Warhammer Throne

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It was still cold in Berleon in February, but it was not as uncomfortable as the cold. The snow was gradually melting, and the principality on the west coast of Brittany had begun to wake up from winter.

Last year, the Principality of Berleón was hit by a disaster. A small plague swept the entire region, followed by the tsunami and earthquake, as well as those terrible skeleton pirates and robbers and bandits from the southern countries. The Principality was facing a huge crisis. However, the main army went to participate in the Bafeng Mountain Expedition, and the remaining army struggled to deal with these powerful enemies.

At this critical moment, Theodoric, Duke of Berleon, announced his return. He held the first Duke of Berleon in both hands, one of the twelve first Holy Grail knights, Balduin’s sacred battle axe, one for each person. The horse appeared on the battlefield. Theodoric's appearance at this critical moment greatly boosted the morale of all the nobles and serfs throughout the Principality. The army regrouped and fought against the coalition composed of skeleton pirates and bandits. In the battle, Theodoric took the lead courageously, and the magical battle axe in his hand exudes endless pure light, resisting the various evil spells of the undead pirates.

After five hours of **** battle, the commander of the undead pirates with an axe headed by the Duke chopped into two pieces. With the failure of the undead magic, the entire undead army was wiped out, and the remaining bandits and bandits were also defeated. The knights of the Duchy of Berleon Embracing a big victory, chanting victory.

With this victory, Duke Theodoric finally announced his return. He swears to the fairy in the lake that he will not fall into old trouble again, hoping that the goddess can forgive his sins.

No one knows whether the fairy in the lake forgave him, but after seeing his performance, the lake **** witch Maugiana decided to give him another chance, and Duke Theodoric was able to return to the court of Berleon. This time this The Duke’s attitude turned around 180 times. He not only fully supported Ryan’s reforms and the New Deal, but even vigorously promoted serfs. He learned Ryan’s victory and cleaned up a large number of knights and nobles who did not participate in the war, and confiscated their money. The fief retained the title of nobility, and then promoted dozens of knights from the serfs in one go.

But after the war and looting, the Principality's situation became more and more difficult. Theodoric was too anxious. Instead, the situation in the Principality became unstable. Chaos, lack of food, and heavy losses of winter wheat planted. There was no aristocratic management in many areas. The situation, famine everywhere.

Fortunately, at this time, the Knight King Ryan returned and brought back the main army of the Principality of Berleon.

In late February, the Old World, Brittany, the Duchy of Berleon, the Baron of Westborn, the town of Westborn.

The cold wind roared and the air smelled of moist and soil. Many homeless refugees flooded into the town. Their villages and fields were destroyed. The winter wheat and all were gone. The Duke ordered them to go to various places. The towns are concentrated, waiting for relief.

The town of Westborn is a town on the southern border of the Principality of Berleon, close to the Berleon River. This town has a population of almost four thousand. More than one thousand refugees swarmed into it at once. The situation is a bit chaotic, but the army and the The local nobles responded quickly. They settled the refugees in towns. The local nobles joined the Lake Fairy Church and the Mercy Goddess Church to begin relief.

On the street in the town, a holy grail knight wearing a full set of aristocratic gowns and a white gold cape behind him appeared near the relief point. Behind him was a large noble lady with blond hair and blue eyes and a black man. The silver-eyed witch, a dozen old guards wearing tall bearskin caps, luxurious dwarf rune-gold bust armor and white uniforms followed them.

There were several large iron pots on the relief point, and firewood was used to cook things. There were more than 30 infantrymen and two knights maintaining order at the scene. In addition to the nuns and priests of the Fairy Church in the Lake and the Church of the Goddess of Mercy We were also there. Seeing this group of people appeared, the headed knight immediately trembled with excitement. He hurriedly saluted: "My...my majesty! Good noon! May madam bless us! I am Das of Baron Westbourne. Sir Thierry de Vigery!"

