PS: After asking the boss, he still thinks that the Expeditionary Knights are more appropriate. After all, they are going on an expedition for the Holy Grail, so they will all be called Expeditionary Knights from now on.
In the hall of the Baron's castle, a handsome knight was singing to his heart's content. He had long brown wavy hair, wore heavy armor, and carried a shield on his back. His spear and sword were placed at the door in front of everyone. The knight was singing loudly. His beautiful voice and moving story were unforgettable for a long time.
Not far from the knight, a juggler dressed as a clown was performing all kinds of performances along with the knight's singing. He had put himself in a red and yellow costume with a funny five-pointed star. He was holding a horse puppet in one hand and a spear puppet in the other. He was performing all kinds of funny actions in front of everyone.
Even though it was drizzling outside the castle, the atmosphere in the hall was not affected at all.
The one who came was the famous knight and bard, Expeditionary Knight Tristan from the Bordero Principality. Laing had met him before on his trip to Bordero.
Tristan was a famous knight in Brittany. His singing was blessed by the Lake Fairy and enjoyed great fame in the whole kingdom. He was once invited to tour the kingdom. All the dukes welcomed him and allowed him to sing in their own castle halls. After traveling the whole kingdom, Tristan finally decided to put down all his worldly duties. In order to pursue the Holy Grail, he became an Expeditionary Knight.
Normally, an Expeditionary Knight would be alone and dedicate his life to pursuing the Holy Grail. However, Tristan and his jester, Jules, were like brothers. So he brought his jester along, and the master and servant embarked on the path of the Holy Grail together.
Today, Tristan was singing the song of the Holy Grail. This song described the legend and glory of the Holy Grail. Ever since the first King of Knights, Arthur, countless knights had fought bloody battles on the battlefield in the name of the Holy Grail. Countless knights had died on the battlefield in order to fight against evil. Only the knights who remained on the battlefield, only the knights who had truly proven their martial arts and virtues, had the chance to see the Holy Grail.
Except for Laing, everyone's face was filled with envy, including Tristan who was singing.
At the end of the ballad, the hall was filled with applause. The baron and his subordinates all applauded enthusiastically. Tristan placed one hand on his chest and saluted everyone present.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Tristan!" Laing gestured for Tristan to take a seat.
The expeditionary knight and his jester did not refuse. Katzenberg had already prepared a sumptuous meal of beef and goose, as well as a large amount of fish and vegetables. The big iron pot was hung on a hook and iron chain, and under the pot was a fire. The iron chain could be pulled up or down to adjust the temperature. The cooked meat was lifted out of the pot by an iron hook, which was a meat fork with a wooden handle on one side, and a long fluted spoon with a long handle was used to stir the soup.
After a long expedition, Tristan and his jester were indeed starving. They ate and drank like two hungry wolves. Their appetite was more than four times that of a normal person. Large pieces of delicious black pepper beef were devoured by him, and a bottle of wine was emptied in a few mouthfuls.
Laing couldn't stop smiling.
If this was the Celestial Empire in his previous life, it would be very rude for guests to eat like this.
But in this world, a knight's ability to eat was a sign of bravery and strength.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Laing. You are truly a glorious Holy Grail Knight!" Tristan recovered after eating a big meal. He put down the silver knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a towel. "Thank you for your hospitality. I will remember it."
Laing nodded. All the lords of Brittany liked to entertain the expeditionary knights passing through their territory, because it meant that once an expeditionary knight became a Holy Grail Knight, they would be able to form a friendship.
"My lord, I have two pieces of news this time." Tristan parted his brown hair with his hands, and his handsome face looked serious. "I have already told you about the rebellion in the Duchy of Bryon, but I want to emphasize that this rebellion is very unusual. The rebels have gathered in Gaius, and there are more than two thousand of them. They have formed an alliance with Count Tobalo of Estalia to fight against Duke Theodoric and his army.
"The leader of the rebels this time is called Sterling. He became rich overnight because he refused to pay taxes and killed Theodoric's tax official. Soon, the serfs who could no longer live followed him and started a rebellion. Now, the situation is a bit unstable." Tristan continued, "Mr. Laing, your territory is adjacent to the Duchy of Bryon. Because of your reputation, the rebels may not dare to attack your territory, but you still have to be careful. Lord Bodrick asked me to tell you that Theodoric may ask you to borrow money and food."
Ryan's tax officer, Gasparton, and his steward, Katzenberg, frowned when they heard that they might be asked to borrow money and food. Ryan, on the other hand, was very calm. He continued, "What's the second news?"
