Proof of the Sun King

The next day before dawn, the whole of Wolfenburg was already lively.

The Bretons, especially the serf soldiers, were the first to get up. They took an early rest last night to welcome this moment, when batches of livestock were slaughtered, cauldrons and ovens were set on fire, and people gathered together. Together, we sang and danced (though not very pretty) and sang the epic (albeit badly sung) tales of the glorious, epic adventures of the Knights of the Holy Grail in celebration of one of Brittany's two most important festivals.

The reason why the Day of the Holy Grail came has been introduced in the previous article, so I will not repeat it here, but it is worth mentioning that the two festivals of the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Ladies of the Lake are the official holidays of Brittany. The church stipulates that these two festivals must be closed for at least three days. There is no reason to say that even if the knights are reluctant, they should give the serfs a holiday, and they must also show their "generousness" and "kindness" appropriately. Give them something to eat and let them praise themselves, which is considered piety and respect for the lady.

Now, after undergoing various reforms of Lane, the class barriers of knights and serfs have finally been opened and gradually blurred, but both the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake have been well preserved, and the townspeople have also This holiday is very welcome.

The fragrant jam pies were baked in the oven, and they were baked in slices under the command of the prophets of the lake god. Most of the jam pies were filled with jam made from figs, dates, lemons, pomegranates, apples and pears. For commoners, sugar and honey are uncompromising luxuries, and fruit is the most important sweetener in life.

In addition to the pot of jam pie, there is also meat, including beef, chicken, duck, pork, venison, lamb, hare, wild boar, swan, heron will be put on the table, of course , cheap chicken, duck, rabbit and pork belong to the serf infantry and freedmen infantry of the infantry regiment, while the knights can enjoy higher-level beef and mutton and swans, wild boar, etc., but now in With Ryan's unity, the boundaries of meat consumption have become very blurred, except for venison commoners are not eligible to eat. Today, every Brittanian can get a bowl of fragrant stewed soft and rotten meat with large pieces. The meat broth is added with a 200g-250g roast.

Each soldier can choose whether to get a large glass of Imperial beer or a small glass of wine, and most soldiers choose Imperial beer for granted, which also makes the suppliers of the Empire more than happy, this is a vast market.

"Okay! Very good!" The Duke of Berhemonde and the Duke of Lawn walked together, watching the grand occasion in the camp, the two dukes were very happy: "The Day of the Holy Grail is to be like this, this is a lady's festival!"

"A thousand years ago, we rose to the west of the Grey Mountains. After a thousand years, our Knight Kingdom not only did not stop our pace, but also ushered in a splendid golden age!" Duke Lawn was also very interested, and the kingdom regent looked at the soldiers. Gathering together and waiting to eat and drink, I feel very relieved and proud. Raun feels that as the regent of the kingdom, he has helped a lot for a long time after Ryan ascended the throne. Now that the world is prosperous, the Duke of Raun is naturally I feel like I have some credit for it.

The Duke of Berhemonde walked to the oven and took a closer look at the oven. Immediately, someone who had arranged for him to come up to explain. Watching the jam pies come out, the old duke couldn't help but move his index fingers. Roasted, as for the stews and roasts in those cauldrons, Perhemond wasn't very interested.

After walking around for a while, the sky was already bright, and the Duke of Bethmond and the Duke of Lawne went to the old guard camp. The old guard was also preparing the scene. The leaders of the army were roasting under the guidance of the prophet of the lake god. With maple sugar croissants, gorgeous military uniforms and majestic battles now also have some more joyous atmosphere.

Berhemond and Lawn even saw a military cook with a flat head in the barracks roasting more than a dozen large-headed trout at the same time, with the words "Roasted in Thick Dafa" and "Strongly Fried Trout" written on the back.

Delicious and tender rainbow trout exudes its original aroma under frying.

"Tsk tsk, wait, I want to make a whole one." The Duke of Berhemonde looked at it with relish, and he was almost unable to stop his saliva.

"My Excellency Duke, I heard from His Royal Highness Morgiana that today, on the day of the Holy Grail, the lady will appear, and he will personally award a medal of the highest lady in the lake." Lawn said casually: "I don't know who it will be awarded."

