Rise In Calradia

The sun had already set, but the light of candles was still burning in many of the rooms in Fort Amira. The Byrons had already slept with their children, and his adopted son, Viscount Allen, the de jure successor of Fort Garmisch, was also asleep in the next room. Most of the servants or in the rooms that could still be used in the castle, Or rest in a makeshift camp in the castle clearing. The only people who were still working at this time were the officials who were busy during the day, the clerk, and the one with the highest status in Fort Amira other than the Byrons.

"Lord Baron, are you resting?"

There were light knocks and greetings from the door, and Fatis, who was wearing a blanket and checking documents by candlelight, also raised his head: "No, Johnny, it's still early, does the Count have any orders? "

"No, my lord, Lord Byron has fallen asleep, and it is Master James who is here to visit." Johnny's voice became louder, but he was obviously still careful, for fear of disturbing the others in the castle.

"Ah, James, my friend, let him in, the door is unlocked."

When Fatis heard his friend's visit, he stood up very happy. He put the blanket aside and got up to welcome him. Johnny also opened the door very politely, and next to him was James, who was dressed simply but cleanly. He smiled and bowed to Fatis, while Fatis walked over and gave him a smile. Hugs, patted him on the shoulder, and welcomed him with the manners of a friend, not a noble, facing a commoner.

"Is there anything to eat in the kitchen?"

"If I remember correctly, the cook still has half a chicken and some stewed chickpeas."

"Then please go and get them all. I still have some good red wine. I understand our hard-working and good doctor. He must have not eaten for a long time now."

Fatis laughed, while James nodded embarrassedly.

"Let's go now, my lord." Johnny nodded and went to the kitchen immediately. As Byron's squire and half-steward, he had adapted to life at Fort Amira, even after the earthquake disaster. He is very aware of the status of these people around Byron, and he is more aware of what attitude he should maintain.

"Please sit down, old friend, I always feel at ease with you here, and my faith is firm. How are you doing? I haven't seen you for at least two weeks?" Fattis asked James to sit down. , and handed him a glass of good quality red wine.

"Faith still needs to be pursued by myself. There is not much I can do. But you are right, we have not seen each other for a while. Lord Byron is right. After the earthquake, the disease began to spread in the villages in the south. We have not seen each other for a while. It took all the plague doctors to prevent the plague from breaking out." James said, leaning back in his chair, he was very tired from work and travel.

"Yes, I know this. After all, I was by my side when the doctor was called. In order to prevent the spread of the plague, we have spent thousands of dinars." Fatis nodded and immediately recalled.

"But it's worth it no matter how much you spend, otherwise the consequences will not be solved by the dinar." James said here, his brows suddenly wrinkled, he was silent for a while, then raised his head and sighed: "But it's only just Here, apart from Earl Byron, I don't think there are many people who would be willing to pay such a high price to save those poor people."

The wine glass that Fattis brought to his mouth suddenly stopped, and his fingers trembled. He put down the glass and shook his head solemnly: "There won't be, trust me, old friend. Among the noble noble lords I know, even the kindest among them cannot do this. Divisions and wars have destroyed past prosperity, the descendants of the righteous have become villains, noble lords have become no different from hooligans, they will mercilessly isolate themselves from their families, and rely on the safety of the soldiers' families to keep the army safe Drive away every patient who dares to approach. Even the lord who is the best to the poor cannot give up the need to maintain his noble life, nor can he force the rich and squires to do more. In the end, there is no plague. If it can be effectively controlled, the poor and livestock die in groups, and only those who collect the corpses and dig the graves are happy.”

What Fatis said was his personal experience. He was born in a knight family and followed his father to the castles of many nobles. He also knew all the scandals of the powerful and powerful in the king's court. He maintains basic respect for commoners, and sympathizes with those poor people. He also had many beautiful ideals, but as he grew up, he only felt that his abilities were really limited and could not change anything. He had given up on himself, drank too much into the circle he hated the most, and ended up arguing with his biological brother. Every time he thought about it, he was very emotional.

Meeting Byron and James was a huge change in his life. The former broadened his horizons and allowed him to witness with his own eyes what kind of life the people on this continent were living on during his journey as a mercenary. How bad is the torn continent. The latter, let him get out of the haze in his heart, face his past, return to the family, and have enough courage to go to the future.

"I must agree with this point. Our earl is very willing to fund academics and treat commoners. This is unmatched by all other nobles."

James agreed, and raised his glass in a rare toast to Fatis.

The two looked at each other and smiled, throwing away the haze in their hearts, and drank the red wine in the glass together.

At this time, the knock on the door rang again.

"Lord Baron, I brought what you asked for."

Just as James was about to stand up, Fatis gestured for him to sit down, got up to open the door himself, and took a plate full of food.

"Go back and rest, Johnny." After speaking, Johnny saluted and left, while Fatis waited until he was gone before slowly closing the door.

Then the two sat down again, ripped off the roast chicken, dipped it in almond butter, mixed it with hummus, and ate it with bread.

"Think about it, James, my friend, if one day this continent can be unified, how wonderful it would be." After eating and drinking for a while, the two of them both started to talk about their hearts.

"Without the war, everything will be fine, and we'll be back to that prosperous era, won't we?"

"Not all, my friend." Fatis shook his head gently: "Now it seems that this world is much bigger than we thought, and even Calradia was far wider than we thought in the past. War is very It will be difficult to disappear, and the battle will still exist, but at least the people of Calradia can live better than they are now. At least, the war that destroys cities and burns villages will become rumors on the far front, rather than tomorrow morning. tragedy."

"Yeah, but none of the current kings have the ability to do this, I'm sure." James leaned forward: "They only care about the land and wealth in front of them, they only have ambition, but they are powerless. To achieve it. And even if it is achieved, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is probably not better than it is now. If the Swadians win, the steppe people and the Nord descendants will have to be oppressed, and the civil war between the nobles will be like a meal Just as often, endless strife will replace today's wars. The steppe people win, and it may take a century for the broken cities and deserted villages to be rebuilt. If the northerners unite Calradia...the people of the south live only It will be more bitter, the landed lose their land, the rich become beggars, and eventually they will all become serfs and give everything to add a few new coats to the gentlemen. As for the Rhodoks and the Sarandes...they don't The ability to unify the continent, the sultans have the strength, but the foreign enemies they face are far more than the continents. What we need is a new king who can bring hope to the whole of Calradia.”

"Yes, but unfortunately, such a monarch has not been seen in two hundred years." After Fatis said this, he suddenly laughed: "But in the future, perhaps we will have such a monarch who is worthy of our life. King. He will lead us to an end in this troubled time and give hope to those who are suffering."

Suddenly, the two suddenly laughed, they patted their thighs and laughed very happily. Tears were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and the food he didn't swallow fell out of his mouth.

"Worship Byron!"

In the end, the two raised their glasses together and tacitly said the same sentence.