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"Gunpowder blows the Knight class to pieces" - K.H.M

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"Gunpowder did not directly destroy the knights and castles. In fact, even the unrenovated medieval city walls can cause considerable trouble for the army equipped with gunpowder weapons - countless battle examples in history can prove this. Gunpowder only provides more powerful weapons for the offensive side. When the city defense technology in the new era matures, gunpowder becomes a weapon for the defensive side.

However, gunpowder did indeed blow the "Knight class" to pieces.

With the popularization of gunpowder weapons, the cost of war began to soar. The production, manufacturing and storage of gunpowder all require massive technology, manpower and management resources. At the same time, the armies of various countries have also begun to reform in the direction of specialization and scientificization. Small and medium-sized aristocrats are no longer able to bear a war, so they gradually lose their autonomy and become vassals of the great aristocrats. From then on, the stronger the strong, the weaker the weaker.

As the fief knights lost their existence as the smallest unit military entity, the by-product of the fief knight system also disappeared.”—Bonnie Sefire

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[December 2, 537, Imperial Calendar][23 years ago/18 years before the end of the Bagrum War of Rebellion]

[St. Mira Convent Cathedral]

"The old king is dead!"

After three days and three nights of painful struggle, the imperial emperor "madman" Richard IV finally swallowed his last breath on the bed.

Leave an empire waiting for inheritance.

"The new king should be established!"

Until he was consecrated with oil, Henry Lieyang was still recalling the morning outside Bagroom Castle eighteen years ago, the conversation between father and son.

The convent choir sang hymns in unison, and the songs echoed under the towering dome of the cathedral, becoming more ethereal and sacred.

Maria, the director of the Convent of St. Mira, held the crown in her hand and slowly approached Henry on the throne.

The Cathedral of St. Mira was not a traditional place for the imperial emperors to hold coronation. Traditionally, the dean of the Convent of St. Mira was not qualified to wear a crown for the ascension emperor.

Even the crown placed in Dean Maria's hand was not the crown of the emperor that was passed down from generation to generation in the empire, but the crown of King Ferren found in the sacred relic.

But when "Richard the Ultimate" had already used the traditional Saint Clovian sacred oil bottle, kneeled on the traditional crown of the emperor, and wore the traditional crown of the crown of the traditional crown of the Pope of the Crown, the tradition was less important.

There is no possibility of reconciliation in this war of succession between the two brothers. Since Richard Lieyang has been crowned "Richard V", the faster Henry Lieyang is crowned "Henry III", the better.

The coronation process has been practiced several times, so everything goes smoothly.

President Maria placed the crown above Henry Lieyang, and Henry calmly recited the coronation vows that had been recited by emperors of all ages: "I will perform all duties and safeguard my honor with the church and the princes and the peoples until my life ends."

Next, President Maria should answer: "May God give you mercy on you, my Lamb, and will give you the authority you deserve."

However, the nun, who was over 60, did not speak the established lines. She helped Henry Lieyang, who had just been crowned emperor, held the latter's hand, and turned to look at the people at the coronation ceremony.

"I saw it!" said Maria, "The Lord brushed away the dust from my eyes and made me see."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Her voice is not loud, but it is clearly heard into everyone's ears, accompanied by a power that makes people involuntarily convinced:

"I saw an oak tree growing from Henry Fierce Sun's chest, growing and reaching the sky. The branches of the oak tree stretched to the end of the continent, and the shade of the oak tree enveloped the horizon of the whole world. Four rivers stretched out from under the roots, and four hills supported the oak tree's dome."

"The boats on the river are bustling, the crops on the fields are full and golden, the hillsides are covered with endless forests, and sweet springs are gushing among the cypress and rose bushes."

"The bells of a thousand churches are ringing, and a thousand nightingales are singing. Climbing up from the trunk of that oak tree, the soul of the mortal will reach heaven."

Maria looked at Henry Lieyang, and her white eyes were filled with strange light.

She proclaimed the prophecy in a nearly chanting way: "Henry Lieyang, you will become a great ruler, and your descendants will achieve great things than you. Your blood is destined to hold power! From this sea to that sea! From the river to the end of the earth!"

After saying that, President Maria turned to face the people who witnessed the coronation ceremony and shouted loudly: "The Supreme Emperor of the Imperial People is crowned and ascended the throne! Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!" Everyone in the church cheered in unison: "Long live the emperor."

Outside the church, the salutes sounded. The choir sang "Gratitude and Praise", and a series of celebrations had just begun.

"May God have mercy on you, Your Majesty." In the sea of ​​carnival, Maria held the hand of the new emperor and blessed in a low voice: "Give you the authority you deserve."

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Half an hour later, the library of the Convent of St. Mira.

Henry Lieyang put the crown on the copying table and took off the heavy clothes on his body. There are six layers of coronation dresses, which are troublesome to wear and even more difficult to take off.

"Wow!" Along with the sound of footsteps, a teasing voice sounded from the door: "It is destined to hold power! From this sea to that sea! From the river to the end of the earth - a truly amazing prophecy."

