Warhammer Throne

PS: You still want to watch the protagonist's plot, right? I know this too, but the perspective is conducive to telling and telling the whole story.

Old world, spring, Brittany, Count of Glamorgan, winery.

Ryan sits behind his desk and works. He wears a standard Earl nobleman's costume, and he is reviewing and correcting the last batch of spring ploughing documents.

Spring plowing has always been the busiest time in the territory, and the earl himself must check many things and be prepared, otherwise the annual harvest will have an impact.

The order to enlist the freedmen was issued, and the results were unimaginable. The freedmen heard that the earl was going to enlist the Musketeers and scrambled to sign up.

Ryan was not very surprised by this. The serf class' desire for promotion even surpassed the knight class, especially when there was a knight promotion order.

The Musketeers don’t look like they sound like ordinary soldiers. In fact, the Musketeers enjoy a fairly good status in the Empire. Many Musketeers are trained at the Nuer Gun Academy. They usually get local nobles when they return to their hometown after graduation. They were graciously received and then hired as professional soldiers.

Every freedman family sent their children to the earl’s barracks and recommended their children to Ryan.

Finally, Ryan recruited about one hundred and eighty recruits from the Musketeers. These recruits will be trained by the dwarven engineer Dugan-Tiehan until the dwarven engineer is deemed qualified.

Thinking of the cost of various ammunition for training, Ryan felt a pain. The bullets of the musket were not crossbows or arrows. They were really gone when they were shot out. Unlike the Nuer Gun Academy, where the students wanted He paid for these training ammunition by himself, and for Ryan, no matter how rich the freed people in his territory can't afford the expenses, he still has to pay for the money himself.

This is a necessary expense, the earl can only pinch his nose to recognize it.

"Boom~" The door of the room was knocked: "Master?"

"Come in." Ryan raised his head from behind the pile of documents, and his dark elf maid walked in from outside carrying a tea tray and pastries.

There were only three people who dared not knock on the door and went straight into Ryan's room. They were the fairy in the lake, his wife Suria, and the lake **** witch Mogiana.

Today’s Orika rarely wears a maid outfit. The Dark Elf is wearing a hollow ivory simple pearl vase pleated skirt today. The fabric on the chest is tight, with black high heels inlaid with gemstones and black stockings, except for Apart from the turban on his head, it is almost difficult for people to associate her with the maid.

Since Emilia's departure, Sulia’s maid Silvia took over as Ryan’s head maid. Unlike Emilia, Silvia’s management of the maid corps is more strict and unkind. He also likes to express his own opinions about Ryan's daily life. Although Ryan understands Silvia's position, he still doesn't like it a bit.

Of course, the soft and tender dark elf has won more space. In addition to working as a personal maid for Ryan, she also serves as the earl's secretary, helping him with the paperwork.

"Leave it over there." Ryan sighed lightly, and he motioned to Olica to come over.

"Master~ what's the matter?" The dark elf sat beside Ryan, leaning on his shoulder, with long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, and amber eyes with deep affection: "I need my help. What are you?"

"Is there any opposition in the territory recently, for the establishment of the Musketeers?" Ryan put down the quill, he hugged the dark elf to his lap, and took a deep breath of the fragrance between her hair.

"There are still some." The dark elf whispered: "But you can rest assured, master, none of them dare to come out against you directly, that's enough. In fact, I hope someone will take the initiative to oppose you. You can directly deal with opponents..."

"Kill him?" Ryan slanted his eyes and got along for a long time. He also understood the thinking circuit of the dark elves. These guys who believe in the **** of blood and murder, Kane, have a very simple view of internal affairs, either obey or just All kinds of assassinations, conspiracies and **** duels.

"The master is so strong, who would dare to fight you?" Olica said disapprovingly: "Since I don't have the courage to oppose, then ignore the small opinions."

"Duels can't solve all problems." Ryan murmured: "This is human, not dark elves...For example, high elves rarely solve palace internal affairs through duels, right?"

"That's because those stupid and cowardly guys have lost the enthusiasm and martial spirit that the elves should have." Orika said of the high elves with disdain: "Pride and prejudice dominate the court of the high elves, where there will always be It’s all kinds of political whirlpools and conspiracies. When the Truqis are fighting **** battles against the Chaos Demon on the front lines, the two crying and weak cousins, Asul and Esley, won’t get our mercy at all, the real elves. Orthodoxy is in Duruzzi, in Nagaroth! The last little inheritance of the high elves has long been interrupted in the Battle of the Longbeards."

The elven orthodoxy is in the dark spirit? No high-precision after long beard? The earl always felt that this sounded familiar.

Ryan held his own dark elf pillow and smiled: "I am not interested in the orthodox of the elf, whoever loves is the one who loves it, but I have signed a covenant with Targris, dear Olyka, I am now You are allies with the high elves, so don't make trouble."

