"I don't think … it's appropriate for me to make a decision." Laing kicked the ball back to Morgiana and said with a smile, "Your Highness, can you tell me the king's opinion and your plan first? I need some time to think. "
"Come with me." Morgiana gave Laing a disappointed look. The Lake Goddess knew that Laing was a tactful person, and he had a reason not to express his opinion on this matter.
No matter what, Laing was not in a position to express his opinion. At most, he could give some private opinions.
But this was not what Morgiana wanted. The Lake Goddess wanted to form a small cabinet with Laing to discuss this matter.
The Lake Goddess took Laing to the third floor. In the small dining room on the third floor, there were several kinds of pastries and a pot of fruit tea. There was firewood burning in the fireplace. Morgiana first motioned Laing to sit on the side of the small table and said, "These are some pastries I made. Try them!"
Laing sat down and observed the pastries on the table. The Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana made several kinds of exquisite pastries, the most famous of which were scone cake and creamy sponge cake.
Creamy sponge cake was a traditional Brittany dessert. It was usually made with fruit, cake, or biscuits layered with cream. Morgiana used a glass cup to hold this dessert. The gorgeous layering and different ingredients showed the delicate craftsmanship of the Lake Goddess Witch.
It was said that the scone cake was named after a huge stone called the Scone Stone during the coronation of the second Knight King Louis. This scone cake was filled with raisins, cheese, jam, and cream. It was also a famous Brittany snack and an essential delicacy for afternoon tea.
"Mmm! It's delicious! "Laing took a few bites, and his expression was completely relaxed.
"Do you like it? I've made a lot, and I've been waiting for you to come back. "Seeing that Laing liked it, Morgiana's cold face finally showed some joy.
She never knew how to express her feelings. The Lake Goddess Witch was the person with the highest power in the Knight King Kingdom, the first chosen one and the spokesperson of the Lake Goddess. She was very immature when it came to relationships. Other than finding reasons to order Laing around and sticking to Laing whenever she had the chance, there was not much she could do.
After a long period of recuperation, Morgiana took the opportunity to learn a lot of cooking skills from the Lake Goddess. She suppressed her inner joy and sat next to Laing and leaned on his shoulder. "As long as you like it..."
Enjoying the winter afternoon tea, Laing and Morgiana continued their previous topic.
"Richard finds it very difficult to make a decision on this matter. First of all, Sir Theodoric's affair with his subordinate's wife is a very, very bad behavior, and the joint special lawsuit of the 19 nobles needs to be dealt with. But there's a problem, and that is that Richard doesn't want to make a big decision at this time. As you know, Laing is about to abdicate." Morgiana tidied up her skirt and leaned on Laing.
"Duke Theodoric's matter … can be big or small. If Richard decides to punish Theodoric lightly or not at all, then the nineteen nobles will definitely be dissatisfied. But if Richard decides to punish Theodoric heavily … Theodoric will naturally be dissatisfied with the king. It's hard to say if the king has the authority to deal with such a complicated personal matter. Theodoric himself is an advanced legendary paladin, and the enchanted axe in his hand has slain bloodthirsty batwolves and trolls!" Laing whispered. "How do you know how to handle this? If it were me, I would also have a hard time. Richard's prestige is not enough to convince everyone."
"That's why Richard asked the Lake Goddess Prophet to send a message to me. He hopes that I can solve this problem." Morgiana's golden eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to be very confused about how to deal with this matter. "Theodoric's behavior has left him with almost no place in the Duchy of Bereon. No subordinate will want a duke who can have an affair with his wife to stay in the Duchy of Bereon. As for the other duchies …"
"I will never allow Theodoric to seek refuge in my Duchy. I won't even let him enter the borders," Laing said bluntly.
"I'm sure the nobles in the kingdom will think the same. Considering their own interests and the stability of their harem, no one will accept him." Morgiana thought about the whole thing. "So, I can infer that the nobles in the kingdom want to punish Theodoric severely."
So, the problem came back to how to deal with Theodoric.
This was the most troublesome part. In Brittany, the title of a duke was very difficult to be taken away. The laws of the kingdom fully protected the nobles, especially the families of the first twelve Grail knights.
