"Appearance fee? Pension? Military expenses? "After listening to Berliat's plan, Suria frowned slightly.
Berliat proposed his idea cautiously.
The Ugol people believed that there were only three reasons why the Tsar was so anxious to send Rokossovsky's army to the Empire to save the Tsar.
First, the situation of the Chaos invasion was very bad, and Katarina urgently needed more troops to protect and help herself.
Second, she was very dissatisfied with Rokossovsky's group and intended to call them back to deal with them slowly.
Third, Katarina didn't want to transfer Luo Shuai's army back at all. She just wanted to use this as an excuse to bargain with Brittany.
According to Berliat's judgment, all three reasons should be there. As long as Kislöw's letter of credence was issued, she would be in an invincible position. She could either transfer Luo Shuai's army back to the Empire to command, or she could take the opportunity to get some benefits from the Knight King's Kingdom, such as material and military aid. At the very least, she could make the Knight King's Kingdom owe her a huge favor.
On the other hand, Belial's idea was to test the waters and see if Katarin wanted a sum of resources and funds, or if she was determined to transfer this army back to save the king.
If it was the former, then things would be easier. Berliat thought that there was no harm in giving some assistance. Kislöw was facing a crisis, its mountains and rivers were shattered, its homeland had fallen, and there were countless refugees. At this time, not only could he gain a good reputation by providing assistance, but it could also prevent Mrs. Kiesler from collapsing and becoming a believer of Chaos, or become a bandit and pillage everywhere.
If it was the latter, then Berliat's suggestion could be reversed.
Ask Tsar for money!
We, Brittania, sent troops to Erlengrad. In order to rescue Kislev, we did not hesitate to sacrifice ourselves and crossed the ocean to support Kislev. For this reason, we paid a great price. We lost hundreds of war horses, including military expenses, provisions, and pensions for the families of those who died in battle. We don't care about these things with you, the Tsar. You only need to pay 30%. Is it worth it?
But what about the rest?
The people we saved should be counted as money, right? The precious materials we saved, including many precious antiques, murals, sculptures, and books, should be counted as money, right?
Also, we paid for Kislöw's military expenses, including provisions, provisions, and the cost of transporting them back to the Old World, should be counted as money, right? "Not to mention, the cost of settling Luo Shuai's troops in Culona, the cost of maintaining them, as well as the cost of replenishing their equipment and soldiers, should be counted as Tsar's expenses as well, right?
"Lastly, in order to help you, Sir Kalad was heavily injured and fought Valmir Aislin, the supreme king of Norsk, in the midst of tens of thousands of soldiers. He ended the terrifying legend of Valmir Aislin. Now, Sir Kalad is heavily injured and will need to rest for a few months. This is a huge loss for us, so the cost of his appearance and medical expenses cannot be low.
Berliat did some calculations. For example, Kalad's appearance would cost 20000 crowns, the Brittany's military expenses would be 15000 crowns, and the compensation would be 8000 crowns. Each Bear Cavalry would cost 100 crowns, the winged cavalry would cost 50 crowns, the Red Sea Army would cost 40 crowns, the Ugor's mounted archers would cost 15 crowns, the normal conscripts would cost 5 crowns, the commoners would cost 1 crown, and so on.
In the end, Belial's calculation had reached six digits and was approaching seven digits.
"I don't think Katarina can pay that much." Suria thought that the proposal was a little too shameless.
"That's right, we can't pay that much. That's why we should discuss the terms." Berliat immediately added, "It's fine if we can't pay. We understand that Kislöw is in an unprecedented predicament. We are generous people, so we can let Mrs. Kiesler inherit their glorious tradition. That is, we can become mercenaries and earn our own maintenance fees and commissions. We can let Const Dante's troops work for us and deduct our costs. Let me do some calculations. In about 50 years, we can return this army to Her Majesty Katarina."
"Pffft!" The maidservants and attendants who were listening to Berliat couldn't help but laugh. Even Suria and Olica couldn't help but smile.
