After dinner, Knight King sat alone in his seat with a heavy heart. He looked at the map and sighed softly.
"It's just a prophecy, my dear. You don't have to worry about it." Veronica saw Laing's expression and knew that Laing had a heavy burden on his shoulders. She sighed faintly and asked, "Do you need some space?"
"Well, you can go do your thing." Laing gestured for Veronica to go do her own thing. After every battle, Veronica would gather the witches who participated in the battle for a meeting to summarize, praise their strengths, and point out their weaknesses. As a practical witch, Veronica had always attached great importance to actual combat, even more so than theory. She had always believed that Laing's words were very accurate for wizards, and that was, the only way to test the truth was through actual combat. Only through actual combat could the witches learn how to survive in the unpredictable battlefield.
Teresa was different from her ice witches. Ice magic had its own control, but it was difficult to master. One wrong move and she would turn herself into an ice sculpture. Therefore, sorceresses paid more attention to theory, and their style was more obvious.
"Olica, you should go and rest. I want to be alone." Laing then gestured for the dark elf to go and rest. Olica was obviously surprised by Laing's attitude, but she still agreed.
Only Laing and the squires were left in the tent. These squires came from almost all the famous families in Brittany. When Laing became the Duke of Musillon, all the knights and nobles in the kingdom knew that he would become the king. Therefore, they rushed to send their children who were not the first in line to serve under the king.
There was nothing strange about this, as Juan had done the same. In the future, Leon would also send his son to Kalad for three to five months every year so that Kalad could teach him the spirit of chivalry and martial arts.
Thinking of his son and wife, Laing's originally serious face finally showed a trace of a smile. He wondered how Suria was doing. After the battle, he received two letters. Suria mainly told him about the internal affairs of the territory and hoped that he would return victorious. She did not say much else. At most, she mentioned that little Devenhill had recently gone hunting with his uncle Anglo. The little guy drank milk and ate beef every day with Anglo, and his body was very strong. Suria's only request was that Anglo not teach Devenhill how to use an axe. She wanted her son to use a sword or a hammer. Anglo agreed.
Suria was a good mother, a good wife, and a good queen. Laing looked at his wife's letter again and had a gentle smile on his face.
If Laing's identity as a gray knight gene prototype was ignored, his marriage with Suria was a marriage that was out of his league. That was because he had no other choice. He wanted to enter the core of the Knight King Kingdom, the top of the pyramid, and obtain the identity of the family of the twelve first Holy Grail knights. Laing could only go through two paths, and the easiest one was marriage.
It was only through marriage that Leon was qualified to compete for the knight's throne. Many people had put the cart before the horse and thought that Leon had obtained the right to inherit the throne by conquering Mu Xilong. This was actually wrong, because before Leon conquered Mu Xilong, who gave him the right to compete for the throne and start this war?
In fact, it was given to him by Suria as his wife. Without that identity, Laing would not even have the right to fight for Mu Xilong. Laing did not want to say that recovering Mu Xilong was worthless. He just wanted to say that without his marriage with Suria, he would not have been qualified to participate in this fight.
After thinking for a while, Laing said to the servant, "Someone, go and call Juan, Baron Biokari, and the Old Guard Commander Bertrand."
"Yes, sir!" The servant shouted. After a few minutes, the Old Guard Commander Bertrand and Juan came. The latter was full of energy, but Bertrand's face was red, and there was some food residue on his beard. Laing knew that Bertrand had drunk. The Old Guard Commander did not have any problems, but he liked to drink a few glasses of dwarf beer after dinner. This was his habit, and Laing knew that.
"My King?" Juan was confused. Didn't Laing say that he was going to pray to the Lady of the Lake at night? Why was he called in again?
"Sit down. I have something to ask you," Laing said. "How is the situation in the camp? Are there any conflicts in private? "
Juan and Bertrand looked at each other. Juan was obviously younger and more aggressive. He thought of something and was about to answer, but Bertrand gave him a look. Juan opened his mouth and decided to shut it.
