Warhammer Throne

"Magritte, the capital and largest city of Estalia, is also the core of the entire Magritte Principality." Walking on the streets of Magritte, Ryan headed towards Federmond and Alf. Reid said: "This city is the most important city in Estalia and the seat of the most powerful principality. It is built as a hidden natural deep-water port. This city enjoys the reputation of a friendly port in the world. There are markets for all kinds of goods, attracting merchants from all over the world to come to trade."

"Yes, this place is the trading center of the old world, especially the many caravans that go to ocean trade." Federmond is relatively clear about Magritte's situation. The eldest son of the Duke of Poseidon knows everything about the situation here, and he even He took the conversation: "Usually the wharf here is extremely crowded, and the security here is very good. For many years, the Magrittes have maintained a strong force in the South China Sea and protected the trade in this sea area. They are fair and honest. Merchants, relying on unremitting efforts, they gradually become rich. Tranquil Harbor is a natural fortress, which carefully protects this land. On the two promontories of the bay, they built two strong and strong coastal defense towers to protect the harbor. The two forts also acted as lighthouses for the port."

"Although the invincible fleet has been annihilated, Magritte still has a relatively large-scale green water navy to protect the security of the port. Their main opponents are the pirates from Tyrell's Pirate Duchy Satusha. It is the daughter of Mannen, the group of pirates represented by Erinasa-Hate of Saltwater." Federmond continued: "This is the focal point of the famous trade route "Silk Road", a merchant from Far East Aurora. We sell silk and spices here, and our nobles in Brittania are the main buyers."

"Yes, Aurora merchants." Ryan nodded. The old world rarely saw some Aurora merchants haunt, usually in ten years. He never got the opportunity to meet these Far East visitors, and it is estimated that there will not be any in the future. He didn't want to meet either.

After seeing the portraits of the appearance of the Aurora people, he completely lost the idea of ​​seeing the Aurora people.

In addition to the dark elves, Ryan, Federmond, Veronica, and Alfred walked on Magritte’s street under the **** of the Imperial Army team.

Magritte has a population of about 35,000, and the suburbs and floating population around the city are 70,000. The streets are very crowded, and the major squares are full of vendors and merchants selling things. People here Enjoying the free and sweet air, they are indifferent to the threat of chaos and green skin. It is the tradition of the Magritans to move leisure and entertainment activities to the street. Songs and dances, art, street performances, street sketches, Magri Special people spend their day after day in endless entertainment activities, whether day, night or dawn.

"The people here are really..." The handsome and determined Federmond is the most popular target among Magrittes. The Holy Grail badge on the chest of the Holy Grail knight and a silk gown deeply betrayed his identity. Those young girls playing in the square came up to chat with enthusiasm, used fans to say "fan language" to show love, and gave many small gifts.

At the end of April, the scorching sun was enough to make the women here put on clear short-sleeved dresses. Facing the siege of a large number of girls, Federmond, who had never been shaken in the Holy Grail Expedition, behaved quite indifferently. Adaptation and hustle and bustle, naturally got a good impression.

This is how people are, Federmond looks like a distinguished, wealthy and handsome man. A little shy is not only a deduction, but a bonus.

Ryan is actually even more likable. The champion of the Lake Fairy’s Chosen naturally has a heroic aura and a sense of majesty that belongs to a superior, but the Holy Grail knight is obviously well-known and dressed up. Veronica, who was dazzling, was holding his arm, warning all the women in the square with a wolf-proof look.

This man belongs to me!

As for his original appearance and enthusiasm, the blond and blue-eyed Alfred was the worst one. The Templar was injured in the war with vampires and he was limping. The women of Estalia and Like all women, they don't like cripples.

The imperial ambassador was a middle-aged man who looked more than 40 years old. He also wore Estalia's gown when he went to the countryside to lead the way for Ryan and others: "The Oriental Palace is right in front, Lord Ryan, Lord Federmond, You will meet Amancio Perez, the leader of the Estalian Merchants League there, and we will help you make an appointment to have dinner with him."

"Where is that great mentor?" Ryan asked in a low voice.

"The great tutor will arrive in the middle of the dinner." The ambassador of the Empire is respectful to Ryan, but he is quite arrogant to the people here, because in this place of Estalia, his back is powerful. Great Empire: "It's just past noon, please take a break, or you can go shopping nearby."

"Yes." Ryan nodded, and the ambassador of the empire opened an entire suite of the most advanced state guest hotel for Ryan and others.

The one who came out to greet Ryan and the others was a very beautiful waitress. She looked like she was about twenty years old. She had a pair of brown eyes, very smart, and her black and brown hair was very seductive and slender against her hot facial features. Her black eyebrows made her look heroic, and a short one-piece dress made her slender and hot figure appear in front of Ryan and the others. The waitress bent down and saluted and smiled charmingly at Ryan and the others: "Please follow me, from The Earl of Ryan of Brittany, the Baron Federmond, and this gentleman and young lady."