"Shhh, keep a low profile. Our Majesty doesn't want people to find him here." Su Liya, who was standing behind Ryan, smiled and stretched out a green jade finger to her lips.

"Well, what are you cooking?" The headed Ryan smiled. The old guards behind him were dressed too conspicuously, betraying the identity of the king. The king of knight looked at the iron pot, a large group of semi-liquid things. It was bubbling and the color was light brown.

"Cooking the porridge, Your Majesty!" Sir Vigery said nervously, "Be careful, Your Majesty, don't get scalded. The porridge will be ready for a while."

"Porridge? Porridge?" Ryan smiled when he heard the advice. He immediately reached out to the nun, the goddess of mercy, who was cooking the porridge. The nun quickly handed the big iron spoon in her hand to the king. She almost wanted to kneel down, but Sulia Signaling no need: "No need to kneel, no need to kneel, everyone, doing your own thing is the greatest respect to us."

"Yes!" Sir Vigery saluted immediately with excitement.

"Very well, let me see what these porridges are made of." Ryan stuffed the big iron spoon into the big iron pan and stirred vigorously. The edge of the iron spoon and the bottom of the iron pan made a sharp noise, and the king picked it up. A spoonful, looked carefully.

The semi-liquid substance in the spoon consists of crushed vegetables, soybeans, peas, and some incompletely ground rye, buckwheat particles and noodle bran. Ryan put the spoon down, stretched it in and stirred it, then picked it up again. He saw nut particles and a little pig offal.

The king put down the big iron spoon and asked Sir Vigeri, "Is that all?"

"That's it. The same things are cooked in these cauldrons." Sir Vigery nodded, and he said respectfully: "A refugee, a bowl of porridge, half a black bread, this is relief food."

Ryan was noncommittal. He gave Bertrand, the old guard commander-in-chief standing behind him, a look. Bertrand immediately issued the order: "Check, every iron pot, and the relief food in it!"

"Yes!" The old guards immediately began to check the contents of several large iron pots, as well as the unpleasant brown bread bags piled in the back, as well as rye and buckwheat. The old guards carefully I searched the ground and opened each bag for inspection. Then I came back to report: "Your Majesty, there are the same things in several cauldrons. The room is also full of rye, buckwheat, and brown bread. It smells really good. Rotten! It's sour!"

"Yeah!" Ryan nodded in satisfaction. There was no warning and no warning for this surprise inspection, but the king got a satisfactory result. Today, he conducted a surprise inspection of three towns, and they were all satisfied: "Good job, Vigery. Sir, I’m very happy. I walked three places today and they all ensured that no refugees would starve to death... Why did you add a little pig offal?"

A bowl of such gruel and half a black bread is enough to ensure that an adult man is five or six points full, enough.

"The baron said, he intends to repair the walls of the town, just because these refugees can be used as labor, he asked us to add some pig offal in." Sir Vigery saluted again: "Those things are always eaten by serfs, the market It’s very cheap. You can buy a big bag with a few copper coins. We bought a lot and piled them at the back."

"Very good." Ryan nodded again, and the king said casually: "Is idle anyway, right? Let them know that the relief food is hard to come by. Okay, stay a little longer, wait for the spring ploughing, I will let you mention it. Odoric sent the army to let the refugees return to their homes, rebuild the village, and let them go back to the fields."

"Yes!" The knight aristocrat obeyed, Ryan smiled, watching the people who were waiting in line to receive the porridge from afar and pointing towards him, the king's eyes were a little erratic: "God to rule the world and the people."

"Govern the world, the people are heaven!"

After that, the knight king kept doing nothing. He smiled at Sulia and Teresa standing behind him: "Suria, Teresa, would you like to experience the food for refugees?"

"I will eat whatever you eat. I am your wife, dear." Su Liya said with a smile.

"...If you must." Teresa smelled the unpleasant smell of the black bread pile, and the female warlock felt a strong physical and psychological discomfort. It can be seen that Su Liya said so and refused to admit defeat. Said the female warlock a little awkwardly.

