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Lauren's problem was also a very complicated political problem.
Because of the rebellion of Matthew Bad, the duke was now in a very awkward position.
If Lauren had no responsibility for the current situation, it would be impossible to convince the public. After all, he was the one who led the knight army. As the main general, he could not absolve himself from the blame for this failure.
But if Laing wanted to punish him severely, it would be unrealistic.
Brittany law stipulated that the first twelve members of the Holy Grail Knight family could not be accused of anything except treason and blasphemy.
So, did Lauren commit treason and blasphemy?
No.
Matthew Bad was Matthew Bad, and Lauren was Lauren. Although they were father and son, they were indeed two independent individuals.
Ron was a glorious Knight of the Holy Grail with both virtue and valor. He could not be said to have not worked hard in battle, and his ability in internal affairs could not be said to have not been outstanding. Since he became the regent of the kingdom, his ability had been unanimously praised by all the nobles in the north.
In the face of Lyonasser's rebellion, he tried his best to suppress it. In the face of Mu Xilong's undead army, he fought bravely to the last moment. He never betrayed the Knight King, nor did he fail the heavy responsibility of the Lake Fairy.
From the perspective of chivalry alone, Lauren had nothing to blame. The only thing that could be blamed was that Lauren didn't take care of himself when he was young.
But this had nothing to do with treason or blasphemy. It had nothing to do with chivalry. Chivalry didn't have any requirements in this regard. Even when some Holy Grail Knights were forced to stay in the serf's house, many serfs would let their wives and daughters serve the Holy Grail Knight to see if they could "steal the noble bloodline".
This kind of thing was not common, but it happened occasionally. François once told Laing to pay attention to this issue.
Therefore, from this point of view, it was unrealistic to punish Lauren severely. At this juncture, it would even cause a fierce backlash from many duke families, and it would also cause a series of plans between Laing and Lauren to face a lot of resistance.
Laing also felt embarrassed. He then asked, "Is Ron seriously injured?"
"It's quite serious. Morgiana used the best herbs given by the Lady to treat Lauren. At the same time, she used a great spell to help him get rid of the poison. The poison on Matthew Bad's sword is very terrible. Lauren is now having a high fever and his condition is very unstable. The two Lake Goddess prophets are constantly chanting magic to help him stabilize his vital signs." Berchemund frowned. "At the same time, your female courtier also joined in the first aid. She made a lot of ice to help Raun cool down."
"Teresa, is it?" Laing nodded. "No wonder I didn't see her."
"Hmph, serves you right!" Veronica was still somewhat indignant. The witch deliberately leaned next to Laing and whispered, "Who told him not to take care of himself? You gave birth to a good son … "
Laing's originally serious face immediately cracked when he heard the witch's complaint. He couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and pinched Veronica's little hand wrapped in a black lace glove. "Don't be like this! We're talking about serious matters! "
"Anyway, I can't talk about serious matters. I'm just a wizard, so naturally I'm looked down upon by you Grail masters. Can't I complain?" Veronica was still angry. The witch crossed her arms and leaned on Laing's pillow without saying anything.
François thought carefully. He stood up and paced around the room for a while. He tried to say, "Maybe … Laing, we can take a step back on this issue."
"Take a step back?" Clayon raised his head, deep in thought.
"Yes, I think, for now, let's take a step back on this issue. Let's just pretend that nothing happened." François nodded. His sea blue eyes rolled around. He reached out and pinched his chin. "The battle for the throne has been decided. It would be ungentlemanly for us to pursue the matter at this time."
"How can this be?!" Veronica was like an angry cat. Garland almost jumped up. She shouted angrily, "If it weren't for his failure, would Laing have been forced to mobilize the serfs for the spring plowing? If it weren't for his complete defeat, would we have been forced to ask the wood elves to open the tunnel for us and owe them such a big favor? If it weren't for him … "
At this point, Veronica couldn't continue because François was looking at her with a smile. "Are you done?"
"… I'm done." Veronica knew that she had lost her composure. She sat down and turned her head. The corners of her eyes were raised. Apparently, she was still angry. "I was a little agitated. Please forgive me."
François paused for a moment. The old man smiled and said, "I understand, Lady Veronica. You care about Laing. You feel that this is unfair to him. I understand."
"But the problem now is, even if we want to pursue the matter with all our might, we can't do anything to Laun. Even if we force him to go on an atonement expedition, what can we do? Can it help restore production, stabilize the situation, and get the country out of the chaos of Matthew Bard? " François said earnestly, "No, other than adding more trouble to the chaotic capital, it won't do any good."
Bohemond nodded as well. Duke Red Dragon continued, "Yes, Francois is right. At this time, Lauren is seriously injured and sick. If we stand out and hold him accountable, it really doesn't conform to the chivalric spirit of mercy. Also, we all know what kind of state Richard is in right now. He's already trying his best to stay out of things. If we force Lauren to go to the monastery to reflect on his mistakes or go on an expedition to atone for his sins, then the entire north of the kingdom really won't have anyone to take charge of things anymore!"
"Besides, Laing is already the victor. Laun can no longer threaten him on the throne. He should be more magnanimous." François also said, "At this time, if we take the initiative to take a step back, Laun will owe us a huge favor, and we will benefit even more. I even suggest that Laing, you might as well directly propose to Richard that Laun continue to be the regent of the kingdom."
