Winter Veil holiday, Old World, Brittany, Earl of Glamorgan, Tower of the Lake Fairy.
Laing, who was dressed casually, stood in front of a wooden table, looking at the map on the table. Suria, who was wearing a red woolen coat with a marten collar and a black dress, sat beside him, holding his arm. The female knight crossed her long black legs and accompanied him to look at the map. "The rebellion in the Grey Mountains should be solved easily."
"There's no doubt that the problem in the Grey Mountains can be solved. The question is, what should we do next?" Laing frowned and looked up. "Princess Morgiana, are you feeling better? Can you feel where the Holy Grail is? "
"It should be in Mu Xilon's territory." Morgiana sat opposite him. The Lake Fairy witch was wearing a pink and white dress with thorned lace. Her feet were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and fish-shaped heels. When she heard Laing's question, Morgiana lowered her head awkwardly. Being betrayed and plotted against by Man Frey was a disgrace. She had yet to wash away this disgrace.
"Your territory needs rest. Laing, don't worry. We should be fully prepared. If you attack the Spire Palace now, it will be an all-out war with Mu Xilon." The Lake Fairy sat in front of the fireplace and baked a pie. Today's lunch was steak, chicken, and onion pie … Laing thought it was probably pizza.
Today, the Goddess was wearing a snow-lotus tube top with sparkling lace edges. She looked elegant and graceful. Her sleeves and skirt were embroidered with golden irises, which glowed together with her golden hair. She wore a pair of simple cotton slippers with a picture of a white cat on them. Her delicate ankles were wrapped in white unicorn fur pantyhose, swaying up and down gently. The Goddess had indeed fulfilled her promise. Since Laing liked it, she would wear it for him.
Starting an all-out war with Mu Xilon is secondary. In the battle of La Messenell Abbey, my army's losses were limited. The problem is that there are no dukes in the kingdom who can support my military operations. Laing frowned as he looked at Mu Xilon in the north and fell into deep thought.
After a series of years of war, the Kingdom of Brittany had fallen into a state of exhaustion. The number of knights had been depleted. In the north of the kingdom, the effects of Egil's Chaos invasion had yet to disappear. The Duchy of Lyonnasser was even in a situation where they could not leave their castle. The northern part of the duchy was in ruins. The nobles in the south were busy with the civil war. Duke Aldrid of Lyonnasser could not do anything about the chaotic situation and drank all day long.
The Duchy of Connet, the Duchy of Le-Angouland, and the army of knights had just defeated Mu Xilon and needed to rest. The Duchies of Gisoleiox and Montfort had suffered heavy losses in Kemmler's invasion. The knights of father-in-law's Duchy of Vanford also needed time to recover and reorganize. The Duchy of Palawon had yet to recover from the Battle of Hemgat.
The two Duchies in the south did not need to be mentioned. The Duchy of Bereon did not have a duke (Duke Theodoric was still imprisoned) and the political situation was chaotic. The Duchy of Kacasson was already lucky enough not to ask for reinforcements.
Under such circumstances, starting a war was undoubtedly a foolish decision. Even if the Lady of the Lake could issue an oracle to start a new war of knights, Laing had to consider the kingdom's energy. The count sighed. "Now we can only rest and recuperate. At least for a year. We can discuss the issue of sending troops in a year."
"Don't worry, my dear. Father said that he would support us. It just takes time." Suria held her husband's arm and gestured for him to sit down with her. The female knight complained, "Laing, sometimes you should take care of the internal affairs of your territory. You can't leave everything to me."
Ryan smiled as he hugged his wife and leaned against the sofa. Sulia took off her high heels and leaned into her husband's embrace. The female knight thought for a moment, then complained selectively, "Other things are fine, but even though conflicts between immigrants and natives are rare, there are still some. Dwarves and wood elves would start fighting almost as soon as they meet. They each have their own laws. The wood elves' law books require three carriages to carry, while the dwarves' law books are filled with countless law tablets. Every time they have a dispute, I get a headache just from listening to the translation. I'm not you."
