Proof of the Sun King

Angron's arrival turned a two-person chat into a three-person one, and the Primarch World Eater jumped off his hippogryph mount, and he got a few cans of fresh Tyrell **** coffee, and Two pieces of venison, and a few bottles of brandy.

Brandy is also a kind of wine in Brittany. It is white wine. Brandy is mainly produced in the south of Brittany. It is a famous wine in the old world. After Agilgar, Duke of Laon and the Wood Elves of Athel Loren formed a friendship to fight side by side, a fine wine made from the white grapes given by the Wood Elves, these two white grapes are called Yuni Blanche and Pigeon white.

In return, Argilgar, the first duke of Palaon, named the wine "Remy Martin" in honor of his wood elf and centaur friends.

Remy Martin produces only 12 to 15 bottles of this wine a year in Palaon, and the price of each bottle is more than 200 kroner. Kasfann pays two bottles of the King of Knights and two bottles of tribute to the gods and witches of the lake every year. Three bottles of fixed trade with the Empire, and the rest are stored in the depths of his castle. After Kasvann was captured at the battle of Helmgart, Kasvann's wife immediately took it out from her castle. Three boxes of Centaurs, and more than half of the ransom was paid on the spot, allowing the Empire to release Kasvann quickly.

"So...brother, these two bottles of Remy Martin...how did you get them?" Ryan's face was a little tangled. He put the newspaper aside and stared at the two bottles of Remy Martin in Angron's hands. It is covered with the yellow Pegasus ring of the Duke of Palaon, Cass Vann, which is definitely authentic, judging from the nearly seven years that Ryan has stayed in Brittany.

"This? I grabbed it." Angron put the thing on the long table in the open courtyard, and said unconcernedly.

"Stealed?" Ryan squinted at his brother, and he complained, "Brother, didn't you promise me that you would not rob the human caravan?"

"I didn't rob~" Angron waved his hand, and he grinned: "I stole it from the greenskin! These are all!"

Angron sat opposite Ryan and told him what had happened.

It turned out that Angron went to the Grey Mountains to "play" in the past few days, and happened to meet the caravan of the Duke of Palaon and was attacked by the greenskin tribe on the "Grey Lady Road". This caravan was carrying valuable goods. To trade with the Imperial Reikland, the safe trade route is to take the axe and bite the pass.

As we all know, the axe-bite pass was destroyed, and the caravan was forced to take the road of the gray lady. In the attack of the vampire army and the greenskin tribe, the entire caravan was unfortunately wiped out. Hundreds of guards were killed collectively.

Angron expressed his deep condolences, and then the World Eater Primarch descended from the sky, his left axe aimed at the undead army and his right at the greenskin tribe.

"Robbery, hand over everything, I can give you a good time."

"That's how these two bottles of centaurs came." Angron said that he buried the caravan very kindly and kindly. As for the goods, of course, they can't be dusted in the ice and snow. , he took away the most precious brandy, venison meat and a few cans of cat **** coffee, as well as two fine silks and two wooden boxes of goods.

Ryan was speechless by Angron's hooliganism. He opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't find a word to criticize Angron. In every sense, Angron seemed to be doing the right thing. There is nothing wrong with these goods that fall into the hands of greenskin. There is no need to say chivalry to deal with the **** thing like greenskin, how insidious it is. Both the empire and Britania agree that dead greenskins are the only ones. It's a good green skin.

"Try it, brother, it's rare to get two bottles of good stuff, hehe." Angron took out the glass to fill Ryan, and also filled Orika.

"The fragrant, mellow taste, and long aftertaste of Remy Martin is worthy of being famous in the old world." Ryan reached out and shook the glass, and the brown liquor swayed back and forth in the glass goblet: "It's a pity that the production is too small."

By the way, these glass goblets are also "shun" from Angron.

His wife Surya's Duke of Winfort owns the only super first growth winery and two of the five first growth wineries in the whole old world. The production of the super first growth wine "Lusalis" is about every three years. 600 to 800 bottles can barely meet the banquet needs of the great nobles of the Empire and Brittany, while the annual output of Remy Martin is only 12 to 15 bottles, which is destined to be unable to be promoted to enough people to taste.

