The position of the Third Marshal gave Bodrick many considerations. Firstly, Bodrick was the only Navy Marshal in Brittany and was especially good at leading the navy. The second-ranked Navy Marshal was his son, Fedmond. In addition, although the Poseidon Fleet had announced that it was under the command of the Knight King, Laing, the Poseidon Fleet still had an overwhelming number of Poseidon Knights and sailors in the Poseidon Fleet. Therefore, just this point alone was worthy of the title of Marshal.
Similarly, Bodrick's Poseidon Duchy was the first duchy in Brittany to start commercializing, industrializing, and urbanizing. Due to its geographical environment, excellent deep-water port, naval base, and many free people, Bodrick also joined Laing's camp very early on. It could be said that in terms of support for Laing, he was second only to François. Although the old Duke was busy dealing with the problem of succession and raising his son later on, the Poseidon Fleet also played a very important role.
Therefore, Suria, the Lady of the Lake, and Morgiana's original opinion was that Bodrick should be ranked fifth or fourth, but Laing thought that he should be ranked third.
Now that there were already three Marshals, who was the fourth Marshal?
Laing continued to read, "Lauen Leo Cornwall!"
The Fourth Marshal was Lauen Leo Cornwall, who was far away in Örengrád!
Everyone held their breaths, and many people asked questions in confusion. Laing saw this and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The appointment of Lauen was also based on political considerations. The two sides were once in a relationship of competing for the throne. After Lauen failed, he chose to give up and both sides compromised. However, in reality, if Lauen didn't take the initiative to stay in Örengrád and give up his governance, he wouldn't be the fourth Marshal. Since he did so, the position of the Fourth Marshal had to be given to him.
Lauen's Marshal's Scepter Medal uniform was received by his deputy, the Knight of the Holy Grail de Rionez, and would be personally sent to Örengrád soon.
"Carad de Garamente!"
The Fifth Marshal was Karad from the Bastogne Duchy!
This time, there was no doubt that Kalad had won the applause and cheers of the audience. Kalad, who was in his fifties this year and in his prime, had just been awarded the Highest Lady Medal and the title of Marquis. He was a little embarrassed when he came to the stage. He first bowed deeply and reached out his hands to take the large silver plate from the Lake Fairy. Then, he bowed again to everyone in the palace hall.
Kalad's life was full of hardships. He lost his mother and sister when he was young. His father was poisoned by his fiancée when he was just growing up. His half-brother became a vampire. After much difficulty, he welcomed the return of his mentor, friend, and father, as well as his sister, Annala, who had completed the training of the Lake God's prophet. In the end, Yunus died in battle in Lyonnesse, and Annala committed suicide for love. Kalad personally killed his brother, Berlites, who had become a vampire.
However, Kalad had never surrendered to fate. He had won the admiration of almost everyone with his performance. There was no need to talk about his glorious deeds. Even the elves and lizardmen in the new world knew his name.
"May you live up to the title of Marshal, Minister Kalad." Laing nodded at Kalad with a smile.
In fact, the Knight King ranked Kalad sixth during the private discussion. The reason was very simple. After all, Kalad was not completely loyal to Laing. Compared to the Holy Grail under Laing, he was more like the Holy Grail under the Lake Fairy. Moreover, Kalad also had his own problems. This famous Holy Grail of the Sanctum was a classic example of a person who was better than a general, and a general was better than an army. He had always been a follower. The only time he led an army by himself was when he defended Shantiron and rescued Örengrád. However, the entire military plan was formulated by Meretskov and Rokossovsky. Therefore, it was still a test of time whether Kalad could truly hold his own.
However, Suria, Morgiana, and the Lake Fairy all expressed that it was best for Kalad to be ranked fifth. In the end, Laing also agreed.
"Bertrand de Nottingham!"
Bertrand, the leader of the Bertrand Bandits in the Chalon Forest, was now the Chosen One of Tarr, the Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guard, the Baron of Nottingham, and the recipient of the highest medal of the Lady of the Lake, Bertrand, came forward to receive the award. The Sixth Marshal was truly loyal to Laing, so his ranking was a little low. However, Bertrand was very satisfied.
Bertrand had proven many times that he had the ability to hold his own. During the Battle of the Swamp of Pain, Laing's main force was still at the back, but Bertrand had defeated the main force of the Orcs and killed the supreme Orc King. He was proud of his bravery and was absolutely loyal to Laing. Bertrand deserved the title of Marshal.
"Konstantin Konstantinovic- Rokossovsky!"
