Proof of the Sun King

Old World, March 2515, Empire, Wolfenburg.

The battle is over, the army needs to rest, the city needs to be rebuilt, and the leaders need to discuss what to do next.

Although some people are skeptical about how Motkin died, they are very confused about why Chaos Eternal God Chosen suddenly said a bunch of inexplicable things and then committed suicide when he could have a battle. , but the truth is there, Motkin died, the army of Chaos collapsed, the army from the Empire and the army of the Knight Brothers saved the city and also the Osters.

The city finally regained its calm, and the food supply also recovered a little. The refugees could finally get out of the damp, narrow, and smelly dwarf refuge caves and come outside to breathe fresh air. Most of the adult men were in the war. After they died, most of the remaining women, children and children gathered together in twos and threes. There were not enough tents. Many people found a place of ruins and wrapped them in blankets to get a good night's sleep.

Rare tranquility, the city is full of troops patrolling.

Ryan instructed his subordinates to accept all the money that Ruth brought, and divided them into more than a dozen space rings to store and keep them in person. After that, it was rare to have a little spare time: "Why don't we go shopping in the city? Bertrand? Morgiana ?"

"Tomorrow is the day of the Holy Grail, Ryan, I'm going to prepare." Morgiana shook her head. If it was only Ryan and her, the Lake God Witch could still consider it, but there was a whole company of old guards behind him. , and Bertrand, Davout, Raymond, etc., this kind of loitering is still avoided.

"Oh! Tomorrow is the day of the Holy Grail, yes." Ryan was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly. The King of Knights thought that the recent series of wars had really confused him. As a fairy in the lake God's Chosen Champion, he had forgotten such an important festival as the Holy Grail Day. It was indeed a bit unreasonable.

"Forget it, let's go back first." Ryan shrugged and signaled everyone to go back first.

Back in the tent, no one was there. Aurora was already on bed rest due to the overload of summoning the Ice Element Supreme Lord. According to her, she would have to rest in bed for at least two or three months. Ryan understood this. Let Veronica arrange for manpower to take care of it.

The female speaker ran to look for fresh and talented girls with magic as Lane said, and Veronica knew that she had to take the lead now.

Morgiana must also be busy with the Day of the Holy Grail. Duke Lawn is still discussing some details with the imperial people at this time. Emilia and Teresa are still not coming over. Ryan thinks carefully about himself now. Nothing to do.

He now regrets that he didn't bring Orika out. It's really uncomfortable to have no one to serve him outside of the military. Many things are inconvenient, and Ryan is not interested in finding a few strong men to serve him. ” Strange rumors such as “Back Mountain” came out. You must know that things like the old world are repeatedly banned, especially in places like Tyrell.

The furnishings in the tent are luxurious, and it is snowing outside. Ryan thought that it was still snowing in March. The impact of this chaotic invasion on the old world, or at least the northern part of the empire, did not seem to be small. Thinking of this Simply shouted: "Come on! Boil water, I want to take a bath!"

"Yes!" The old guard outside the house responded immediately.

After taking a nice hot bath, Ryan put on a soft and comfortable bathrobe, leaned on the bed, and the attendant put a low table for him, so that he could lie on the bed to handle various affairs, and then sent him to the bed. A hot cup of coffee.

"Where's Berhemond? And what are Bertrand doing?" As soon as Ryan saw the thick stack of documents, his brain ached, and the King of Knights stopped the attendant.

"The Duke of Berhemonde is hanging out in the ruins outside." The attendant returned: "Marshal Bertrand and the old guards were called by His Royal Highness Morgiana to help prepare tomorrow's Holy Grail Ceremony, Morgiana said. Now, all Bretons will receive the lady's boon, including marmalade, roast meat and a glass of wine."

"Okay, I understand, you can go down." Ryan signaled that the attendant could go down. The king of knights opened the document and started to work. There are countless things waiting for him to deal with.

Just as he was looking at the document, Ryan was still wondering how the Duke of Bethmond would have time to hang out in the ruins?

The King of Knights must have made the problem a bit complicated.

Right in the ruins of Wolfenburg, inside a huge tent that was just put up.

The Duke of Bethmond brought a group of knights and servants from Bastogne to open the tent door and entered the tent. The Duke of Red Dragon hung the Brittanian holy sword - the sword in the stone, on his waist. Wearing a red dragon cape, a gorgeous red and yellow iris burqa and a reforged and strengthened dwarf master-level Granny rune full-body plate armor, wearing a golden dragon-top cross helmet, the strength is close to a demigod The old duke is not angry, and his equipment is more expensive than the standard manor of ten large nobles combined.