"Do you have no idea who it will be awarded?" Duke Berhemond said indifferently: "Who is the best performer in this Chaos invasion of our Knight Kingdom?"

Lawn couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, everyone knew who he would grant.

However, jealousy is still unstoppable.

The highest Lady of the Lake Medal, with a gold content of 80%, the rest is cast by dwarves using mithril and vibrating gold, and decorated with diamonds, symbolizing the highest level of glory and status in the Knights of Brittany!

And Knight King Ryan also made it clear that medals are not just medals! How could His Majesty Ryan simply use medals to fool the soldiers who fought for the country and exchanged blood and life for glory?

From the highest Ladies of the Lake Medal to the third-class Iris and Bauhinia Medals, they all correspond to additional welfare allowances and special treatment!

Among them, the special treatment of the highest Ladies in the Lake Medal is as follows:

Every year, you can receive a very generous extra allowance from the treasury. The current amount is about 350 gold crowns a year, and if you die for any reason, his family can still enjoy a lot of material benefits and extra life distributed by the Fairy Church in the Lake. The allowance, I started to last until the third generation.

Second, the heroes who have won the highest Ladies in the Lake Medal can freely enter and leave the churches, monasteries, holy places, and chapels of the Ladies in the Lake, and enjoy free food and accommodation, as well as the blessings and magic of the Prophet of the Lake God for free.

Third, reward high-end residences in large castles with an area of ​​at least 300 square meters, equipped with exclusive guards, and free to take all public transportation and passenger ships in terms of transportation.

Fourth, complete medical insurance, all expenses for medical treatment are reimbursed by the royal court.

Fifth, important national festivals can be received and rewarded by the witch of the lake god, the king of knights, and even the deity of the fairy in the lake. You can visit any large-scale events in the kingdom and get seats at will.

Sixth, when the recipient is punished for serious reasons, the highest Lady of the Lake Medal can only be deprived by the deity of the Fairy of the Lake.

"Britannia will never let its heroes shed blood and tears."

——Ryan Machado, King of Knights

This supreme treatment is already comparable to the supreme treatment of the twelve Holy Grail Knight families in the first generation.

This made Berhemond and Lawn have mixed tastes after hearing it. Isn't this the new honorable man?

Ryan's hand stretched out longer and longer, and it had already reached into the core of these old nobles.

But what can they do? This is what the ladies mean! Do they, the descendants of the founding fathers and nobles, have the ability to oppose it?

Fortunately, according to the regulations, in addition to the first article, the special treatment will continue until I die. It is not a hereditary iron medal, and everyone can still accept it. The war for the country is a major contribution, and not everyone can get it. The fairy in the lake was alerted to come out and award the honor in person.

It's just that no one thought that the bandit from the Bergerac Thieves Group in the Sharon Forest would actually have such a day!

The knight kingdom camp was in full swing. On the imperial camp side, Elector Boris, Elector Wamir, Marshal Rick Helberg and others were also a little disturbed by this battle. Several people noticed that in addition to In addition to preparing for their own people, the porridge shed is also continuing. Fifty large buckets are gradually being filled with hot porridge, bags of barley and rye are poured into the cauldron, and a small amount of vegetables and leaves. Pork chops, the Bretons feel the virtue and strength brought to them by the nymphs of the lake, and also invite their Imperial brothers to enjoy the Holy Grail Day.

And the way to enjoy is to cook porridge.

"This is a good deed." Elector Boris was very emotional about such a lively scene, Elector White Wolf said to Elector Wamir and Marshal Rick Heilberg: "No matter what, it is a good thing that Ryan is willing to give porridge. , at least the refugees can eat a full meal."

"A good deed is a good deed, ahem... It's just too little, how many people can fifty buckets feed?" Elector Wamil has yet to recover from the destruction of his territory and the tragic death of his beloved son Oleg von Zhukov After slowing down, his originally rich and plump cheeks are now deeply sunken, but the days are still to come, the Elector reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and held his rune fangs: "Obviously our world-renowned ally has a limited degree of generosity. what."

