Just as Wolfenburg's army was approaching the border, Hocke's capital, Herzig.
It was the beginning of March, and Herzig was still very cold. However, it was no longer unbearably cold, and the army was resting in Herzig.
Not only did the army's stay not bring any trouble to Herzig, it even caused a huge abnormal prosperity. All kinds of logistics and military supplies from the south of the Empire arrived at the frontline one after another. Not only did the army not cause chaos due to the large number of troops stationed here, the public order in Hocke and Herzig was unprecedentedly stable because of the large number of troops stationed here.
This made Elector Hildebrand of Hocke secretly relieved, especially because Laing's management of the army was very strict. Even though the army was stationed here, the Brittany army still had to undergo very strict training, and the management of the knights was done by Duke Berchemund and Morgiana. This allowed the Brittany to maintain good discipline and not disturb the people.
Mildenheim was also quite strict in this regard, except for those White Wolf Knights who would easily go crazy after getting drunk and whistle at women.
Knight King sat in his own room, dealing with all kinds of documents that piled up like a mountain. As the commander of the army and the king, Laing didn't take the time to be intimate with Morgiana, Veronica, Teresa and the others. Instead, he had a lot of things to do.
As the king, Laing had to go through most of the documents and various specific questions, including the large number of requests from the army under his command and the opinions between the nobles, the list of military supplies and the distribution of military pay, as well as the large number of reports and troop movements sent from the Empire, as well as the scattered intelligence obtained by a small number of scouts who entered Auster.
The numerous miscellaneous matters made Laing rather annoyed, but Knight King knew that there was nothing he could do about it. After all, as the king and the commander, it was best for him to personally go through many things. Only then could he ensure the smooth operation of the entire system and control corruption as much as possible.
Of course, there had to be a certain degree of control. It wasn't that he didn't look at all of them, that would be completely delegating power. It wasn't that he didn't look at all of them either, that would be exhausting himself to death. The prime minister and Old Zhu were typical examples.
To put it simply, Laing's style of governance was to take care of major matters and minor matters, and to be prepared to deal a heavy blow at any time. Fortunately, Knight King was full of energy.
At the same time, a love letter from Emilia was sent to Laing.
"The lion of Gene City, the great Knight King Laing -Macado who has accomplished countless miracles, congratulates you on your great victory in the Battle of the Three Kings."
"You are my love and the person I admire. My feelings and love for you are beyond words."
"The moment I received the letter, I decided to go to Hersig and meet you personally."
"Because I want to touch the person who protected and cherished me as soon as possible ~"
"My child's father, please wait for my good news."
"Emilia Von Lebowitz -Bernardino, Countess of the Empire."
"Salutations."
There was a faint red lip print on the letter.
"Ah, that's great ~ There's even a love letter! Laing and I have known each other for a long time, and he has never written more than two love letters to me! " Today, Veronica was wearing a classic Rose Herzig dress. The neckline of the dress was very low, and the buttons in front of the chest were not fastened. Her full breasts were held tightly by the collar, and a deep and seductive cleavage was drawn out. Her straight and well-proportioned body was wrapped in a pair of thin black patterned pantyhose, and paired with a pair of black strappy heels with red soles. The prideful female president was as alluring as a fully bloomed flower. Unfortunately, her face was filled with jealousy. She was holding Amelia's love letter in her hand and reading it out loud. Then, she said indignantly, "Ryan, you seem to be very relaxed. You even have the time to write a love letter to your Countess?"
"Laing has never written a love letter to me." Teresa was now Laing's private secretary. The sorceress was dressed in standard office lady attire today. A long black windbreaker, a white calico shirt, and a tight-fitting skirt gave her the temperament of a white-collar beauty. The silver jacquard pattern on her thick black stockings and the silver chain on her high-heeled boots were the finishing touches.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. My dear doesn't like us little witches anymore ~" Veronica said sourly.
"That's for sure. Laing's favorite now is probably the court ladies, right?" Teresa said, and the sorceress' face was flushed. She was flustered and exasperated. Laing had known her for so long, and he had never written a love letter to her!
She did not even have the right to show off!
"That's right, my dear. Her Highness Morgiana said to arrange, arrange, at least two letters for each of you!" Veronica waved Emilia's love letter in her hand unhappily, and then put it on Laing's desk. "And the quality must be up to standard!"
"Isn't it just one letter? How come it's two now? " Laing sat at the back and looked at the documents with a bitter smile. Knight King's face was a little tired. He put the documents in his hand and said helplessly, "I've already promised you one letter each. Don't force me anymore, okay?"
