Proof of the Sun King

"I'll make you a sergeant now." Ryan pressed the goddess of nemesis on Bertrand's shoulder, light blue light illuminated the room, and the white fire of purification continued to burn: "Bergerac Thieves Group It turned out to be a group of thieves who don't like killing, you always only stole half of the money or goods of the passing crowd, this is the reason why I am willing to let go of the past, I hope you take your brothers to do it well."

"Yes!" Bertrand kowtowed with tears in his eyes. Who wants to be a robber if he can be a glorious sergeant?

With a big wave of Ryan's hand, a knight attendant returned the weapon that Bertrand turned over to him.

Bertrand's weapons are a sharp sword, a longbow, and a very special one is his quiver, which is made of a black scaled leather, and among the many feathered arrows a black arrow is special. Remarkable.

"This is?" Ryan focused his attention on the black arrow.

"This is the Dragon's Heart Arrow, my Count." Bertrand immediately explained to Ryan: "I killed a small Yalong, then made my quiver out of its hide, and made my quiver out of its tendons. Made my big bow, the bone at the end, there's a lot of power in it, I used it to make three arrows, one I used when killing the beastmen, and one when I met the greenskin horde I used one during the attack, and that's all I have left."

Ryan was surprised, he turned around: "Wait, so you are a legendary powerhouse?"

"Legendary primary hunter, my count." Bertrand lowered his head.

"No wonder, no wonder you are in a hurry to surrender, no wonder you never dared to trouble me in the Sharon Forest, you have planned to serve me, you are just looking for an opportunity." Lane said in a low voice .

"If there is a choice, who wants to be a robber? My Count, I don't rely on my surname, I don't rely on gods, I don't rely on adventures, and I don't rely on weapons. I have always relied on my own hands to get here. But I know that this is the limit. My brothers and sisters can't follow me forever in the forest to live a life of displacement. The forest is full of danger. Everyone is young and strong and can persevere. Ten years? Twenty years? We have to find a way out."

"Few people can think about their future when they are robbers, so that's why I meet you." Ryan nodded. It is right for people to have needs. There are only two kinds of people without needs, one is a fool , one is a careerist with hidden evil intentions.

Ryan doesn't need either.

"I will send someone to screen your brothers. Those who meet the conditions can choose whether to join the infantry regiment or become a serf. Those who do not meet the conditions can choose to farm. Women can go to work in the textile workshops on the banks of the Chinon River, and orphans can be sent Go to the Church of the Goddess of Mercy to be trained by them." Ryan ordered the matter: "As for you, Bertrand, I plan to expand a company of archers, you can become a company commander, and the treatment is equivalent to a sergeant!"

"Yes!"

The surrender of more than a dozen gangs of robbers brought a population of more than 4,000 to Ryan, who classified these robbers.

For thieves such as the Bergerac thieves who did not commit major crimes, Ryan signed a block order, and let them pass the past. Among them, the leader of the robbers, led by Bertrand, Hugo and Petty, was also canonized for sergeant.

For some thieves who don't want to continue fighting, there are plenty of fields for them to farm.

For some robbers who have committed major crimes such as killing compatriots and businessmen, Lane sent them to mine after verifying the situation. These robbers will endure six months to five years of miners' career to atone for their previous series of evil deeds. , These miners work in the mine, and the earl provides them with accommodation and meals, as well as five to eight copper coins a day.

After everything is arranged, the wheel of time is slowly turning.

Autumn is here, the harvest season is here, and as soon as September arrives, there is a sense of autumn, which slips in on a foggy dawn, and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoes across the tree tops, dyed red. A leaf, and flew away in a cluster across the valley.

The entire Earl of Glamorgan is in the joy of the harvest. This year, the southern part of Brittany got a bumper harvest, but the northern kingdom has a poor harvest due to the long rainy season, and the kingdom's finances are facing great pressure.

