Morgiana's room was, of course, the best room in the monastery. However, the furnishings inside were very simple, almost identical to Laing's tent. There was a bed, a cupboard, and a slightly rotten wooden table with candles on it. Apparently, Morgiana was writing something, and a quill was placed in an ink bottle.
A black magic book had been purified by Morgiana with the divine power of the Lake Nymphs. The book was sealed in holy water and fixed in place by some kind of magic spell. On the cover of the book was the name Heinrich Kemmler. Obviously, this was Kemmler's magic book or work notebook. Laing looked at it with interest, but he did not want to delve into it. "I thought you would be attending the victory party, my princess."
Morgiana's bright golden hair fell over her shoulders. When she saw Laing coming in, the Lake Goddess cast a spell on the door. Hearing Laing's words, the Lake Goddess frowned and said coldly, "If I was there, would they celebrate like that?"
"… Seems like it." Laing thought for a moment and smiled helplessly. Morgiana was right. François could celebrate with his subordinates, but once Morgiana appeared, the atmosphere would immediately turn cold.
"You smell of alcohol …" The Lake Goddess's egg-shaped face had a look of disdain. She gestured for Laing to sit down. "Forget it. It's a good victory. Very good. Sit down."
"Yes. What's the matter?" Laing knew that he had drunk a lot, so he sat down and went straight to the point.
Morgiana first looked at the door and then the window. After making sure there were no problems, the coldness on her face gradually disappeared. The Lake Goddess was wearing a purple silk dress and white stilettos. She relaxed her expression and sat on her bed. She took off her stilettos and said, "There's something I need your opinion on, Laing. What do you think about reducing Theodoric's punishment?"
A pair of hazy legs were exposed under the dress. Morgiana was wearing a pair of nude silk stockings. Her feet were slightly stretched forward, and there was a thin crease at the ankle. Her crystal-clear feet were wrapped in the stockings and looked like white jade polished by gauze. Her toenails were neatly painted together and swayed gently in front of Laing's eyes.
Laing rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "So, you want to reduce Theodoric's punishment?"
"Of course. No matter what, Theodoric played an important role in this war. This wasn't his war, but he still participated. The war didn't require him to personally fight, but he still did his best to attack Kemmler and almost died," Morgiana said to Laing, "It's reasonable for me to do something."
"So … he'll be acquitted?" Laing asked with a smile.
"I don't think so. However, I plan to let him reflect on his mistakes for another year or two. After that, he can return to the duchy of Bryon and resume his position as Duke. Rules are rules." Morgiana sat on the soft bed and asked, "What do you think?"
"Although Duke Theodoric's support was an opportunistic move, we can't deny his efforts. His personal morality is one thing, but his bravery in battle is another," Laing said after some thought, "If that's the case, then let's suspend his sentence for another two years."
"But the kingdom's knights still have a huge prejudice against Theodorick. After Theodorick was sentenced, many of the Duchy of Leon's knights expressed their dissatisfaction. Some of the dukes also thought that Theodorick deserved a heavier punishment. They even thought that he should abdicate." Morgiana voiced her concerns. It was clear that public opinion wasn't on the side of reducing his sentence. Many people believed that if Theodoric was let off like this, it would only be a matter of time before he committed another crime.
Laing shook his head, "Morgiana, you can't think like that."
He took the initiative to hold Morgiana's hand and explained the problem to her.
Rules are rules. The Lake Goddess sent Theodoric to the monastery in Bastogne to reflect on his mistakes. On one hand, it was to keep him away from the whirlpool of politics. On the other hand, it was to remind him of his mistakes and to atone for his mistakes. It was also a punishment.
Regardless of whether Theodoric truly regretted his actions, Ryan doubted that he did not. However, Theodoric's act of atonement was successful and worthy of praise. It was in line with the spirit of sacrifice and honor in the path of chivalry.
