PS: G.W. is eating books again. In the timeline I read before, King Lauen Rio Cornwall was about 40 to 50 years old when he ascended the throne, but I went to the official English website yesterday and all the previous ones were eaten. King Lauen was already more than 90 years old when he ascended the throne … I can only say here that Warhammer's eating of each other's books is contradictory. I will write according to the plot I have thought of. I hope everyone can understand.
PS2. Two updates today! The second update is after 7: 00 p.m.
Riding a pure-blooded elven warhorse, holding a cross helmet with a golden sea monster model, wearing a family coat of arms with a yellow iris pattern and a yellow Neptune's trident on a blue background, and wearing a mithril chain mail, the determined and brave Duke of Bordero, Bodrick, was leading dozens of Neptune's Knights and waiting for Laing's arrival.
"By the Neptune, only I am proud!"
The duke offered the highest standard of etiquette to Laing. Military music played, flags fluttered, and the duke himself personally shook hands with Laing and greeted him. Such a high attitude was not only to show respect to the Knight of the Holy Grail and the Chosen Champion, but also to show his affirmation of Laing.
"Welcome, Lady's Champion, Knight Captain of the Holy Grail Knights, Guardian of Marimburg, Destroyer of the Demon Rock, Son of the White Wolf Knight Norman, Godson of the Griffin Duke and Grand Commander of the Griffin Knights, Baron Zeon 'The Devout' Laing -Macado, welcome!" Bodrick had a smile on his face, and his thick mustache curled up.
"Hello, Mannen's Chosen Champion, Grand Commander of the Neptune Knights, Guardian of Bordero Port, Nemesis of the Dark Elven Pirates, Nemesis of the Undead Knights, the one who brought fear to the rogue knights, General of the Bordero Fleet, General of the Shinon River Patrol Guards, Guardian of the Mannen Temple, Baron Bodrick, Prince of Mannen, Duke of Bordero. Laing -Macado pays his respects to you." During the handshake, Laing bowed slightly and nodded to show his respect to the duke in front of him.
Both of them had a long list of official titles, and as their fame rose, they would receive even more titles sooner or later.
For example, Red Dragon Duke Berchemund's title was twice as long as Duke Bodrick's. It would take at least five minutes to read it all.
Laing suddenly understood why his father's Imperial Guard name was so long that it seemed like it would never end.
"Welcome, Marquess Suria. Welcome to my city." After greeting Laing, Bodrick spoke to the Marquess. "You must have had a long journey. My butler has arranged accommodations for you in the castle. Please have a good rest. You can also take a stroll around the city. There are many specialties in Bordero, and many goods from the High Elves and Lucia. I wish you a rewarding journey."
"We will, Lord Bodrick." Suria shook hands with the Duke himself. There was no problem with the communication between the two of them.
She originally belonged to this circle of great nobles, Laing thought. In terms of status, Suria, a Marquess, would be a good match for the king. His status as a baron was indeed a little low.
He won because he was the Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy and a Knight of the Holy Grail. With the addition of these two identities, he was on the same level as Suria.
That was why this medieval feudal system was so conservative. It was really difficult to climb up. Brittany was not so bad. At least there was the Knight of the Holy Grail system that went hand in hand with the title of nobility. However, in the Empire, it was so difficult to climb up. One could only pray that one was reincarnated into a good family.
There was no basic education in this world, nor was there an imperial examination system. It was very difficult to study. Civilians could only hope for promotion brought by war and bravery.
Under the guidance of the attendants and servants, Laing and the others were arranged to stay in the tower of the castle. The Duke gave them two luxurious suites. As usual, the three girls would stay in one, and Laing would stay alone.
"Erm … Laing, do you have any activities in the afternoon?" When they arrived at Bordero Castle, it was already past noon. The three girls were planning to take a nap, but Suria did not intend to let him go. The Marquess's face bloomed with a charming smile, but it was a smile that looked dangerous. "You can't just leave us alone after bringing us here!"
"I'm going to this place in Bordero in the afternoon." Leon took out the parchment given to him by his elder brother, Anglo, and continued, "There's a dwarven rune craftsman there. I'm going to find him and see if he's willing to be hired by me. If you don't mind, would you like to come with me, Suria?"