But whether Brittany has a good harvest or not, it has nothing to do with Mousillon's vampires.

Inside Musilon Castle, the Lich King Arkhan remembered the tall human he met in the forest of Sharon, and still felt lingering fears. The Lich King has lived for thousands of years, but he has never seen such a beautiful sight. terrifying existence.

In the cold and damp Merovingian Castle, eleven Black Holy Grail Knights were standing in the castle hall. Their eyes were dull, and they seemed to have lost their vitality. Like a corpse, they were asleep.

Arkhan was thinking, the cyan fire in his eyes flickering.

The Lich King got the news that the new Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Malcador, was about to get engaged. The engagement ceremony was very simple, and only a few people with the best relationships attended.

Arkhan has given up the idea of ​​doing things. Ever since he saw those terrifying beings in the Sharon Forest, the Lich King swore that he would never go to Lane's territory again.

terrible.

"Damn Ryan-Malcador, I curse you! You will never be able to have children, you will never be able to face the moonlight, and whenever it is dark, you will always suffer the pain of worms!" The Lich King released the vicious curse , and then he completely gave up on his plan to sabotage Ryan's engagement ceremony.

Manfred put his hands on his chest, and it took the Vampire Count months to barely recover from the horrific injuries that Lane had inflicted on him. Even so, he laughed at Arkhan: "Master's most loyal servant, Musillon's The army lost more than 70%, and there were less than 30 blood knights left. Morgiana is currently missing. Your plan has completely failed. Do you really want to resurrect the master? How do I feel about you? Moving in the opposite direction?"

"Shut up! Manfred!" said Arkhan calmly. "I think I've encountered something extremely terrifying."

"Extremely terrifying? Is it Charlemagne who became a god? Or did you see the deity of Bichi in the lake? That Bichi is willing to come into the world? Or is this just an excuse for your defeat? Like you always did? "Manfred was still taunting Arkhan, as if this was the only way to cover up his own equally shameful failure.

"It's like you led dozens of blood knights but couldn't leave Ryan and a few of his companions behind, not only letting them escape, but also being seriously injured?" Arkhan also sneered mercilessly.

Manfred was also angry, and almost at the same time, both Arkhan and Manfred stopped their taunts.

The cold and damp Merovingian Castle fell silent again, leaving only groups of undead souls slowly moving.

Seeing that Arkhan was silent, Manfred spoke first: "So... the most loyal servant of the master, what are you going to do next? The Red Duke is dead, we tried to resurrect him three times and failed, he really died."

"...We should change the plan, Manfred, the whereabouts of the witch of the lake **** are unknown now, and our current strength is not enough to capture her and sacrifice her." Arkhan shook his head: "The plan needs to be changed."

Manfred laughed sarcastically, the Count Vampire didn't object, he just said I was listening.

"I'm going to find Heinrich Kemmler, the great necromancer, you go to the Skaven Demon Capital in the south and find a way to get the sword of Nagash collected by the Skaven Demon Rat. Let's split up. "Arkhan said to Manfred: "It is no longer necessary to stay in Musillon, and it is a waste of time to stay any longer."

"..." Manfred was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

He didn't want to waste any more time here.

"Crack!" There was a strong wind outside the castle, and Manfred hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about something: "So... what's going on here at Musillon?"

"Leave it all to Matthew Bard." Arkhan's face was expressionless, or whether he had an expression or not, it was the skeleton face.

"A hairy kid in his twenties? What can he do?"

"A hairy kid in his twenties can seriously injure you and force you to rest for three months, Manfred, don't question my decision," Arkhan repeated tirelessly.

The Lich King must have done something on Matthew Bard. Many vicious thoughts flashed through Manfred's heart. He would find a way to know the secret of Matthew Bard, and then take it as own.

But not now.

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On the autumn night, the rain poured down, and the lightning roared in the sky, tearing apart the deep night sky.

