This time, Berliat had brought more than 3,000 people from Kislöw, and almost all of them were scholars, skilled workers, and elite soldiers. They were looking forward to their new lives, but they were also a little scared. Under the Old Guard's orders, the Mrs. Kiesler was asked to go down from the cabin. The supplies had already been arranged at the dock.
Every refugee from Kislöw could receive a standard ration of food (two bottles of cider, a big bag of hot dogs, and a big bowl of oatmeal per person) and a blanket. Then, the soldiers would load them onto the carriages and transport them away in waves.
From a certain point of view, it was not wrong to call them gray livestock. Laing looked at the group of Mrs. Kiesler from afar. He then said to the Old Guard's commander, Bertrand, and the deputy commander, Davu, who were standing behind him, "Take some people to see if there are any strange people who have sneaked in. Also, check the cabin and clean up the scene. Ask those who are not involved to leave first."
"Yes, sir!" Bertrand and Davu nodded. The Old Guard immediately stepped forward to maintain order and drive away the citizens of Bordero who had come to watch the show.
In the past few years, Bordero had been expanded three times, and the Mannen Dry Dock had reached its largest scale in history. Every day, the dock was fully operational, producing ships at full capacity. Many shipbuilders had made a fortune because of this. The Church of the Sea God Mannen and the Sea God Knights had also made a lot of money.
Laing could not do anything about it. Brittany seemed to have a long coastline, but there were only two good ports, Le-Angoulin and Bordero. Since Richard's abdication, the Duke of Le-Angoulin had been replaced by Taubert. However, this guy, like Richard, disliked Laing and the reform. Although he remained loyal and obedient to Laing's orders, Laing was still more willing to go to Bordero, which fully supported him.
On the one hand, Laing was happy that Berliat had successfully completed his mission and brought so many people back. On the other hand, it made Laing frown. The Knight King said to Suria, "I was right, wasn't I? The situation in Kislöw looks bad. The more people there are, the worse it gets. "
Suria was wearing a romantic white checkered dress, a high-end dress given by Emilia. She also wore a pair of thin velvet black pantyhose and a platinum cloak. It seemed that because Emilia had been staying in the Knight King's kingdom recently, Suria had been dressing up. The female knight looked even more graceful and luxurious in this dress. She had the bearing of a queen. After hearing Laing's words, her beautiful face showed a thoughtful expression. "You're right. Kislöw is the first line of defense of the old world against Chaos. It can't fall. Should we provide some assistance?"
"We did!" Laing smiled with his hands behind his back. "Didn't I send Berliat? First of all, we sent a lot of supplies over at a fair price. Then, we helped Her Majesty Katarina reduce her burden. She can save a lot of money and food to feed people. Isn't that great? My brother said that it's a good thing! "
"Human traffickers, hypocrites. You people from the Knight King's kingdom are all hypocrites!" Emilia said unhappily.
"Your brother? I remember his name is Zhuang Sen? He's quite a gloomy person. When he smiles, it looks like a fake smile. He doesn't look like an optimist like you said. " Suria suddenly thought of Laing's brothers. The female knight was really interested in Laing's strange brothers. "You rarely mention him."
Laing thought to himself, I didn't mention a brother. Knight King thought for a while and couldn't help but laugh. "Let's not talk about that. The only ones who can make Brother Zhuang Sen laugh are you and little Devenhill."
"Huh? Brother Zhuang Sen is so serious? " Suria was a little surprised. But when she thought that she had only met that brother twice, she didn't say much.
"Hmph! If you want to talk about gloominess, your brother Clarkson is the most terrifying. " Emilia's voice came from the side. The clothes that the Empire Duchess was wearing today were actually the same style as Suria's. The difference was that her cloak was Nur's unique black-gold, and her stockings were replaced with crimson velvet stockings. The Duchess of the Empire, whose aura was faintly suppressed by Suria's, deliberately joined the conversation. "When I was still pregnant with Frey Derick, he and your father bypassed the tens of thousands of soldiers in the Nur city, bypassed thousands of guards in the wealthy district, and bypassed the black tower defense system that I carefully designed and hundreds of black tower guards to appear directly in front of me. I was almost scared to death. Until now, I still don't understand how they broke through that perfect defense system."
"There's no such thing as a perfect defense system. That was a surprise father and brother wanted to give you." Laing smiled casually. "Well, the situation is almost there. Let's go back and let Berliat talk to us in detail about Kislöw's situation. Also, let's meet this' Urban 'master."
The few of them nodded. Laing had always been secretive about his family background, and he could only occasionally hear a little about it. Anglo always shook his head and smiled in the face of such questions. Everyone knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so they didn't force him.