"Oh oh oh!" Alfred's eyes lit up, and the Templar proactively accosted: "Hello, lady, I am Alfred, the Templar of the Church of Justice."

"Sorry, Mr. Alfred." The waitress smiled politely. "It's rude."

"Are you lucky enough to know your name?" Alfred immediately started talking, "I don't know how to call you."

"My name is Claudia."

The Templars started talking with the maid, Ryan smiled playfully, and gave Veronica a wink: "Alfred's spring is here~"

"You can take care of yourself!" Veronica gave Ryan angrily, "What does Alfred's spring have to do with you?"

"I just sigh..." Ryan hurriedly shrugged and gave in.

"I'm not allowed to sigh!" Veronica stared at Ryan fiercely. The turkey banquet on the New Year represented the establishment of Ryan's backyard alliance. They agreed to internal competition and jointly exclusive.

"I'm not interested, Veronica, I like you more." Ryan had to emphasize. Veronica took his arm. The witch understood Ryan and knew Ryan didn't lie, so she let it go. Up him.

Veronica knew that Ryan’s aesthetics was obviously different from that of normal people. The waitress named Claudia in front of her had a fiery figure, her lordosis was raised, her eyes were fiery, her thick lips, and her nose were normal. The big beauties in the eyes of people are just not ugly in Ryan's eyes. What he prefers is those with more delicate and sweet looks like Suria and Veronica.

The waitress took Ryan and the others to their room and opened the door: "Then, I'm here, please rest well, and you can come to the front desk to find me if you have any problems or needs."

"Okay." Ryan said that she knew it. The waitress waited on the spot for about ten seconds. Seeing Ryan did not say anything to stay, she retreated somewhat disappointed.

"Hey~" Ryan shook his head with a wry smile. He turned his head and asked, "Are any of you interested in going out for a walk before dinner?"

"Ah~ good friend, I feel as if I'm in love." Alfred said with a bit of dismay.

"Heh~ man." Veronica sneered, and the Witch Garland said directly: "I'm going to get some sleep, Ryan, you can go out for a stroll."

After speaking, Veronica kissed Ryan on the cheek and went back to the room to rest.

"I'll go out with you, Lord Ryan, I also want to ask you something." Federmond nodded, holy grail knights, such animals, are basically not tired.

"Alfred?" Ryan turned to look at his childhood playmate: "Your foot hurts..."

"I think I love her, good friend..."

"Do you know about love again?!" Ryan only felt that the blood vessels in his temple were about to explode, and he spit out black lines.

"But don't you think she is very beautiful? Oh, those eyes, that figure, and the expression she used to receive us..." Alfred muttered to himself in a dream.

"Fedmond?" Ryan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he said directly to Federmond.

"Huh?" The Holy Grail knight also had a pain on his face.

"Do you have yellow urine?"

"What?"

"Wake him up, okay? I beg you."

"...Please forgive me for rejecting."

There was a weird silence in the room. Looking at Alfred, who was unhappy, Ryan and Federmond looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces. Finally Ryan decided to speak: "Afu?"

"What's the matter?" The Templar immediately thought of something, and he immediately got up from the sofa: "Ryan, good friend, I knew you would be willing to help me, right?! You know women best, hurry up and teach. How am I?"

"...Afu, what I want to say is that you have to hurry up if you want to pursue that waitress, otherwise if she changes shifts, maybe you will never see each other again." Ryan's words made the Templars feel like When he woke up from the dream, he directly sang a magic trick in the room. The golden glow illuminates the entire room.

Eight-ring magic, holy healing.

Relying on the effect of the Holy Healing technique, Alfred assured that he would not be a lame for the time being, and then the Templar still walked out unsteadily.

...I am the dividing line of unstable footsteps...

Thirty minutes later, Magritte, Central Garden.

Here is a sea of ​​flowers, composed of pomegranate flowers and carnations. The garden is full of jugglers performing acrobatics and bards singing heroic deeds, as well as people who can help tourists draw a self-portrait on the spot with just one gold coin. Painters, ladies and children are playing here, gentlemen, merchants and nobles are whispering in the garden. Everyone here is well-dressed and full of luxury and decadence. There are many guards at the garden gate, and any appearance is not up to standard. Everyone will be driven out, with a sign saying “Beggars and dogs are not allowed” at the gate.

Therefore, all day long listening to people in the southern countries advocating freedom, in fact, after seeing their "freedom" with my own eyes, I realized that it is not so at all. The empire and Bretonians like to ridicule the "*-style freedom" of the southern countries.

Near the pond in the garden, Ryan and Federmond walked in tandem.