Laing narrowed his eyes. He realized something, so he looked at Bertrand. He knew that Juan had always been close to outsiders like Bertrand, Lopes, and Olivier. This was a natural division of factions.
"Your Majesty, you mean … the Independent Regiment?" Bertrand sat down respectfully. The Old Guard Commander now had a high status among Laing's subordinates. Even the knights had to be polite to him. This was because Bertrand was born and raised in Brittany. On the other hand, he was obviously favored by Laing. He was also very capable, so the knights recognized Bertrand.
"Yes, I don't believe that the knights won't do anything after the Blackhearted Reppu incident." Laing frowned. "But it seems a little too calm now."
"… Yes, there were. Some ranger knights once tried to cause trouble in the independent regiment's pistol-cavalry camp, and there were also arguments about setting up camp. However, Reppu the Blackhearted strictly restrained himself, preferring to suffer some losses rather than make a big deal out of it. The knights wanted to continue provoking him, but Sir Anthelme and Sir Fedmond also stepped in to stop them, asking the knights to restrain themselves. That's why peace is barely maintained now." Bertrand picked out some of the important ones and said, "I noticed that the quartermaster deliberately allocated the old and poor quality food to Reppu and his independent regiment. Most of the supplies were old. I mean, to the extent that they could still be used."
"Well … I see. It seems that both sides are still restraining themselves." Laing nodded slowly. "This can't go on. I need to train a new spokesperson."
"Your Majesty, they are too much. Is your judgment wrong? Are you not ruling in the spirit of chivalry? Why are they still pestering Reppu over this matter? " Juan finally took over the topic indignantly. The Flaming Sun Knight stood up immediately. "Also, Your Majesty, why do you plan to replace Reppu after such a thing happened?"
The atmosphere in the tent immediately became tense.
"Sir Juan! His Majesty is protecting Reppu! " Bertrand hurriedly said. The Old Guard's meticulously groomed moustache was a little messy. "Don't be impulsive. The trouble here is much deeper than you think."
Laing looked at Juan, and Juan looked straight at Laing. The king looked at the young Flaming Sun Knight and suddenly laughed. "Believe it or not, if I don't replace Reppu, I really want to kill him. He has violated the interests of all the knights and nobles, including you, Juan Carlos Sungazer."
"I would never do such a thing!"
"Your father, Rubio, told me that when you were twelve years old, you tried to ride a horse and accidentally killed a girl in a farm outside Magritte." The king's voice was still calm. "Now, can you tell me why you are still alive and standing here? Tell me, my Baron. "
The young Flaming Sun Knight suddenly blushed.
"Many things are easy for outsiders. They only need to object because they will not make mistakes." Laing continued. His voice gradually turned cold. The king said loudly, "But I can't! I am the king! I am the Knight King. I am their leader, their king!!! "
"Brittany can't leave me!"
"For more than ten years, I have pacified the Knight King's internal and external troubles. I have reformed the agricultural, commercial, and military affairs. I have waged endless wars against the outside world. The declining kingdom needs my treasury to make up for its finances. Countless enemies, domestic and foreign, the Red Duke, Kemmler, Matthew Bard, Egil Redeye, they were all dealt with by my army! Mu Xilong, who had been lost for hundreds of years, was also recovered by my hands! Now, I have gone on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain. I have brought them benefits, naked benefits. That's why the Dukes have sent their most elite troops to me! "
"That's why I have to protect Blackheart Reppu. That's why I can protect him. I have to punish that guy severely. That's why I have to punish him!" Laing stood up. The king's face was full of anger. "Because all the knights know that the kingdom can't do without me!"
There was dead silence in the tent. Juan's face turned red and then white. Bertrand sighed softly.
"But I can't leave the knights and nobles!" Laing continued. The veins on the king's forehead were already popping out. He stood in front of Juan. "I need the knights and nobles. I need them to fight for me. I need them to support my rule. I need them to be the executors and implementers of my reforms. Without the knights and nobles, do I, as the king, have to personally go to every village to implement my reforms? Or do I have to go on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain alone?!"