First, there was Duke Merovin who fell and killed the king with his own hands and raised the flag of rebellion. Then, there was Duke Madred who imprisoned the Lake Goddess Witch and announced that he had married the Lady of the Lake as his wife. He claimed that he had the right to be king and started a civil war.
Both of these dukes had done earth-shattering things, and in the end, they only died, but their dukedom was still passed down. From this, it could be seen how much protection Brittania had for the nobles. It was extremely difficult to obtain a noble title, and it was also extremely difficult to deprive a noble title.
Although Theodoric's actions were despicable, it was still far from being enough to strip him of his title. He could still be Duke of Bereon unless he wanted to give it up and pass it down to his heir.
The problem now was that Theodoric didn't want to give up his title. The king couldn't do anything about it, and the Lake Goddess Witch couldn't strip him of his title because it was against the rules.
After a short discussion, Leon and Morgianna felt that this matter was not easy to handle. In the end, the two of them decided to let Duke Theodoric apologize in private first and then arrange for him to seclude himself in a remote monastery to pray for forgiveness from the Goddess of the Lake. At the very least, they had to get through this period of time first.
By the time they finished their discussion, the Lake Goddess Witch had moved from her chair to Laing's lap. Morgiana put her hands on her knees, and Laing gently hugged her waist. The two kissed.
Feeling Laing's breath, Morgiana instantly felt her whole body go limp and numb. Not only did she not have any strength, but her body was also undergoing some changes. She complained that Laing must have done something to her body. Otherwise, she wouldn't have become like this. Especially the spiritual tattoo on her lower abdomen. Silver light could be seen through her clothes. The wings on both sides were fully opened, and the power inside had already merged with Morgiana's soul.
Morgiana rubbed her legs uncomfortably, and her white velvet stockings made a rustling sound. The Lake Goddess Witch and Laing kissed for a while before she came back to her senses. She blushed and immediately moved on to the next topic. "By the way, do you know about Richard's plan to pass on his title to Lauren?"
"This matter … has been passed on your side? What is the lady's wish? " Laing knew that the most important part was coming. He hugged Morgiana's waist and said in the Lake Goddess Witch's ear, "Actually, I also want to be king, but …"
"Laing, I understand that you want to be king, but first of all, you don't have the title of Duke. Second, Duke Lauren is the best in Brittany in terms of internal affairs, personal bravery, and leadership. I can't find any reason to object." Morgiana hesitated for a moment, but still told Laing more of the truth.
"That's true." Laing looked at the thick fog outside the tower window. The Earl also knew that this matter was very difficult.
First of all, he was not a Duke, which was a fatal flaw. He was ready to take the title of Duke of Muxilon, but it was not easy to take it back. Brittany had been fighting for many years, and this cursed city was still standing. He needed at least a few years to prepare.
Secondly, Laing and Lauren had both comradeship and a good diplomatic relationship. Laing was a Holy Grail Knight, and so was Lauren. The identity of a Holy Grail Knight meant that they would not and could not use any underhanded means. The competition between the Holy Grail Knights had always been fair and square. This was not a competition between the Holy Grail Knights, where the one with the fastest axe would speak.
The gods belonged to the gods, and the mortals belonged to the mortals. If one wanted to become a king, one had to be born according to the basic law … Only a new king could convince the people.
As the old father-in-law said, the power was in the lower, not in the upper.
"What I mean is, Laing, you are already a Sanctum Grand Knight, and you have a long life. Why don't you let Lauren be the first? It won't be too long. You don't have the title of Duke now. Even if you propose a duel between the champions, Richard has the right to refuse. " Morgiana tried to say, "The throne needs to be crowned by the Lady. You are the Lady's Chosen Champion, and you must abide by the rules set by the Lady."
"I can wait, but the Final Moment can't. Mr. Lauren is indeed an excellent Holy Grail Knight, but because he is a Holy Grail Knight, once he becomes king, he will have to sit on the throne for at least seventy or eighty years." The earl shook his head helplessly. "I'll think of another way. I'll also discuss these things with the Lady."
"The Final Moment is so close?" Morgiana's attitude changed slightly. She said with some concern, "The whole process of abdication and ascension will not be so fast. Richard still has at least two or three years before abdication. You'd better think about how to get the title of Duke first."
"Let me see what I should do next." Laing let out a long sigh. Then the count suddenly remembered something. He smirked and said, "Your Highness, how many days have I owed you?"