"How is one letter enough?" Teresa said unhappily. "Morgiana said you would write her two letters, so …"
Laing looked at the sorceress' indignant look with some amusement. Knight King stretched out his finger and gently poked Teresa's waist. "Pinch ~"
"Ugh!" Teresa's body suddenly went limp as if she had been electrocuted. The sorceress hit Laing's body in embarrassment and anger. She covered her waist, which was now sore and numb.
"Don't look away!" Veronica put her hands on her waist, her full breasts bouncing back and forth. She said indignantly, "Just tell me if you're going to write or not!"
"That's not important right now." Laing quickly pulled out a new document from the pile. "My dear, I have a mission for you. A very important mission."
"What mission?" Veronica's attention was diverted.
"A large number of new supplies have arrived at Herzig Wharf along the Tarabek River. Veronica, go and check with the logistics officer of the Empire." Laing took out a document and wrote a note to Veronica. "Bertrand and Raymond will assist you. Remember to check on them."
"Alright, alright. I'll check it for you." Veronica also knew that business was important. Garland reached out to take the note and wriggled out.
After Veronica left, only Laing and Teresa were left in the room. The sorceress was scared when she saw Laing's malicious gaze. She wanted to run away, but her body was sore and weak. She quickly changed the topic. "Why do you want Veronica to go? Aren't Laun and Talleyrand in charge of this? "
"Laun is a military aristocrat. He doesn't know much about the crooked ways of his subordinates. As for Talleyrand, if you don't restrain him well, he'll just get an extra share." Laing reached out and pulled Teresa over to sit on his lap. The sorceress's body was cold and comfortable to hold. Laing deeply inhaled the lavender fragrance of her waist-length black hair and said softly, "As for Bertrand and Raymond, they don't know much about the logistics system and can be easily fooled."
"Military supplies, is it?" Theresa struggled in Ryan's arms for a while, but when she realized that she had no strength left, she relaxed and allowed Ryan to take off her boots and grope her long, black stockings. The sorceress was not convinced and said, "Then I can do it too. Why did you let Veronica do it?"
"Hahaha, that's because you have another mission." Laing's smile became more and more malicious.
"What … mission?" Teresa was a little disappointed, but also a little expectant.
"We still have so many documents to deal with!" Laing took a large stack of documents from the side. Knight King put away his malicious expression. "Really, not fighting is more tiring than fighting."
"How about half an hour of relaxation?" Teresa leaned into Laing's arms and whispered, "I feel a little strange recently. It's always …"
"Then, you have to keep your voice down!"
"I, I'll try."
… I'm using the section break softly …
Near Castle Christopher, the Old Guard Barracks.
Old Guard Commander Bertrand Eye of the Tartar and Raymond Mountbatten, the battalion commander of the Old Guard Halberd Battalion, led forty to fifty Old Guard in winter coats and weapons behind Veronica. They were going to check the newly arrived military supplies and pay today.
Ever since Raymond received his knighthood, he had the right to have a surname. This thirty year old serf battalion commander had received the olive branches of many noble families. In the end, he chose to accept the invitation of a famous local noble, Lord Philip Mountbatten, and registered his surname as Mountbatten. It could be said that he had officially been accepted by the nobles.
After Veronica handed the note to Bertrand, she naturally became the leader of the group. The charming and sweet female president led the group to the docks to welcome the arrival of the imperial fleet. As Veronica's attire was quite provocative, many people peeked and pointed at her along the way. Veronica did not care about this at all. As a witch, she had to face this kind of thing, and she had gotten used to it over the decades.
"Lady Veronica, this is the current Herzig." The head of the old guard, Bertrand, had the holy emblem of Tal flashing on his forehead. His mustache today had obviously been specially trimmed and decorated, making him look particularly stylish. Bertrand followed behind Veronica and said to her, "It's a very abnormal prosperity. Too many people rely on our army to fill their stomachs."
"Yes, everyone knows that the soldiers have money in their pockets. Every day after we finish eating, there will be a large group of refugees waiting for leftovers outside the barracks. There are vendors everywhere at the entrance of the barracks. There are also women lining up to sell themselves. Most of them are women in Kislöw." Raymond exhaled white smoke from his mouth as he spoke. The Old Guard battalion commander said to Veronica, "Now the refugees in Herzig are relying on the spending power of our army to support them. I can't imagine what will happen if we withdraw."
"That's something that will happen after we withdraw." Veronica's voice was very sweet, but her attitude was very cold. "That's not something we should worry about. The soldiers' spending is already giving the refugees a way to survive. Also, we have to tighten the military discipline. Don't disturb Laing. He has enough on his plate."
