Build a high wall, store a lot of food, and slowly become king.
Laing thought deeply about this. He had thought about it carefully after the battle.
François and Berchemund did not plan to leave. François took out a bottle of fine wine from the first-class winery Vanford, Latour. "Want a drink? Laing? "
Duke Berchemund also sat down. The servant behind the Red Dragon Duke came in and placed a small round table in front of the bed. Then, they brought in a lot of food.
"Don't drink if you're injured." Laing shook his head. He lowered his head and thought for a while before saying, "It seems that Richard has dug a hole for me to jump into."
"Dug a hole?" Berchemund did not quite understand. He stuffed the roasted beef into his mouth and muttered, "Richard is quite decisive about abdicating. He said that if he could, he could abdicate tomorrow. But why do you say that, Laing?"
Laing curled his lips. He looked out the window and did not answer. He just shook his head.
"Because the conditions are not met." François reached out and tidied his long blond hair. His father-in-law's tone was light. He sighed and said, "Berchemund, have you forgotten? What are the conditions for competing for the throne? "
"Isn't Laing already the Duke of Muxilon?" Berchemund thought for a moment and immediately understood. He slapped his thigh. "Ah! I understand. Laing is still the Duke of Earthly Lands! "
"That's right. The condition for being king is to take Muxilon back." Laing nodded and said slowly, "I did defeat Matthew Bard and won the championship, but I haven't taken Muxilon back yet!"
François nodded. His father-in-law's sea blue eyes were full of wisdom. He picked up the goblet and tasted the wine. Then, he said, "At this time, Richard suddenly proposed to pass the throne to Laing immediately. From a benevolent point of view, it's because he's tired of being king. At the same time, his eldest son, Charles, rebelled and caused him to lose his prestige. Also, he couldn't kill himself in the previous battle, so he wants to quickly pass the throne to end everything."
"And from a malicious point of view, Richard deliberately set a trap for Laing. If Laing immediately agreed when he heard the news, Richard would naturally abdicate immediately. But what would all the knights think? What would the ladies think? The condition for competing for the throne is to capture Mu Xilong. Now that Mu Xilong has yet to be truly captured, Ryan can't wait to proclaim himself king. This will only make more people disappointed in Ryan. His battle record of defeating Viper with great difficulty will also be stained because of this. "
. This old man is really bad! He has a lot of ideas! " Berchemund finally understood the problem. The Red Dragon Duke grumbled unhappily, "That's why I hate the court and politics the most. It's so dirty!"
"Actually, it's not that bad." Laing then spoke up for Richard. He shook his head. "In my opinion, it's more of a benevolent point. Richard is tired. Baron Charles' betrayal was a big blow to him. At this time, Richard won't think so much. The throne is like a hot potato, and he can't wait to throw it to me."
Veronica, who was sitting at the side, heard Laing's words and felt that it was unfair for Laing. She interrupted Laing and said indignantly, "Maybe he wants to mess with you again before he abdicates? It's not like he hasn't suppressed you like this before. Have you forgotten that he once wanted you to lead an expedition to the Nikohara Desert to count the stars? "
Berchemund was unhappy. The Red Dragon Duke glared at Veronica and said, "What does the Round Table of the Knights of the Holy Grail have to do with you? This is not a topic that a witch should be involved in. Do we need a wizard to advise us on the internal affairs of the kingdom? "
Veronica's face turned green when she heard Berchemund's words. She widened her eyes and clenched her fists, trying to suppress her anger.
Under normal circumstances, the Gallan Witches would have long since quarreled with someone who scolded her in such a manner. Veronica was now an elder of the Gallan Council and had her own adept team and adept tower. She no longer needed to listen to others and had the qualifications to challenge most human nobles.
Unfortunately, Berchemund was not among them. He was probably the highest-ranking Duke in Brittany. He was not only a direct descendant of Arthur, but also a pinnacle saint. Veronica knew that if she offended him, even with Laing's protection, it would be difficult for her to stay in this kingdom.
She could only endure.
A hand reached out from under the quilt and held Veronica's small hand. Laing first smiled at Veronica and signaled her not to be nervous. He then said to Berchemund, "Veronica is my female minister. She has the right to advise me in this regard. She does not understand the requirements of the Round Table, so I apologize."