Laing, Suria, and Emilia turned around and got into the royal carriage. The three of them sat down. Suria originally wanted to sit opposite Laing, but Laing directly hugged his wife and did not let her go. Her husband's action made the queen very embarrassed, but she soon realized that Laing was supporting her in this way.
Thinking of this, Suria's heart was filled with sweetness. She let her husband hug her and said softly, "Laing, have you still decided to let Lucian go to the Infernal Land as the marquis of the three guards of the Infernal Land?"
Just a few days ago, Baron Lucian's request to be transferred to the Infernal Land had been placed on Laing's desk. He really wanted to go to the Infernal Land.
"That's right." Laing nodded and said, "On one hand, Lucian strongly requested that he give up the land of the Spire Palace and transfer it to the Infernal Land. This is because he's good at training and managing troops. Governing a territory is not his forte. He hopes to have a platform to show off his skills. On the other hand, I've discussed it with François and Hex, and I think it's doable. Also, my influence is growing. It's time to train some generals who can take charge of things on their own."
During the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, Laing realized that he had made the same mistake as Napoleon.
He had placed too much emphasis on the knights and nobles under his command. He suspected that he had too much control over them. The knights and nobles under his command often had to listen to his orders. They lacked enough autonomy and flexibility, and they lacked the ability to command battles independently.
In the past, Laing's territory was small, so he could do this. Everyone could listen to his orders, and he could control the whole situation alone. However, as his territory grew larger and his army grew larger, he had to train a group of independent commanders who could control the whole situation.
He planned to train Count Devon, Hex, Baron Biokary, Juan, and Lucian to be independent commanders. The knights and nobles under his command already had rich battle experience and tactical ability. With more training, their strategic ability would be improved very quickly.
"Okay." Suria nodded after hearing it. Strictly speaking, Lucian was obviously a Vanford's faction. She certainly hoped that this distant relative of hers could control more troops and power. "Since you've made up your mind, I have nothing else to say."
"Nine thousand people, divided into three legions, and stationed at three places in the Infernal Land. The dwarves will build fortresses for us and provide supplies." Laing continued, "As for the wood elves, they promised to use the roots of the Oak of Ages to transport large amounts of supplies for us once or twice."
Laing found it a little funny when he thought of this. As the commander of the wood elves, Aralos mysteriously disappeared after the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition. Lilith told him about Aralos' speculations and thoughts, and said that she had already punished Aralos and sent him on an "atonement expedition." So, Laing didn't need to criticize her anymore. He could just pretend that he didn't know anything.
"Hmm, if you need it, Laing, Nur can also send troops." Emilia looked at Laing and Suria's affectionate appearance and said sourly, "That's on the premise that you still remember that little Frey Derick is your son."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Laughter rang out in the carriage.
About half an hour later, Laing, his queen Suria, and Countess Emilia of the Empire received Berliat and the "Urban" he brought this time in the reception room of Bordero Castle.
"He's here, he's here, he's here from Ostmark!" Berliat had a flattering smile on his face as he came in with the former chief engineer of Kislöw. He smiled at Laing and Suria and said, "In order to get him out, we spent a lot of effort."
"Very good, welcome, Mr. Urban. Welcome to Brittany!" Laing laughed loudly and motioned for Berliat and the others to sit down.
The chief engineer of Nur, Maybach, was also present. He was hired by Laing to come to Brittany this time to provide technical guidance for a short period of time and at the beginning of the Muxilon Gun Factory. When he saw Mr. Urban, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Ha ha ha ha, Mr. Urban? I don't think you're Mr. Urban! "
"Then who am I?" The former chief engineer of Kislöw, Sheogh, had already been dressed up and arranged by Berliat. He was wearing a simple gray engineer's suit, and his hair and beard were carefully trimmed. He had completely changed his style. During the return journey, Berliat even let him stay on the deck to bask in the sun so that his skin tone would become darker. At this time, if Sheogh was not very familiar with someone, it would be impossible to tell his identity.
Unfortunately, the chief engineer of Nur, Maybach, was that very familiar person. The two had met many times and had also done research together. Laing also considered that the two would be working together for a period of time, and it would be impossible to hide it, so it was better to be honest. The Nur would definitely not reveal Sheogh's identity for no reason.
As expected, Maybach recognized his old friend at a glance. He said meaningfully, "Mr. Urban, you came from Hell (Sheogh)."
"Yes, I came back from Hell!" Sheogh was very proud. He opened his arms, making his thin and tall figure even more obvious. "Do I welcome you?"
