Angelang's arrival made the conversation between the two of them turn into one between the three of them. The World Eater geno prototype jumped off his hippogryph mount. He brought a few cans of Tyrell's Cat Poop Coffee, two strips of venison, and a few bottles of brandy.
Brandy was a type of wine in Brittany. It was white wine. Brandy was mainly produced in the south of Brittany. It was a famous wine in the Old World. The best brandy was produced in the duchy of Palawon. It was said that the first Duke of Palawon, Agilgel, had fought side by side with the wood elves of Esoloron. The wood elves had given him white grapes to make this wine. The two white grapes were called White Jade White and Dove Dragon White.
In return, Agilgel, the first Duke of Palawon, named the wine "Centaur" in honor of his wood elf and centaur friends.
Remy Martin was only produced in Palawon 12 to 15 bottles a year. Each bottle cost more than 200 crowns. Casfern gave two bottles to the Knight King and the Lake Witch each year. He traded three bottles with the Empire, and the rest was stored in his castle. After Casfern was captured in the Battle of Helmgat, his wife brought out three boxes of Remy Martin from her castle. She paid half of the ransom, and the Empire released Casfern quickly.
"So … Brother, these two bottles of Remy Martin brandy … Where did you get them?" Laing looked troubled. He put the newspaper aside and looked at the two bottles of Remy Martin in Angelang's hands. The bottles had Duke of Palawon's Pegasus Ring on them. Laing had been in Brittany for seven years, so he knew they were authentic.
"These? I stole them. "Angelang put the things on the table in the courtyard and did not seem to care.
"Stole them?" Leon gave his brother a sidelong glance and complained, "Brother, didn't you promise me that you won't rob human caravans anymore?"
"I didn't rob them." Angelang waved his hand and laughed. "I stole them from the Green Dwarfs. All of them! "
Anglo sat opposite Laing and told him what had happened.
It turned out that Angelang had been "playing" in the Gray Mountain Range for the past few days and happened to encounter Duke Palawon's caravan. They were attacked by the Green Skin Tribe on the "Gray Lady's Road". This caravan was carrying valuable goods to trade with the Empire's Rick territory. The safe trade route had to go through the Axe Bite Pass.
As everyone knew, after the Axe Bite Pass was destroyed, this merchant group was forced to take the Gray Lady's Route. Under the pincer attack of the Vampire Army and the Green Skin Tribe, the entire merchant group was unfortunately annihilated. The five knights and hundreds of guards who led the group died in battle.
An Gelang expressed his deep condolences. Then, the World Eater gene prototype descended from the sky. He aimed the battle axe in his left hand at the death spirit army and the battle axe in his right hand at the green skin tribe.
"This is a robbery. Hand over everything and I can give you a quick death."
"That's how I got these two bottles of Remy Martin." Angelang expressed his kindness and kindness by burying the caravan. As for the goods, of course, he could not let them gather dust in the ice and snow. He had to accept them. By observing the weight of the hippogryphs, he took the most valuable brandy, venison jerky, a few cans of cat poop coffee, two pieces of good silk, and two wooden boxes of goods.
Laing was speechless by Angelang's hooligan behavior. He opened his mouth for a long time, but he could not find a word to criticize Angelang. In many ways, Angelang did not do anything wrong. It was understandable that he took the goods that fell into the hands of the Green Skin Tribe. When dealing with the Green Skin Tribe, there was no need to talk about the knight's way. Be it the Empire or the Brittany, they all agreed that a dead Green Skin was a good Green Skin.
"Try it, brother. It's rare to get two bottles of good stuff. Ha ha ha." Angelang took out a glass and filled Laing's glass. At the same time, he also filled Olica's glass.
"The fragrance is strong, the taste is mellow, and the aftertaste is long. No wonder the Remy Martin is famous in the old world." Laing reached out his hand and shook the glass. The brown wine swayed back and forth in the glass. "It's a pity that the production is too low."
By the way, these goblets were also "stolen" by Angelo.