"You're really something, Berliat." The queen picked up the teacup in a perfect and elegant manner. Suria thought for a moment and made a decision. "It's a pity that we can't accept your plan."
"… It's just an immature idea. Your Majesty, please give me your advice." Belial immediately shut his mouth. He anxiously glanced at Sulia again, and when he saw that the queen only had a slightly reproachful expression on her face, he felt a little relieved. He hurriedly apologized: "I didn't think it through."
"You're wrong about one thing, Berliat." Suria carefully took a sip of the Darjeeling black tea. Then she took a scone and spread cream and jam with a knife. "If it were the Empire, it would be fine, but we're Brittany. We're the glorious Knight King. The spirit of chivalry and chivalry are the foundation of our country. It's also the image of our country that we've spent thousands of years building. Your plan is too shameless and will seriously damage our image."
"It's my fault." Berliat froze for a moment and quickly lowered his head to apologize. He thought to himself that he was doomed. He had habitually put himself in Mrs. Kiesler's mindset. Mrs. Kiesler's shamelessness was a habit. In order to sell grassland horses, horse dealers in Kislöw would even paint the horses' rotten teeth white with white paint. They would say that sick horses were "shy and not used to meeting people." They would say that infertile stallions lacked the nourishment of beautiful mares.
Berliat was used to being shameless. It was impossible to cultivate some chivalry in a short period of time. He had been following Laing for several years, but he still hadn't cultivated any chivalry.
Suria paused for a moment and then said, "In short, you've worked hard on this trip to Kislöw. Berliat, you've done a good job. Laing and I both know this. Also, Laing and I didn't promise too many conditions, but you managed to explain that it must have taken a lot of effort for Kalashnikov to move the Kirov factory to Brittany, right?"
"Your Majesty and Madam naturally have their own problems and difficulties to solve. Compared to the problems you two have to deal with, my difficulties are really nothing. It's my honor to do my best for Brittany. I'll do my best." Berliat said very humbly, "How can I disturb Your Majesty and add to Your Majesty's worries and troubles?"
"… Laing did not choose the wrong person. Berliat, you're a capable man." Suria praised, but the Queen raised a new question. "I know you've always done your best for Laing, but … you must have encountered a lot of trouble, right? For your own people? And for Madam Kiesler, who has suffered a lot, how did you do it? How did you get them to be obedient and come to Brittany? "
Berliat took a deep breath and thought for a long time. "First, respect. Second, honesty. But with these two points, I'll be able to get everyone's understanding."
"This is the truth that human beings have spent a long time to understand." Suria's tone did not fluctuate at all. Knight King's eyes gradually sharpened. She looked at Berliat and said, "But the truth is always trampled and forgotten. People always tend to use double standards to treat themselves and others. People always like to do everything they can to defend their environment! Don't use these bureaucratic words to fool me! Berliat! "
Berliat's forehead beaded with sweat. Ugor hurriedly got down from his seat and knelt on the ground again, not daring to say a word.
"Okay, get up and sit down." Suria gestured for Berliat to sit back down. Knight King hesitated for a moment before continuing, "That's not what I want to hear. Berliat, say something practical, just like how your mentor, Felix of Steel, advised the female Tsar."
"Well … Since Your Majesty asked, I can only say something impolite." Berliat clenched his fists and took two deep breaths. He knew that Queen Suria's test was coming!
Fight!
"Say it. I forgive you." Suria nodded.
"The order system of the old world is the feudal system. Whether it's the king or the emperor, they all enfeoff part of their territory to their vassals or give part of their power to their ministers. We are like a big family made up of small families." Berliat said sincerely, "All the troops and soldiers under my command are like the children of the family, and the king and queen are like the grandfather and grandmother of the family."