"Hahahaha!" Ryan burst out laughing, and the Knight King stretched out three fingers: "Come on! Give me, my queen and my courtiers three bowls of relief porridge and a black bread!"

"Your Majesty, as a king, how can you eat this kind of food?!" The knight couldn't believe what he heard, but seeing the king's resolute attitude, he had to agree.

Soon, the porridge was ready, Ryan picked it up and ate it, and Su Liya took the spoon and ate it slowly.

Only Teresa was holding the small wooden bowl, and the sorcerer looked at the semi-liquid food in the bowl with a tangled face. She pretended to be afraid of being hot, and after blowing it for a long time, she still couldn't eat it.

As soon as he looked up, Ryan was looking at himself with a smile.

Teresa's face flushed suddenly, and Ryan's gaze made her feel very strange and ashamed, as if two people were getting along in private. The female warlock gritted her teeth and sent the spoon into her mouth.

The mass of paste with a strange taste and a lot of grains made the female warlock rush into her nose with nausea. She couldn't help but spit out the refugee porridge, and Teresa angrily put the bowl on the table. One release: "Where is this food for people to eat? Ryan, it tastes too... too strange, right?"

Ryan and Sulia looked at each other and smiled.

"There are fifty thousand people living on this kind of porridge in Berleon, dear Ms. Teresa." Ryan had already finished the porridge at this time, and the knight king put the bowl down: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to drink it, Teresa. It’s pretty good if you are willing to taste it."

The female warlock was ashamed. She was about to say something, but Ryan took her waist and motioned back to the carriage to say, and patted Teresa's hand to indicate that it was really okay.

As a sorcerer caster, she is really born superior. It is really okay for Ryan to be unaccustomed to eating this kind of things. If a female sorcerer at the pinnacle of the legend has to eat the same as a refugee, then this society is really problematic.

After taking a few bites, Su Liya put down the bowl and spoon. The female knight shook her head at Ryan, indicating that she could not eat anymore.

So today’s surprise inspections are all over. Ryan immediately ordered to return to Gene City. He, Sulia and Teresa cleaned up and got on the luxury carriage. Today is also Teresa’s last day here. Tomorrow She must return to the Ice Wizard Tower. The Grass Festival is getting closer and closer. She will spend two or three days preparing with Aurora, and then teleport to the Sky Castle.

The three men settled in the luxury carriage, and the carriage began to move.

Teresa is still somewhat restrained. Today, the female warlock is wearing a set of twilight snow pink ripples and wiping Chu Sakura hip skirt, draped in a pink plush coat, matching flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose and creamy white high heels with long legs Just by the hand of Ryan, the sorcerer always didn't like to dress so brightly. Bright tones and pink were not her colors, but Su Liya persuaded her to try once, but Teresa did not refuse.

The effect was not bad. Today she still felt backache at noon, her legs were weak, and she was sitting on a soft sofa. The female warlock secretly scolded Ryan that this fellow was getting worse and worse, and she didn’t know how to cherish herself, but The sorcerer knew that she felt comfortable physically and mentally, and she thought it would be even better if she could get lucky with a child.

Su Liya wears a set of embroidered lace skirt with apricot and yellow breeze. Like Teresa, she wears flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, with a pair of red-soled and black pearl-studded high heels, graceful and luxurious, and the queen's temperament fills the entire carriage. Within, she and Teresa sat next to Ryan, but from the aura, Su Liya had an obvious advantage.

Ryan has already talked about the topic: "The news of Beria has arrived. The situation in Kislev has been very bad recently. He was hungry everywhere. The court was unable to issue military pay. It relied on Katharine's tactics and methods, as well as **** killings. The army mutiny was suppressed...Beria can now be sure that Master Sergo must be in the Cheka prison, but there is no way to save people."