Morgiana's face gradually turned red. She was carried by Laing in a princess carry. She took the initiative to hug Laing's neck and whispered, "Four days."
"Then I'll nourish myself for two days first, and then I'll slowly nourish myself afterward. Is that okay?"
"Yes … Yes … Alright, hurry up … Carry me in, I'm already …"
The dividing line shrouded in fog …
News of Duke Theodorick spread quickly among the nobles of the kingdom. Many Dukes listed Theodorick as an unwelcome guest.
However, even at the most critical moment, Theodorick refused to abdicate. He firmly believed that he was still Duke Balduin, the descendant of the first Duke Balduin of the Holy Grail Knight. Even after many romantic affairs and unchivalrous escapades, Theodorick did not have the slightest intention of giving up the title of Duke.
This caused a huge conflict between him and the married nobles. The duchy was once on the verge of civil war. Although Theodorick was a drunkard and a pervert, he was also a very good warrior. His supporters and opponents in the duchy gathered together, and civil war was about to break out.
At this time, Morgiana, the witch of the Lake Goddess, gave the order that Theodoric had made a great mistake and dishonored the spirit of chivalry. He had to seek redemption through penance and expeditions until he was forgiven by the Lady.
Morgianna ordered Theodoric to leave the Duchy of Boleon before the Holy Grail this year and go to the Church of the Lake in the Duchy of Bastogne to practice penance. Theodoric had to atone for his sins through penance and expeditions until he regained his glory before returning to the Duchy of Boleon and continuing to exercise his power as a Duke.
This was a plan that everyone could accept. Theodorick knew that he was in trouble, so he had no choice but to accept it. He began to gather his men and his followers, preparing to go to Bastogne.
At the same time, in the Old World, Brittany, the cursed city of Muxilon.
The eerie, gloomy corridors were filled with dust and skulls. Traces of curses were everywhere in Merovin Castle. The corruption of the undead had covered Muxilon for hundreds of years. In the past, the land had been constantly corrupted. In the future, germs and corruption would continue to grow.
The self-proclaimed Duke of Muxilon, Matthew Bard, was sitting on the throne of Muxilon. The throne room was filled with all kinds of treasures. Below him, ten black Grail knights and two blood knights were already seated. There were also a few vampire lords waiting for the Duke's orders. A witch spirit was serving delicious virgin blood to Matthew Bard.
Matthew Bard, who was covered in black cursed armor, supported his head with his hand. His handsome face was unnaturally pale. The family coat of arms of the black shield and the golden serpent was hung behind his throne. The Duke of Muxilon narrowed his eyes and asked one of the black Grail knights, "So, Godfather means that I must seize the title of King of this kingdom and then announce the scheme of the bitch in the lake to all the knights of the kingdom?"
"Man Frey Von Karstein is leading an army of vampires to attack the Skaven Empire. He must find the Sword of Nagash. Otherwise, the Lord of the Undead will not be able to return. The Lich King is looking for the location of the Sorcerer's Crown and the next sacrifice. You must also show your worth, Sir Matthew Bard," a vampire lord said in a sharp voice.
"… Godfather left me too few troops." Matthew Bard's eyes were filled with terrifying and crazy hatred, "I will send troops, but not now. I still need enough time to restore Muxilon's production and gather my troops. Fortunately, those chivalrous people in Brittany are also very weak due to the invasion of Chaos. They won't have to face Muxilon's new knights for a while."
"Duke Theodoric will be exiled … Let's see if I can use this opportunity to do something in the Duchy of Bryon." Naturally, Matthew Bard also learned about Duke Theodoric, and many plans began to emerge in his mind.
The meeting was still going on. A vampire lord came in from outside. He held a scroll with powerful undead magic energy and handed it to Matthew Bard, "My Duke, this is a scroll from Blackstone Stronghold in the Gray Mountains. I think you need to take a look."
Matheubard nodded. He received the scroll containing powerful necromancy magic.
Duke Muxilon looked at it for a long time. His expression changed several times. The ten black Grail knights did not do anything. The vampire lord and blood knights were curious about what happened in the scroll. "My Duke, what did Kemmler say?"
Matthew Bard put down the scroll.
"Heinrich Kemmler wants to form an alliance with Muxilon!"
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