"I'd also like to see the dwarven runemasters' skills," Suria said.
"Of course, Mister Laing. You said you'd bring me out to play. How could you run away on your own?" Emilia said.
"Since the mistress wants to go, I'll definitely go as well," Sylvia said.
"Alright, then we'll meet in an … an hour and a half. See you in the afternoon, ladies!" Laing said with a smile, "Also, I'll leave my schedule to you after meeting the runemaster. I'll accompany you."
"I'm looking forward to it." Suria nodded.
After a short lunch break, Laing's group of four walked on the streets of Bordero at three in the afternoon.
The weather was getting colder, and the three girls had all changed into winter coats. Amelia, who couldn't stand the cold, and Sylvia, who had a serious personality, were both dressed in women's winter coats, tight trousers, and boots. Only Sulia insisted on wearing a skirt. Today, the female knight was wearing a white fox fur coat and a gray rabbit fur knitted sweater. The short skirt and thick gray stockings accentuated her fair, slender, and beautiful long legs. A golden chain hung from the laces of her gray high heels. She gently held Leon's arm. The noble and beautiful female knight and the handsome and steady Holy Grail Knight were like a match made in heaven. They talked and laughed along the way.
"Duke, they've left. Should we send someone to follow them?" On the tower of the main castle, Duke Bordero, Bodrick, and Ismail said softly as they watched Clayon and the rest leave the castle.
"Sigh, forget it," Bodrick sighed, "Damn it, François is really keeping a close eye on this young man!"
Duke Bodrick had his own plans for inviting Laing to the banquet.
The duke, who knew the inside story, knew that Laing was Brittany's brightest rising star in recent years. Not only was he a Grail knight, he was also the Lady's Chosen Champion. Not only did he have superb leadership skills, his personal bravery was also unquestionable.
There were young marriageable girls in Duke Bodrick's family. The duke originally wanted to get Laing himself. If his Baroness was a member of his family, then it would greatly strengthen his relationship with the Duchy of Bodrick, and even complete his efforts to rope in this Chosen Champion.
But now that he had come with François's daughter, Suria, and she had even become his female companion, Bodrick knew that some of his ideas would not succeed. Marquess Suria's status was too high, and he could not find a suitable match for her. If he forced them together, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the powerful François. Bodrick was already facing enemies from three sides, and it was not a wise move to find trouble with Winford, who was behind him.
It seemed that he had to seek other ways to borrow Laing's military power.
"In Bodrick, you can have anything you want. Dwarven rune weapons? Let's go, I'll take you there. High elven spices? Buy one get one free here. Winford's wine? You can have everything here! As long as you have enough gold crowns! "
— Great Brittany Merchant Siven Panta
The permanent population of Bodrick was around twenty thousand. Counting the merchants, tourists, and wandering mercenaries, there were around thirty-five thousand people. Warehouses, water mills, slaughterhouses, sawmills, shoe factories, and other factories were built along the Chinon River. Mints, banks, and pawnshops were built in large numbers in the city. However, under the duke's strict laws, only three churches were allowed to build temples in the city. They were the Sea Church, the Church of the Lake Nymph, and the Temple of the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia.
Following the address left by Anglo, Laing found a rather conspicuous dwarven smithy.
Clink! Clink! The heavy sound of hammering echoed in the blacksmith's shop. The bellows were pulled up, and the music was played. In the strong beat, the flames in the furnace jumped with the beat of the bellows, rising in the strong wind.
A dwarf about four feet tall was waving his runic hammer to strike a sharp sword on an iron ingot. The sword was a medium red in color, and under the dwarf's fierce blows, it quickly took shape. The runes on the hammer glowed, and a strange melody rang out.
Nearby, an apprentice was helping the dwarven blacksmith turn the longsword.
Some people noticed the arrival of Laing's group, but no one paid them any attention. Laing also signaled the three girls not to move. They stood in the open air of the smithy and waited for a while.
"Alright, Master Fiennes!" The other dwarven apprentices said loudly. The dwarf with the big hammer nodded. He quickly took out the runes and began to enchant the sword.
Two runes with different lights were engraved on the body of the longsword. Then the dwarf immediately quenched and tempered the longsword. After a series of hammering sounds, a rain of sweat fell. Then, an exquisite enchanted silver longsword was held in the hand of the dwarf blacksmith. The runes on the sword emitted a beautiful light. The dwarf blacksmith nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to Laing.
