The next day, the Duchess of the Empire arrived with a large army from Nur, along with Talleyrand and Teresa.
After a simple handover, Veronica hurriedly left with Aurora, Teresa, the Garland Witches, and a large number of magical girls, as well as a large amount of spoils of war.
Between the camps, there were frequent movements of troops. With the addition of fresh troops from the south of Brittany, the Brittany army had swelled to more than forty thousand men.
Soon after, the Nur Guards arrived. Duchess Emmanuel of the Empire wore a luxurious black and gold robe, with a shirt and breeches made of silk and the finest wood elven satin. A hundred Armoured Nur and a hundred Blackstone Guards guarded her loyally.
The army slowly entered the city.
The High Elf, Laing's courtier and the Knight King's ambassador to Nur, Talleyrand, stepped down from the carriage and frowned at the sight of the ruins. Cripple immediately took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. Even though the ruins had been cleaned up, Cripple could still tell that a terrible war had taken place here.
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't have come here." Talleyrand took out a small bottle of perfume and sprayed himself a few times before walking towards the camp with his walking stick. "But I still came. Just like how I came to the Old World, I still came."
The High Elf noticed that the Duchess of the Empire headed straight for Laing's tent. Through the raised curtains, he could see the Brittany's core decision-makers. Talleyrand noticed that almost everyone was there. After Duchess Emmanuel and Nur's Grand Marshal Urlstein entered, the curtains closed. Several Blackstone Guards and Old Guard stood outside, looking around vigilantly. "Heh, looks like I can't get in."
"But I'll be among them one day." Talleyrand leaned on his walking stick. Cripple was thinking about something. He was interested and wanted to see the situation in the camp.
The army was a mix of good and bad, with troops from all over the Empire present. The Brittany side was slightly quieter with the Lake Prophet and the Grail Knights maintaining order.
Carts of supplies were pulled into the camp. François's unicorn coat of arms and the Duchy's white pegasus flag shone brightly. Talleyrand walked to the entrance of the Old Guard's camp. Although the soldiers recognized him, they still did not let him in. Talleyrand did not mind. He saw a few sergeants and a squad of great swordsmen having breakfast. Fragrant broth and delicious bread and butter. bread.
Not far from the entrance of the Old Guard's camp, a group of swordsmen from Middleton was arguing with a group of militiamen from Auster about the ownership of a batch of goods.
The militiamen of Auster consisted of five or six children who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old and seven or eight old men who were above forty-five years old. They were arguing with four swordsmen from Middleton who were wearing standard provincial uniforms, breastplates, helmets, shields, and swords. One of the children was holding a big bag in his arms. It should be filled with sausages and ham from the south of the Empire.
"Kid, take it out. You must know that you're contributing to the Empire." The swordsmen from Middleton fiercely reached out to snatch it away. "What's the use of giving you good food? Do you think that Auster can rely on the old man and the child soldiers to reclaim your fallen territory and drive away those Chaos bastards? Give it to me! "
"I got it first! It's mine! "The sixteen-year-old child still had some fluff on the corner of his mouth. He hugged the food tightly and refused to let go.
"Bastard! In the name of Eurek! " The swordsmen of Mideng had very little patience. A bald man with a long beard pushed the child to the ground and took away the bag of food. "You forced me to do it. What a bastard!" he scolded.
The four swordsmen from Middleton took away all the food supplies.
Raymond was so agitated that he wanted to stand up. Talleyrand stopped him. "My commander! Please calm down! If I'm not wrong, that box of food originally belonged to the people from Middleton. "
"Are you sure?" Raymond asked curiously. "Why? How did you know? "
"I'm sure. But why should I tell you?" Talleyrand laughed. "It's over. Remember, my knight, this is not your problem. It's mine. You better put away your hatred of evil. Remember that they are from the Empire, not Brittany. Helping those children and old men will not bring you glory. Instead, you will be court-martialed for using weapons indiscriminately! Hehehehe! "
After that, the high elf walked away with his crutch.
"F * cking high elves," Raymond cursed angrily.
