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It was September in the Culona Palace. It was not that hot anymore.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's time to get up. Breakfast is ready."
On the big bed in the master bedroom of the palace, Leon was gently awakened from his daze. It was obvious that someone was trying to wake him up. However, the Knight King was still in a daze. He reached out and touched the left side of his body.
'Hmm, it's big, plump, and firm to the touch. Coupled with the fragrance of irises, it should be Sulia,' Clayon thought in a daze.
What about the right side? Well, the scent of roses and this feeling … It must be my pillow.
Then Laing turned over and hugged Olica, trying to go back to sleep.
"Your Majesty, my lady, it's time to get up!" However, the voice sounded a bit angry when Laing did not get up. "Breakfast is ready. According to the rules, the king and the queen must get up. If you want to rest, you can still rest in the afternoon."
At this moment, Sulia, who was sleeping on Leon's left, also opened her eyes. The Knight Queen yawned and fell into a daze for a while. Then, she got up under Sylvia's urging. Sulia was already used to this kind of relatively timely life. The female knight wanted to turn over and get up, but she found that her legs were sore and powerless. She could only secretly complain with a bright red face that Leon only knew how to bully her. He even let Olica join in when she was powerless to resist.
She had been away from Clayon for too long, and her feelings were too strong. She could not stand Clayon's bullying, and in her muddle-headedness, she had actually forgotten to object. She would definitely not do this next time. Time belonged to her, and it belonged to her alone.
At most, he would share it with a lady.
At this thought, Sulia suddenly recalled what happened last night. She shifted her gaze to Head Maid Sylvia, who was standing by the bed. Sylvia was dressed in a full set of black-and-white maid attire. However, the maid attire, which was identical to Olica's, didn't give off the mysterious, mysterious, and seductive vibe of the dark elves. Instead, she appeared very solemn, dignified, and heroic.
Suria vaguely remembered that Sylvia was dragged into the battle by Olica last night. "Sylvia, what time is it now?"
"It's eight o'clock in the morning, madam." Sylvia's face was abnormally red. The head maid forced herself to remain serious. "Even if you're back from an expedition, you should've woken up."
"Yes, dear, it's time to get up." Suria got up with the help of the head maid. She then joined the group of people who urged Laing to get up.
Leon had no choice but to get out of bed. The Knight King flipped over and stared blankly for a while before entering the bathroom to wash up under Sylvia's signal.
His waist was a little sore, and his legs were a little weak. Knight King thought Suria's riding skills were maxed out. He let Laing see how powerful she was. The gray knight geno prototype felt its bones go soft.
Madam was the best!
"Your Majesty." Just as Laing was wearing a loose pajama robe and brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, Head Maid Sylvia came in. Her face was abnormally red, but she still said seriously, "Your Majesty …"
"Just call me Laing. I like it when you call me that, Sylvia." Laing looked at Sylvia in the mirror. She looked very handsome. She was wearing the same black and white maid outfit as Olica. It made Laing want to tease and bully her.
"Laing … I know you are tired after your expedition, but this is the palace. It is not like other places. You have a lot of things to do, and many people are watching." Sylvia stood in front of him with her hands. The head maid was in her thirties, but she was a legendary elite. She also had Laing's tattoos. So, she still looked like a girl in her twenties. Her skirt was different from Olica's. Sylvia's maid skirt was a few centimeters above her knees. Under the skirt were beautiful legs wrapped in brown translucent stockings and a pair of brown leather shoes.
"Have you arranged my schedule for me?" Laing smiled bitterly.
"After breakfast, you have to meet my father, Vincent, in the morning. He will report to you the expected harvest and the agricultural development this year," Sylvia said solemnly. Sylvia said with a straight face, "That's something that has to be done. Then, there's the latest budget report from Mr. Urban, the second chief engineer of Mu Xilon. After that, there's the usual meeting with the locals of Culona. There's also the afternoon tea party and the usual court meeting. There's also a celebration party in the evening.
"Okay." Laing was still looking at the mirror. He nodded and asked casually, "Do I have to be so busy every day?"
"Not really." After a brief daze, Sylvia said, "My lady, you mean … you have to finish the follow-up of the expedition in the next few days. Then, you will be free."
"There will always be endless work and endless internal affairs to deal with." Clayon washed up and expressed his understanding.