This dwarf had a thick long beard. After his beard reached the ground, it was tied in reverse and then braided. This almost covered his whole body. In addition, even in late autumn, he did not wear many clothes, revealing two strong arms. After raising his head to observe Laing and the three girls who came over, the dwarf said in a rough voice, "This is not a place to date, young Grail Knight."
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Deron Fiennes? I am Laing, Laing Macado, "Laing replied directly in the dwarf language.
"You speak Kazadni? Well, I am Deron. Since you speak Kazadni, I will give you a discount of 10%. No bargaining, "the dwarf said in a rough voice. "The price is hanging on the wall. I hope your lady did not teach you to cheat and cheat."
Suria frowned. She felt that this dwarf did not seem to be easy to communicate with. Sylvia felt even angrier. Although the maid did not understand what Laing and the dwarf were talking about, she could feel that the dwarf's attitude was not friendly.
Only Emilia pulled the corner of Laing's clothes. She remembered her father's instructions in her heart. "Compared to humans, dwarves are more worthy of our trust. My daughter would rather trust dwarves than humans."
"I'm here for you, Mr. Deron Fiennes." Laing took out the parchment and handed it to the dwarf. "Do you remember this?"
"This is …" The dwarf could naturally see the badge of the Grail Knight on Laing's chest. He also naturally knew the status of the Grail Knight in this country. So, although he did not want to take this thing, he still reached out his hand. "Well, let me see."
The female knight held Laing's arm, and a soft snowy peak was pressing on the arm of the Grail Knight. "Laing?"
"Don't worry, Suria." Laing motioned the girls to wait patiently. Just as it was difficult for humans to master the dwarf language, it was also difficult for dwarves to master the human language. Reading Anglo's crappy and grammatical words would consume more of the dwarf's energy.
Sure enough, it took about five minutes for the dwarf named Deron to finish reading the few lines of scribbled words on the letter. He raised his head, took off his sunglasses, and said in low Gothic, "Are you the younger brother?"
"???" Laing's face darkened. He thought to himself, no matter how he heard it, why did it sound so unpleasant?
"Ahem, I'm a little confused. I mean, so, you are the younger brother of Anglo? If you ask me, you two don't look alike at all. "The dwarf also realized that he did not make it clear, so he repeated it.
The human language was really difficult.
"Well, yes, I am Anglo's younger brother. I think my elder brother has looked for you before." Laing replied with a frown.
"Indeed, there is such a thing. Brother, where is your horse?" Who knew that the dwarf said in crappy Gothic again. After that, he patted his stomach in annoyance and changed to Kazadni. "Forget it, let's talk in the dwarf language."
"That's how it should be." Laing thought to himself, If you continue to talk, I will fall out with you.
"What I mean is, as a Knight of the Holy Grail, shouldn't you come here on a horse?" The dwarf continued.
"My horse is tied outside. Grape doesn't like the fire and the sharp sound of iron forging." Laing motioned the dwarf to look outside. His pure-blooded elven warhorse was waiting outside.
"The sound of iron forging is the most beautiful sound in the world. That's because your horse doesn't know how to appreciate it." Deron Fiennes nodded. "I know why you are here. You want to invite me to your territory to preside over the construction of the blacksmith workshop?"
"That's right. I have some … special technology in my hands. Maybe you will be interested." Laing wanted to say something more. "The treatment will also be very good …"
"Okay, how about this, you lift this big iron block first, and then we'll talk about what happens next." Deron Fiennes waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for these empty words. The dwarf craftsman said in a rough voice, "If you want to hire me, you first need to show your strength."
"Lift this big iron block from the end of this street to the end of the street. No one is allowed to help."
"Then, let's talk about something else!"
Suria looked at the iron in front of her. This big iron block was more than forty centimeters high, more than fifty centimeters wide, and quite long. Just by visual inspection, she knew that this big iron block might weigh hundreds of kilograms.
She subconsciously looked at Laing.
Laing calmly patted the female knight's arm that was holding him, indicating that she should let go of him. Then he said to Deron Fiennes, "As you wish!"
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