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Raun’s problem is also a very complex political issue.

Because the Duke is now in a very embarrassing position during the Marhubad Rebellion.

If Raun is not responsible for the current situation, it is impossible to convince the public. After all, it is the knightly army that he led. As the main general, he can't shirk the blame for this failure.

But if Ryan wants heavy punishment, it is also not realistic.

Breton law stipulates that the twelve first-generation members of the Holy Grail knight family shall not accept any charges except for treason and blasphemy.

So did Raun treason and blaspheme?

No.

Mathieubad is Mathieubad and Raun is Raun. Although they are father and son, they are indeed two independent individuals.

Raun is a glorious holy grail knight with both virtue and military courage. He is not hard to fight, and his internal abilities are not bad. Since he became the regent of the kingdom, his abilities have been unanimously praised by all the nobles in the north.

Facing the rebellion in Lyonasse, he worked hard to suppress it. Facing Moussilon’s undead army, he also fought bravely to the last moment. He never betrayed the kingdom of knights, and never failed the important task of the fairy in the lake.

From the perspective of knighthood alone, Raun has nothing to blame. If the only thing that can be blamed, Raun did not manage himself when he was young.

But this has nothing to do with treason and blasphemy, or even with chivalry. Chivalry has no requirements in this regard. Even when some holy grail knights are forced to stay overnight at serf homes, many serfs will let their wives and daughters. Go and serve the Holy Grail Knight Master and see if you can "steal the noble blood."

This kind of thing is not common, but it happens occasionally, François once told Ryan to pay attention to this issue.

Therefore, from this perspective, it is not realistic to punish Raun heavily. Even at this point, it will cause a fierce backlash from many ducal families, and it will also make a series of plans between Ryan face considerable resistance.

Ryan also felt embarrassed. He then asked, "Is Ryan seriously injured?"

"It's very serious. Morgiana used the best herbal medicine given by the lady to treat Raun, and at the same time used a great spell to help him get rid of the toxins. The poison on the Mathieubad sword is very terrible. Raun now has a high fever. The condition is very unstable, and the two sisters of the lake **** prophet are constantly singing divine arts to help him stabilize his life characteristics." Berhemond frowned: "At the same time, your female courtier also joined the first aid. She made a lot of ice. Block helps Raun cool off fever."

"Is Theresa?" Ryan nodded, "No wonder I didn't see her."

"Huh, deserve it!" Veronica was still a bit angrily. The witch deliberately leaned against Ryan and whispered in a low voice: "Who didn't let him take care of himself? He gave birth to a good son..."

Ryan's original serious face immediately became a little stretched when he heard the witch's complaint. He couldn't help but chuckled twice before reaching out and squeezing Veronica's little black lace gloved hand: "Don't do this! We! Talking about serious matters!"

"Anyway, I can't talk about serious matters. I'm just a wizard and I'm naturally looked down upon by you holy grail masters. Can't I still complain about it?" Veronica was still angrily, the witch clasped her chest and leaned against Ryan's pillow. Speak.

François thought about it carefully. He stood up and walked around the room for a while, trying to say: "Perhaps...Lane, we might be able to take a step back on this issue."

"Take a step back?" Ryan raised his head, he was thoughtful.

"Yes, I think, for now, let's take a step back on this issue, and we shall assume that nothing has happened." François nodded, his sea-blue eyes rolled around, and he reached out and pinched his chin: "The battle for the throne has already been divided, and we will lose the demeanor if we pursue the responsibility at this time."

"How can this be?!" Veronica was like a cat with blown up hair. The Garland Witch almost jumped up. She yelled angrily: "If it weren't for his failure, Ryan would be forced to mobilize the spring ploughing serfs. ? If it weren't for him to lose so thoroughly, we would be forced to ask the Wood Elf to open the tunnel for us and owe such a big favor? If it weren't for him..."

Having said that, Veronica couldn't continue, because François was looking at her with a smile: "Did you finish?"

"...It's finished." Veronica knew she was a little gaffe. She sat down, turned her head, her eyes hung up, obviously her anger was still not over: "I'm a little excited, please forgive me."

François paused for a while, and the old man said with a smile: "I understand you, Ms. Veronica, you care about Ryan. You think this is unfair to Ryan, I understand."

"But the problem now is that even if we want to pursue the blame with all our strength, we can't do anything to Lawn, even if he is forced to redeem him on an expedition? What can we do to restore production, stabilize the situation, and remove this country from Mathuba? Is it helpful to get rid of the German Rebellion?" Francois said earnestly: "No, it won't do any good besides adding more trouble to the chaotic capital."

Berhemond also nodded, and the Duke of Red Dragon continued: "Yes, François is right. At this time, Laun was seriously injured and seriously ill. If we stand up and hold him accountable, it is really not in line with the chivalry. We all know his compassionate spirit, and we all know what Richard is in now. He can already do nothing. If Raun is forced to go to the monastery to think behind closed doors or go on an expedition for sin, then the whole kingdom will be full of shame. In the north, there will really be no more people in charge!"

"Furthermore, Ryan is already the victor. It is no longer possible for Raun to threaten him on the throne. He should be more generous." François also followed: "At this time, we take the initiative to take a step back, Raun will owe him. We are a huge favor, but we have benefited more. I even suggested that Ryan, you might as well directly propose to Richard to continue appointing Ryan as the regent of the kingdom."