"That's right, how many people can eat 50 buckets of pork offal porridge?" Marshal Rick Heilberg was still very upset. The old marshal looked at the hot porridge shed with an unpleasant look on his face that didn't seem easy. The entanglement is very: "We assume that a bucket of porridge of 30 kilograms can give alms to 240 people at most, then 50 buckets of porridge is enough for 12,000 people, which is too stingy, there are 380,000 refugees in Wolfenburg. Your Excellency Boris, you are familiar with Ryan, you go and tell him, add another fifty barrels."

"Are you out of food? Heilberg?" Boris's remaining one-eyed glared at Marshal Rick, he thought to himself that this old dog under the puppy's command of Karl Franz was really good at fighting. He has the ability to mess up anything: "It's not Ryan's intention to cook porridge, it's probably what Morgianna, the witch of the lake god, meant, Heilberg, if you're so dissatisfied, you should talk to His Royal Highness Morgiana. "

Marshal Derek frowned. According to the information from the Empire, Helberger knew that Morgiana, the witch of the lake god, was a moody, bizarre and difficult-to-contact high-level high-level wizard of the Sanctuary. The spokesperson of the fairy in the mortal world, it seems that other than Ryan and Suria, it is really difficult for others to communicate with her, not to mention that Heilberg has been Marshal Rick for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to obeying the emperor's orders. And the reprimands and orders of the Rick Guards and the Imperial Army.

How do I communicate with that goddess? Heilberg struggled for a while, but finally gave up.

"Why hasn't Lady Emmanori arrived yet? Maybe we should find her." Marshal Rick could only say helplessly: "That old guy Erstein doesn't care about this, he said he was only in charge of Nur. Army thing."

"The Nur Iron Armored Army and the Blackstone Guards can all dine with the Knight Army!" Elector Wamir was even more upset: "Hey, our Lady of Honor is so proud!"

"Ryan is out!" Elector Boris pointed to the distance, Knight King Ryan Macado and Lake God Witch Morgiana appeared together, and they slowly walked up the tower.

Ryan was fully armed, and the beard on the King of Knights' face had been shaved clean, as if he had returned to the way he used to be in Nord when he was in his twenties. At this time, Ryan looked complacent. As soon as he appeared, cloth The Litanians immediately shouted long live.

"Longlive to the King!"

"Longlive to the Fay Enchantress!"

Ryan nodded with a smile and waved his hand. He looked at the 30,000 people in front of him salute him and cheered, thinking that this is the temptation of power, this is the best coat for men, and once they enjoy it, many people can't control it. live by yourself.

Don't forget your original intention!

Mo Gianna's face was radiant with water, her blue eyes looked at Ryan, and a strong affection flashed. The witch of the lake **** did not speak, but motioned for Ryan to speak first.

"The lions marched to Wolfen, the horses galloped to Oster, the scenery of the north, the day of the Holy Grail, I, Ryan Malcador, are here to congratulate all of you in Brittany and our brethren of the Empire and dwarves, the Holy Grail. Happy day!" Ryan said to everyone with a smile, his voice was psionic, and the entire Wolfenburg was clearly visible.

The King of Knights then gave a simple speech, the content of which was no different from most of the regular holiday speeches, so I won't mention it here. In the end, Ryan said that everyone should eat and drink first, and at noon, the lady will appear in person and present the highest award. The Fairy of the Lake Medal.

After speaking, Ryan took his King's Gold Cup himself: "Today, let us serve those who protect the old world, let us shed blood for those who guard the order, and let us serve all the martyrs who have died for victory over the past three thousand years. ,pay tribute!"

"Salute!" Thirty thousand people raised their cups at the same time.

The grand holiday celebration was held here.

Cheers staggered and cheered, and the Britannians reveled in another glorious victory.

"Oh! A post-war banquet, you should drink as much wine as you shed blood!" Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist was proud that he had received an invitation from the Brittany King of Knights, and he and In the end, the remaining dozen or so dwarf butchers sat together, sitting on the raised small table and bench specially prepared by Ryan, picked up the wine glass, and drank it: "It just doesn't taste very good, pointy ears, don't think about coming. A hair?"