"Continue to appoint Laun as the regent of the kingdom?" Laing pinched his chin and thought about this question. He faintly had more insights. "You mean, use Laun's influence to ease the conflict between the north and the south?"
"Yes, in the eyes of the knights and nobles in the north, Laun is their representative." François nodded repeatedly, and the old man said confidently, "Now, the knights and nobles in the north have suffered heavy losses in a series of wars. Now, no one can oppose your ascension to the throne, Laing. On the contrary, they urgently need our food and military support."
"Yes." Laing lowered his head and carefully thought about the pros and cons. "At this time, if I were a knight or nobleman in the north, I would be very worried that Laing and François would tamper with our vital interests, such as territorial sovereignty, trade tariffs, and population, when food needs assistance and security needs help."
"If we generously choose not to pursue Laun's responsibility at this time and instead let him continue to be the regent, then this will be a strong signal." Laing immediately understood. "In this way, the knights and nobles in the north will not feel that we are suppressing them and pushing them out of the decision-making circle, and our tolerance will inevitably make Laun grateful. After losing the qualification to inherit the throne, his role as regent will not only be harmless to us, but also beneficial!"
"Hahaha ~ It's good that you can think it through." François looked at his son-in-law and felt that the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he was. He was learning too fast.
After a few more words, the three Holy Grail knights had been chatting for a long time. François and Berchemund stood up. "You are injured, so we won't disturb your rest. Laing, have a good rest."
Before leaving, Berchemund casually asked, "By the way, when do you plan to start recovering Mu Xilon?"
"Rest for ten days! While the wood elves and you are all here, our army will rest here for ten days, and then go south to recover Mu Xilon! " Laing said seriously. "Now the army's morale is high and cannot be delayed. We must take Mu Xilon in one go!"
"Then are your injuries okay?" François nodded. He also thought so.
"No problem."
"Okay, then we will rest for ten days and go south."
After François and Berchemund left, Laing looked out of the window and found that it was already late at night. He laughed self-deprecatingly, then asked Gallan sitting beside him, "Angry? Dear? "
"How would I dare to be angry with the honorable Duke of Mu Xilon, the future Knight King, the noble Master of the Holy Grail!" Veronica crossed her arms and turned her head to the side. "Now you are the most powerful person in the kingdom. This is not something a witch should be involved in. Now Master Laing needs a wizard to advise him on the kingdom's internal affairs?"
"Hahahaha!" Laing couldn't help but laugh. He reached out his uninjured hand and hugged Veronica's slender waist, then kissed her swan-like tender neck. "Dear, thank you. I am very happy that you are willing to endure in front of me. I know that you have sacrificed a lot for me. Don't worry, no matter what, I am still the knight in front of you with a mouth full of white teeth and a face burnt black by the fireball spell."
"Hmph, you laughed like a dog. I don't even remember!" Veronica thought of the past and felt sweet in her heart. She could not maintain the unhappy expression on her face. She carefully leaned on Laing's shoulder and muttered, "Is this how you lie to women? No wonder so many women like you. The Kurfürst, the Lake Goddess, the Dark Elf, and Lady Suria? "
"You are kidding me." Laing ridiculed. "If a thirty-year-old homeless man gave you the highest praise, would you be touched … Oh!"
"Damn men! They like to ruin the atmosphere! " Veronica stretched out her hand and pinched Ryan's waist. "You can sleep by yourself tonight!" she said in a bad mood.
"Don't be like that, dear. Talk to me tonight." Laing hugged Veronica's waist and motioned for her to come up.
Veronica vaguely understood Laing's meaning. Garland nodded with a red face and reached out to untie the trippers of her high heels. A pair of small stockings kicked off her high heels and crawled into bed. She said sweetly, "Just a chat?"
"Of course, just a chat!" Laing smiled maliciously. "But the method needs to be changed slightly. You and I will talk on the floor."
… I'm just chatting about the section break …
After resting for ten days, Laing, who had recovered from his injuries, did not delay. He immediately led the army of knights, dwarves, and wood elves to the south and officially sounded the horn to reclaim Muxilon!
At this time, the Specter forces in Muxilon were unable to resist Laing's attack.
At the end of May, Richard Castle and Vaz Castle fell, and all the Specter forces were annihilated.
At the beginning of June, Biokali Castle and Pead Okon Castle fell, and all the Specter forces were annihilated.
At the middle of June, Crechat Forest was cleared out, and all the Orc tribes in the forest were annihilated.
At the end of June, the ancient church of Freya was conquered by the army of knights. The Specter Tombs were cleaned out, and the three Corpse Demon Kings were killed by Laing, François, and Kalad.
At the end of June, the Green Skin tribe in the Orphan Hill was completely annihilated. The entire foot of the hill was covered with Green Skin corpses. A huge fire burned for a day and a night.
When it was the beginning of the seventh month, the entirety of Muxilon's territory was almost fully recovered. Only Muxilon Castle stood at the mouth of the Grismori River, its high walls quietly waiting for Leon's cavalry army.
The final battle to reclaim Muxilon would begin here!
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