Proof of the Sun King

PS: Everyone still wants to see the protagonist’s plot, right? I know that too, but cutting the perspective is conducive to telling and telling the whole story well.

Old World, Spring, Brittany, Earl of Glamorgan, Winery.

Ryan was sitting behind his desk and working. He was wearing a standard earl and aristocratic attire, and he was reviewing and correcting the last batch of spring ploughing documents.

Spring ploughing has always been the busiest time in the territory, and the earl himself has to check on many things and be prepared, otherwise the year's harvest will be affected.

The order to recruit the freedmen was issued, and the results were unimaginable. The freedmen heard that the Count wanted to recruit the Musketeers and scrambled to sign up.

Lane was not very surprised by this, the serf class was even more eager for promotion than the knight class, especially when there was a knight promotion order.

The musketeers don't seem to sound like ordinary soldiers. In fact, the musketeers enjoy a very good position in the empire. Many musketeers are trained at the Noor Gun Academy. After graduation, they can often get local nobles when they return to their hometown. They were warmly received and then hired as professional soldiers.

Every freedmen family sent their children to the Earl's barracks and recommended their children to Ryan.

In the end, Ryan recruited about 180 Musketeer recruits, and these recruits will be trained by the dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan until the dwarf engineer deems them qualified.

Thinking of the cost of all kinds of ammunition for training, Ryan felt a little pain in his heart. The projectile of the musket is not a crossbow or an arrow, and it is really gone when it is shot. Unlike the Nuer Gun Academy, the students there He bought these training ammunition with his own money, and for Ryan, no matter how rich the freedmen in his territory could not afford this expense, he still had to pay for the money himself.

This is a necessary expense, and the Count can only recognize it with his nose.

"Dong Dong~" The door of the room was knocked: "Master?"

"Come in." Ryan looked up from behind the pile of documents, and his dark elf maid walked in from outside with a tea tray and pastries.

There were only three people who dared to enter Ryan's room without knocking on the door, namely the fairy in the lake, his wife Suria, and the lake **** witch Morgiana.

Today, Orika is rarely wearing a maid outfit. The dark elf is wearing a hollow ivory simple pearl vase pleated skirt. The fabric on the chest is tight, with black high heels inlaid with gems and black pantyhose, except for Aside from the turban on her head, it's almost impossible to associate her with a maid.

Since Emilia left, Surya's maid Sylvia took over as Ryan's head maid. Unlike Emilia, Sylvia's management of the maid corps is more strict and inhumane. And he also likes to express his own opinions on Ryan's daily life. Although Ryan understands Sylvia's position, he still doesn't like it very much.

Of course, the soft and delicate dark elf has won more space. In addition to being a personal maid for Ryan, she also serves as the earl's secretary, helping him with paperwork.

"Put it over there." Ryan sighed lightly, and he motioned for Olika to come over.

"Master~ What's the matter?" The dark elf sat beside Ryan, leaning on his shoulder, his long black hair fell like a waterfall, and his amber eyes were full of affection: "I need my help. What are you?"

"Is there any objection in the territory recently, regarding the establishment of the Musket Team?" Ryan put down the quill, he held the dark elf on his lap, and inhaled the aroma of her hair.

"There are still some." The dark elf whispered: "But master, you can rest assured that no one of them dares to directly oppose you, this is enough, in fact, I hope that someone will take the initiative to oppose you, then you will You can directly take action against opponents..."

"Kill him?" Ryan squinted his eyes. After spending a long time together, he also understood the thinking circuit of the dark elves. These guys who believe in Kane, the **** of blood and murder, have a very simple view on internal affairs, either obey or be Various assassinations, conspiracies and **** duels.

"Master is so strong, who would dare to duel with you?" Olika said with some disapproval: "Since you don't have the guts to come out against it, it's okay to ignore the small opinions."

"Dueling can't solve all problems." Ryan complained: "This is a human, not a dark elves... For example, high elves rarely solve the internal affairs of the palace through duels, right?"

"That's because those stupid and cowardly guys have lost the enthusiasm and martial spirit that the elves should have." Olika said of the high elves with disdain: "Pride and prejudice dominate the entire high elves' court, where forever It's all sorts of political whirlpools and intrigues, and while the Druzzis are fighting the **** fiends of Chaos on the front lines, the two cry-loving and weak cousins ​​Asur and Eslai won't get our pity at all, true elves The orthodoxy is in Duruche, in Nagaroth! The last little inheritance of the high elves was long ago cut off at the Battle of Longbeard."

Are elves orthodox in dark elves? No high precision after long beard? The count always felt that this sounded familiar.

Ryan hugged his own dark elf pillow and smiled: "I'm not interested in who is the orthodox elves, whoever I love is whoever is, but I signed a covenant with Tigris, dear Olika, I am now You are allies with the high elves, so don't make trouble."