Laing laughed. He was indeed very talented in languages. Not only could he speak the elven language fluently, he could also speak the dwarven language fluently. So he had no trouble communicating with them. Suria, on the other hand, could not. Laing hugged his wife and said, "You should keep them away from each other."
"Besides, you should also take care of Madam Teresa and Madam Veronica." Suria complained in a low voice. The female knight curled up her legs on the sofa. Laing gently stroked and played with his wife's perfect black silk feet. "What's wrong? Did they go against you? "
"Madam Teresa and Madam Veronica are very respectful to me. The trouble is with their apprentices. Those apprentices seem to be used to using their own magic to help them carry out their ideas. They often misuse their magic near the town and then cause conflicts with the serfs. Once this kind of conflict occurs, the serfs do not want to offend the spellcasters, so they have to swallow their anger. In the long run, it can easily lead to big problems." Suria said.
"So how do you deal with it?" Laing thought that this was also a problem.
"I know that spellcasters have privileges. I can only give them a verbal warning and ask Madam Teresa and Madam Veronica to deal with it themselves. But you know, Madam Veronica is better. She will lock up the apprentices, but Madam Teresa prefers to cover up for those apprentices. She also abuses punishment. A serf hunter accidentally broke into the vicinity of her wizard tower and was killed on the spot by the apprentices with a frost arrow. Madam Teresa just acted like nothing happened."
"Ha, why are they so similar to the apprentices of the White Tower of Hoss in the Kingdom of Ossouin?" The Lake Fairy sat not far away and laughed. The Goddess fiddled with the grill in her hand. "Those apprentices are the same. They always think that they are the great wizards of the White Tower after learning a few small spells. They can't wait to use them everywhere and often cause big trouble."
"Spellcasters are like this. The Lake Prophet and the Lake Goddess often have this problem." Morgiana took the opportunity to take over the topic. Recently, Laing had been staying in the tower, so the Lake Goddess Witch naturally received a lot of nourishment. Morgiana often took advantage of Suria's time to practice swordsmanship and exercise in the morning, and Laing's time to deal with government affairs alone in the afternoon to stick to Laing.
"So how do you deal with it? Didn't the Winter Veil Turkey Banquet come to a conclusion? " Laing also felt a headache. Privately, Teresa and Veronica were both his female courtiers and had connections. Publicly, the two witches' powerful magic power and perfect wizard training system were of great help to the construction and development of the territory. Not to mention, Veronica's magic workshop produced magic equipment and magic potions, and Teresa's ice magic helped increase the production of food.
"We didn't discuss this at the Turkey Banquet." Suria shook her head. She tidied up her skirt to make it easier for Laing to take advantage of her. Then she said with a slightly red face, "In short, Laing, this problem must be solved by you."
"Well, I'll call Teresa and Veronica to talk about this matter. The wizards must also be unified under the management of the White Tower." Laing nodded. Spellcasters were particularly susceptible to corruption because of their contact with the wind of magic. He had to be careful.
"It will be difficult for those apprentices to get married in the future." Suria said with a faint smile. "Those apprentices are now women who have seen the world. How can they be willing to marry some ordinary knights in the future? Or those country bumpkin lords in Kislöw? "
"Then what does this have to do with me?" Laing complained. "Veronica has bet her everything on me. Teresa almost died twice for me. If it weren't for these reasons, I wouldn't have accepted them. Giving and giving are reciprocal. You only see their tutor looking for the human hero Laing Macado. Don't you think about how much their tutor has sacrificed?"
The conversation between Laing and Suria was heard by Morgiana and the Lake Fairy. Morgiana obviously thought of something. She clamped her legs together and said nothing. The Lake Fairy sneered at herself. The Goddess thought to herself that she had invested everything on Laing.
In the end, all the benefits went to Suria. Although the three of them together were not bad, the Lake Fairy was still a little reluctant. But she could only accept it. After all, Laing's father's attitude was clear.
"You don't have to be so harsh. They're doing it out of admiration for you." The gentle and virtuous female knight put in a good word for the apprentices. "Girls in their teens always dream of being a princess, especially the apprentices."