"Your Excellency Ryan, you don't seem to be very optimistic about Mr. Alfred's pursuit of the waitress?" Federmond first provoked the topic.

"Yes, I'm not very optimistic." Ryan shook his head: "Waitresses have always been not ideal pursuits, especially those who work in such state guesthouses, Federmond, if you pursue them, yes, Alfred, no."

"Why, can you tell me the reason?" Federmond was also troubled by the marriage. The object chosen by the Duke Boderek for him was Eva, the granddaughter of the Duke of Bastogne, Berhimond, but the Knight of the Holy Grail himself I don't want to get married so quickly, and I'm a little bit resistant to marrying a woman who hasn't seen each other a few times.

"Different horizons." Ryan closed his eyes, and he smelled the scent of carnations: "Think about it, Federmond, as long as the waitress of the State Guest House has worked at the front desk for a full year, all she can touch who?"

Federmond understood it at the first thought, and the Knights of the Holy Grail walked to Ryan's side: "There is no doubt that the great nobles of the human kingdom, the mercenary leaders and adventurers with great reputation, and the great masters with several trade routes. Trench merchants, and elves and dwarves."

"Yes, waitresses, especially the waitresses of the State Guest House, often have this problem, that is, they have seen too many and their vision is too high." Ryan turned to look at Federmond, and he nodded. The eldest son of the Duke of Boderek: "If it's you, but Alfred is just a Templar of the Knights Templar under the Church of Justice. There is no fief, so this waitress can look at Alfred. The possibility of Reid is not without, but it is very slim."

"Even if she doesn't have anything worth mentioning besides being beautiful, she still feels that Mr. Alfred is not up to her standards?" Federmond understood Ryan completely, and he smiled: "This is too harsh. NS."

"But this is reality. We will not and cannot criticize her, because this is her freedom. I can only say that I am not optimistic." Ryan nodded, "This is called the threshold. Because of the reception of various big men and waitresses all year round. The emotional threshold is already very high. It is difficult to impress them by sending flowers and having dinner together, because they see too much, and winning the duel conference is about the same."

"It's like the Marquise Suria wins the Knight Conference and then pursues you?" Federmond suddenly joked: "Everyone said that, the love between Marquis Suria and you came to fruition at that time. ."

"Hahahaha~" Ryan laughed loudly: "You know what I used to win Su Liya's heart. What I want to say is that a wife like Su Liya is worth a lot of your efforts to pursue."

"You are always admirable, Lord Ryan." Federmond thoughtfully, during this period of time following Ryan, the Knights of the Holy Grail have learned a lot: "If it were me, maybe I had already been with Estalia. The war is on. I will not spend a day in Magritte just to have dinner with the nobles here. If it were me before, I would feel that I had lost the Trident of the Seagod..."

"You are not wrong, and the truth is on your side, so you can retrieve your own things by force as expected?" Ryan leaned on the garden railing, and he smiled towards Federmond.

"But you taught me that sometimes the problem is not that simple." Federmond nodded, and he said with a little frustration: "It is always painful to deal with local nobles, especially when I think I am the victim. ."

"But it is necessary." Ryan lifted his chin, and he looked at Magritte's prosperous market and wide streets, as well as the Goddess of War Square and the statues of the goddess in the square.

The afternoon sun and breeze, as well as the scenery in the garden, are refreshing and make people relax involuntarily.

"Yes... it is necessary. If it weren't for you, I think I would have a clash with Silva, Duke of Billy Barry, a clash with a vampire, and then come here to clash with the great alchemist of the empire, and finally a war. The Church of the Goddess and the Knights of Magritte are torn." Federmond shook his head: "But you not only perfectly let us find the culprit, but you also have a good chance. In Billy Barry, you successfully got the seat. With the help of the Duke of Elva, in front of the Imperial Army team, you received the warm hospitality of the great alchemist. In Magritte, you are a distinguished guest."

"Fedmond, listen, I will only say these words once." Ryan looked at no one left and right, and finally decided to speak: "In a complex environment, we have to figure out who is our enemy and who It is our friend, who is the object we should strive for."

"It’s the enemy. We must resolutely knock them to the ground and wipe them out completely. We are friends. We must tie them to our chariots and advance and retreat together with us. We must try our best to win over the objects we can win, or at least not. Let them throw at the enemy."

"For thousands of years, the system established by order is a place that requires individuals to suppress and constrain their own individuality. Within the system, personal likes and dislikes are second. The most taboo is that many young people consciously hold their hands. Truth, challenge authority." Lane said earnestly: "Regardless of whether they really have the truth or not, in this case, the outcome of rashly challenging authority will never be good. We need to wait for the opportunity."

"So when is the right time?" Federmond humbly asked, the holy grail knight in his fifties looks like a junior in front of the thirties of the chosen champion.

"That is……"