"No system can continue to operate without the executors. These knights and nobles are my executors! And I am the greatest representative of the knights and nobles! I have to appease them. I have to protect the people, but the knights also have to be appeased! "
"Now, Blackheart Reppu has offended them. Yes, Blackheart Reppu didn't do anything wrong. But in this case, if Blackheart Reppu continues to be our spokesperson, it will be a disaster! If I want to protect Blackheart Reppu, I have to change my spokesperson in the future. Otherwise, if I let him continue, his ending will be obvious to the naked eye! "
"Blackheart Reppu doesn't have much value to us now. I have to protect him. Otherwise, it will be a retreat and the collapse of the spirit of the knights. I have to prepare to change him. Otherwise, there will be discord within the army. Do you understand?"
"… I was too stupid, Your Majesty. I thought the problem was too simple." Juan finally admitted his mistake. The Knight of the Burning Sun knelt on one knee and seriously admitted his mistake.
"…" Bertrand also knelt down immediately. The Old Guard commander found that he was sweating all over unknowingly. Laing's majesty made him worship him uncontrollably. Bertrand could feel that in front of him was a terrible king, a true hero.
After a long speech, he finally vented all the pent-up frustrations in his heart. Laing now understood more and more why Richard had to be timid when dealing with any problem. After thinking about it, he always thought that the king was a fool. If it were him, he would definitely do something. But when he became the king, his hands were tied.
Politics could be a crime, but mistakes could never be made.
The weight of the crown made the king breathless in an instant.
Laing was thinking about something when the king suddenly felt some kind of call. He stretched out his hand and said, "Juan, Bertrand, you may leave first. Remember, restrain the Knight of the Burning Sun and the Old Guard. Don't get involved in this matter."
"Yes." Juan and Bertrand left, leaving Laing alone in the big tent. The king closed the tent, indicating that he was going to pray.
The next second, the bright light of the Lake Goddess lit up the tent. The pure white light illuminated the whole tent. The powerful goddess' power surrounded the cold air in the tent. The Goddess of the Lake appeared in the white mist and the divine light.
Today, the goddess was wearing a silk dress with hanging curtain and porcelain lanterns. Her long golden hair was soft and smooth, moving in the air without wind. The flower crown on her head was blooming with lush irises. A thin ribbon outlined her proud and graceful figure. Her beautiful face was full of warm smiles. Under the long dress, a pair of delicate black silk feet were wearing silver pearl ribbon high heels that were eight centimeters high. There was also a platinum anklet hanging on her ankle, which made her look even more charming under the thin black silk stockings. The goddess held the golden holy grail in her hand and descended from the sky. Seeing that there were no outsiders, she directly pressed on Laing's back.
The powerful sense of oppression brought heavy "pressure" to Laing, but it also relieved a lot of Laing's pressure. The Goddess of the Lake gently stretched out her hands and put them around Laing's neck. "My champion, you seem to be very troubled."
"I can solve it, my lady." Laing's face looked better. He shook his head and said, "I have made the appropriate arrangements."
"And I have always trusted you." The Goddess of the Lake smiled and nodded. The goddess did not continue to discuss this matter. She trusted Laing. This was the man she had chosen. She believed that Laing would arrange everything well. "I heard that you were calling for me?"
"You came before I called for you." Laing turned around and hugged the goddess, letting her sit on his lap. "Lilith, you're peeping at me again."
"Because it's always interesting." The Goddess of the Lake smiled sweetly. "You can always come up with new tricks for me. My champion, in all kinds of senses."
Laing smiled bitterly. He could feel the fragrance of the goddess' irises in his nose. The Knight King's black hair was rolled up by the goddess's white fingers. He was about to tell the Goddess of the Lake about the prophecy when the goddess put a finger on Laing's lips. "I know, Laing, I know."
"Prophecy is not my field of expertise." Laing let out a sigh. He then said, "This expedition is already very difficult. So what is the Huntress? What is the Bloody Queen? What does the Month of Demons symbolize? "
"Don't worry, my champion. Let us analyze it bit by bit."
"Okay."
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