After washing up, Laing changed into the king's suit, and Suria also changed into her favorite outfit. She wore a white military shirt and a blue pleated skirt to welcome Laing yesterday. She also put on black, translucent lace tights and blue stilettos. The king and the queen had a simple breakfast and went to the study together to deal with the internal affairs. Olika stood behind Laing, and Sylvia stood behind Suria.
"When you're not here, Laing." Suria looked at her husband who was sitting upright not far away from her and said with a smile, "In the past half a year, I've changed basically everyone in the palace. Now, the palace is full of our people. You don't have to worry about being controlled anymore."
"You didn't run into any trouble?" Laing took a document, and the Knight King began to flip through it. It was a post-war report about the sentencing standards for crimes committed by the army. It was signed by Candreva, the chief judge of the Brittany Kingdom. This judge was known in the old world for being ruthless and never playing favoritism. However, he had two problems. The first was that the overall sentence was too heavy, whether it was for serfs or nobles. The second was that he especially liked to drink the fruit wine of the wood elves. If someone could help him get the fruit wine of the wood elves, he would allow a large sum of money to be paid for a lighter sentence or to be exonerated.
This was not contradictory to being impartial. Generally speaking, as long as the crime was not treason, blasphemy, or related to Chaos or the undead, any crime could be reduced or exonerated by paying a ransom. This was the case for the Empire, the Brittany, and the dwarves. Only the elves were different.
"We didn't run into too much trouble." Suria said gently, "With the support of you and the lady, it was relatively easy to solve the problem. Many of the rules in the palace are actually established by convention, but you are different. You are different from the other Knight King. You don't need these rules to prove yourself."
The couple began to deal with the internal affairs together. When they ran into problems, they directly discussed how to solve them. Occasionally, when there was a difference of opinion, Suria would often make concessions, but Laing would also reconsider his own ideas.
Olica sat next to Laing without saying a word. Her amber eyes simply looked at her master affectionately. The dark elf poured tea for Laing and helped him organize the documents.
Sylvia was also very happy to see this scene. Looking at the lady and the lady's husband who were seriously dealing with the internal affairs, the head maid immediately felt that the cold palace had begun to recover, as if they had found a backbone. In fact, Sylvia was very happy that Laing had returned victorious after completing the great expedition, but she just could not express it.
Laing looked at the internal affairs in front of him. The king could not help but sigh.
Of course, he could not be so tired. Now that his bureaucratic system had been established, he could very well throw everything to the bureaucrats while he lived a comfortable and licentious life in the palace. First, he would pay the taxes that he owed to Suria and Olica. Then, he would organize some activities and parties that he liked.
However, Laing knew that if he did that, he would soon become lazy. He would be used to throwing everything to the bureaucrats, and the king would become lazier and lazier. After the bureaucrats gained more and more power, they would naturally start to have other ideas and start to form so-called "routines" and "unspoken rules". That was why the bureaucrats were born to pursue "stability". Only stability could allow them to deceive their superiors and deceive their subordinates. Only stability could allow them to play tricks and open backdoors for themselves.
Therefore, Laing had to make sure that he checked many things in person and checked them from time to time.
In this regard, Emperor Karl-franz, Boris Todbringer, and Emilia were all experts, but they could not stop the bureaucratic group from gradually decaying, becoming more and more complicated and inefficient.
Then, did Laing have a solution? In fact, Laing did not have a very effective solution. Countless people in history had discussed countless ways to reform from top to bottom and solve the problem once and for all, but in fact, they were all nonsense.
However, Laing cheated.
There were gods in this world, and the Goddess of the Lake presided over the church. The church supervised by the Goddess almost put an end to any corruption. Then, through the church, she supervised the bureaucrats, making the new Brittany bureaucrats very efficient.
This was cheating, and the Empire could not learn it.
After dealing with some internal affairs, Sylvia's father, Vincent, came. After returning to Brittany, Vincent recuperated for a period of time. Coupled with the fact that he was put in an important position, he gradually recovered his spirit. Now, he came to report something.
In the past few years, Brittany had become the largest and most important agricultural exporter in the entire Old World, especially after the invasion of Chaos. This year, the entire Brittany's grain output had accounted for more than 60% of the Old World's grain output. The output of wheat, barley, corn, and fruits was the highest in the human countries. The animal husbandry and horticulture industry were developed, and the output of cattle, sheep, chicken, duck, and goose accounted for 50% of the Old World's total output. In terms of wine, Brittany had a complete monopoly. 80% of human wine was grown, brewed, and bottled in Brittany.