His wife, Suria's family, Duke Winford's family, owned the only first-class winery in the old world and two of the five first-class wineries. The production of the first-class wine, Lysarius, was about 600 to 800 bottles every three years. It could barely satisfy the needs of the Empire and the Brittany nobles for banquets. The annual production of Remy Martin was only 12 to 15 bottles. It was destined that it could not be promoted to enough people to taste it.
"Not bad." Olica picked up the glass and tasted the brandy. The dark elf nodded. "Although the humans are far behind the elves in brewing, the advantage of the species is still revealed in the deep taste."
Angelang was quite disapproving of Olica's comment. He had no intention of arguing with Laing's maid. Instead, he turned his attention to the newspaper on the table. "Is this the 'Banner of the Legion'? What are those idiots from the Ministry of Military Affairs saying to our loyal and foolish soldiers? "
"Brother, you used to like 'Weekly Article'?" Laing's interest was piqued.
"Of course. I loved it when I was the demon prince for the Khorasan. The newspaper I got from those big heads could let me sit with Kahn and laugh for a few minutes." Angelang flipped through the newspaper and lost interest. "This soldier named Perkins was lucky. The Green Dwarfs' motorcycle must have malfunctioned and self-destructed. When he was surrounded by the Green Dwarfs, he was probably ready to die with a bayonet when Zhuang Sen came."
"Luck is also a part of strength. Reincarnation is also a skill. Brother, in this country, where you reincarnate, almost determines whether you will be a knight or a serf in the future." Laing said something that no one else understood. "Brother, what do you think would be better if you were born in Father's Empire?"
Angelang savored the brandy in his glass. He thought for a while and replied, "Three. Merchants, Titan Knights, and Admirals of the Empire's Navy. These three are relatively free and have better lives, especially the merchants. I remember a few families got a trade permit signed by Father during the Great Expedition. That thing's effect is above the law of the Empire. Unfortunately, there are very few of these trade permits. Every family that has such a permit is the richest. They only answer to Father, and no one can order them around. The nine sets of jewelry that Kirriman and the others brought to congratulate you on your wedding were tributes from these families."
"After that, Prime Minister Macado, Kirman, St. Giles, Doane, Zhuang Sen, Fogen, and others all signed similar trade permits. These permits are less effective, but it's still enough for a family to establish an entire merchant dynasty. After that, the trade permits don't work. The degree of freedom is very low, and they are also monitored. The range of activities is also limited." Anglo continued, "And it can't be hereditary."
"It's the same in this world. There are wars everywhere. The Empire, Brittany, the North has to face the Chaos and Barbarians, the South has to face the Green Dwarfs, and there are also the Specters and Orcs." Laing said to Angelang in a self-deprecating manner, "Growing up in Nord, I learned one thing: the Barbarians can never be wiped out, and the forest can never be cleared. Even if I killed Red-eyed Egil and the Northern Barbarians lost 50,000 elites, they will recover in a few years."
"War is an eternal theme, my brother," Angelang said as he looked up at the sky. Anglo raised his head and looked at the sky. "Since the beginning of the Great Expedition, our trajectory has always been from one war to the next. Speaking of which, I also know that you plan to attack the Blackstone Stronghold. How are your preparations going?"
"The allocation of resources is still in progress. As for the preparation for war, it's still far from enough. My territory is currently lacking soldiers, so I will recruit a new batch of soldiers during the Midsummer Night Conscription Ceremony. I can't bring all the soldiers with me, so I have to leave behind enough soldiers to defend the territory." Laing lowered his head and pondered. A war could not be fought at will. Sufficient preparations had to be made.
His father-in-law, François, was also mobilizing the troops for war.
Laing was waiting for someone here today.
In order to attack Blackstone Outpost, François planned to gather an army. More importantly, he planned to summon a special knight army.
The knight army was called the Champion Knight Brotherhood of Quinnalis. The members were all Expedition Knights and Holy Grail Knights. They were all legendary or above. They formed the Brittany's elite knight army. They were one of the few elite armies in the kingdom.
After chatting in the open-air courtyard for a while, Sulia woke up. She came down from the villa with the servants and maids. Seeing that Angelo was there, the female knight bowed to Angelo politely and greeted him. "Good afternoon, Brother Angelo."
