A love letter or two hundred days? This was a problem.
Although the former had only written a letter, Ryan was not Fulgen. The original member of the Emperor's Sons Song and Dance Troupe was proficient in all sorts of musical instruments. Fulgen liked the electronic music of the ukulele and was good at poetry and songs. He also liked Lucia and knew at least eight languages.
Most of Laing's energy had been focused on military and political affairs. He was only passable when it came to literature such as love letters. Although Talleyrand praised Laing's words, the cunning High Elf had actually hidden a warning in his words.
"I want to say perfect, Your Majesty. It's too perfect, in terms of human standards."
Important point: in terms of human standards.
What the sly High Elf was actually trying to say was that the standard of the love letter was only passable.
Whether or not one could hear it depended on the level of the monarch. If the monarch could understand and see through his thoughts, the cripple could be considered a very outstanding, obedient, efficient, and eloquent private minister.
Just like Berliat, whether or not a person of this level could be suppressed was a test of the monarch's ability. The monarch had to be constantly focused and alert. At the same time, it was best to make it difficult for the other party to predict his next move. Only then could they truly unleash their abilities.
Berliat was lustful and obsessed with power. Talleyrand was addicted to luxury and wealth. This was not a big deal to Laing.
If it was the Tai brothers … Just look at the Cocoa Duck named Finnuba (or Finnuba who looked like a Cocoa Duck), one would know what would happen.
Laing thought to himself that he definitely could not open this door. So … two hundred days?
How was this possible?
Laing's face turned green. In his backyard, the strongest fighters were Morgiana and Suria. Suria had excellent physical fitness and had the Emperor's blessing. Morgiana herself was a vessel of divine power carefully selected by the Lake Fairy. She could store and absorb a large amount of Laing's psionic energy. Then there were Olica and Lilith. Olica was greedy for time alone with Laing and did not simply enjoy it. Lilith was always extremely shy and always dragged Suria along.
Then there were Emilia and Veronica.
The weakest fighter was undoubtedly Teresa. Sorceresses usually completely surrendered in less than twenty minutes.
The bell outside the door saved the Knight King's life. The butler's voice was sealed outside the door by Morgiana, but the bell inside the house was not affected.
Morgiana glared at the door and had to let Laing go for now. Laing felt lucky. He quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on Morgiana's long skirt and stockings and kissed Morgiana's thin lips, "Dinner is ready. We'll talk about it later."
A few minutes later, in the banquet hall of Castle Christopher of Hawk.
The Empire sat on the right side, and the Brittany sat on the left side. Seeing that Laing was calm and did not seem to be in conflict, Elector Hildebrand Rudenhoff sighed in his heart. He knew that his provocation did not work. The method that worked on the Brittany knights in the past did not work.
No wonder Laing was known as the great Knight King who was on par with the first Knight King, Arthur. Hildebrand simply said to Laing and the others, "Your Majesty Knight King, dukes and nobles on the other side of the mountain, this is the Venison Banquet of Hawk. Venison is not a rare meat in Hawk. I heard that the knights are especially fond of venison. Today, we have specially prepared a Venison Banquet."
"Thank you, Mr. Hildebrand." Laing just smiled. The Knight King noticed that Veronica and Teresa were not back yet. He asked Aurora who was sitting behind him, "Where's Teresa? Where's Veronica? "
Aurora had changed into a Brittany classic white rose-shoulder dress to attend the banquet. Her white and slender swan neck was adorned with an exquisite black bow tie, and the slender black ribbon at the end of the dress naturally fell between her full cleavage, making her look mature and elegant. Her pointed black high-heeled shoes and thin honey-colored stockings completely showed off her figure. Her intellectual and mature charm carried the unique ability and temperament of Witch Garland. What a mature and gorgeous Ice Grand Wizard of the Holy Domain.
Was this the exclusive property of His Majesty Laing? The Kurfürst of Hawk thought. Looking at her arrogant appearance, she must be very favored to dare to act like this, right?
The Witch of the Holy Realm was in a good mood at this time for two reasons. First, no matter what, after many years of hard work (essentially, Laing's protection), she could now be considered to have entered the top of the pyramid of the Old World. This deer banquet was proof that Hawk had taken the initiative to invite her. The second reason was that.
"They said that they won't participate in the military and political affairs. They'll eat in the room." Aurora looked very proud. The Witch of the Holy Realm teased with a smile, "Teresa said that since His Majesty Laing can find time to write love letters in his busy schedule, then after dinner, they'll wait for you to write two more letters."
"Yes, one letter per person." Morgiana agreed with Aurora's opinion, which was rare. The Witch of the Lake Goddess said to Laing before the banquet started, "It's not troublesome. There are only three or four letters in total. Before you write them, you can 'check' them for me. The quality must pass."
Laing had to nod and agree. The Knight King did not want to be entangled in this issue anymore. Anyway, when the war was over, he should have more time to go back. At that time, he would accompany Morgiana for a warm little vacation or a solo hunting holiday. The Witch of the Lake Goddess was not difficult to coax. She was very clingy when they were alone.