"Hmph~ If Master hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him." The dark elf grunted unhappily.

"Can you solve Tigris? I don't believe it." Ryan kissed Orika's delicate and smooth face.

"Don't underestimate me, Master." The dark elf seemed to have no intention of arguing with Ryan on this issue, and she changed the subject: "So, Master, what are you going to do about the Musketeers?"

"I won't give up the construction of the Musketeers because of objections." On this point, Ryan said that he would not have the slightest room for compromise, the earl whispered: "Now that my reform has reached this point, no matter what. shouldn't give up."

The formation of the musket team is most likely the first time Ryan challenged the existing order of the knight kingdom. Generally speaking, the knights do not like to see the serfs equipped with muskets in an organized manner, even if Ryan chose to be selected from among the free people, Opposition is still unavoidable.

So when we were discussing this matter, Veronica, the witch of Garland, suggested that Ryan could send these people to the Empire or Tyrell, and then hire them in the form of mercenaries in the form of "export to domestic sales". Come in, so that you can bypass the opinions and accusations of some people, like hiring Ugol cavalry archers, hanging in the name of the Ugol Circus.

Devon Baron Hux proposed another idea, that the group of muskets should not be directly named "Glamorgan Musketeers", but "Glamorgan Marines".

Hux’s opinion is not without reason. The knight from the duchy of Le-Angouran clearly told Lane that Richard’s duchy of Le-Angouran also has a musket battalion, and Richard, the king of knights, of course also knows The musket battalion will be opposed by conservative nobles, so he wears the name of forming a navy. The navy of Brittany is equipped with artillery and muskets. As for why the navy fights on land, this knight master also I don't know, the navy is really loyal to the country. In order to protect the country and defend the country, it is a good thing to abandon the warships to land operations. It should be rewarded!

Both proposals were ultimately rejected by Ryan.

Playing clever, playing tricks and tricks is not what he wants to do now. If it was before, he was too weak in Brittany, with insufficient background, and did not have enough territory, army, financial power, to do a little trick, It can be considered helpless to take advantage of the loopholes to get things done, so it is very meaningless to do such things at this time.

After he came to the kingdom of knights, he almost single-handedly smashed a hole in the insurmountable gap between serfs and knights. If he still did this at this time, it would be very cheap.

On the surface, the battle to conquer the Blackstone stronghold and defeat the great necromancer Heinrich Kemler did not seem to yield much, at most, the seizure of money. Ryan's territory did not expand, and his title did not increase. At first glance, it seems that It's him who suffers.

In fact, it is not. The biggest significance of defeating Kemler lies in the huge fame and the exponential increase in appeal.

The knights of the whole country now know that it was the coalition of Lane and François who defeated Kemmler and his Tomb Legion, the heroes of the kingdom who made great contributions to the defense of the kingdom without their sacrifices and Fighting hard, there will be no destruction of the ancient tomb legion that has plagued the Gray Mountains for decades.

Therefore, in this matter, the knights of the whole kingdom must accept Ryan's love. At this time, if Ryan stands up and expresses his desire to organize a knightly army to conquer Musilon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe he can be in two Within a month, an army of 10,000 knights was assembled.

At this time, we should seize the opportunity to advance our own reforms and plans. If we do not announce the official organization of the first official musket team in Brittany's history at this time, when will we wait?

Really put yourself in a cover and be bound by a decadent rule that has been formed for thousands of years?

If he doesn't do it because of someone's objection, he might as well find a rope to hang himself as a human hero, a sanctuary powerhouse, and the god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake.

After thinking about it, Ryan hugged his personal maid and wiped oil on the dark elf's beautiful black legs. The earl then asked, "Olica, have you wanted to go somewhere recently? The spring ploughing is almost over. I don't have much to do, we can go out together, anyway, there will be no war in this year or two."

"Master, give me some time to think about it?" The dark elf leaned on Ryan's body. She said that she needed some time to think about it. Ryan signaled the dark elf to think slowly, and he also wanted to hold her for a while.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the office.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Count, are you there?"

"Come in, what's the matter?" Ryan had to let go of the dark elf. He could hear Katzenberg's voice at this time, and the count motioned for the butler to come in.

"The Duke of Baudrillard is outside the winery!" Katzenberg, wearing a pair of round-frame sunglasses, strode in, looking very anxious: "The Duke of Baudric is in a hurry to see you. ."

"Know what happened?" Ryan frowned.

"Poseidon's trident was stolen by a group of rogue knights!" Bodric, Duke of Poldero, appeared directly from the door of Ryan's office. The Duke of Seagod's face was very serious: "Lion, I need your help!"

"Expedition to Estalia!"