After the war, the old duke had nothing to do and decided to wander around. He also knew that his level of internal affairs was really appalling, so he simply left everything to Lawen and the others to do it, and called his entourage to look around.

Several of these messages caught the attention of the Duke of Berhemonde.

The first is that after the shelters were gradually lifted, many refugees began to take to the streets. While queuing up beside the porridge shed to receive relief food, they were setting up street stalls to sell some of their property.

The old duke found a lot of things, from dreams to various handicrafts and books, to vodka, everything. Berhemonde even saw several wooden and iron statues of the former Tsar Boris, as well as the bear **** Eh An icon of Sun with a small hammer symbolizing Thor, the **** of thunder.

There are even some artifacts from Osterland.

Out of interest, the Duke of Berhemonde looked here and there. He bought a lot of small things, and the attendant at the back packed a large bag on his back, and then the old Duke noticed that some people were selling Books, those carefully framed in a previous era from the Kislev Erson Church printing house were sold for very cheap, a few silver coins, even a handful of copper coins, and they were sold casually, except for Keisler In addition to husband refugees, the same is true for Oster refugees.

The old duke sighed, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The second thing is now this one.

The appearance of Belhemond made the people inside scream. Obviously, no one expected that the distinguished Duke of Red Dragon would appear here. Hex, Earl of Devon, was commanding something inside. When he saw Belhemond come out, he His face suddenly turned pale, and he hurried up: "My Lord, how are you..."

"What are you doing?!" Duke Berhemond noticed that the large tent was full of women! And most of them are young and beautiful beauties! There were Osters, Nords, and Mrs. Keisler. The old duke immediately thought of something, and he said angrily, "Hux!"

"Duke!" Hux was very embarrassed, and he hurriedly pulled Bohemond aside: "This is just a business!"

"What business?!" Bohemond slapped Hux on the forehead, and the old duke said angrily: "You are a prostitute! Hux! Do you know what you are doing? Don't you forget Did the lady teach you?!"

"They are voluntary! My Lord Duke!" Hux was very aggrieved, and Earl Devon whispered: "Duke, do you know that 65% of the adult males of the Oster people have died in this How many women and children were left behind in the invasion? Today, the Elector Wamir is still supplying food with all his strength, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Everyone knows that Brittany is rich, the soldiers are rich, and many people are willing to Find a way out for your future, do you know how much happened in the ruins of these people? Even His Majesty Ryan turned a blind eye!"

"Then you can't either..." Duke Berhemonde was still displeased: "You can't be a middleman either!"

"I said, it's voluntary! I'm just doing me a favor!" Seeing that the old duke's attitude was a little loose, Hux quickly struck while the iron was hot: "You know, there are people in the ruins who are dedicated to doing this kind of thing, five silver coins at a time. , those second-hand dealers can get three, and in the end, all these poor women can get is a silver coin and a copper coin, so ah, I think we can just do it ourselves, the buyer spends less money , the seller makes more money, and there is no middleman to make the difference, this has only opened for more than half a day, and the transaction volume is far ahead!"

Berhemond learned from Hux that there are two types of such transactions. The first is that one-time *** requires a certificate. Generally, Hux’s side is to check whether there is any disease, and send a document. When it’s over, the second type is permanent ***, which is actually equivalent to a buyout. Many girls, girls, and women have lost their families. Some of them need a sum of money to sell themselves, and some don’t even need too much, but they are required to sign a formal agreement. The master-servant contract, the kind of justice in the church.

The formal master-servant contract is very strict, stipulating the employment relationship between the two parties to serve and to be served. The most strict kind of master beats the servant to death, but he will pay for his life! And the vast majority of women in the big tent wanted to sign this kind of high-level master-servant contract, and some women suggested that if it was the old guard and the Holy Grail Knight, then it would be fine to just sign the contract without money.

By the way, Hux's requirements are quite strict, only beautiful women are accepted, roughly within the age of 14-28.

"Uh." Berhemond confirmed it. The women present said that it was voluntary. There was also free food and a blanket in the tent. The old duke was a little embarrassed, and he asked Hux again. : "But with such a big tent set up here, you are not afraid..."

"Learn a foreign language." Hux smiled treacherously: "Brittanians come from far away, and their accents are very different. In order to promote communication and work together to fight the enemy, they always have to exchange accents and learn some local accents. slang?"