However, Aurora frowned. The Witch of the Holy Realm had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and her pretty face was flushed. She felt that her chest was swollen, and her lower abdomen was a little sore. No matter how hard she tried to recall her lost memories, she could not remember what she had suffered most of the time when she was locked up in the monastery. However, she had recently begun to have some strange dreams.
The preparation of the venison banquet was very simple. Hawk had never been a place that produced luxury goods. The attendants killed a few deer, cleaned them, put them on the grill, cut them open with a knife, and then put a lot of corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, and venison together. They poured olive oil, sprinkled pepper, pepper, cumin, salt, and various spices imported from Aurora and Indy, and smeared them evenly.
After the barbecue was done, the delicious roasted deer were freshly cooked.
For the knights and nobles, venison was a delicacy that only the nobles could enjoy. It was a pleasant surprise to be able to eat a full deer banquet in Hawk today. Even Morgiana ate a little more, and Veronica and Teresa also sent a whole piece of roasted venison.
The feast was very satisfying for the Brittany who came from afar. Laing noticed that Bertrand and Davu ate the most, followed by Berchemund and Hagan. There were also piles of bones in front of the kingdom's regent, Laun. When the Knight King was chewing the delicious, juicy, and tender venison in his mouth, the Elector of Hawk brought up an old matter. "Laing, we have received new information about Auster. There are several groups of Undead Knights in blood-red armor who are constantly attacking the rear troops of Chaos and small scattered raiding troops in the Chaos occupied area. Do you know about this?"
"The Undead have also joined this war?" Laun was very sensitive about the Undead. The regent of the kingdom asked, "Is the information reliable?"
"It should be reliable. This is the information from Auster Mark." Elector Hildebrand nodded and said, "It is said that these Red Undead Knights are very powerful. They form a flag team of one to two hundred people and specifically choose scattered and small Army of Chaos to attack. Occasionally, they will join forces to attack larger Army of Chaos. These Red Undead Knights are very powerful. Many Chaos Champions have personally led their battle groups to fight after hearing this news. After several championship battles, the outcome was half, but this is already very exaggerated."
Everyone nodded. Although the outcome was half, it was the Chaos Champions! There were not many experts in the human world who could fight the Chaos Champions, especially in the Empire. The Empire had always been known for its basic army and the variety of troops, excellent long-range firepower, and powerful war machines. In terms of experts, although there were many in the Empire who could fight the Chaos Champions one-on-one, they were definitely not as good as the Brittany who had countless knights and heroes and the dwarven warriors who had undergone hundreds of years of training and battles in the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom.
"This is an opportunity, everyone," Elector Hildebrand said. "We should seize this opportunity and immediately send out our troops. While the Army of Chaos is attacked by the Undead, we should reinforce Wolfenburg. We don't need to defeat the Army of Chaos in one fell swoop, but we can try our best to save as many of our human compatriots as possible."
"… The Undead and humans are natural enemies. In the eyes of the Undead, we are food." Laing pondered for a few seconds and then said, "If someone comes to kill the pigs in your pigsty, your master will definitely do something."
"That's right. In the eyes of the Undead, we are the pigs in their pigsty. When Chaos comes, not only will it kill you and eat your pigs, it will also burn your pigsty to the ground. At this time, the Undead have no reason to ignore it." Boris Todbringer said, "But the Undead and we are definitely not friends. Ed, are you a little delirious?"
Hearing that, the Kurfürst of Hocke smiled bitterly. "I know that the Undead are not friends. In the name of Charlemagne, those skeletons only want to ride on our heads and be masters, but at least for now, they are fighting against Chaos."
"That's a good thing." Duke Berchemund also learned Laing's quirk. The old duke said in a low voice, "With these Undead restraining Chaos Jundu at the back, Wolfenburg will have more time to perfect its defense. Of course, Herzig will also be included. Mr. Hildebrand, you must be very happy, right?"
The Kurfürst of Hocke tapped the table with his finger in embarrassment. "I apologize to everyone here, but please consider my proposal carefully. The opportunity is fleeting."
This is a good Kurfürst. Laing couldn't help but sigh.
From the perspective of the Brittany, there was no doubt that Hildebrand's plan was very malicious. He wanted the Brittany to fight the Undead and deplete their forces. For this, he would rather sacrifice himself and the last five thousand field soldiers of Hocke.
However, what if it was from the perspective of the people of Hocke?
Hildebrand Rudenhoff was worthy of his title as Kurfürst and his people. For the safety of Hocke, he was willing to give up everything, including lowering his face to ask Laing and Boris to march, because he knew very well that Hocke couldn't withstand another torment. If they fought again, they would have to abandon Herzig and flee to the south or the north.
Since he was the lord of this territory and the lord of all his people, he had to think for them and be responsible for them. This was what a qualified noble should do.