Along the way, the high elf had easily mediated several disputes. However, Talleyrand's expression was not relaxed. Instead, he became more and more serious.
The Empire was too big, and there were too many provinces. Every province was proud of their own culture and ethnic traditions, so it was normal for them to be hostile toward each other. It was too easy for conflicts to arise, but it was very difficult for them to understand and accept each other.
This was especially true in Nur. Talleyrand knew how the Nur people felt about the people of the Empire. The Nur people believed that there were only three kinds of people in the Empire: the noble natives of Nur, the people of Brunswick, the capital of the Empire, and the country bumpkins.
These people's views were also very simple. A nation was not a nation, and a culture was not a culture. Why should they work together with you to build a country?
Charlemagne saved the old world and was crowned emperor. Arthur founded the Empire. The Twelve Great Wars were fought in blood and fire. Ludwig saved the world and successfully turned the tide. Even so, there were so many disputes and conflicts within the country. Did Laing really want to annex Kislöw, a country with different cultures, races, and beliefs?
Talleyrand thought about all this crazily. Was the Knight King, Laing, really going north to attack Kislöw?
What was he planning to do? Did he really think that he could reclaim Kislöw's territory and establish a vassal state to him? Or even merge Kislöw into Brittany?
How could it be so easy?
If merging was so easy, Goblin Ossouin would have merged into a country a long time ago!
Lame Goblin's brain was spinning wildly. He was thinking about whether he could help Laing in this matter. And this was very likely the most important step for him to enter the core decision-making level!
"I don't have any plans. I don't have any plans … We still have to follow the most basic agreement of the old world and follow Mrs. Kiesler's wishes to elect a new Kislöw regime." Laing said to Emilia, who smiled but did not express her opinion. "We respect Mrs. Kiesler's decision, but if you ask me if I support this new regime, then I will say that our Knight King country is in favor of China."
"But Katarina …" The Empire's countess had a faint smile on her face. She stretched out her small hand wrapped in a red lace long glove and held her chin as she watched Laing's performance.
"We still recognize Katarina as Kislöw's female Tsar." Laing spread his hands at Emilia. "We have established diplomatic relations and recognize each other. Why don't we recognize her as Tsar?"
"But if she says that she wants to return to her own territory …" Emilia continued to ask, "What will you do?"
"Örengrád has always been an autonomous city." Laing continued to explain. "When the time comes, we just need to hold a referendum to establish the Örengrád Grand Duchy and establish our own administrative system and army. We don't need to rule it directly. We just need the city to be under our protection. Even if it's the female Tsar, she has to respect the opinions of the people of Örengrád. The Romanov Family has always been the ruler of Kislöw. She must know that the opinions of the Örengrád's Duma Parliament and our stationed army are also very important. When the time comes, we will express our opinion!"
Emilia stretched out her long legs wrapped in breeches and boots. The Empire's countess couldn't help but consider Laing's suggestion.
The strategic location and geographical value of Erlengrád need not be explained. The previous article had already described it in great detail.
The city also had great economic value. Merchants from all over the world did business in Örengrád all year round. The Norsk Dwarves' gemstones and precious metals, the North's endless supply of fur and whale oil, Narwhal horn, Ambergris, smoked fish, and a large number of rare treasures from the Troll Kingdom and Norsk Dwarves gathered here.
As long as she could control and rebuild the port, the huge profits would be enough to tempt the Empire's countess.
Laing was right. It would be best if there was a barrier in the North of the Empire to stop the terrifying Chaos Tide. Otherwise, Oster and Ostermark would become the new border. The current situation of these two provinces couldn't be described as terrible.
"I admit that you have a point." Emilia's elegant face yawned slightly. The Empire's countess didn't seem to be interested, which gave Laing a bad feeling.
Although the Brittany army was equipped with many firearms, this was only for Laing's Old Guard and artillery. The Dukes' armies were still in the minority with firearms. If they were to enter Kislöw's territory to fight, the Nur army would have to carry a large number of firearms.
Of course, this wasn't a big deal. The most important thing was the Nur's economic support. This was crucial. If the army was stationed outside for a long time, it would save a lot of money to rely on Nur.