"Very well. So, what do you suggest, Witch?" Berchemund's long golden beard shook on his chin. The Red Dragon Duke did not intend to let Veronica off the hook. "Do you plan to take people to the throne and drag Richard down from the throne? Or do you suggest that we prepare to fight to the death with these northern noble knights? "
"I didn't mean that …" Veronica knew this was not a topic she could answer. She suddenly realized that she could not give a clear plan. She opened her mouth, feeling wronged and a little angry.
"Then shut up!" Berchemund sneered. He was about to say something when François signaled Berchemund not to pursue the matter. "That's enough. It has all happened. Lady Veronica is just thinking about Laing. You don't have to be so harsh on her."
"Either you tell me the solution or shut up. What's the use of complaining …" Berchemund muttered. "Alright, let's continue this topic. Where were we?"
Laing held Veronica's small hand and signaled the witch not to take it to heart. "As we said before, I think Richard's attitude is mostly good. The problem is simple. If he hinders me from becoming king, who will benefit? Will it be Lauren? "
"Of course not. In fact, all the nobles in this kingdom know that even if Lauren is still alive, he will not be able to inherit the throne." François took over the topic. He also nodded at Veronica, indicating that she should not take it to heart.
"Well, that's true." Berchemund understood now.
Matthew Bad had been confirmed to be Lauren's illegitimate son. In this case, Lauren had lost the qualifications to be king. Under these conditions, Ryan was the only qualified candidate. No matter how he chose, it would be him.
"Speaking of Marhubard's rebellion, I think he is destined to fail." Laing took a sip of the fresh orange juice brought by the servant and smacked his lips. "Because his way of doing things is destined to fail."
"He is inconsistent." Francois picked up the delicious roast beef with black pepper with his fork. The wise Duke of Wynford nodded. "Or rather, he himself is very conflicted. On the one hand, he still believes that he is Laun's son and his rightful heir. He should take back what is rightfully his and avenge his mother."
"But on the other hand, Marhubard is the godson of Lich King Arkham. His godson status is destined to be a member of the undead vampire camp. His revenge requires the power of the undead, so he must call himself Duke Musiron. He wants to be the leader of the undead." François finally concluded. "But this is beyond the scope of the kingdom's internal affairs. In this case, everyone will fight against him."
Laing was very calm. He had a slight smile on his face as he carefully recalled Marhubard's deeds. The champion of the Lady of the Lake smiled bitterly. "Indeed, so Marhubard is a combination of contradictions. If he only wants revenge and legal power, he should strive to become a Knight of the Holy Grail, strive to obtain the right to speak, and then seek a glorious duel to defeat Lauren and complete his revenge. If he only wants to destroy this country, he should turn everyone into undead and fight to the death, especially after he surrendered to Chaos. He can even pray for the power of the evil gods to help him achieve his goal of revenge.
"But Marhubard didn't. He is very contradictory. His identity is destined to be unable to find his place. He can't find the balance between being a human and being an undead. He is an abandoned child for revenge, the legitimate son of the Duke, and the godson of the Lich King. He tried to combine these three identities, so what he did seemed contradictory. This is the reason why he is destined to be a tragedy, and the reason why he made some incomprehensible decisions during his rebellion." Laing said in a deep voice. "Because the living and the dead are destined to not coexist, and mortals are destined to not coexist with Chaos!"
"He is just a pawn being used, but he is willing to do so. His life is a tragedy." Francois nodded his assent. "His tragedy is that he was born of a washerwoman, his tragedy is that his life was overburdened, and his tragedy is that vengeance devoured him, when he could have been a good knight and ushered in a glorious age for Brittania."
"That poisonous snake is dead now." After listening to the discussion between Laing and François, Berchemund could only sigh. "Let's change the topic. Laing, are you planning to take over Muxilon and then take over the throne?"
"Not so soon." Speaking of this topic, Laing pulled himself together. He said in a deep voice, "Even if I take down Muxilon, I will need at least two to three years of buffer before I consider taking over the throne."
"Why?!" Berchemund was puzzled. "Haven't you always wanted to be the Knight King?"
Laing and François looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.
"Boxi, don't forget that Laing wants to be the king as the Duke of Muxilon." François took the initiative to explain. "But now the whole of Muxilon is a piece of empty land, and we don't know if there are 100,000 people left. Rebuilding is a huge project, and many complicated things have to be dealt with by Laing. If he doesn't build the foundation of his territory and restore production before choosing to take over the throne, Laing won't be able to hold the throne even if he becomes the king."