"Don't worry, Lady Veronica. I have always been very strict with the military discipline. Except for the holidays, all the soldiers can only go out for a short while after dinner. We have a strict curfew unless the soldiers don't want to work anymore." Bertrand thought for a while and shook his head. "But we can't do anything else, especially the serf soldiers. I heard that they like to spend money on Kislöw women."
Veronica could only shake her head helplessly. It was hard to stop such things. The serf soldiers were not as strict as the Old Guard, which was a fully professional army. As for the knights … there was no such requirement in the Eight Virtues of Knights. It was said that Duke Berchemund had bought many Kislöw girls to be his maids.
No! I have to keep an eye on Laing! That was what Veronica thought. Otherwise, who knew if there would be a new bitch coming to share the resources?
A new anecdote came out of their small talk.
In the past week or two, a large number of poor people gathered around the Brittany army's barracks every day, waiting for the Brittany army to sell their leftovers.
In the military supplies provided by the Empire, many of the meat were large Empire Black Forest sausages, which were provided to the Brittany as meat. However, most of the Brittany were not used to this kind of heavy sausages. If it was an ordinary serf soldier regiment, it would be fine. After all, it was meat. But the knights, the Old Guard, the engineers, and the artillery troops would not force themselves to eat it. They would rather use their military pay to buy fresh meat from the market than eat the heavy sausages of the Empire.
This led to a large waste of sausages.
The cunning high elf, Mr. Talleyrand Morris Bennister, Laing's personal advisor, suddenly thought of a way to get rich. Talleyrand ordered his men to collect the sausages and leftovers that were disliked by the knights and the Old Guard. He then brought them out of the barracks and sold them to the poor and refugees at a very cheap price.
I, Talleyrand, am also a great philanthropist!
Just a few coppers, a few coppers can get two pieces of hard black bread and a sausage. There's a limited supply, so I'll stop when I'm sold out! If you can buy it, you'll earn it. You can't miss this opportunity. Old and new friends are welcome to come and buy it!
The poor and refugees were moved to tears. In a place like Hawke Hill where food was scarce and meat was hard to come by, these leftovers were the only source of meat for many people. They were cheap for a few copper coins and were deeply loved by the people.
The Brittany sold these sausages to avoid wastage, which was in line with the spirit of chivalry. The knights and the Old Guard were also very satisfied with their good deeds. They suddenly felt that they had noble virtues.
In the end, Talleyrand made a lot of money from this business. Although the price was cheap, the cripple, who had no capital to speak of, relied on quantity to win, and his little treasury became thicker and thicker.
Everyone was happy. Hawke led his men home with the leftovers, boiled water, threw the sausages into the pot, and stewed them with some salt and local sauces. They enjoyed the meat deliciously.
The boiling pot, the hot food, the curling white smoke, and a few people cooking in the house were the only solace in the dark age.
This meal was called "army hot pot."
Bertrand and Raymond didn't know whether to laugh or cry when they talked about it.
Veronica trembled with laughter after hearing the story. The president of the Sorceress Assembly laughed with her hands on her hips and almost fainted.
What a cunning cripple! He could think of such an idea!
Veronica suddenly felt that she had to broaden her thinking.
After the anecdote ended and everyone laughed, Herzig's dock was in sight.
However, the situation today was a little different. In addition to a large number of transport ships carrying new supplies, several large warships and a large passenger ship were docked at the port first.
The cabin door opened, and a group of fully armed royal knights wearing shining armor and crimson feather ornaments appeared on the dock. The leader was a tall general who had the image of a typical brave warrior.
His armor was polished to the point that it shone like a mirror. His strong arms were as tough and unyielding as his aura. Of course, there was also his trademark long mustache that looked like it had been waxed, and his unique eagle-winged helmet.
Marshal Rick Helberg led the Rick Praetorian Guards, the Karonburg Swordsmen, and the Brunswick Glory Guards to arrive!
Following him was the emperor's personal champion, the Empire's flag bearer, the Sanctuary powerhouse Ludwig Schwarzhammer! This white-bearded grandfather was tall and strong, and he didn't smile much. He just led the soldiers to dock calmly.
Veronica's expression changed slightly. Before she could go up to greet him, another new warship docked!
On the warship hung the flag of Nur's Libra City with a black background and a golden lion!
The Nur's army had also arrived!
The Armoured Nur and the Empire's private guards, the Blackstone Guards, quickly disembarked from the warship. They immediately lined up in two neat rows. Nur's Grand Marshal Erstein and Nur's Chief Justice Theodor Bruckner disembarked one after the other and stood on both sides to wait.
A gorgeous figure appeared from the cabin. The flame-like red dress and the black and gold coat made her look even more noble and sacred.
"Long time no see, Lady Veronica!"
"How have you been?"
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