse. Who made my husband so good?" Su Liya turned around, and she stared at Ryan's face: "You respect her choice, so you don't stop her. You both feel compassion and love for her. Feeling guilty again, so you accepted her."

"I am a man after all." Ryan blushed a little, and the man was a little embarrassed when he faced Su Liya's teasing eyes.

"That's it, or...Shall we have a banquet at this time of Winter Veil?" Su Liya's eyes suddenly flashed, and she continued: "Ms. Veronica, Ms. Teresa, How about Emilia, Her Royal Highness Morjana, and Olica all gathered together to enjoy a turkey meal?"

"Wtf?" Ryan opened his mouth wide.

More surprising things are still to come.

A dazzling light suddenly appeared in the bedroom, a soft body fell from the light, and the fragrance of irises overflowed. The visitor grabbed Ryan's neck and got into the bed and lay on Ryan.

"Good idea~ I want to participate too!"