PS: Recently, I've been rewriting the plot a bit too much and not focusing on the plot. I've been criticized for this, and I've realized the problem. I've corrected it. Today, I'll add another chapter. I hope everyone will continue to support the emperor! Pressure Masnay!
That night, Berliat invited several mid-level officers from Kislöw to a banquet on Ice Street. He also managed to invite the warden of Chica Prison, Josep Brooks.
After three rounds of drinks and five dishes, Berliat quietly handed a small package to the officers and Josep Brooks. The sound of metal colliding and the weight of the package made Josep Brooks feel at ease.
After finishing the banquet, Josep, the warden of Qitar Prison, took the opportunity to stay and have another meal with Belial in the bar. The two of them then sat in the reserved bar and drank.
"General Berliat, I really envy you," Josep said in a low voice. While he was drunk, he pretended to be joking. "To … to be recognized by His Majesty Laing, to be … to be a general."
"It's all because His Majesty Laing is a wise king." Berliat also pretended to be drunk. "Mr. Josep, I felt that we hit it off the first time we met. Unfortunately, my mission is almost complete, and I'm going back to Brittany. I don't know if I'll have a chance to see you again in this life. If there is, we brothers will have a good drink again."
"Ah? General Berliat, you're going back? " Josep burped and looked regretful. "Ah, what a pity. The wine you brought is really good. I don't know if I'll have a chance to drink such good wine again."
"As long as you want, there will be good wine," Berliat said meaningfully. "The key is, how do you drink good wine?"
"Good wine, good wine, good wine." Josep's eyes lit up. He shivered and sobered up.
"Good wine, good wine, good wine." Berliat nodded with a smile.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Understood! " The Warden immediately understood what Berliat meant. He nodded and said, "General Berliat, it seems that you're not here to drink with me, but to look at my goods. Then let me tell you, my goods are not ordinary goods. Ordinary people are not qualified to look at them, nor can they afford them! "
"Good stuff naturally has a price. Ordinary people don't have the right to look at it, but do you think I don't have the right? As for whether you can afford it or not, you have to give a price. Without a price, it's naturally not a good thing. Am I right, friend? "Berliat smiled sincerely.
"Ha! I know you have a lot of friends, General. A lot of Poillé and Palace Generals are your friends. You haven't had enough of their goods, and now you're eyeing my goods! " Josep nodded. He thought about it carefully and asked, "I have the goods and the price. I also believe in your sincerity, but there are two problems that I need your help with."
"Speak." Berliat nodded. The main show was about to begin.
"The goods are right there. How do you plan to get them?" Josep thought for a long time before he said, "Also, after you get the goods, you can just leave. But what about me? I'm looking after the goods for someone else. If something happens, I won't be able to explain myself! "
"I have an idea." Berliat whispered, "I'll be leaving in a few days. Send your men to the Gulag and we'll leave together. You, on the other hand, will become a hero. We've already arranged the script. After that, His Majesty Laing's court will have a new knighthood and a reward of three hundred crowns."
"Keep the knighthood for now, but the reward is at least five hundred crowns," Josep said. "Forget it."
"Five hundred it is. No problem," Berliat agreed without hesitation.
"How?" Josep's eyes lit up, but he soon realized something. "We don't provide delivery service here. You'll have to pick up the goods yourself! The most I can do is put up the closed sign for you. "
"Xie Lieping!" Belial clapped his hands. His deputy general dragged a middle-aged Kesa officer in from outside the bar. The middle-aged Kesa officer had obviously been beaten up. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. When he saw Belial and Josep together, he coldly snorted and didn't say anything.
"And this is?" Josep asked curiously.
"This is Mister Gorchak. He wanted to assassinate me." Berliat nodded with a smile. "As one of the officers involved in the mutiny, he managed to escape capture and went into hiding. He was hiding in the brewery just now, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate me, but my men caught him. He's now willing to exchange his life for the life of a wanted criminal. Do you know Marshal Blyuherr?"
"Oh, he's a wanted criminal!" Josep finally understood. "Good, very good! This is a great deed! But is he willing to cooperate? "
"Of course, Mister Gorchak. I'll leave the rest to you!" Berliat patted the officer's shoulder. "You'll die a glorious death."
"You'd better keep your promise!" Kesa snorted.