"That's right." Orika raised the glass, she tasted the brandy a little, and the dark elf nodded: "Although humans are far behind elves in winemaking, the advantages of varieties are still revealed in the deep taste. out."

After listening to Orika's comments, Angron was quite disapproving. He had no intention of arguing with Ryan's maid. Instead, he turned his attention to the newspaper on the table: "This is the "Legion Flag"? The group of sand sculptures from the Military Affairs Department What are they saying to our loyal and foolish soldiers?"

"Brother also liked to read "One Weekly" before?" Ryan became interested.

"Of course, I still enjoyed reading it when I was the devil prince for Khorne. The newspapers I got from those big heads would have me and Kahn sitting and laughing for a few minutes." Angron flipped through it and lost it. Interest: "This soldier named Perkins is lucky, the green-skin motorcycle vehicle must have a malfunction and self-detonation will be ruled out because of a salvo. When surrounded by green-skin, he probably just prepared with a bayonet It was sent to death, and Jonson came."

"Luck is also a part of strength, and reincarnation is also a skill. Brother, in this country, where you are reincarnated almost determines whether you will be a knight or a serf in the future." Ryan said something that others didn't understand, and he casually complained. "Brother, what kind of identities do you think would be better if you were born in your father's empire?"

Angron savoured the brandy in the cup, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "Three kinds, the rogue trader, the Titan Knight family, and the admiral of the Imperial Navy, these three are relatively free and have a better life, especially the merchants. Ronin, I remember that several families had obtained a trade license signed by their father during the Great Crusade. The effect of that thing was above the laws of the empire. Unfortunately, the number of such trade licenses was very small. The families with such licenses are the top and the richest, they are only responsible to their father and no one can order them, and the nine sets of jewelry that Guilliman and the others brought as congratulations on your big wedding are tribute from these families.”

"Then Prime Minister Malcador and Guilliman, Sanguinius, Dorn, Jonson, and Forgan have all signed similar trade licenses, which are less effective, but still enough for a family to establish For an entire dynasty of ronin merchants, the subsequent trade license will not work, the degree of freedom is very low, and it is also subject to supervision, and the scope of activities is restricted." Angron continued: "And it can't be hereditary."

"In this world, too, there are wars everywhere, the Empire, Britannia, Chaos and Barbarians in the North, Greenskins in the South, and the Undead and Beastmen in the territory." Ryan replied with a self-deprecating expression. Angron said: "I have learned a truth growing up in Nord, that the barbarians will never be killed, and the forest will never be cleaned up. Even if I killed the red-eyed Aegir before, the northern barbarians lost fifty thousand elites. , but just give them a few years to recover."

"War is the eternal theme, my brother." Angron raised his head and looked at the sky: "From the beginning of the Great Crusade, our trajectory is always from the previous war to the next war. Speaking of which, I also know you. We plan to attack the Blackstone stronghold, how are you preparing now?"

"The deployment of materials is still in progress, and the preparations for war are still far away. There are currently some shortages of soldiers in my territory, so I will recruit a new batch of soldiers at the conscription ceremony on Midsummer Night. All the soldiers are taken away, or enough troops must be left to defend the territory." Ryan lowered his head and thought, a war is not about fighting, and preparations must be adequate.

His father-in-law, François, was also mobilizing for war, gathering troops.

Ryan is waiting for someone here today.

In order to attack the Blackstone stronghold, Francois not only planned to assemble a large army, but more importantly, he also planned to call the special knight army.

The name of this knight unit is "Quinaris Champion Knights Brotherhood". The members are all composed of expedition knights and Holy Grail knights. All legendary or powerful knights above the legendary form this elite knights in Britannia. , they are one of the few elite legions of the kingdom.

After chatting for a while in the open-air courtyard in the afternoon, Suria also woke up. She came down from the villa with her servants and maids. Seeing that Angron was also there, the female knight saluted Angron very politely and said: Greetings: "Good afternoon, Brother Angron."