As a descendant of Ugor, Mrs. Kiesler, and Marshal Kislöw, Rokossovsky was the first general in the history of the Old World to be the Marshal of two countries at the same time. As the Commander-in-Chief of Laing's newly formed First Guards Pike Cavalry Legion, Rokossovsky had a very glorious military record and history. More importantly, he had demonstrated his strong leadership ability, firm will, and excellent strategic and tactical ability in a series of previous wars.
However, Rokossovsky had his own weakness. Most of the time, his attacks were too fierce and risky. His battle plans were always gambling. It was a test of the ability of the army to execute and the king's trust in him.
Luo Shuai went on stage to receive the Marshal's medal, Marshal's robe, and Marshal's Scepter. He bowed to Laing and then to the Lady of the Lake. Luo Shuai didn't know whether to laugh or cry at being awarded the title of Marshal in another country. However, when he thought of the current situation of Kislöw and the fate of his former colleagues, Luo Shuai knew how lucky he was. Therefore, he accepted the title of Marshal.
"Roland Marshall!"
The Eighth Marshal was Roland Marshall. This former Marshal of the Brittany Border Army was a big question mark whether he was loyal to Laing or not. Laing still listed him as one of the ten Marshals to appease the old knights and nobles. It was also a recognition of Marshal Roland's seniority in guarding the border for decades. However, it was obvious that this was the end. Laing wouldn't put Roland in an important position, and Roland, who had pledged his loyalty to Richard and Laing, wouldn't suddenly change his allegiance. It was acceptable for both sides to maintain this relationship.
"Lucian!"
The Ninth Marshal was Lucian. The reason why he was chosen as the Marshal had already been explained before, so it wouldn't be repeated here.
"Davu!"
The last Marshal was actually Nicolás Davu!
This decision made everyone's glasses shatter.
How many years had Davu been in the army? He was already a Marshal?
？？？？
Many people sitting below looked unhappy, and the applause was also sparse.
Davu hesitated as he walked up the stage. His footsteps were hesitant, as if he knew that it would be difficult for him to convince the crowd.
"Opportunities are always given to those who are prepared. Davu, do you know why I chose you?" At this moment, the Goddess of the Lake personally spoke. The Goddess gestured for Davu to come up the stage. She smiled and said, "What I saw was your courage and courage. You are still young, Davu. This is the biggest reason I chose you."
"I may not be able to bear such a heavy responsibility, my lady." The Deputy Marshal of the Old Guard lowered his head in shame. "This is too heavy for me. I think it should be given to someone more outstanding and valuable …"
"Aren't you someone more outstanding and valuable yourself?" The Goddess of the Lake gestured for Davu to come closer. To encourage him, the Goddess personally reached out and patted Davu's shoulder. "Accept it. If you think it's not enough, then prove to everyone that you are worthy of such glory and responsibility."
"Accept it, Davu. You are worthy," Laing said with a smile.
"Yes!" Davu didn't hesitate anymore. He knelt on one knee and accepted everything.
The ceremony to confer the titles of the Ten Marshals was completed. The ten most prominent marshals in Brittany stood in front of everyone, receiving the cheers and applause of the crowd. There was still a banquet and ceremony to follow.
However, at the scene, when the Ten Marshals were all revealed, a distinguished guest had already lifted his feet and secretly left the banquet hall through the back door.
This distinguished guest's registered name was Robert von Kellermann. His registered identity was the famous Wolf Emperor, the famous deputy of Emperor Mandred who saved the entire Empire from the Skaven War and the Black Death. He was also the descendant of Count Robert von Kellermann who formulated the 'Empire Drill Code' that was still in use today. He also had the same name as his ancestor.
Logically speaking, this esteemed guest should have been dead for more than a thousand years, but today, he appeared in such a grand manner at the conferring ceremony. Furthermore, no one in the entire banquet had noticed his existence. This was a very strange thing.
"Not bad." In the face of Laing's conferment, the guest gave the following evaluation coldly. "Not as good as Luo Baote, Davu eighth, and Bertrand fifth."
"… Go see Sun Tzu."
… I should go see Sun Tzu's section dividing line …
Laing had just finished dealing with the aftermath of the conferment of the Ten Marshals and finally returned to his duke's castle to prepare for winter.
Early November, Central Brittany, Count Glamorgan's territory, Baron Jean's territory, and one of Laing's earliest territories. North of Redfish Village, the first snow of the year 2515 of the Empire's calendar slowly fell from the sky. Above the sea of trees and snowy plains, a huge figure in golden armor was pulling a relatively short and lively figure as they strolled through the world of ice and snow.
Behind this figure were four Imperial Guardsmen who followed step by step. They were about four to five meters away from each other, and each of the Imperial Guardsmen couldn't help but reveal a joyful expression on their faces.