"Of course, I'll keep my promise." Berliat stood up. "Then, I'll leave everything to you."
And so, after a short conversation in the bar, everything was settled.
A few days later, Berliat, who was more or less done with his preparations, left Kislöw with his men and set out on the road back home.
A week later, a riot broke out in Kislów Castle.
A group of traitors led by a Kesa officer, Gorchak, caused a riot. They rushed into the Qitar prison in an attempt to rescue their imprisoned accomplices. Kislów Castle's guards were caught off guard and allowed them to succeed. The rebels broke into the prison and engaged in a great battle with the prison guards. The entire prison was engulfed in the flames of war. They even captured the warden's family and forced him to release the mutinous officers and many other wanted criminals.
According to the report, the warden, Josep Bruz, decisively refused, causing his entire family to be killed. Then, in grief and indignation, he took the lead and personally fought the rebel officer, Gorchak. They fought a bloody battle in the narrow and dirty prison passageways. Josep was brave and fearless. He shouted the names of the female Tsar and Essun and killed the rebel officer, General Gorchak (self-proclaimed), who was notorious for his heinous crimes.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the rebels chose to set fire to themselves. The entire Qitar prison was set ablaze. More than a dozen criminals, including the former Kislöw Great Engineer Sheogh and the former Kislöw Marshal Bryuherr, were burned to death. Even many prison guards were buried in the sea of fire. More than half of the prison guards were killed. It was not until the Ice Witches arrived with the Karim guards and Bear Cavalry that the fire was put out. However, the entire Qitar prison was a mess. Some of the corpses were burned beyond recognition.
The female Tsar Katarina expressed her condolences. She personally came to the scene and comforted the injured. She also comforted the victims, especially the brave warden, whose entire family was killed by the rebels. The female Tsar conferred him the title of Count Volkonsky and personally awarded him the Golden Bear of Essun. She also presided over his family's grand funeral.
This incident was also known as the "March Incident." Warden Josep himself became a hero of the kingdom. Of course, this was a story for another time.
Just as the female Tsar was conferring the title to Josep, on the Sea God's Fleet in the Claw Sea.
The great engineer Sheogh, who had been locked up for several years, had messy hair, and smelled terrible. He was disguised as a cargo and stuffed into a crate. He took two showers to clean himself. He drank vodka and changed into a clean set of clothes with the help of his servants. He lay in the VIP room in the cabin. The great engineer looked very comfortable. He held a drumstick in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. He did not care about the food at all. It was as if this was his last meal.
After eating his fill, Sheogh burped. He grabbed a bottle of Empire Stout and blew it clean. He then shouted at his servant, "Okay, tell Berliat to get his ass in here. When I was the chief engineer, he was nothing!"
"Who's calling me?" Berliat walked in from outside and nodded calmly at Sheogh. The great engineer was tall but very thin. Berliat watched him eat and said slowly, "I'm here on His Majesty Laing's orders to invite you to Brittany to help us build a gun factory. Master Sheogh, please accept His Majesty Laing's invitation."
"Invitation? Is this an invitation? You're kidnapping me! " Sheogh said impatiently. He spat out a chicken bone from his mouth and said unhappily, "Can I refuse? What will happen if I refuse? "
"It's okay if you refuse. We'll just let you be the company of the deep sea fish." Berliat puffed out his chest and pointed at the window. "Master Sheogh, your old bones don't taste good. Between being eaten by the fish and being the chief engineer of Brittany, choose one. I know you're a smart man. You know what to choose."
"Hmph! My old bones don't even like to eat the deep sea fish! " It's hard to chew! "Master Sheogh took a comb and tidied up his sparse hair," Ryan? Who is he? I remember that the King of Brittany is Richard, right? And why does that place that despises gunpowder and long-range weapons need a great engineer like me? Aren't they afraid of insulting their decadent chivalry? "
"Times have changed, Master Sheogh. That was decades ago." Berliat sat down. He took the vodka from the servant and poured himself a glass. "If possible, we hope you can see it for yourself and see what changes have happened there. Also, you're outdated. Richard has abdicated. The current King is Laing Macado, the Laing Macado who once again united Brittany and completed the Eight Peaks Expedition."
"Eight Peaks Expedition?! He conquered Eight Peaks Expedition?! That's impossible. You're lying, aren't you? " Master Sheogh was shocked when he heard the name. "Lying is not a good habit, young man."