The heavy rain beat the windows constantly, which made people feel a little irritable. Under the heavy rain, the room is usually very hot, so the people in the room turned on the air conditioner.

A gust of cool wind blew out of the air conditioner, expelling the sweltering environment.

"Thank you, Count, I feel much better." Armand, the knight of the kingdom, breathed a sigh of relief, he felt much more comfortable: "Things went smoothly, Count, you didn't go to the scene, I really have to praise our Trading partner, although the number of those wood elves is small, the quality of individual soldiers is really much better than our soldiers."

"I won't go out in person every time. It's a good start for you to solve the problem yourself." Ryan nodded.

Yes, this year, Lane's territory once again ushered in a bumper harvest under the influence of the tower of the fairy in the lake. As long as the serfs worked hard, they all received a lot more grain than in previous years. Because the ten tax seven was changed to a fixed tax. , the industrious serfs had a much better life than in previous years.

However, not every serf benefited, and the slobs suffered.

Some serfs were unwilling to work hard or join the earl's infantry regiment to receive hard training. They complained that the lord was a greedy vampire and envied the good harvest of other hard-working serfs.

They started to make trouble, because the income was reduced, and under the instigation of certain forces, many serfs tried to raid the barn to grab grain, steal the grain from the neighbors, or tried to storm the shops and knights' houses.

At first, Ryan issued a strict order prohibiting this kind of behavior, but this kind of thing continued, and then under the guidance of some people with a heart, a rebellion happened, and more than 200 serfs gathered under the call of several "travelers" , launched a rebellion.

However, Ryan was already prepared.

Kingdom knights Armand and Olivier led 600 troops to dispatch, and a small number of wood elves participated in the conflict. For this war, Ryan's instructions to Armand were only a few words.

"No surrender."

So in a small-scale encounter, the earl's army wiped out more than 200 rebellious serfs, and blood stained the river. Facing the 600 regular army composed of more than 20 knights, the rebellious serfs were destined to be unable to win. After a charge, a conflict is over, and all that remains is carnage.

No matter how the rebel serfs pleaded, Armand refused to surrender. The count's flag-holder ordered all the rebel serfs to be beheaded for public display. The riots in the territory finally quieted down completely, and no serfs dared to complain or make trouble anymore.

"Find out, who are the travelers who called on the serfs to make trouble?" Ryan looked at the heavy rain outside, and the count's eyes were only fierce.

"I found out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We caught two 'travelers'. Through Miss Orika's various interrogation methods and Miss Teresa's magic, we learned that these two travelers received a commission , A nobleman from Berleon commissioned a few people to do so, they sneaked into the territory, spread all kinds of gossip, and encouraged the serfs to rise up against the count." Armand frowned: "People have been controlled by us, count. , what are you going to do next?"

"..." Ryan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "Let's do nothing for now. More than 200 heads are enough. If Lord Theodoric is a smart man, he Naturally he knows what to do, and since he dares to do it, then the dear Duke must have arranged a retreat, and catching two people can't explain the problem."

"Yes!" Armand stepped back, leaving Ryan alone in front of the window.

It's still raining.

"What an unpleasant neighbor. The southerners in his territory have not been driven out, and now they are eyeing my territory." Ryan sneered a few times, but then he shook his head again, but it was not to this extent. When he turned his face with Theodoric, the small gestures between the nobles were small gestures, and putting them on the stage to make a big noise, like a child asking for candy, was an immature performance.

On the contrary, Theodoric's little actions were still a little impatient, which instead allowed Ryan to eliminate the restless elements in his territory, so Ryan felt that this should be a trial.

"Ryan, my champion~" At this moment, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"My lady?" Ryan said in surprise.

"Come on, come to my tower~" The beautiful and moving voice of the fairy in the lake was exhausted: "I have something to tell you..." I want to chat with more like-minded people, follow "Youth" on WeChat "Reading literature", talking about life, looking for a confidant~