It seemed that this little maid of his had been monopolizing power for many years and was no longer easy to talk to. Knight King Laing glared fiercely at Emilia. His eyes roamed up and down Emilia's body.
Emilia blushed a little when Laing looked at her like this. Her long legs subconsciously rubbed against each other, and she quickly changed her sitting posture.
Everyone in the tent also looked at Emilia, waiting for the countess of the Empire to express her opinion.
Nur's Grand Marshal Erstein also waited for Emilia's opinion. In all fairness, the Nur army didn't really want to continue marching north with the Brittany, but they weren't particularly against it either. At this time, the countess' opinion was crucial.
"But Laing, have you considered that once we enter the Fallen Zone of Chaos, we will encounter a huge problem in terms of logistics? Even though it's March, Kislöw is still very cold." Emilia gently opened her palace fan. The countess of the Empire looked lazy and tired. "If you want to go north and try to reclaim Örengrád, you will have to be prepared for many difficulties. According to the news from the rear, Emperor Karl-franz may not provide enough supplies for your military operation to reclaim Örengrád."
Emilia's words immediately displeased the Brittany commanders in the tent.
"What? At this critical moment, the Empire is going to cut off the supplies?! "
"We came here in the spirit of chivalry, and this is how the Empire treats us?"
"What the hell is Karl-franz doing?!"
Everyone cursed angrily until François said, "Everyone, the Empire is not wrong to do this, because the nature of the war has changed. Before, we were fighting Chaos for the Empire, and the Empire was naturally willing to provide us with supplies and supplies. However, if we take the initiative to attack and reclaim Örengrád, it will be very difficult for Emperor Karl-franz to persuade the Kurfürst and his people to continue providing us with supplies and supplies."
"It's not a reduction, but it's not a complete stop." Emilia added, "You have to understand the Empire. Right now, there are more than a hundred thousand soldiers in the frontline in the north, and there are also a lot of refugees in Kislöw and food supplies from Auster, Austermark, and Steyr. Do you think Karl-franz's national treasury is so abundant? After a few months of war, even if the emperor can deploy the potential and the resources of the Empire to the maximum, it will not be enough. "
"So, what about you? Emilia, are you willing to support our operation? " Laing was not happy to see his former maid sitting on the fishing boat so calmly, but there was nothing he could do. The Knight King had to admit that Emilia always had the initiative. He could only say formally, "To reclaim Örengrád, we need the help of you and your army, Emilia."
As expected, that was what Amelia was waiting for. The Imperial Countess' blue eyes circled around Leon's body, and her interest was piqued. "Oh? Then can I understand it this way? Laing, are you making a request to me? "
"I am asking you, Emilia," said Laing with a smile.
"Then I also have two requests." Amelia thought about it for a moment and made a new request. "First, you and I will form the highest command of the Allied Army. I will lead the Nu 'er Ironclad Army and the Blackstone Guards, as well as my personal guards to move with you."
"Okay." Laing nodded. This was a very normal decision.
"Second." Emilia raised a second finger. The lady of the Empire smiled and said, "When Örengrád is conquered, you must allow me to enclose a street in the city that belongs to the Nur. In the future, you must let the Nur have an exclusive seat in the grand duchy or some other organization that you may establish. Also, you must give the Nur priority to purchase firearms and military supplies from the Nur. You must give the Nur exclusive tax treatment in the first year."
"Okay." Knight King nodded again. These two conditions were not too much.
"Then, let's sign it!"
"Okay!"
A brand new treaty was signed in the Knight King's tent. The Knight King, Laing, and the Empire's Emmanuelle each signed the treaty. This treaty was only a general agreement. The details would be discussed in detail by Laing and the Nur officials.
After everyone left, only Laing, Morgiana, and Emilia were left in the tent.
Seeing that there were no outsiders in the tent, Emilia's face gradually reddened. The Empire's Emmanuelle walked to Laing and raised three fingers, "In addition, there is a third condition. Oh, my man."
"The third condition???" Ryan had a bad premonition when he saw Amelia's overbearing attitude.
"Laing, that … Let's have another child!"
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