"Oh, learning a foreign language." The old duke was moved, and Bethmond asked, "What price?"

"It's cheap!" Hux pointed to a row of beauties over there, some with brown hair, black eyes, some with blonde hair and blue eyes, most of them ranging in age from fifteen to sixteen to early twenties: "Most of the best are five Ten kronor to one hundred kronor, pay with one hand and sign the master-servant contract with the other, if the prophets of the lake **** or the pastor of Mercy Sharia are willing to notarize, you can buy it back and become a maid! Your Excellency the Duke?"

"Hey, yes, this foreign language needs to be learned hard!" After confirming again and again that this was a business you wished for, Bohemond finally smiled: "I also want to learn a foreign language, it's good to learn another one!"

"Yes, yes, this foreign language must be learned well~" Hux nodded with a smile.

The Duke of Bastogne and the Earl of Devon looked at each other and smiled, but seeing that the old duke really wanted to "learn a foreign language", the women in the tent scrambled to crowd up and sell themselves, and they didn't even want a penny. , and also wanted to become the private property of the Duke of Berhemonde, the old duke signaled them to stand in a row and pick them out by himself. At the same time, he signaled his subordinates to take out several bags of gold krona to ensure that the money would not be less for them. In the spirit of chivalry A very important one is fairness.

At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted again, and a group of Rick guards rushed in. The knights and servants under the Duke of Berhemond immediately held their swords and guarded, and the Rick guards were also aggressive.

"What? What?"

"This is the Brittany camp! What are you guys doing in the Empire?!"

Rick's guard Helberg walked in from outside. The old man had a serious expression and the hilt of the Rune Fang "Hate Bearer" gleamed at his waist. He first looked at Hux and Berhemond seriously, and then again. Looking at the women who were panicked and hid in the corner of the tent with majesty, he sighed.

"This foreign language is to be learned hard, Lord Hux, I also want to learn a foreign language!"

The momentum in the tent suddenly relaxed, and everyone laughed.

"Learn! You can learn it! Marshal Heilberg, which one do you want to learn? Do you want to take it back and learn it yourself?"

"No need, just arrange a class for me."

"Arrange, arrange now."

…………I am the dividing line of learning foreign languages…………

Berhemond and Heilberg's group went to study foreign languages, and our knight, Ryan, was still in bed correcting documents.

In the process of grading, revising and revising, Ryan quickly saw the official letter from Emperor Karl Franz. The letter was tough, first congratulating the brilliant victory in Wolfenburg, and then killing (forced suicide) forever. The god-chosen black iron Motkin expressed congratulations, but then the conversation changed. In the official letter, the emperor asked the army in Wolfenburg to advance as soon as possible after a short rest, not to stay too long, and try to end the battle before the spring ploughing began. If it is not possible to destroy all the Chaos army~www.wuxiaspot.com~, then at least the Chaos army must be driven out of the empire first.

The wording of this official letter is quite strong and a bit arrogant. Ryan frowned after reading it. The King of Knights is quite unhappy. We are fighting in the front, and you are responsible for urging the troops behind?

However, after the official letter, it was soon a personal letter from Emperor Karl Franz to King Ryan. In the letter, the emperor stated that it was helpless to use tough words and urging troops in the official letter. I hope Ryan can understand, even if Emperor Ka is strategizing and scheduling behind Resources have pushed everything to the limit, and the empire's finances have begun to be stretched and unable to support it. The emperor expressed his hope that Ryan can end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise the pressure on the rear will increase. The leader and Ostermark will be devastated.

At the same time, the emperor also hoped that Ryan could at least let Emilia hold the post of co-commander as well, so that he could at least be able to explain to the empire and the human kingdom of the old world, as well as the dwarves and the high elves. In the past, otherwise Motkin's invasion of the Empire would have seemed too useless.

Up to now, the deepest memory of everyone in the old world is the epic victory of the Battle of the Three Kings.

Who commanded? Commanded by the greatest knight of Brittany since Arthur, Ryan Maccardo.

Ryan couldn't help but keep laughing after seeing it. The bitterness was the bitterness of the Emperor. He was really upset and complained for a while, and he couldn't even hold his coffee with laughter.

At this moment, a white-gold light suddenly lit up in the tent, and a beautiful figure appeared from the white light and thick fog.

"I'm here! Ryan!"

"Dear, I'm here, I'm here to see you and the knights, catch me!"

Just as he stretched out his hands, Ryan's face was pressed down by something, which made our knight king gasp for breath.

"Hmm~"