He successfully turned the tide of the battle, but was almost killed by Gul. In order to atone for his sins, he risked his life to lead the charge.
This was what Theodoric wanted, and he did it. Therefore, Morgiana had to consider reducing his punishment.
Laing had seen a lot of "Cloud Judges" in his previous life. Whenever they saw a case, they would be filled with righteous indignation and call for the death penalty.
Otherwise, they would come up with all sorts of reasons and excuses, hoping that they would be acquitted and released.
Every time he saw it, he felt it was ridiculous. It was almost like a warrior in a certain country believed that if you made a mistake, you could just apologize and be done with it. If it was more serious, you could just commit suicide.
Was that justice?
Haha, that was venting.
"I see … Then I understand. Let's go with this sentence." Morgiana nodded and said, "The second question, do you really want to give the Blackstone Stronghold to the dwarves?"
"Is there any other way?" Laing smiled. "Or do you want to continue to let the vampires occupy it? Or the Green Skins? "
"How about we station troops in the Blackstone Stronghold?" Morgiana also had a headache.
"How do we station troops? Three hundred troops? We have to transport rations for a thousand people each time? Can three hundred people defend such a large stronghold under the attack of the Green Skins and the bandits? " Laing shook his head. "For now, it's better to let Bellegar and his people have a stronghold than to forcibly occupy a castle in the mountains."
"Since you insist, then let's do it." Morgiana obviously had her own ideas on this issue, but the Lake Goddess chose to give in this time. "What do the dwarves want from the kingdom?"
"Food." Laing crossed his arms and leaned back on the chair. "The main problem is still food. The dwarves eat a lot, and the food production in the mountains is low. Bellegar has already planned to write a letter to all his people to reunite in the Blackstone Stronghold and resume production. The main problem is food."
"The food problem is easy to solve. We just have to do trade." Morgiana immediately raised a new question. "In addition, we also need to respond to his call and launch a knight's war … When is he going to do it?"
"At least until he gathers all his people, completes the training and reorganization, and makes enough weapons to prepare for the expedition." Laing smiled. "In this battle, François and I also paid a big price. Let's rest for two or three years first."
"Okay, I know. When you feel the time is right, let me know. I will launch a knight's war order to the entire kingdom in the name of the Lady of the Lake Goddess. I will call all the knights to join the expedition to the Bafeng Mountain. The dwarves have helped us this time, and the knights will definitely repay them." Morgiana saw that several things had been discussed, so she began to focus on other things. "You smell so much alcohol. Go take a shower first. I'll accompany you tonight."
"But …" Laing's expression was a little hesitant. He knew it.
"No buts. Go take a shower and come back. I'll wait for you here." The Lake Goddess Witch saw that Laing was still hesitating. She blushed and whispered into Laing's ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to try it with me again? I've already washed up. Go."
"Oh, oh, oh!" Laing's eyes lit up.
… I'm the section divider with green eyes …
After resting for a day, the cavalry began their return journey.
"Brother Laing … sometimes we dwarves really envy humans for being able to ride horses." The King of Eight Peak Mountain, Belega, was sitting at the front of the carriage and drinking Bagman beer. He said to Laing, "Due to some well-known reasons, it's very difficult for us to ride our mounts."
"Hahaha …" Laing's face was flushed. He smiled and said, "When I was in the Empire, I heard that the dwarves and the humans in Eyre Hill got along very well. It was because the dwarves needed cavalry, and the humans in Eyre Hill needed weapons and armor."
"That's right. Before Charlemagne established the Empire, the dwarven clans in the Ridge of the World and the Black Mountain Range were already trading with humans. At that time, the people in Eyre Hill were called the Brigidans. Their temperament was just as straightforward and warm as the dwarves. Eyre Hill was also a great plain that was rich in food and high-quality horses. But … if you ask me, the quality of the horses in Eyre Hill was still far inferior to your war horses. Anyway, since then, the dwarves and humans had a relatively stable trade relationship. We need the humans' food and cavalry, and the humans need our weapons and armor." Bellegar was in a good mood. He took the opportunity to say, "If we want to rebuild Blackstone Stronghold, we will need a large amount of food. I'll leave this matter to you."