"Hahaha, you're right, Suria. I'm a little too … I shouldn't have looked at them with such prejudice. But you know, I was born and raised in Nord. It's not a simple place. Nord is always at war with the barbarian marauders from the wastelands in the north. The people there are very barbaric and calculative. Although the Nords are considered the most honest people in the old world, that's only because they're not good at lying." Laing laughed. "Ever since I was young, there were only two outcomes for children who awakened their magical talent. One was to be taken away by the Royal Empire Academy or the Garland Council, and the other was to be tied to the stake and burned to death. I had to carefully hide my psionic abilities to avoid being barbecued."
Hearing this, the Lake Fairy, the Lake Fairy, and the female knight couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
After a while, the pizza was ready, and the Lake Fairy signaled that it was time for lunch.
"I wonder how Bertrand and the others are doing." Laing tasted the dishes made by the Lake Fairy and the Lake Fairy and said casually, "I hope everything goes well."
"They will, Laing." Suria smiled like a flower. "You have to believe in yourself."
…
In the cold wind and snow of the Winter Veil, a group of dwarves and a group of humans were marching.
The dwarven army was led by the King of Eight Peaks, Belegar. He had about eight hundred men and five heavy cannons. They were slowly advancing in the wild.
The human army was led by Sir Bertrand, the Green Arrow. He had about four hundred men under his command, plus about a hundred Woogall mounted archers. Kalard, the knight of the expedition, was also with them. He felt that it was necessary for him to investigate the extent of the damage done to the Duchy of Gisoleiox by Kemmler and help Duke Hagen solve the problem.
"We estimate that there is still a day's journey. King Belegar, where do you plan to rest?" Bertrand, who had just been promoted, had now changed into a beautiful green leaf scale armor, which was the creation of the wood elves. The knight tried his best to speak slowly so that Bellegar could understand his low Gothic accent.
"Dwarves don't need to rest. Well … when it gets dark, we will find a place to camp," Belegar replied in a rough voice. "Or you can go first, and we will follow immediately."
"No, we will follow your arrangements," Sir Bertrand said carefully.
The knight suddenly became a little angry because the group of Ugor mounted archers were singing, which drowned his words in the song.
"We Kislöw will punish the whole world!"
"From the Linsk River to the Claw Sea!"
"The whole old world will sing everywhere!"
"The capital, the vodka, our Essun giant bear!"
"All the people standing here!"
"We have united into one!"
"Bow deeply and gratefully!"
"From the most tenacious country of the old world!"
"Ula ~ Ula ~"
The serfs whispered, "Strange Ugor people."
"There is nothing strange about this. The Ugor people and Mrs. Kiesler together formed the Kingdom of Kislöw. This kingdom is the northernmost country of order in the whole old world. They spent 160 years but still couldn't recover from the torment of the great holy war. Countless dirty creatures in the territory lived in the no man's land of Kislöw, and no noble had the ability to expel these terrible creatures and barbarian tribes." Expedition Knight Kalad gave a brief introduction. "Until the last king (who called himself Tsar) Boris Bokaha, he led all the troops of Kislöw to carry out the 'Great Cleansing Campaign' that lasted more than 20 years. This campaign cleansed the entire Kingdom of Kislöw's endless ice plains and a small part of the forest in the east, returning many territories to the embrace of the kingdom. As a price, when the Great Cleansing Campaign was about to usher in a complete victory, Bokaha led a cavalry across the Linsk River and encountered a tribe of Kurgans who believed in Chaos when they reached the troll kingdom in the north. Tsar died gloriously in that war, and he used his sacrifice in exchange for the current temporary peace."
"He's an amazing person!" Belega said loudly. "There are still people worthy of respect among humans. Laing is one, and so is the king."
"Roar ~" Everyone was still chatting when a deafening dragon roar suddenly came from the top of the gray mountain not far away. A huge flying dragon roared and swooped down from the high mountain. "Roar ~ Roar!"
"Wyvern!"
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! "
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