"If you are very idle, why don't you come and help me take off this burden." Henry Lieyang replied angrily: "Uncle!"

The person who came was Louis, Duke of Lottele. Time did not deteriorate his face, but instead added a few charms to him as mature men.

He walked to his nephew and asked with a smile: "What are you doing when you take it off? You have a banquet to attend later."

"I can wear military uniforms to participate." Henry Lieyang pulled off his waist.

"Okay, you are the emperor, you have the final say." The little Duke of Lotel picked up the crown and looked at it: "Is this really pure gold?"

"Let go!" A stern rebuke came from outside the door: "That's not something you can touch!"

Hearing the scolding, Duke Lortayer obviously shivered unconsciously. He hurriedly put the crown back to its original position and leaned against the side.

An energetic old man in military uniform strode into the library. The old man's hair was completely white, but his steps were still strong and powerful, and he spoke in a very calm manner. He could not tell at all that he was nearly seventy years old.

There was only one person who could make the little Duke of Lotel who cares nothing so frightened - the old Duke of Lotel and Winfred.

"Your Majesty." The old duke stood in front of the little emperor and saluted respectfully.

"Maternal grandfather." Henry Lieyang's smile became a little bitter: "You don't have to."

"No! Since Your Majesty has been crowned, then Your Majesty is the supreme emperor of the Empire." Winfred glanced at his youngest son and said in a loud voice: "Not only other people should get used to this, but His Majesty himself should get used to this."

Henry Lieyang felt from the bottom of his heart that his grandfather was right, but he always felt a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Duke Lotel made a secret grimacing behind the Duke, which made him smile.

"You are destined to hold power, from this sea to that sea, from the river to the extremes of the earth." The old duke said heavily without knowing what his younger son was doing, "It is indeed a very powerful prophecy."

"Do you believe in the so-called prophecy? Grandfather." Henry Lieyang's smile became even more helpless: "It's not all things compiled by Dean Maria."

"I don't believe in any bullshit prophecy." The old duke said firmly: "But it was a prophecy that Maria said in person, so it was of great importance."

The old duke then explained: "As the dean of the Monastery of Saint Mira, since Maria announced her prophecy in public, she is responsible for helping you achieve your prophecy. Otherwise, her status as well as the Monastery of Saint Mira will be lost.

Maria is the first of seventeen convents including Quilinburg, Elsen, Upper Ton, Lower Ton, Mars River, Gutenzel, and Beinte.

Her side means that seventeen convents stand on our side. Each of those convents holds immeasurable wealth, and with their help, our military expenditure problems can be greatly alleviated."

The library fell into a brief silence.

The young emperor exhaled a gentle breath and asked the old duke seriously: "What do she want?"

Winfred glanced at his grandson with relief and replied roughly: "What else can the priests want? Money! Power! Soul!"

"You have negotiated the price with her?" Henry asked.

The old duke replied without hesitation: "Yes."

The young emperor continued to unbutton the robe: "Hope is a good price."

"Not a good price," the old duke said bluntly: "But we have no room for bargaining."

"Yes." The young emperor accepted calmly.

After a while, the old duke changed his tone and said easily: "But your Majesty don't worry. When you really take power, you will have many opportunities to renegotiate the price."

A moment of cunning flashed in the seemingly rough old man's eyes: "After all, political promises are for breaking."

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! [April 21, 560, Empire Calendar][Current]

[Wuwu Palace]

Whenever I walked through the long corridor in front of the emperor's office, Secretary of State Jims Farrell could not help but wonder: the reason why this corridor is so long, so empty, and so smooth is to make every imperial subject who walked through here understand the feeling of being on thin ice and trembling.

After obtaining permission from the royal guards, the Minister of State carefully pushed open the wooden door.

It's still the simple office: a table, a chair, and two wooden boxes - one holds documents that have not been approved, and the other holds documents that have been approved.

The late Emperor Richard IV on the wall was still scrutinizing everything in the room with a stern look.

The current imperial emperor Henry III still sits on the only chair in the office to rule the empire, and does not even look up at the Minister of State.

The Minister of State walked to the emperor's table.

"Falelle." When the emperor spoke, the quill in his hand did not stop.

"Your Majesty, I am here." The Minister of State replied respectfully.

"You should have received the report from the new Speaker of the United Republic of China's speech in Champagne."

"Yes, your Majesty."

The emperor put down his quill and looked up at the Minister of State: "What do you think?"

"All nonsense! The defeated dog barked wildly! He whispered!" The Minister of State accused righteously: "It shows that the rebel party is not only without loyalty, but also a group of morally corrupt villains!"

The emperor seemed to be smiling but not laughed, and then lowered his head to write on the file.

A strong emperor and a strong chief minister will often lead to a disaster. Therefore, it is said that Jims Falare can become a minister of state all depends on two points: first, he obeys His Majesty's orders; second, he is best at figuring out His Majesty's thoughts.
To be continued...