"We will first provide you with some food. Once everything is on the right track, our trade will solve the food problem." Laing nodded. This was the beginning of a negotiation.
"We also need some manpower. At the same time, my clan will need a large amount of carriages, meat, and fresh vegetables," Bellegar continued. Belega continued, "As a price, we will help you train qualified engineers and craftsmen … Learn as much as you can."
"Okay."
Outside the carriage, Laing and Bellegar were bargaining. Inside the carriage, Lake Goddess and Veronica were lying on a small, wobbly bed. Morgiana's face was red as she buried her head in the pillow. Her whole body was sore, and she couldn't move at all.
Veronica was in a similar state, and Garland was already asleep.
Morgiana secretly gritted her teeth. She thought that bastard Laing didn't know how to be gentle. He was so excited that he wanted to torture her to death. Now, she could only lie on the bed and couldn't move.
On the other hand, Lake Goddess' body and mind were refreshed. Her face was glowing, and her face was moist. She felt the soft blanket and cushion under her body, and she felt very satisfied.
Morgiana's magic was gradually recovering. Her next step was to find the potion holy grail. Then, her power would be completely restored.
Now was the time to lie low and wait for the right time.
The army continued on their way back.
At the same time, outside the endless subspace storm, the main material universe, Holy Tara, the palace, the throne room.
It was still the familiar sound of ozone crackling and all kinds of cable current. Sitting on the golden throne, the Child of a Thousand Ulcers geno prototype Magnus was reading a book. He was laughing as he read.
"Citizen! The Emperor needs you!
"It is a great honor to serve the Empire!
"The Emperor knows everything! The Emperor is watching!
"Only death is the end of duty!
"Dying for him is better than living an ignoble life!
"Know the heresy, kill the heresy!
"Obey without hesitation!
"Fear shakes faith!
"A true citizen of the Empire never doubts!"
"Hahahahaha!" Magnus' wild laughter echoed throughout the entire throne room, until a mental attack struck him in the head. Magnus let out a miserable scream, then called out in complaint, "Father! Isn't this what that bastard did? Why did you hit me? "
Not far from the golden throne, there was a device used to seal Star God. It had a demon prince sealed inside. Human leader and raven guard gene prototype Clarkson were checking the stability of the device. When he heard Magnus call out to him, King did not respond. Clarkson turned around and shouted at Magnus, "Shut up, Magnus! If you don't want me to do what I did to Luo Jia to you, then I will do it to you."
"Huh! D * mn you, Clarkson. You are an albino. You only know how to threaten me! " Magnus' voice became a lot quieter. He continued to read the book and said, "Luo Jia's problem is different from mine. He is much easier to deal with."
Before this, the Emperor led the royal army and the raven guard geno prototype Clarkson to launch a surprise attack on the Eye of Fear. Their goal was to capture the Prophecy geno prototype Luo Jia, who had betrayed and fallen.
The process was unexpectedly smooth. When Luo Jia saw Clarkson appear in front of him, he was shocked. After that, the Prophecy geno prototype was beaten up by the raven guard geno prototype in front of all his children. He could not fight back. Luo Jia, who was knocked unconscious, was dragged out of the Eye of Fear. He was locked in the device used to seal the Star God.
"Father, what should we do next? What should we do to this traitor? " Clarkson hesitated and asked, "Zhuang Sen is fighting in Amidst Dodon. Kirriman is fighting in King."
"You come with me. We are going to find Laing and purify Luo Jia." The Emperor was silent for a while. Sparks flashed in his eyes. "By the way, we should go and see Laing's wife and Fu Gen, who is in contact with the Ancient Saint servant."
"Yes!"
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