The next day, before dawn, the whole of Wolfenburg was bustling with activity.
The Brittany, especially the serf soldiers, were the first to wake up. They had gone to bed early the night before in anticipation of this moment. Batch after batch of livestock were slaughtered, cauldrons and ovens were lit, and people gathered together to sing and dance (although it was not very nice) and recite the glorious epic adventures of the Knights of the Holy Grail (although the singing was not very good), celebrating one of the two most important festivals in Brittany.
The reason for the Day of the Holy Grail has already been explained in the previous article, so it will not be repeated here. However, it is worth mentioning that the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake are legal holidays in Brittany. The Church of the Lake Nymph had decreed that these two festivals must be taken off for at least three days. There was no reason for the knights to give the serfs a holiday no matter how unwilling they were. Moreover, they had to display their "generosity" and "kindness" appropriately by giving the serfs something to eat and letting them praise themselves. This was considered piety and respect for the Lady.
Now, after Laing's various reforms, the class barrier between the knights and serfs was finally opened and gradually blurred. However, both the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake were well preserved, and the citizens welcomed this festival very much.
Fragrant jam pies were baked in the ovens, and under the command of the prophets of the Lake Nymph, most of the pies were filled with jam made from figs, dates, lemons, pomegranates, apples, and pears. For the commoners, sugar and honey were undeniably luxuries, and fruit became the main sweetener in their lives.
In addition to the pies, there was also meat, including beef, chicken, duck, pork, venison, mutton, hare, wild boar, swan, and heron. Of course, the cheap chicken, duck, rabbit, and pork were for the serf soldiers and free soldiers, while the knights could enjoy the higher-grade beef, mutton, swan, wild boar, and so on. However, under Laing's unity, apart from the venison that the commoners did not have the right to eat, the boundaries of other meat were blurred. Today, every Brittany could get a bowl of fragrant stewed meat soup with large pieces of meat and a 200-250g roast meat.
For drinks, every soldier could choose to get a large glass of Empire beer or a small glass of wine. Most soldiers naturally chose the Empire beer, which made the Empire's suppliers secretly delighted. This was a vast market.
"Good! Very good! " Duke Berchemund and Duke Lauren walked together. Looking at the grand occasion in the camp, both Dukes were very happy. "This is the Day of the Holy Grail, it's a festival for ladies!"
"A thousand years ago, we rose to power in the west of the Grey Mountains. A thousand years later, the Kingdom of the Knight King not only did not stop our footsteps, but also ushered in a brilliant golden age!" Duke Lauren was also very happy. The Regent of the Kingdom looked at the soldiers gathered together to eat and drink, and felt very relieved and proud. Lauren felt that as the Regent of the Kingdom, he had helped a lot for a long time after Laing ascended the throne. Now that the kingdom was flourishing, Duke Lauren naturally felt that he had a part to play in it.
Duke Berchemund walked to the side of the oven and carefully looked at it. Immediately, the arranged people came up to explain. Seeing the jam pies coming out of the oven, the old Duke couldn't help but feel hungry. It was a pity that they weren't done yet. As for the stewed meat and barbecued meat in the big pots, Berchemund wasn't interested.
After strolling around for a while, the sky was already bright. Duke Bohemond and Duke Lauen strolled to the old local guards' barracks. The old local guards were also preparing for the scene. Under the guidance of the Prophet of the Lake, the elites of the army were roasting maple syrup cocoa. Their magnificent military uniforms and dignified aura now added to the joyous atmosphere.
Berchemund and Lauren even saw a military chef in the camp with a crew cut roasting a dozen large trout at the same time. There was a line of words written on the back: "Thick Roasted Trout" and "Strong Fried Trout".
The delicious and tender rainbow trout emitted a primitive fragrance under the frying.
"Tsk tsk, wait, I want one." Duke Berchemund watched with great interest. He almost couldn't stop himself from drooling.
