Old World, March 2515, Empire, Wolfenburg.
The war was over. The army needed to rest, the city needed to be rebuilt, and the leaders needed to discuss what to do next.
Although some people had doubts about how Motekin died, and why the Chosen One of Chaos would suddenly say a bunch of strange things and commit suicide when he could have fought a big battle, the truth was that Motekin was dead, and the army of Chaos collapsed. The army from the Empire and the army of his knight brothers saved the city and the people of Auster.
The city finally regained its peace, and the food supply was restored. The refugees could finally walk out of the damp, narrow, and smelly mines of the dwarven refuge to breathe in the fresh air. Most of the adult males had died in the war, and most of the survivors were women, children, and children. People gathered in groups of twos and threes. There were not enough tents, so many of them found a pile of rubble, wrapped themselves in blankets, and went to sleep.
It was a rare moment of peace, and the city was patrolled by the army.
Laing ordered his subordinates to take all the money that Rus brought and store it in dozens of dimensional rings. After that, he had some free time. "Why don't we walk around the city? Bertrand? Morgiana? "
"Tomorrow is the Day of the Holy Grail. Laing, I need to get ready." Morgiana shook her head. If it was just her and Laing, the Lake Goddess Witch could still consider it. However, Laing was now followed by a whole company of Old Guard, Bertrand, Davu, Raymond, and the others. They could not just walk around.
"Oh! Tomorrow is the Day of the Holy Grail. Yes. " Laing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly. The Knight King thought that the recent series of wars had really made him crazy. As the champion of the Chosen One of the Lake Goddess, it was indeed a little unreasonable for him to forget such an important festival like the Day of the Holy Grail.
"Forget it, let's go back first." Laing shrugged and motioned for everyone to go back first.
When they returned to the tent, everyone was not there. Aurora was now bedridden due to the heavy burden of summoning the Ice Elemental Supreme Lord. According to her, she would have to rest in bed for at least two to three months. Laing expressed his understanding and asked Veronica to arrange for someone to take care of her.
The female president ran off to look for young girls with magical talent as Laing had said. Veronica knew that she had to take up the responsibility now.
Morgiana also had to be busy with the Day of the Holy Grail. Duke Lauren was still discussing some minor details with the people of the Empire. Emilia and Teresa were still at the back. Laing thought about it carefully and realized that he really had nothing to do now.
He was now a little regretful that he did not bring Olica out. Outside of the military, it was indeed a little uncomfortable to have no one to serve him. There were many things that were inconvenient. Laing was also not interested in finding a few strong men to serve him. In the end, strange rumors like "The Secret History of Comrades in the Jungle" or "Brokeback Mountain" would spread. After all, such things were not banned in the Old World, especially in places like Tyrell.
The furnishings in the tent were luxurious. It was snowing outside. Laing thought to himself that it was still snowing even though it was already March. The impact of the Chaos invasion on the Old World, or at least the northern part of the Empire, was not small. Thinking of this, he simply shouted, "Come! Boil water, I want to take a bath! "
"Yes, sir!" The Old Guard outside the tent immediately responded.
After taking a hot bath happily, Laing put on a soft and comfortable bathrobe and leaned on the bed. The attendant put a small table for him so that he could lie on the bed and deal with all kinds of matters. Then, a cup of hot coffee was served.
"Where is Berchemund? And what are Bertrand and the others doing? "Ryan felt a headache as soon as he saw the thick stack of documents. The Knight King stopped the attendant.
"Duke Berchemund is wandering outside the ruins," the attendant replied. "Marshal Bertrand and the Old Guard were called by Her Highness Morgiana to help prepare for the Holy Grail ceremony tomorrow. Her Highness Morgiana said that all Brittany will receive the lady's gift, including jam biscuits, roast meat, and a glass of wine."
"Okay, I got it. You can leave now." Laing motioned for the attendant to leave. Knight King opened the documents and began to work. There were still countless things waiting for him to deal with.
While reading the documents, Laing was still wondering why Duke Berchemund had the time to wander around the ruins.
The Knight King's thoughts were a little too complicated.
In the ruins of Wolfenburg, in a huge tent that had just been set up.
Duke Berchemund opened the curtain of the tent with a group of knight attendants from Bastogne and entered the tent. The Red Dragon Duke had the Brittany holy sword, the Sword in the Stone, on his waist. He was wearing a red dragon cloak, a gorgeous red and yellow striped kite robe, and a reforged and strengthened Master Granny rune full-body plate armor, and a golden dragon cross helmet. The old duke's strength was close to that of a demigod, and his equipment was more expensive than the standard manors of ten great nobles combined.