Therefore, Laing didn't have any prejudice against Hildebrand. This Kurfürst was a good man. During the Battle of Herzig, he could have chosen to close the door and wait until the outcome of the battle was clear before opening the door, but he didn't. Instead, he fought in person.
"In that case, let's discuss it again tonight." Laing gave Hildebrand a way out.
Discuss it again, discuss it again.
Of course, the outcome was still not good. They had to wait for the arrival of the Empire's reinforcements. This was just to give Hildebrand an explanation and discuss the military situation internally.
After the venison banquet, Laing returned to his room. Laing, Berchemund, Hagan, Bertrand, Davu, and Morgiana were all in the room. A huge map of the northern part of the Empire was hung on the wall.
Now, the eastern part of Nord, the entire territory of Kislöw, most of Oster, and parts of Ostermark had fallen and were marked with black arrows by the people of the Empire.
Almost a quarter of the Empire's territory had fallen, but there was still hope. The main force of Chaos led by Motekin had penetrated deep into Oster's territory. Getwo's Orc army had been completely defeated, and the Tzeentch army and Nurgle army that were besieging Becafen had been defeated. Motekin's main force had entered the pocket formation called Oster's territory.
Other than Motekin's army, there was only the Army of Chaos that was looting around Nord and gathering at the Brass Fortress. Nord should be able to deal with these enemies on its own.
Laing's back was facing the map. The Knight King pointed at Wolfenburg and said, "The question now is, does Chaos have the ability to conquer Wolfenburg before we arrive? Will Motekin really try to kill the last of the Ostermen and Oleg von Zhukov like the rumors say? "
"According to the intelligence, the cause of this war was indeed the Great Northka Expedition," Lauren said. Lauren sat below. The Regent of the Kingdom thought for a moment and then said, "In fact, the marching route and behavior of Motekin Black Iron Avenger cannot be explained militarily. For example, why did he attack the well-defended castle of Von Zhukov? The only reasonable explanation is that he wants revenge. He wants to purify everything with fire and slaughter."
"You're giving Chaos a reasonable explanation?" Morgiana was annoyed. She wanted to have an after-dinner activity with Laing, but it was ruined by this group of people. The Lake Goddess Witch looked at Lauren unhappily and said, "Don't speculate about Chaos' thoughts, Lauren."
"This is not speculation." Duke Hagen looked at the map and said, "No matter what he does, there is a reason and cause. I also think that Motekin's initial plan and strategy to quickly defeat Kislöw showed that his military ability was very strong. However, after entering the Empire's territory, his standard deteriorated severely. He made many decisions that did not fit the situation and even wasted his troops. There is only one explanation. His target is Wolfenburg and Baron Oleg."
"Yes." Laing nodded. Knight King looked at the map carefully. He pointed his finger at the isolated island in the black sea — Wolfenburg, which was located at the southeast foot of the Central Mountain Range, and fell into deep thought.
Indeed, if they could use Wolfenburg as bait to annihilate the Chaos army in Auster, then for the Empire, the losses caused by this war would be barely bearable. However, if the Chaos army crossed the Talabek River and entered the core and most important area of the Empire, then the Empire would not be able to recover in a few years.
Brittany would benefit if the Empire did not fall. There were many benefits to having this huge monster at the front.
Then, should they try to fight a battle outside Herzig to see how strong the main force of Chaos was?
Just as Knight King was still thinking, Talleyrand pushed the door open. The high elf walked quickly with his cane and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Mildenheim sent a message!"
"What message? Why are you in such a hurry? " Laing did not look back. Knight King's back was facing everyone present. He was still looking at the map, observing the terrain of Auster's many forests and mountains.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Norman has passed away," Talleyrand whispered in Laing's ear.
Knight King's tall figure paused, and his hand that was pointing at the map stopped.
The light yellow magic lamp and candlelight illuminated Laing's back on the map.
The room was as quiet as the ancient Black Forest in the Central Mountain Range. Even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. Only the sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.
Laing pursed his lips, and the regent of the kingdom clenched his fists. Looking at Laing's motionless back, he suddenly thought of his son, Matthew Bard, and a feeling of hatred and grief shrouded his heart.
Duke Hagan and Duke Berchemund looked at each other and sighed softly.
Bertrand and Davu were silent.
Morgiana's eyes were filled with tears at this time. She wanted to stand up and hug Laing from behind, but now was not the right time.
The room was as cold as ice.
Laing was motionless. Knight King stood quietly, his shoulders trembling slightly.
After a few seconds, the hand that was pointing at Wolfenberg slowly moved down and dropped. Laing did not turn around. His back was still facing everyone. He just nodded slightly. "Understood."
"Yes." Talleyrand could hear the strong nasal sound in his master's voice. The lame man quickly excused himself.
"Lauen …"
"Yes!"
"Everyone … has worked hard. Today … let's … stop here." Laing still had his back to everyone. He slowly lowered his head.
"Meeting adjourned."
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