Similarly, the original form of the World Eater, who was wearing a yellow-red Dwarven master-grade plate armor and carrying two divine battle axes, was also following behind this huge and small figure. On one hand, the Cleaver King's face was a little gratified and happy, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel jealous and jealous. When he saw the figure talking to his little nephew, he couldn't interrupt, so he could only put his hands behind his back unhappily and mumble something.
"What a heavy snow, Grandpa. Is there such heavy snow in Holy Tara?" The little guy who had grown very strong was very excited as he held his grandfather's hand. His grandfather was so tall that the little guy had to raise his hand to hold his grandfather's hand.
"There was once, but only in my memory." The grandfather allowed the white snowflakes to fall on his long black hair. When he heard his grandson's question, the grandfather's originally extremely cold and icy tone also had a hint of emotion in it. "After that, there was no more.
"Wow, that's a pity. I love watching snow the most!" Little Deven Hill said excitedly.
"… Mm." The grandfather only responded softly and continued to watch the snow while holding his grandson's hand.
"Grandpa, I went on an adventure in Obien with Uncle Angren some time ago!" The little grandson was still proudly showing off his experience. "Uncle Angren was with me. He was in charge of dealing with the trolls, swamp demons, and so on. I was in charge of solving the riddle of the ancient sages. Grandpa, let me tell you, Uncle Angren is so stupid. He didn't even know how to solve those simple riddles. He's so stupid!"
"He's never smart," the grandfather still replied coldly.
"@ # ¥% * ~!" Angren, who was following behind, had a sullen look on his face. He scolded the little brat in a low voice and fell two steps behind. After thinking about it, he felt unhappy and caught up again. "Stinky nephew, I'll definitely spank you next time!"
"Grandpa, let me tell you, Uncle Angren only knows how to do this." Little Deven Hill let go of his grandfather's big hand and ran all the way to the front of a big tree. He took his sword and drew a symbol of the ancient sages on the tree. The little guy jumped around in front of the tree. "For example, Uncle Angren found a riddle of the ancient sages here. But he didn't know how to solve it, so he could only stand in front of the riddle and wait for me. Then, he deliberately made a deep expression and said, 'Boy, what do these patterns and symbols mean?'
"Then, I told him what they meant. Uncle Angren would quickly say, 'Yes, that's what I guessed too.' It's so fake. He can't even solve something so simple. Uncle is so stupid. Hahaha!"
The little grandson's joke made the cold and expressionless King of Humans smile slightly. That's right, this was Angren, stubborn and stubborn. This was how he felt. "Heh, indeed."
"Hahahaha!" The four imperial guardsmen standing behind him laughed delightfully at the same time, which almost infuriated Angelo and made him run away in a hurry.
"Who taught you these things?" Grandpa asked. "The ancient sages and symbols?"
"Father taught me when he was free." The little guy nodded seriously. His face showed a troubled expression. "Father taught me the best, but he had a lot of things to do. He often went out to war. When he wasn't around, Mother Lilith and Aunt Olica taught me. They didn't teach me as well as Father did."
"What else did Father teach you?" the Emperor asked.
"Father taught me how to Blink! Grandpa, look! " Little Devenhill scrunched up his face. A psionic imprint appeared on his forehead. With a boom, the little guy flashed a few meters away. Standing in the snow, he waved at the Lord of Humans. "Grandpa, look at how far I've flashed!"
"Nonsense!" The Emperor's expression changed. Little Deven Hill had not mastered Blink. The King of Humans immediately strode toward Little Deven Hill. "You haven't mastered this technique yet."
"Hee hee hee ~" Little Devin Hill didn't care at all. Seeing his grandfather's intense reaction, the little guy forced himself to use Flash again. But due to the overload of Psionic energy and his lack of practice, the little guy had a problem this time. He flashed a meter away, but in the end, he fell butt first into the snowy forest. With a cry of pain, he rolled over and fell like a dog chewing on snow. "Aiya ~"
"Are you okay, nephew?" Angren's expression changed. He wanted to rush over.
"You …" The Emperor's expression changed slightly. The King of Humans also flashed in front of the little guy. He was about to speak when he was greeted by a handful of snowflakes!
Little Deven Hill grinned and rubbed the two snowflakes on the King of Humans' face, which was filled with countless miracles and light!
The Emperor's sacred face was covered in snow by Little Deven Hill!
On the other hand, Angelo and the Imperial Guards who were following behind the Emperor burst into laughter.
"Hehehe … Grandpa, do you recognize this formation?" The arrogant little grandson pushed the Emperor away and ran. He ran very fast. "Grandpa, come and chase me, grandpa!"
The Emperor was speechless.
Just like that, in the forest after the first snow, there was a different kind of fun.
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