After the war, the old duke had nothing to do and decided to take a stroll around. He also knew that his level of internal affairs was really terrible, so he simply threw everything to Ron and the others, and called for his attendants to take a look around.
Several pieces of news caught the attention of Duke Berchemund.
The first was that after the sanctuary was gradually lifted, many refugees began to walk on the streets. They lined up next to the porridge relief stall to get relief food, and they were also setting up stalls to sell some of their belongings.
The old duke found a lot of things, from all kinds of handmade products and books to vodka. Berchemund even saw a few wooden and iron statues of the former Tsar Boris, as well as the icon of the Bear God Essun and a small hammer that symbolized the Thunder God Thor.
There were even some relics of the Auster Dominion.
Out of interest, Duke Berchemund looked around and bought a lot of small things. The attendants behind him carried a big bag on their backs. Then the old duke noticed that some people were selling books. The books that were carefully framed in the printing factory of the Church of Essun in Kislöw in the previous era were sold at a very cheap price. They were sold for a few silver coins, or even a handful of copper coins. Other than the refugees of Kislöw, the refugees of Auster were the same.
The old duke sighed. There was nothing he could do about it.
The second matter was this one.
Bohemond's appearance caused the people inside to cry out in shock. Clearly, no one had expected the honorable Duke of the Red Dragon to appear here. Count Deven Hex was giving orders inside. When he saw Bohemond come out, his face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly came forward. "My Lord Duke, why are you …"
"What are you doing?!" Berchemund noticed that the tent was full of women! Most of them were young and beautiful! There were Austerians, Nords, and even Mrs. Kiesler. The old duke immediately thought of something. He shouted angrily, "Hex!"
"Duke!" Hex was embarrassed. He quickly pulled Berchemund aside. "It's just a business deal!"
"What business deal?!" Berchemund slapped Hex on the head. The old duke said angrily, "You're forcing women into prostitution! Hex! Do you know what you're doing?! Have you forgotten the Lady's teachings?! "
"They're willing! My Lord Duke! " Hex felt wronged. Count Deven said in a low voice, "Duke, do you know that 65% of the adult males in Austeria have died in this invasion? How many women and children are left behind? Today, Elector Wamir is still supplying food. What about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Everyone knows that Brittany is rich. The soldiers are rich. Many people are willing to … find a way out for their future. Do you know how many things have happened in the ruins? Even His Majesty Laing is turning a blind eye! "
"But you can't …" Duke Berchemund was still unhappy. "You can't be the middleman!"
"I said, they're willing! I'm just doing them a favor! " Hex saw that the old duke's attitude had softened, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot. "You know, there are people in the ruins who do this kind of thing. Five silver coins per transaction, and those middlemen can take three. In the end, these poor women can only get one silver coin and a handful of copper coins. So, I think we should just do it ourselves. The buyer spends less, the seller earns more, and the middleman earns more. There's no middleman to take advantage of the difference. We've only been open for half a day, and the turnover is way ahead!"
Bohemond learned from Hex that there were two types of transactions. The first type was a one-time * *, which required a certificate. Normally, Hex would just check if the girl was sick and send out a document. The second type was a permanent * *, which was essentially a buyout. Many girls and women lost their families. Some of them needed a sum of money to sell themselves, and some didn't even want much. However, they would need to sign a formal master-servant contract, the kind that the church was impartial.
A formal master-servant contract was very strict. It stipulated that both parties were in an employer-employee relationship. The most strict type was that if the master killed the servant, the master would have to pay with his life! Most of the women in the tent wanted to sign this kind of high-level master-servant contract. Some of them even said that if it was the Old Guard or the Grail Knight, they could sign the contract for free.
By the way, Hex's requirements were quite strict. He only accepted beautiful women between the ages of 14 to 28.
"Uh." Berchemund confirmed. The women in the tent all said that they were willing. There was also free food and a blanket in the tent. The old duke was a little embarrassed. He asked Hex, "But with such a big tent here, aren't you afraid …"
"Learning a foreign language." Hex smiled slyly. "The Brittany came from afar, and their accents are very different. In order to improve communication and work together to fight the enemy, we have to exchange accents and learn some local slang, right?"