Berliat did not answer. He only took out a dwarven rune equipment, a handful of dwarven gold coins, and the Eight Peaks Expedition commemorative medal.
This time, Master Sheogh was shocked speechless. He shook his head for a long time before he said, "Alright, give me another bottle of vodka, Berliat, and a roast chicken. I'm hungry."
"Let's deal with this first. Then you can eat as much roast chicken as you want. I promise you'll vomit." Berliat handed the bottle of vodka to Master Sheogh. "Listen to me. You can rest after I'm done."
"What is it?" Master Sheogh took the half-empty bottle of vodka from Berliat. The great engineer stared at the general in front of him with his brown eyes. "This is not a coincidence, right? So am I. So is Marshal Blyuhull. "
"No, this is a coincidence." Berliat walked up to Sheogh and smiled. "A coincidence is a coincidence."
"That idiot Gorchak, he really has the guts and funds to do something like this?" Master Sheogh approached Berliat and stared at General Ugor in front of him. "Such a coincidence? Apart from Blyuhull and me, everyone was burned to death? "
"Yes, everything is as you see it!" Berliat said confidently. "After all, this is the truth you saw with your own eyes. If you don't believe what you saw, how can I convince you to believe it?"
"Hahahahahaha!" Master Sheogh could not help but laugh. First, he tried to hold back his laughter, then he laughed out loud. "Hahahahaha! Berliat, you really are an idiot. Why the f * ck did you only come to save me now? I wanted to leave this godforsaken place for a long time, but I didn't think it would be Brittany and not the Empire. Tarr's tooth! What a terrible joke! "
"Hahahahaha!" Berliat laughed along with the great engineer. "Hahahaha!"
The cabin was filled with happy laughter. Two glasses of vodka collided in the air, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the cabin.
"Cheers!"
"A toast to freedom! A toast to the gods! "
The two drank, and then Berliat said, "From today onwards, you can't be called Sheogh anymore. Also, Brittany doesn't believe in Essun. You now believe in Tarr. Of course, you are also a loyal follower of the Lady of the Lake. Very devout."
"Okay, I'll believe in Tarr from now on. As for the Lady of the Lake, I go to church every weekend. Okay?" Sheogh nodded helplessly, took the vodka bottle, and poured himself another glass. "As for the name … you must have prepared it, right?"
"Very well, as you wish, let's get to know you again. Immigrant, your name is Urban, from the province of Ostmark, 48 years old this year. You believe in Tarr, the God of Nature, and are a great engineer. You have lived in Brittany for five years. This time, you came home with me to visit my family. Your mother is Mrs. Kiesler, so you have a strong Kislöw appearance and accent. You are under the tutelage of the great dwarf engineer, Halhafer Gold Digger." Berliat raised his head, took out an identity document, and threw it in front of Sheogh. "Memorize all the contents here. This should be a piece of cake for you."
"Halhafer Gold Digger? Who is he? "Sheogh was full of question marks.
"The chief engineer of the dwarf Angrund clan." Berliat nodded. "His information is in the document. Take a look. As a disciple, you should be clear about your master's matters."
"Then does he know that I am his disciple?" Sheogh was confused.
"He won't know anymore." Berliat shook his head.
"Very good, very good. Urban is here to greet you, General Berliat!" Sheogh looked down at the stack of documents Berliat gave him. The great engineer soon found that it was full of information. There were more than ten pages, so detailed that what he did every year was recorded, and many of the certificates were stamped with the seal of the province of Ostmark. This time, the Nur had opened a new cannon factory in Baator, and he was the chief engineer specially hired by the king to perform his duties in his new position.
His resume was already impeccable.
The great engineer's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Berliat and cursed inwardly. It was a pity that this guy did not take over Ye Ruofu. The moment he opened his mouth, he spoke in a strange bureaucratic tone!
As if he knew what the great engineer was thinking, Berliat showed a sinister smile.
"You're welcome, Chief Engineer Urban. Home leave is over. It's time to go back to work!"
"We'll send you an assistant. You can ask him if you have any problems in life or work, except for technical ones. Understand?" Berliat clapped his hands. "Tupolov!"
"Yes, sir!" A young Ugor soldier walked in. "General?"
"From now on, you'll follow Chief Engineer Urban."
"Yes, sir!"
The mission was completed!
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