"My Duke, I heard from Her Highness Morgiana that today is the day of the Holy Grail. The Lady will appear and personally award the highest medal of the Lady of the Lake," Lauren said casually. "I don't know who it will be awarded to."
"Don't you know who it will be awarded to?" Duke Berchemund said indifferently. "Who is the most outstanding person in the Knight King's Kingdom during the Chaos invasion?"
Lauren couldn't help but nod. Everyone knew who it would be awarded to.
However, jealousy still couldn't be contained.
The highest medal of the Lady of the Lake was 80% gold. The rest was made of mithril and vibranium, and it was decorated with diamonds. It symbolized the highest level of glory and status in the Brittany Knight King's Kingdom!
And the Knight King Laing also made it clear that the medal was more than just a medal! How could His Majesty Laing simply use the medal to fool the soldiers who fought for the kingdom and exchanged their blood and lives for glory?
From the highest medal of the Lady of the Lake to the third-class Iris and Bauhinia medals, they all corresponded to additional benefits and special treatment!
Among them, the highest medal of the Lady of the Lake had the following special treatment:
Every year, they could receive an extremely generous allowance from the national treasury. The current amount was about 350 crowns a year. And if they died, their family could still enjoy a large amount of material benefits and additional living allowances distributed by the Lady of the Lake Church. This would continue until the third generation.
Second, the heroes who received the highest medal of the Lady of the Lake could freely enter and exit the churches, monasteries, holy lands, and chapels of the Lady of the Lake. They could also enjoy free food and accommodation. At the same time, they could also receive the blessings and divine spells of the Lady of the Lake for free.
Third, they could be awarded a high-class residence in a large castle of at least three hundred square meters, equipped with personal guards, and free public transport and passenger ships.
Fourth, they had complete medical insurance. All medical expenses would be reimbursed by the kingdom's royal court.
Fifth, they could be received and rewarded by the Lady of the Lake, the Knight King, and even the Lady of the Lake during important national holidays. They could also attend any large-scale event of the kingdom and get a seat.
Sixth, when the recipient was punished for serious reasons, the Lady of the Lake could only be stripped of the medal by the Lady of the Lake herself.
"Brittany will never let heroes bleed and cry."
Knight King Laing Macado
This kind of supreme treatment was already comparable to the supreme treatment of the first generation of Holy Grail Knights.
Berchemund and Lau En had mixed feelings when they heard that. Wasn't this just a new noble?
Laing's reach was getting longer and longer. He had already reached into the hearts of the old nobles.
But what could they do? This was the Lady's will! Could they, the descendants of the founding fathers of the kingdom, even have the ability to object?
But fortunately, according to the regulations, except for the first article, the special treatment would only last until the recipient's death. It was not some hereditary iron medal, so everyone could accept it. Not everyone could make great contributions to the country that would attract the Lady of the Lake to come out in person to award the medal.
But no one expected that the bandit leader of the Bergerac Bandits in the Chalon Forest would really have such a day!
While the Knight King's camp was bustling, in the Empire's camp, Boris, Wamir, Rick, and the others were also a little uneasy. They noticed that in addition to preparing food for their own people, the porridge stall was also going on. Fifty big barrels were gradually filled with hot porridge. Bags of barley and rye were poured into the big pots, along with a small amount of vegetable leaves and pig offal. The Brittany felt the virtue and power brought to them by the Lady of the Lake, and they also invited the brothers of the Empire to enjoy the Day of the Grail together.
And the way to enjoy it was to give out porridge.
"This is a good deed." Kurfürst Boris had mixed feelings about such a lively scene. Kurfürst White Wolf said to Kurfürst Wamir and Helberg, "In any case, it's a good thing that Ryan is willing to give out porridge. At least, the refugees can have a full meal."
"A good deed is a good deed. Cough, cough … But it's too little. How many people can eat fifty barrels?" Kurfürst Wamir still hadn't recovered from the destruction of his territory and the tragic death of his beloved son, Oleg von Zhukov. His chubby cheeks were sunken, but life still had to go on. The Kurfürst managed to curl his lips and hold his rune tooth. "It's obvious that the generosity of our world-renowned ally is limited."