"The second piece of news is that Lord Bodrick heard from Mr. Ismail that the king is very dissatisfied with you taking in the dwarves and elves. He hopes that you can open up the trade with the wood elves and share the dwarven technology," Tristan continued. "Also, Duke Dalhead of Lyonassai suggested that your talent is not in governing the territory, but in leading the army. The king plans to organize an expeditionary force to explore the Nicohala Desert in the south. Duke Dalhead thinks that you are a suitable candidate for the general of the expeditionary force."
"I understand. Is there anything else?" Laing's expression did not change after hearing this. He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was very gentle.
"Erm … That, Mr. Laing, I have a presumptuous request." Tristan hesitated for a moment, and then said somewhat shyly, "I want to … visit the Lady's tower."
It was no secret that there was a Lady's tower in Laing's territory. Recently, many expeditionary knights had come because of it.
"Yes, but whether the Lady wants to see you is not up to me." Laing nodded.
Ten minutes later, Laing stood on the tower of the baron's castle, looking at Tristan who was kneeling and praying in front of the thick fog. He fell into deep thought.
The sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind Laing. Veronica appeared behind him, wearing a white wolf fur coat and a two-sleeved dress. She held Laing's hand from behind. "Laing, you must know that you cannot accept the expeditionary force's appointment. The scale of your territory today is due to your personal prestige and ability."
Laing nodded.
Sending him to the desert expedition was a classic example of a promotion in name, but a demotion in reality. Perhaps he could rely on becoming the general of the expeditionary force to be promoted to count, but this was equivalent to exile and banishment.
Going to the desert to count the stars?
That was not what he wanted.
Laing was not afraid of the king's order at all. He had the Lady of the Lake behind him. From the standpoint of the Lady of the Lake alone, she would never agree to send him to the desert to count the stars. In this country, even the king's power was not as great as that of the Lady of the Lake. The king could not go against the Lady of the Lake, and Laing could overturn the decree by relying on Morgiana alone.
The problem that Laing was thinking about was that unknowingly, he had walked on the opposite side of the conservatives led by Richard.
In this country, the conflict between him and the conservatives led by Richard, Duke of Lyonnesse, Duke of Montfort, Duke of Montfort and others had become more and more serious. He used the nobles to do business, encouraged the serfs to work, and accepted the dwarves and wood elves. These were all actions that the conservative nobles could not tolerate.
If the conflict between them could still be considered as an internal conflict among the nobles, then the current conflict had begun to become an ideological conflict. This kind of conflict was almost unsolvable. Laing needed money, development, and an excellent army and advanced equipment. The final moment would not come immediately, but it was not too far away either.
The country was declining. Richard could not be said to be a tyrant or a monarch without any merits, but he could only be regarded as a paperhanger. He could barely maintain stability, but it was difficult for him to achieve great things.
Looking at the deep night sky, Laing noticed that the expedition knight Tristan had received some kind of answer. The fog did not disperse for him, but he was full of piety as he got up and left. He waved goodbye to Laing from afar, and brought his jester with him to continue his journey of the Holy Grail.
Tristan had his own goal, and that was the Holy Grail.
What about his own goal?
"Laing? Are you listening? " Veronica gently kissed the baron's lips. She leaned into Laing's arms. "Are you spacing out again?"
"Veronica, what is your goal in life?" Laing hugged the witch tightly and asked softly.
"My goal in life? I … I want to be the president of the Garland Council. I want to be the greatest witch in history. " Veronica leaned on Laing's chest. She thought for a while, and her face blushed. "I also want … to have a child with you. The union of our blood will definitely give birth to an excellent child. You can teach him swordsmanship, and I can teach him magic."
It was very difficult for witches and sorceresses to conceive because the violent magic elements in their bodies would kill the male's sperm (sperm). However, Laing was obviously not an ordinary man.
This was also why most of the prophets of the Lake God became the lovers of the Holy Grail Knights. Ordinary knights could not make them pregnant.
"Is that so? Then you'll have to work hard. " Laing smiled. In an instant, Veronica found that there was something more and something less on Laing's face. She asked softly, "What's wrong, my dear? Is there something wrong? "
"I have a new goal." Looking up at the winter sky of Brittany, Laing said to himself, "Since it has chosen me, then let me hold it in my hands!"
… …
The next day, the baron welcomed a piece of good news.
The cannons he commissioned the dwarves to build were completed. The dwarven engineer, Dugan Ironman, came to his castle and said, "Mr. Laing, the cannons you commissioned us to build have been completed. I promise, this is the best work I've made in the past twenty years!"
"Good! Let's test it out! Mr. Dugan. "
"Of course, the dwarves are the best!"
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