"And I, Berliat, am the daughter-in-law in the middle. Everything is done according to the duties of a daughter-in-law. I try my best to arrange the troops and soldiers properly, and I try my best to obey the orders of the king and queen." Berliat said slowly, "Being caught in the middle, it's natural to encounter many problems and grievances. Regarding these, I'll endure as much as I can and hide as much as I can. If I really can't take care of both sides, then I'd rather hurt and wronged my children than disobey the orders of my grandfather and grandmother!"
With that, Berliat raised his head for the first time. His eyes were clear and firm.
Suria and Olica were both moved.
This was Berliat. This was his thinking. This was the thinking circuit of an elite bureaucrat.
Yes, who wasn't a daughter-in-law who was caught in the middle?
Rokossovsky was, Berliat was, Laun was, and even Suria and Laing were, weren't they?
Even the supreme commander of the Imperium, the regent of the Imperium, His Excellency Robault Kiliman, was he not a daughter-in-law who was sandwiched between the billions of living beings of the Imperium of Mankind and the emperor of mankind?
"You're a good daughter-in-law." Suria stared at Berliat's face and saw that he was very sincere. She finally sighed. The princess of the Empire felt the same way. She finally nodded with a smile in agreement. "Very good, very good. Berliat, Laing and I were right about you. You're right. We're like a big family. As grandparents, we have to do our best. We can't let our wives and children suffer because of our own preferences."
"His Majesty has always been very good to us. You're the best grandparents." Berliat said sincerely again, "Ever since I became His Majesty's subordinate, the sky has cleared up for me … There are even doves of peace flying by with olive branches in their mouths! I wish His Majesty and His Majesty Laing a happy life. The crown prince will grow up quickly and become a great Knight King like His Majesty Laing in the future! "
"Hahahaha …" Suria was amused. The queen couldn't help but laugh. "Well, Berliat, you'll be busy from now on. How to reorganize Marshal Luo's army, how to provide rations and jobs, and how to distribute and settle the immigrants — you'll be busy."
"Your Majesty, please give the order. I'll do my best."
Olica lowered her head and whispered a few words in Suria's ear. Suria's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.
"Also, Berliat, your previous plan is not completely meaningless," the queen added.
"Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."
"I heard that it was because of the mutiny in Örengrád's Red Sea Army that Marshal Rokossovsky made up his mind to execute Cheka who came to carry out the execution order?" Suria asked.
"Uh … Yes, that's right. Madam, that group of Red Sea Army has been training in the inner lake of Örengrád all year round and fighting with Noska's Dragon Boat fleet at sea. They are more influenced by the people of the Empire and the Elves, and they don't really recognize Tsar's authority." Berliat said after some consideration. "And because the Red Sea Army needs to master more navigation knowledge, the quality of the soldiers is relatively high and their knowledge level is relatively high. It is said that when they have nothing to do, they like to get together and sing His Majesty's' La Marseillaise '."
"If that's the case, then, is it possible for this kind of mutiny to happen again?" Suria said casually.
"Of course it's impossible. We Brittany have generous food rations, clear rewards and punishments, and we never embezzle or embezzle. His Majesty Laing is just and strict, and his martial virtues are abundant. His prestige is unparalleled and convincing …" Berliat said subconsciously.
"Hmm?" Suria gently put down the teacup.
Suddenly, Ugor realized something. He couldn't help but say in ecstasy, "Oh! Of course! Of course! The Red Sea Army has accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction. There are no rewards, no food, and they are even treated as rebels. They eat the food of the Empire and receive the rewards of the Knight King! Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know what to do! "
"Very good, then I'll leave it to you."
"Yes!"
Berliat went out, leaving Suria and Olica looking at each other. The dark elf couldn't help but lick her lips. "What a talent, madam. I can guarantee that this guy can make a name for himself even in Nagaros. The Witch King likes this kind of people."
"With this, the problem of the female Tsar is solved." Suria nodded lightly. "Laing will have no worries."
"His army should have reached Herzig by now, right?"
"Yes, it is said that the army is already fighting with the Pernicious Army."
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