"Oh, learning a foreign language." The old duke was intrigued. Berchemund then asked, "How much?"
"It's cheap!" Hex pointed at the row of beauties. Some had brown hair, some had black eyes, some had blonde hair, and most of them were in their early twenties. "The best ones are 50 crowns to 100 crowns. Pay up and sign a master-servant contract. If the prophets of the lake or Priest Shalia are willing to notarize it, you can buy them as maids too! Your Grace? "
"Ah, yes. You have to learn a foreign language well!" After Bohemond confirmed that this was a consensual deal, he finally smiled. "I want to learn a foreign language too. It's good to learn one more!"
"Yes, yes. You have to learn a foreign language well!" Hex nodded with a smile.
Duke Bastogne and Count Devin smiled at each other. Seeing that the old duke really wanted to 'learn a foreign language', the women in the tent scrambled to surround him and promote themselves. They didn't even want a single cent and wanted to become Duke Berchemund's personal property. The old duke gestured for them to stand in a row so that he could pick. He also had his subordinates take out a few bags of gold crowns to ensure that they wouldn't be short of money. One of the most important principles of chivalry was fairness.
At that moment, the tent's flap was pulled open and a group of Rick's guards rushed in. Berchemund's knight squires immediately raised their swords and went on alert. The Rick's guards were also aggressive.
"What's going on? What's going on? "
"This is the Brittany's tent! Empire, what are you doing?! "
Rick's guard, Helberg, walked in from the outside. The old commander had a serious look on his face, and the hilt of the rune tooth, Hatred, on his waist was shining. He first looked at Hex and Bohemond with a serious look, and then he looked at the women who were hiding in the corner of the tent in a dignified manner. He sighed.
"You have to learn a foreign language well, Your Grace Hex. I want to learn a foreign language too!"
The atmosphere in the tent immediately relaxed, and everyone burst into laughter.
"Learn! You can learn anything! Marshal Helberg, which one do you want to learn? Do you want to bring it back and learn it yourself? "
"There's no need for that. Just arrange a class for me."
"Arrange it. Arrange it now."
… I'm learning a foreign language …
Berchemund and Helberg went to learn a foreign language. Our Knight King, Laing, was still lying in bed and correcting documents.
While correcting the documents, Laing soon saw an official letter from Emperor Karl-franz. The tone of the letter was tough. First, he congratulated them on their glorious victory in Wolfenburg. Then, he congratulated them for killing (forcing) the Eternal Chosen One, Dark Iron Motekin. But then, he changed the topic. In the letter, the Emperor asked the army in Wolfenburg to march as soon as possible after a short rest. He wanted them to try their best to end the battle before the spring plowing began. If they could not eliminate all the Army of Chaos, they should at least drive the Army of Chaos out of the Empire.
The wording of the letter was tough and a little rude. Laing frowned after reading it. Knight King was also unhappy. We're fighting at the front, and you're in charge of urging the army to march from the back?
But soon after the letter was a private letter from Emperor Karl-franz to King Laing. In the letter, the Emperor said that the tough wording and urging the army was because he had no choice but to do so. He hoped that Laing could understand. Even though Emperor Card was strategizing and deploying resources to the limit, the Empire's finances were starting to run out. The Emperor said that he hoped that Laing could end the battle as soon as possible. Otherwise, the pressure on the rear would increase. If they did not make it in time for the spring plowing, the northern part of the Empire, especially Auster and Auster Mark, would suffer a great loss.
At the same time, the Emperor also hoped that Laing could at least give Emilia the position of joint commander. It was a completely empty position. That way, at least he could answer to the people of the Empire, the Old World, the Humans, the Dwarves, and the High Elves. Otherwise, Motekin's invasion of the Empire would seem too cowardly.
Until now, everyone in the Old World remembered the epic victory of the Battle of the Three Kings the most.
Who commanded it? Brittany's greatest Knight King after Arthur, Laing -Macado, commanded it.
Laing couldn't help but laugh after reading it. Emperor Card was the one who suffered. He couldn't feel any displeasure or complaint at that moment. He laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his coffee cup.
At that moment, a platinum light suddenly lit up in the tent. A beautiful figure appeared from the white light and thick fog.
"I'm here! Laing! "
"My dear, I'm here. I'm here to see you and the knights. Come and catch me!"
Just as he stretched out his hands, Laing's face was pressed by something. The pressure made our Knight King unable to breathe.
"Ugh …"
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