This was good news, and Laing nodded with a smile.
Brittany's agricultural development had its natural geographical advantages. The climate was warm and humid, and the land was rich. There were several large rivers crossing the border, and there were canals that were continuously dug. In addition to the introduction of the dwarves' waterwheel and irrigation system, the development of agriculture was not a problem. When the elves were still in the Empire, their main colony was here.
The development of industry required the support of a sufficiently strong agricultural system. A good agricultural development gave Laing enough confidence.
"Your Majesty, I think there's something to worry about. The Empire has signed a trade alliance with us, but the southern countries, especially Estalia and Tyrell, are very likely to …" Vincent expressed his concern.
"No, Estalia and Tyrell have never had a unified government." Laing shook his head. Knight King said nonchalantly, "They will never unite."
"What if they unite?" Vincent was still a little worried.
"Wow, it would be a good thing if they unite." Laing sneered. "Then it means that the southern countries have a common leader who can sign a surrender agreement with us. That's a good thing!"
Vincent then realized that the man in front of him was the legendary Knight King, Laing Macado, who illuminated the world like the sun!
"Sorry, Your Majesty, it's me …" Vincent immediately apologized. Laing, however, extended his hand and said, "It's okay. Let me ask you something, Vincent. When you were in Auster, you must have been in contact with those stubborn and prideful dwarves, right?"
"Ah, yes. Interacting with them requires a lot of patience. At the same time, it requires a lot of experience to understand their taboos and what they care about." Vincent quickly nodded. "Auster's cultural level is very low. Sir Valmier often arranged for me to receive the dwarven messengers."
"Then I have a mission for you here. Those Northka dwarves are going to the south to see the brewery left behind by King Belegar of Eight Peaks. You'll be in charge of this." Laing nodded. "Don't make them angry, but don't flatter them too much."
"Understood." Vincent glanced at his daughter, Sylvia, who was standing behind Sulia. Seeing that Sylvia's face was rosy and glowing, and that she was in a very good mood and was even smiling at him, he thought to himself that his daughter must have been doted on. Relieved, he retreated.
Olica noticed this. The dark elf licked her lips and said meaningfully, "It seems that he's a father who cares about his daughter. He's relieved to see that his daughter is favored. Master, Ms. Sylvia is also your court minister. Don't leave her behind!"
"Olica!" Sylvia's face was flushed red with embarrassment, especially when she saw Sulia covering her mouth and giggling. The head maid couldn't accept this at all. She quickly walked over, intending to question the dark elves about their intentions.
But how could a mere head maid be a match for Olica? The dark elf flashed past Silvia like a dancing butterfly and poked Silvia's waist with her index finger. "You think you're a match for me?" Olica asked. A weakling who can't even bear the master's favor? "
"Ugh!" Sylvia immediately felt that her legs were weak, and her whole body was sore and numb. She fell on one knee and could not get up again. The head maid's hands were immediately pinned behind her back by Olica. She could only struggle angrily. "That's … That's too despicable!"
Laing pretended that he did not see anything and continued to deal with the internal affairs.
Suria watched this with a smile and did not stop it. They were all on the same side, and the meat was in the pot. Then, she said to Laing, "Right, Laing, look, Bertrand sent a report. He said that he hopes that a rule can be set, which is that women under the age of forty are forbidden to enter the Old Guard's camp as cooks."
"Pu." Laing could not help but laugh. Knight King took the document from Suria and shook his head helplessly. "There are about five hundred to six hundred unmarried Old Guard men, but at least 100000 to 200000 women in Brittany want to marry them. Bertrand did the right thing."
"Oh, and Laing, here's another piece of news." Suria then took out a document. "This is jointly sent by two brothers, Fulgen and Julius. They said that there should be a few Eldar messengers visiting you in the near future to ask you for advice on how to deal with the legendary perverted demon, Shalasi Demonscourge. Their name seems to be … the Army of Death?"
"Army of Death?" Laing narrowed his eyes. He thought for a moment and nodded. "I see."
"Oh, right, there's another piece of news. Your brother, Rimanrus, came to us last month." Suria continued with the third piece of news. "He and Angeron had a fight in the wilderness of Bordero. Both of them were covered in blood and bruises, but in the end, Angeron won. He lifted Angeron and threw him directly into the sea."
"Ha." Laing could not help but show a happy expression.
"Serves him right!"
"Why didn't Angeron smash his wolf head and teach his son, Vassily, a lesson?"
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