"You old thing, you really are a scourge." Maybach shook his head helplessly. He understood.
"Welcome to Brittany, Mr. Urban. We've heard of your name for a long time. Here, I hope to hire you as the chief engineer of the second workshop of the newly built Musillon Gun Factory," Laing said with a smile. "It's been a long journey."
"Second workshop?!" The moment Sheogh came up, he blew his beard and glared. The former chief engineer of Kislev was immediately enraged. "You spent so much effort to get me out, and all you've got is a second workshop for me?! Then who's the chief engineer of the first workshop? Is he worthy? "
"The chief engineer of the first workshop is the dwarf engineer, Mr. Dugan Tiehan. I believe you'll definitely become a good partner with him." Suria took over the topic. Knight King's words were very sincere and gentle. "Please believe in our sincerity."
"Oh, a dwarf. Then it's fine." Sheogh nodded. He ignored Berliat's warning gaze and sat down on the soft sofa. He picked up the wine on the table and drank half a bottle in front of everyone. He then reached out and grabbed the pastries on the table to eat. "Alright, I'll be the chief engineer of the second workshop. I don't have any other choice anyway. If I'm not wrong, you won't let me leave, right? Alright, I'll be the chief engineer of Urban from now on. "
"Very good. Very straightforward." Laing nodded. "Then, let's talk about the salary. Mr. Urban, do you have any requests?"
"Of course I do." Urban (or simply Urban from now on) stretched out two long fingers. "First, salary. I want at least 200 crowns a year!"
"I can give you 300," Laing said directly.
"A villa of 300 square meters for me to live in! At least five servants. "
"Alright."
"Arrange a maid for me. Remember, a maid."
"No problem. Berliat will arrange that for you."
"At least 150 grams of vodka and 500 grams of meat a day. If it's beef or mutton, castrated chicken is fine too."
"Alright."
"A ten-hour work day and at least one day off every ten days. I also want to enjoy all the holidays in this country."
"Alright." Laing nodded patiently.
"In terms of technology, I need Your Majesty to guarantee me enough research funds. At least … 30,000 gold marks a year. Also, you can't interfere with me in any way. Also, I need you to build an engineering academy. I have too many things to teach the future generations. I'm already in my forties and won't live for much longer, but the precious knowledge can't be lost."
"No problem. I've already negotiated a cooperation with Nur. The Mu Xilon Engineering Academy will be built under the Mu Xilon Military Academy." Laing agreed as well. "At the same time, we will also regularly hire engineering lecturers from the Nur Artillery Academy to teach here. As for technology, we won't reject new technology and new weapons. However, your new proposal must be approved by Mister Dugan. If he doesn't agree, you can convince him through technology. Also, with so much funding a year, you have to satisfy the military needs and technical targets we propose! As for the use of funds, we will also send people from the Church of the Lady of the Lake to supervise. The direction and progress of the research and development will be reported quarterly. This will be directly handled by me or Sulia. Similarly, if you have any questions, you can directly raise them to me or Sulia. "
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Your Majesty, you're an angel! " Seeing that Laing had basically agreed, Urban danced happily. "Very good, I accept your employment. You can pass the contract to me to sign! Essun above … "
"Not Essun, it's Tarr, Mr. Urban!" Berliat said in Urban's ear with a fake smile. "You believe in Tarr. Seems like your memory isn't very good."
"Oh, Tarr above. His Majesty Laing, compared to Her Majesty Katarín, you're an angel!" Urban repeated. His words made Suria and Emilia laugh uncontrollably. Berliat's face darkened even more. This lieutenant general Ugor directly asked Laing in an ambiguous tone, "Your Majesty, I think this Mr. Urban is a little confused. We should immediately inform the Druidic Order and arrange a grand baptism ceremony for him to remember his identity as a devout believer of Tarr."
"Approved!" Laing said very formally. After that, Knight King himself couldn't help but laugh.
Just like that, the entire reception room was filled with happy laughter. Even the Old Guard at the door couldn't help but laugh because they knew that Knight King would never blame them for laughing at this time.
Vincent, the chief tax officer of the kingdom and Sylvia's father, quickly drafted the contract for Urban to sign. After signing, Urban was personally led out by Berliat. The miscellaneous people in the room also left, leaving only Laing, Suria, and Emilia. Knight King signaled the Old Guard to call Berliat back again. "Berliat, tell me everything you've seen and heard along the way and the whole story."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Berliat sat down. He took out a whole bag of documents and put it on the table. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, Kislöw is now in a very bad situation. There could be a big turmoil at any time."
"Yes, I can see that. Now, tell me everything."
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