"That's right. How many people can eat fifty barrels of porridge?" Marshal Rick, Helberg, was still very unhappy. The old marshal looked at the hot porridge stall, and the look of displeasure on his face was very conflicted. "Let's assume that one barrel of porridge weighs 15 kilograms, which can only be given to 240 people at most. Then, 50 barrels of porridge can only be given to 12000 people. That's too stingy. There are 380,000 refugees in Wolfenburg! Mr. Boris, you are familiar with Laing. You can tell him to add fifty more barrels. "
"Are you going to pay for the food? Helberg? " Boris glared at Rick with his remaining eye. He thought that the old dog under Karl-franz's command really had the ability to mess up everything except for fighting. "It's not Laing's idea to give out porridge. It's probably Morgiana's idea. Helberg, if you are so dissatisfied, you should talk to Her Highness Morgiana."
Rick frowned. According to the intelligence from the Empire, Helberg knew that Morgiana was a temperamental, eccentric, and difficult to get along with. She was also the spokesperson of the Lake Fairy in the mortal world. It seemed that other than Laing and Suria, it was really difficult for others to communicate with her. Besides, Helberg had been Rick's marshal for a long time. He was already used to following the emperor's orders and scolding and ordering the Rick Guards and the army of the Empire.
How was he going to communicate with the witch? Helberg was troubled for a while and finally gave up.
"Why isn't Lady Emmanuel here yet? Maybe we should go to her. " Rick could only say helplessly, "That old guy Erstein is not going to care about this. He said that he is only in charge of the Nur army."
"The Armoured Nur and the Blackstone Guards can all eat with the knight army!" Kurfürst Wamir was even more unhappy. "Hey, our Lady Emmanuel is really influential!"
"Laing is here!" Kurfürst Boris pointed in the distance. Knight King, Laing Macado, and Lake Fairy, Morgiana appeared together. They slowly walked up the tower.
Laing was fully armed, and Knight King's face had been shaved clean. It was as if he had returned to the way he looked when he was in his twenties. At this time, Laing looked very proud. As soon as he appeared, the Brittany immediately cheered.
“LonglivetotheKing！”
“LonglivetotheFayEnchantress！”
Laing nodded with a smile and waved his hand. Looking at the thirty thousand people in front of him who were saluting and cheering for him, he thought that this was the temptation of power. This was the best coat for a man. Once they enjoyed the taste of it, many people would not be able to control themselves.
Don't forget your original intention!
On the other hand, Morgianna's face glowed with a watery radiance. Her green eyes looked at Leon with deep affection. The Lake Goddess didn't say anything. Instead, she motioned for Leon to speak first.
"Lions fight to Wolfenstein, warhorses gallop to Auster, the scenery of the North. On the Day of the Holy Grail, I, Laing Macado, wish everyone in Brittany, our compatriots of the Empire, and our brothers of the dwarves a happy Day of the Holy Grail!" Laing said to everyone with a smile. His voice was laced with psionic power, so it could be heard clearly in Wolfenstein.
The Knight King then gave a simple speech. The content was no different from most of the regular holiday speeches, so I won't mention it here. In the end, Leon said that everyone should eat and drink first. At noon, the lady would personally appear and award the highest medal of the Lake Nymph.
After that, Laing personally took his king's golden cup. "Today, let us salute those who have protected the old world, let us shed our blood to protect order, and let us salute all the martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for victory over the past three thousand years!"
"Salute!" The thirty thousand people raised their cups at the same time.
The grand holiday celebration was thus begun.
Toasting and cheering, the Brittany reveled in another glorious victory.
"Oh ho! In a post-war banquet, the wine drunk should be as much as the blood shed! " Agrim Ironfist, the King of Butchers, was proud of the invitation he had received from the King of Knights of Brittania. He sat with the last dozen or so dwarven butchers, sitting on a small table and a small stool that Leon had specially prepared for them. He picked up a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp. "It just doesn't taste good. Pointy ears, don't you want to have a go?"