"Hello, Suria. Good afternoon." Angelang nodded in response. The World Eater Geno Prototype was very satisfied with his sister-in-law, but there was no such thing as a sister-in-law in this world. He just called her by her name.
Suria sat to the right of Laing. The countess woke up and asked her husband, "Is Uncle Antelm not here yet?"
"He is not here yet." Laing shook his head.
Antelm, Count Kuyleu, was François's cousin. He was one of the main nobles in the attack on Blackstone Outpost.
The Duchy of Cuyrew had already been mentioned before, so I won't repeat it here. Although the Duchy of Vanford had completely inherited the territory of the Duchy of Cuyrew, the noble title of the Duchy of Cuyrew was retained. Francois' cousin, Anthelme, inherited the title of count.
Therefore, from a certain point of view, the full name of the Duchy of Vanford should be the United Duchy of Quinalis and Cuilleu. Since the titles of Duke of Quinalis and Duke of Cuilleu had been combined to form the Duke of Vanford, Francois had always used the title of Duke of Vanford.
If his father-in-law liked it, he could also change his title to "Duke Tancrede II of Quinnalis".
According to Suria, François did not like to stay in Quinnalis. The city was located on the edge of Exeloron, which was too close to the territory of the wood elves. Ever since a duke went missing in the forest, the capital of the duchy was moved to Helenhilde. Only a lord of the castle was appointed to lead the knights to be stationed in Quinnalis. They were responsible for guarding against the undead and the wood elves.
The title of a lord of the castle was different from that of a baron. The lord of the castle could be appointed and replaced by the duke at will. The lord of the castle was only responsible to the duke.
After waiting for a while, Suria's uncle, François's cousin, Antelm, finally arrived.
The count looked to be in his thirties. His face was full of hardships, but his eyes contained piety and wisdom. His long aquiline nose made his originally handsome facial features look a little strange. He had standard swept-back hair and a slender goatee that was very well-groomed, giving him a scholarly air.
He was also a powerful Knight of the Holy Grail. His spear and sword skills were outstanding in the duchy.
Speaking of which, Laing thought that in Brittany, there was no noble who did not know how to ride a horse, wield a sword, and wield a spear.
After thousands of years of reproduction, the bloodlines of the nobles had always been intertwined and complicated. If one were to think about it carefully, they were all relatives. The count himself was a little annoyed by this. Recently, he had received many of Sulia's so-called "distant relatives" who wanted to become his knights and vassals. Indeed, some of the knights were of some standard, but most of them were just empty shells.
"Hello, Sir Laing Macado. I am Antelm of Astre. It is an honor to meet you. The Lady's Chosen Champion. "Antelm took the initiative to shake hands with Laing.
"Hello, Sir Antelm." Laing also reached out and shook hands with the count. "With your help, we have more confidence in attacking the Blackstone Stronghold."
"Hello, Uncle Antelm." Suria also stood up and greeted her uncle.
"Happy marriage! Suria. " Antelm was very happy to see his niece. Count Khuilwu smiled. "Sit, don't keep standing."
After a simple greeting, everyone talked about business in the open-air courtyard. Ankelon went out to hunt. Laing and Antelm sat opposite each other. He asked in a low voice, "So, this time the Champion Knights Brotherhood of Quinalis will be on the move?"
"Yes, my cousin has written to the champion knights everywhere. Many knights have gathered in the capital of the duchy, including Calard Garamente, who is in the Holy Grail Expedition, and my cousin Sir Jerrold," Antelm said in a low voice. Antelm said in a low voice, "This time, it's the end of Heinrich Kaimler. We've already missed an opportunity. This time, the champion knights are eager to cut off that dead man's head from his neck."
"Very good." Laing nodded repeatedly. "Our friend, Bellegar Ironhammer, the king of the Angrend clan, is already supervising the construction of more dwarven cannons and accordion cannons. The steep walls of the Blackstone Stronghold can no longer stop the army of knights!"
"So, Sir Laing, as the knight captain of the Champion Knights Brotherhood of Quinalis, I formally invite you and Suria to join us and become a member of the knight companions!" A knight's coat of arms of a silver unicorn was placed in front of Laing.
"War is near!"
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