"Continue to appoint Raun as the regent of the kingdom?" Ryan squeezed his chin and pondered this question. He faintly gained more insights: "You mean to use Raun's influence to ease the contradiction between North and South?"

"Yes, in the eyes of the knights and nobles in the north, Raun is their representative." Francois nodded repeatedly, and the old father-in-law said confidently: "Now, the knights and nobles in the north have suffered heavy losses in a series of wars. No one has the strength to oppose Ryan you ascending the throne. On the contrary, they also urgently need our food and army support."

"Yeah." Ryan lowered his head, he carefully considered the pros and cons: "At this time, if I were a knight noble in the north, then I must be very worried. Will the François group take action on our vital interests, such as territorial sovereignty, trade tariffs, and population."

"If at this time we choose not to hold Raun accountable but let him continue to serve as the regent, then this is a strong signal." Ryan immediately understood: "In this way, the northern knights and nobles will not think of us. Suppress them and exclude them from the decision-making circle, and our tolerance is bound to make Laun grateful. After losing the right to inherit the throne, his regent is not only harmless to us, but beneficial!"

"Ha ha ha ~ you can figure it out, that's great." François looked at his son-in-law and felt that the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. He learned too fast.

After a few more words, the three holy grail knights have been talking for a long time. François and Bohemond stood up: "You have an injury, so don't bother you to rest, Ryan, well. rest."

Before leaving the house, Bohemond asked casually: "By the way, when do you plan to start regaining Moussilon?"

"Ten days off! While the Wood Elf army is with you, our army will rest here for ten days, and then go south to recover Musilon!" Ryan said earnestly, "Now the morale of the army is booming. It must not be delayed. Take down Musilon in one go!"

"Then your injury is okay?" François nodded, he thought so too.

"no problem."

"That's OK, we'll rest for ten days and then go south."

After François and Bohemond left, Ryan looked out the window and realized that it was late at night. He laughed mockingly, and then asked the Garland Witch who was sitting next to him: "Are you angry? Dear?"

"How dare I be angry with the noble Lord Moussilon, the future king of knights, and the noble Lord of the Holy Grail!" Veronica cuddled her chest with her arms and turned her head to one side: "Now you are the best in this kingdom. Powerful people, this is not something that a witch should be involved in. Now Master Lane needs a wizard to provide him with advice on the kingdom's internal affairs?"

"Hahahaha!" Ryan couldn't help but smile. He put his uninjured hand around Veronica's slender waist, and then kissed her swan-like neck: "Dear Yes, thank you, you are willing to be patient in front of me, I am very happy, I know you have sacrificed a lot for me, don’t worry, in any case, I am the one in front of you that was burnt with fireball, his face scorched and exposed A ranger knight with white teeth."

"Huh~ You laughed like a dog, I don’t remember it!" Veronica thought of the past, her heart felt sweet, and the unhappy expression on her face could not be maintained. She cautiously leaned against Ryan’s On the shoulder, he mumbled: "That's how you lied to women? No wonder so many women like you, the electorate, the lake **** witch, the female dark spirit, and Mrs. Suria?"

"You are teasing me." Ryan murmured: "Now, a 30-year-old tramp will give you the highest compliment. Would you be moved... Oh!"

"Damn man! I like to spoil this atmosphere!" Veronica stretched out her hand and twisted Ryan's waist, and said angrily: "You can go to sleep tonight!"

"Don't do that, honey, chat with me tonight~" Ryan held Veronica's waist and motioned for her to come up.

Veronica faintly understood what Ryan meant. Witch Garland blushed and nodded, stretched out her hand to untie the high-heeled shoes, a pair of small stockings kicked off the high-heeled shoes, got into the bed, and said softly: "Just Chat?"

"Of course, it's just a chat!" Ryan smiled maliciously: "It's just that the method needs to be changed a little bit. You can talk up and down."

…………I am just talking about the dividing line…………

After resting for ten days, Ryan recovered from his injuries without delay. He immediately led the Chivalry Army, the Dwarf Army and the Wood Elf Army to the south, and officially sounded the clarion call to recover Musilon!

At this time, the undead forces entrenched in Mu Xilong no longer have the ability to resist Ryan's attack.

At the end of May, Richard Castle and Oise Castle fell, and all the undead defenders were annihilated.

At the beginning of June, the castle of Biokari fell, the castle of Pied-Okon fell, and all the undead troops were annihilated.

In mid-June, the Krechart Forest was cleaned up, and all the tribes of wild orcs entrenched in the forest were wiped out.

In late June, the ancient church of Freyja was conquered by the Chivalry army. The tombs of the undead were cleaned out. The three corpse kings were beheaded on the spot by Ryan, François and Calade.

At the end of June, the green-skinned tribe on the Orphan Hill was completely wiped out. The entire foot of the mountain was full of green-skinned corpses. A fire burned all day and night.

When the time came to the beginning of July, the entire Moussilon collar was close to the restoration of the whole territory. Only Moussilon Castle stood at the mouth of the Grismori River, and the high plateau wall quietly waited for the knightly led by Ryan. Army.

The final battle to recover Musilon will start here!

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