Ryan showed Sulia and Teresa the news that Beria had sent urgently through magic props. Both women felt the crisis of the matter. Sulia was still thinking about it, but Teresa had a sense of the name. interest.

"Sergo?" Teresa asked curiously, "Who is he? It sounds like you care about him."

"Master Sergo is one of the designers and manufacturers of HellStorm Rocket Launcher. In Kislov, Sergo means'Hell', so HellStorm Rocket Launcher is named after him." With a serious expression, the Knight King has focused his attention on this matter: "We must try to get this great engineer!"

"Since you are a great engineer, why would you be put in jail?" Teresa asked strangely: "Why don't you reuse this kind of talent, but also lock it up?"

"Hey..." Ryan shook his head repeatedly, and he said to Teresa: "Because Kislov is now a country controlled by wizards. The kingdom's court is actually controlled by the Ice Witch headed by Katharine. Ice witches... don’t like engineering or gunpowder weapons. Compared with these, they are more willing to believe in their own magic. There are too few people who can be wizards, chemists and engineering masters like Gelt. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah." Teresa nodded, indeed she herself was more willing to believe in her magic.

"Because of this, Katalin and the Ice Witch monopolized and occupied most of the national resources to meet their cultivation needs. Naturally, the resources allocated to Sergo were less, and Sergo was a good one. People with talents and levels generally have one characteristic." Ryan continued, "That is..."

"That's a big temper!" Su Liya said with a smile: "We already understand from the dwarf."

"Yes, I have a great temper. Since the death of the former Tsar Boris-Bokaha, the resources that Master Sergo can get have become less and less. This makes the great engineer very dissatisfied. He has published a lot of opposition to the female czar. And satirical remarks about the privileges of the Ice Witch, and the whole city of Kislov is full of Cheka’s secret police. The news spread easily. Katalin could bear it, but it didn’t take long for the unbearable Ice Witch. Collectively demand that the female czar send Cheka to arrest Sergo. If it were not for the general and the Boyers to intercede, Sergo would have been killed."

"How is this." Teresa murmured: "My Majesty Katalin and I have met many times. In my mind, she is not such a person."

"That's because you are an ice witch, and she is also an ice witch!" Ryan laughed a long time, "Aurora is also an ice witch! You are all ice witches, of course you are all equal, but Shergo is not, Kesler The husband’s nobles are not, not even the common people! Wizards govern a country like this, they subconsciously regard a country as a warehouse for providing research materials and a cash machine for research funding. Financial income is the first idea for wizards. It's not how to distribute and how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, but how much you can get."

"..." Teresa pursed her mouth and said nothing. The Sorceress originally wanted to refute, but she thought about it and it seemed that it was indeed the case. Her mother Aurora has always been used to spending money lavishly, and Ryan allocated the MI7 money. She came up and directly moved half of it to use it for the latest big spell research and purchase various luxury goods. Her current annual expenses are no less than one thousand kronor, but the income is very small, not like Veronica’s Dawn Wizard. The tower has achieved a balance of payments.

"But in any case, Kislov can't fall, otherwise the empire will face the offensive of the northern barbarians." Ryan said so far: "At the same time, our preparations should also be quickened, Sulia, regarding my previous arrangements. ..."

"The Musilon Invalides has begun construction. This welfare home for the disabled in the army and a museum to showcase the glory of military service will be completed by the end of the year. The guard manor will be doubled. All the old guards who participated in the Battle of Bafeng Mountain will enjoy additional special allowances and the right to send their children to the military academy." Su Liya said with a smile: " What you said, Ryan, how can the soldiers fight hard if the military pay is not paid? And they can't make the soldiers shed blood and tears. They are fighting for their lives in order to defend their homes and the country. We should let them know that the king and queen will never Forget their sacrifices and contributions, we have an obligation to do well."

"Well, good, but there is one more thing." Ryan nodded. Now, the soldiers of the kingdom worship and support King Ryan more than the knight master. This is recognized in Bretania.

"what?"

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