Alaros and his team in grey were placed on the big table next to the butcher king. The wood elf hero didn't want to participate, but Ryan invited him warmly. Alaros himself is a good-looking guy, so he finally agreed to come. , and said that I would return to Athel Loren when the banquet was over.

Hearing the Butcher King's words, the wood elf hero immediately became excited: "Dwarf, are you going to have a drink with me?"

"Suffocating in one breath, you have a cup, I have a cup, whoever falls will lose!"

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

Elves and dwarves began to fight wine.

A porridge shed was opened outside the banquet site, and under the guards of the Holy Grail Knights and the old guards, the porridge began to be served. The refugees had already lined up in long queues. Most of them held a bowl and looked at them expectantly. Throwing it into the big wooden barrel, Morgiana ordered a first come, first served, and the fifty barrels of porridge were gone.

In the steaming heat, Raymond, the battalion commander of the Longhalberd Battalion of the Old Guards, personally took a large spoon and stirred it in the large bucket. He was so hot that he took off his bearskin hat. Refugees came up one by one, mostly old people and women. And children, young and middle-aged people are blocked, they must work to be able to get relief.

An old man in tattered sackcloth came tremblingly with a bowl with two holes missing. Raymond gave him a big bowl. The old man was obviously half hungry and half full for a long time. He smelled pig offal. The smell of the porridge couldn't help but swallowed saliva, and bowed and left with great gratitude.

Raymond couldn't help feeling sad when he saw this scene. He used to be the same. He escaped from Leonasse with his old mother and younger brother and embarked on the road of escape.

But our Sir Raymond Mountbatten apparently didn't have much time to think, and soon several old men and children came up with bowls, and each was given a large iron spoon of hot porridge.

Then, another woman came up with a child, and Raymond scooped up a large spoonful of porridge from the vat without hesitation, but the next scene made the battle-hardened old guard widen his eyes.

The woman folded her hands, trying to pick up the porridge with her hands.

"Ma'am, where's your bowl?" Raymond asked in shock.

The woman just shook her head, she lowered her head and let her blonde hair cover her face, while the child behind her gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes and looked timidly at Raymond in full military uniform.

That look was exactly the same as when Raymond and Thomas were looking at Lord Knight behind their old mother.

"Jock~www.wuxiaspot.com~Bring my bowl over to this lady!"

"Yes!"

The woman got a brand new porcelain bowl, she got a bowl full of porridge, and after expressing her gratitude, she left with her child.

She didn't want to eat on the spot, she walked and walked with the child, found a quiet place, pulled the child to sit down, held the bowl in her hand, and blew the heat vigorously, wanting to make the porridge cool down quickly, the child His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to blow along with him.

Before she could cool down the porridge, she was surrounded by two men, rascals.

"What a fragrant porridge, what a beautiful bowl, this lady, you can't work anyway, so it's a waste to give you porridge."

"And this bowl is so beautiful! It's mine!"

This group of hooligans is organized, and these people dare not go to the porridge shed to grab porridge, because the army is maintaining order there, but they dare to **** these old and weak women and children.

"Ah!" The bowl was taken away, the child was pushed to the ground, crying, and the woman struggled: "No! Please, I can not eat it, at least you can save some for the child!"

"He can eat your milk, ma'am!" The local ruffian laughed. He picked up the bowl and blew, and the two of them drank the bowl of porridge.

Then they dropped the mother and son, ready to **** the porridge of one of the beneficiaries.

Today, Grandpa is going to drink porridge and drink all you can!

"The porridge is shed, and your blood must be shed today!" Just as he turned around, before he could react, the two ruffians were kicked to the ground, and the kick broke their ribs.

"Lion's pig, miscellaneous, porridge, is it delicious?" The furious face of Leman Russ, the primarch of the space wolf gene, appeared in front of them. Ruth was obviously extremely angry, and he gently pulled out the Dionysian Spear: "Beast!"

"Ahhhh!"