Aralos and his Grey Coat team were arranged to sit at the big table next to the Butcher King. The Wood Elf hero did not want to participate at first, but Laing invited him. Aralos was also a person who cared about his reputation, so he finally agreed to come. He also said that he would return to Azeroth after the banquet.
Hearing the Butcher King's words, the Wood Elf hero immediately became excited. "Shorty, are you going to compete with me in drinking?"
"Drink it all in one go. One cup for you, one cup for me. Whoever falls loses loses!"
"Very well, I accept your challenge!"
The Elves and Dwarves began to compete in drinking.
A porridge stall was set up outside the banquet. Under the watch of the Grail Knights and the Old Guard, the refugees had already formed a long line. Most of them held a bowl and looked expectantly at the large wooden barrels. Morgiana ordered that the porridge would be served on a first-come, first-served basis. Fifty barrels of porridge would be gone.
In the steaming heat, Raymond, the commander of the Old Guard's Halberd Battalion, personally stirred the porridge in the large barrel. He was so hot that he even took off his bearskin hat. The refugees came up one by one. Most of them were old people, women, and children. The young and strong were blocked outside. They had to work to get relief.
An old man in tattered sackcloth trembled as he brought over a bowl with two holes. Raymond filled a large bowl for him. The old man had obviously been half-starved for a long time. When he smelled the porridge, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He bowed and thanked Raymond profusely before leaving.
When Raymond saw this scene, he could not help but feel sad. He used to be like this too. He escaped from Lyonnaise with his old mother and brother and embarked on the road of escape.
But our Sir Raymond Mountbatten obviously did not have that much time to think. Soon, a few more old people and children came up with bowls. Each of them was given a large iron spoon of porridge.
Then, a woman came up with a child. Raymond scooped up a large spoonful of porridge from the large barrel without hesitation. But the next scene made the veteran guard widen his eyes.
The woman clasped her hands together, trying to take the porridge with her hands.
"Madam, where is your bowl?" Raymond asked in shock.
The woman just shook her head. She lowered her head, letting her blonde hair cover her face. The child behind her gently tugged at the corner of the woman's clothes and looked timidly at Raymond, who was in full military uniform.
The look in his eyes was exactly the same as the look Raymond and Thomas had when they followed their old mother and looked at the old knight.
"Jock, bring my bowl to this lady!"
"Yes!"
The woman was given a brand new porcelain bowl. She received a bowl full of porridge. After expressing her gratitude, she left with her child.
She did not want to eat on the spot, so she walked around with her child until she found a quieter place. She pulled the child to sit down, held the bowl in her hands, and blew hard to make the porridge cool down. The child's eyes lit up, and he could not wait to blow on the porridge.
Before she could cool down the porridge, she was surrounded by two men. They were local ruffians.
"What a fragrant porridge. What a beautiful bowl. Madam, you can't work anyway. It's a waste to give you the porridge."
"And this bowl is so beautiful! It's mine! "
These ruffians were organized. They did not dare to steal porridge from the porridge stalls because the army was there to maintain order. But they dared to steal porridge from the old, weak, women, and children. They specifically targeted those who were alone.
"Ah!" The bowl was taken away, and the child was pushed to the ground, wailing. The woman struggled. "No! Please, I don't want to eat, but at least leave some for the child! "
"He can drink your milk, madam!" The ruffian laughed. He picked up the bowl and blew on it. The two of them drank the entire bowl of porridge.
Then, they left the mother and child behind and prepared to steal the porridge from the next victim.
Today, they were going to eat porridge until they were full!
"The porridge has been spilled. Today, your blood must be spilled!" As they turned around, before they could react, the two ruffians were kicked to the ground. The kick broke their ribs.
"Laing's pig porridge. Is it good?" The space wolf gene prototype, Riemann Ruth, appeared in front of them. Ruth was obviously very angry. He gently pulled out the Wine God's Spear from his back. "B * stard!"
"Argh!"
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