"Hmph~ If it weren't for the master to stop me, I would have killed him." The dark elf snorted unhappily.

"Can you solve Targris? I don't believe it." Ryan kissed Olica's delicate and smooth cheek.

"Don't underestimate me, Master." The dark elf seemed to have no intention of arguing with Ryan on this issue. She changed the subject: "So, Master, what are you going to do with the Musketeers?"

"I will not give up the construction of the Musketeers because of opposition." Regarding this point, Ryan said that he would not have the slightest room for compromise. The count whispered: "Now my reform has reached this stage, no matter what. Shouldn't give up."

The formation of the Musketeer team is likely to be the first time Ryan has challenged the existing order of the Knight Kingdom. Generally speaking, the knights do not like to see serfs being equipped with rifles in an organized manner, even though Ryan chose to select from among the free people. Still unavoidable voices of opposition.

So when discussing this matter, the Garland Witch Veronica suggested that Ryan could send these people to the Empire or Tyrell, and then hire them as mercenaries by "exporting to domestic sales". Come in, so that you can bypass the opinions and accusations of some people, just like hiring the Ugol archers, with the name of the Ugol Circus.

The German Baron Hex proposed another idea, that is, this group of musketeers should not be directly named "Glamorgan Musketeers", but "Glamorgan Marines".

Hex’s opinion is not unreasonable. The knight from the Duchy of Le-Angouran clearly told Ryan that Richard’s Duchy of Le-Angouran also has a musket battalion, and Richard, as the king of knights, of course also knows. The gun battalion will be opposed by the conservative nobles, so he has the name of forming a navy. The Navy of Bretania is equipped with artillery and muskets. As for why the navy fights on land, this knight master also I don’t know. The navy is really loyal to the country. In order to protect the country, it will abandon its warships for landing operations. This is a good thing and deserves to be commended!

In the end, both of these suggestions were rejected by Ryan.

Playing cleverness, tricks and tricks is not what he has to do now. If it were before, he had too weak power in Brittania, lack of background, and insufficient territory, army, financial power, and small means. It can be considered helpless to take advantage of the loopholes and do something like this, so it is very meaningless to do this kind of thing at this time.

After he came to the kingdom of knights, he almost forcibly broke a hole in the insurmountable gap between serfs and knights with his own power. At this time, if he still engages in this kind of action, it will appear to be very cheap.

The battle to conquer the Blackstone stronghold and defeat the undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler did not seem to have gained much on the surface. The most was the seizure of money. Ryan’s territory did not expand, and the title did not increase. At first glance, it seems It is he who suffers.

In fact, the biggest significance of defeating Kemler lies in the huge reputation and multiplied appeal.

The knights of the whole country now know that it was the coalition of Ryan and François who defeated Kemler and his Tumulus Legion. They were the heroes of the kingdom and made great contributions to defending the kingdom without their sacrifices. Hard work, there will be no destruction of the Tumulus Legion that has been for decades in the Gray Mountains.

Therefore, in this matter, the knights of the whole kingdom must accept Lion’s love. At this time, if Lion stepped forward and said that he would organize a knightly army to conquer Moussilon, he might be able to assemble one within two months. A knightly army of only 10,000 people.

At this time, we should seize the opportunity to advance our own reforms and advance our own plans. At this time, if we do not announce the formal organization of the first official musket team in Bretania's history, when will we have to wait?

Are you really putting yourself in a case and being bound by a decadent rule that has been formed for thousands of years?

If someone doesn't do it because of opposition, he might as well find a rope to hang him, the champion of the human hero, the sanctuary powerhouse, and the goddess of the lake fairy.

Thinking far away, Ryan held his close-fitting maid and wiped oil on the dark elf's beautiful black silk legs. The count then asked: "Olika, have you ever wanted to go where to see recently? Spring ploughing is almost over, take it. I don’t have much business down here. We can go out together. Anyway, there will be no war in this year or two."

"Master, give me some time to think about it?" The dark elf leaned on Ryan. She said that she needed a little time to think about it. Ryan signaled the dark elf to think slowly, and he also wanted to hold her tenderly for a while.

At this moment, the door of the office was knocked.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Count, are you there?"

"Please come in, what's the matter?" Ryan had to let go of the dark elf. He could hear Katzenberg's voice at this time, and the count motioned for the housekeeper to come in.

"The Duke of Poderro Boderek is out of the winery!" Kasenberg walked in with a pair of round-frame sunglasses, his expression was very anxious: "The Duke of Boderek has something urgent to see you. ."

"Do you know what happened?" Ryan frowned.

"The Trident of Poseidon was stolen by a group of rogue knights!" Boderek, Duke of Poldero, appeared directly from the door of Lane's office. The Duke of Poseidon looked very serious: "Lane, I need your help!"

"Expedition to Estalia!"