His father-in-law's words were exactly what Laing was thinking about.
It didn't mean that if Laing really became the king, he could command the whole kingdom. François and he had discussed this before.
Power was in the hands of the people, not in the hands of the people. It was never easy to command the whole kingdom with the throne. It was better to win the support of the people before sitting on the throne.
If Laing wanted to be a king who could truly command the whole kingdom, he had to build a solid foundation. He had to restore the glory of Muxilon. He had to have an elite army, enough wealth, and his own group of retainers. But now, he didn't have any of these.
Count Glamorgan's territory was indeed rich, and Laing's army was indeed elite, but it was still too small.
François was very satisfied with his son-in-law's understanding of his situation and his long-term blueprint. Marrying Suria to Laing had always been his proudest work, and now this complacency was increasing as Laing continued to grow.
My daughter, you're now a duchess. François couldn't help but feel proud, and it showed on his face. Berchemund and Veronica had different thoughts when they saw this, and they both snorted coldly.
Thinking of his daughter, François asked with concern, "After we conquer Muxilon, will you move Suria to Muxilon?"
"Not for now." Laing immediately shook his head and said seriously, "At least one or two years, until Suria finishes giving birth and recuperating, and then until the corruption in Muxilon fades away. Only then will I consider moving them to Muxilon. Or maybe I'll set the capital of the duchy in Gene in the future. It depends on the situation."
"Okay." François was quite satisfied with Laing's attitude. Although Laing had many women, he still loved Suria very much. He could feel that this political marriage was very blissful from his daughter. Now that the eldest son was born, everything was set.
"Sir François, Sir Berchemund, I've inherited the Muxilon duchy in Llanduin, not the duchy of Connaught after the vassals were removed." Laing also brought up this issue.
"You want to take back Muxilon's territory in the south of Lyonnasay?" François immediately realized Laing's plan.
"That belongs to me, and only to me," Laing said seriously, "I hope you can support me."
"Now is a good time to take back Muxilon's territory." François frowned. His father-in-law was naturally on Laing's side. "The knights and nobles in the south of Lyonnasay have all chosen to be loyal to you, and you have the inheritance of Llanduin and great power. Facing these traitorous knights and nobles, they won't dare to have any complaints. As for Lyonnasay … there's nothing left in the north except ruins. The number of registered knights is less than 800 now. Duke Aldrid is dead, and Richard has sent people to look for Duke Dalhaid, who is on an expedition to atone for his sins. Although it's not very good, now is indeed the best time to take back the territory. It all depends on what you think."
"We still have to talk," Laing said after some consideration, "Food support, help to quell the riots, and rebuild the homeland?"
"Yes, I think you will also need to give some monetary compensation. Once these conditions are stated, the nobles of Lyonnasay will find it hard to refuse." François was also troubled by this. "But as for how to take back the territory, this will be a difficult process. Let's talk about it after you take back all of Muxilon's territory! As for the old nobles of Muxilon, there's a precedent for them to be loyal to you. "
François was talking about Karon Castle in the Midden Region of the Empire. This castle belonged to Midden Region, which was the territory of Kurfürst White Wolf. There was even a Kurfürst Palace in it. However, the nobles of Karon Castle were loyal to Emperor Karl-franz of Rick Region. The most famous Karon Castle in the old world, the Karon Castle, was under the command of Emperor Karl-franz, not Kurfürst Boris Todblinger.
Just as Laing and François were discussing what to do, a young servant walked into the room. He whispered a few words in Duke Berchemund's ear, and then left respectfully.
"Forgive me for interrupting, Laing, François, we have a new problem," Berchemund said in a muffled voice. He seemed to be troubled by this problem.
"What problem?" François knew that it must be a major problem for Berchemund to be troubled.
"Ron is back. He was sent back to Colona by his mount, Biquis the Hippogryph. He is now seriously injured, has a high fever, and is not conscious."
"Now, what should we do with Ron? This is the father of the Viper Mathewbard, the Regent of the Kingdom, the Duke of Connet, the Lady's Champion, and the noble Knight of the Holy Grail, one of the first twelve Knights of the Holy Grail, the last direct descendant of Kalliod the Brave? "
This time, Laing and François also felt troubled.
"Maybe …"
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