"Hello, Surya, good afternoon." Angron nodded in response, the World Eater Primarch was very satisfied with his sister-in-law, but there is no such name as a sister-in-law in this world, so he called him directly. name.

"Is Uncle Antelm here yet?" Surya sat on Ryan's right hand, and the awake countess asked her husband.

"Not yet." Ryan shook his head.

Anthem, the Count of Cuellou, the cousin of Francois, Duke of Winford, is also one of the main nobles who attacked the Blackstone stronghold this time.

The defunct Principality of Kuilau has been mentioned in the previous article, so I won’t repeat it here. Although the Duchy of Winford has inherited the territory of the Principality of Kuilau, Kuilau’s noble title has been retained. François's cousin, Antelme, inherited the title of earl.

So from a certain point of view, the full name of the Duchy of Winford should be "United Principality of Quinalis and Kuilau", since the titles of Duke of Quinalis and Duke of Kuilau have been merged into " Duke of Winford", so François always used the title of Duke of Winford to call himself.

If his father-in-law likes it, he can also change his title to "Tancred II, Duke of Quinalis".

According to Surya, François does not like to stay in Quinaris, the city is located on the edge of Athel Loren, and it is too close to the territory of the wood elves. Since there is a duke in the forest After the disappearance, the capital of the duchy was moved to Helenhilde, and only a castle lord was appointed to lead the knights to be stationed in Quinalis, responsible for guarding against the movements of the undead and wood elves.

The title of the castle master is different from that of the baron. The castle master can be appointed by the duke and be replaced at will, and he is only responsible for the duke.

After waiting for a while, Surya's cousin, Antelme, Francois' cousin, finally arrived.

This earl looks to be in his thirties, his features are covered with frost, his eyes are full of piety and wisdom, and a long hook nose makes his originally handsome features a little strange, a standard The big back head and the slender goatee are very delicately groomed, and the elegant wind blows.

This is also a powerful Holy Grail Knight, who is a leader in both spear and swordsmanship.

Speaking of which, Ryan thought to himself that in Britannia, there are no nobles who can't ride horses, use swords and dance spears.

After thousands of years of reproduction, the blood between nobles is always intertwined and complicated. If you count them carefully, they are all relatives. The count himself is also a little annoying. He has recently received many so-called "distant relatives" by Suria. Here, if he wants to be his knight vassal, it is true that some knights are a bit level~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but most of them are only empty shelves.

"Hello, Your Excellency Ryan Macado, I'm Antelm from Astray. It's a great honor to meet you. Lady's God's Choice Champion." Antelm took the initiative to shake hands with Ryan.

"Hello, Your Excellency Antarm." Ryan also reached out and shook hands with the earl: "With your help, we will have a little more confidence in attacking the Blackstone stronghold."

"Hello, Uncle Antelm." Suria also stood up and said hello to her cousin.

"Happy wedding! Suria." Antelm was very happy to see his niece, and the Count of Kuilau smiled: "Sit, you don't have to stand all the time."

After a brief chat, everyone was talking about business in the open-air courtyard. Angron went out to hunt, Ryan and Antelm sat opposite each other, and he asked in a low voice: "So, this time the Quinaris champion knight The Brotherhood is about to go out?"

"Yes, my cousin has written to the champion knights everywhere. Many knights have assembled in the principality's capital, including Callard Garamente who is on the Holy Grail Crusade, including my cousin Sir Gerald." "This time, it's the end of Heinrich Kemmler, we've missed an opportunity, this time, the champs are eager to chop that dead man's head off his neck," Antelm whispered. "

"Very good." Ryan nodded again and again: "Our friend, the king of the Angland clan, Belgar-Hammer is already supervising the construction of more dwarf cannons and organ cannons, and the strong cliffs of the Blackstone stronghold can no longer hinder the knight army! "

"So, Your Excellency Ryan, as the Knight Commander of the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood, I officially invite you and Suria to join us and become a member of the Knight Companion!" A silver unicorn's knight's coat of arms was put it in front of Ryan.

"War is coming!"