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Chapter 296 William III

"What did you say? Marienburg is independent? How dare they? How dare he?" In the Elector's palace in Altdorf, William III, Earl of the West, was shocked when he listened to the messenger's report.

To be honest, he was not surprised that his stupid cousin dared to give autonomy to the richest economic center of the empire for a huge bribe. After all, William had a good idea of ​​Dieter's character when he abandoned the city and lived in Altdorf.

Transparent.

"But those wealthy businessmen should not, unless...the Rick Council is convened!" The elector's gray beard flicked. He had passed his impulsive youth. As a qualified lord, William knew how to use his ministers.

of wisdom.

Reikland is not too big to say big, and it is not too small to say small. The knights are galloping, but it is three days since the ten high-ranking councilors gathered in Altdorf, and all kinds of news have spread throughout these three days.

the entire human empire.

"Everyone, the most reliable source is that Marienburg has obtained a security promise from the dwarves and the dogs over the mountains. Charron claimed that it is in line with the spirit of chivalry to protect any human being from the plunder of the Yankees." William III

Said while sitting at the head seat of the long table.

"Those guys whose virtues have been ruined often play the role of saints on earth, making people laugh at their generosity and make them laugh out loud! Their behavior is shooting themselves in the foot!"

"If they can't do it themselves, they still bite others. This will only let the world see clearly the hypocritical face of Bretonnia and the double-standard nature of the Lake Fairy."

"It's understandable that the Bretonnians would interfere, but why would the dwarves interfere? What benefit would Marienburg's independence have to them?"

The councilors had a heated discussion, but they could not immediately connect Snorri's behavior with the battle seven years ago. For a short-lived race like humans, seven years is enough time to build a new city from the ruins, and it is also immature enough.

The child grew up to be a qualified warrior.

"Snorri Thorson, King of the Southland, is the youngest son of High King Thorgrim. He should be the one operating this." William's secretary sent Snorri's information to the congressmen.

"Five or six years ago, he passed through my territory and defeated a Skaven force in Helmgart Fortress. He also received the nickname Stormhammer." William looked at the fourth man with a large eaves on the right.

old man in hat.

"Munch, your eagle eyes rarely make mistakes! Who knew, in just a few years, a dwarf prince escorting a caravan would have the power to stir up the entire world."

"Yes, my Majesty." The retired witch hunter has become much older, and the injuries he suffered when he was young have tortured him to the point of emaciation.

"When the news first came, I didn't even dare to think it was the same person. Now, thanks to him, Helmgart has a tourist attraction, and his compatriots have built a statue of him. But it's not good.

One thing is that there have been three incidents of flying hammer injuries this year." Sir Monk muttered.

"The dwarves of Breeze Castle seem to be gathering. Is there any news from Fearless Castle?" William then asked.

"We are all gathering together. I heard from my drinking buddy that Savak, the Lord of the Dreadnaught, may be going to conquer the Dreadnought. Snorri is known as the savior of the Dreadnought. There are also changes in the desolate castle at the end of the Gray Mountains. The dwarves in the mountain fortress used to work on their own.

Linkages are too rare.”

"The dwarves in various urban settlements should also have ideas. On the way here, I saw several blacksmith shops and hotels closed."

"Based on this, he might be able to recruit more than two thousand dwarves, plus Bretonnia..."

After a brief exchange of information, the Rick councilors confirmed that the foreign aid Marienburg had attracted was enough to protect itself after independence. After making this clear, the human leaders began to discuss countermeasures.

"We cannot sit back and watch Marienburg become independent. I believe that the other electors have the same idea as me." William III directly expressed his views. His words received a response, but the MPs discussed it for a long time and could not decide.

Find a way.

"My Lord, we can't stop it! We don't say whether Marienburg's foreign aid will fight against us, or whether our brothers can win. We have no reason to send troops. Dieter IV is His Majesty the Emperor, and Marienburg is independent.

It’s his edict!”

Marshal Rick was pushed out. He was a loyal and tough veteran. The words coming out of his mouth were as sharp as the sword at his waist.

"snort!"

William III sat down, and the marshal's words hit the nail on the head. As the elector of Reikland, he was not even qualified to intervene. Not to mention William, even the elector of Nordland could not directly interfere with Marienburg.

During the Great Holy War, several wealthy merchants met with Emperor Magnus and provided huge military expenditures in exchange for the authorization of the city council to manage Marienburg.

"Dieter, Emperor, edict." William muttered through gritted teeth, his mustache twitching. "You're on to the point, Howard! Maybe this is a turning point."

"Let the meeting adjourn, I want to think about it!"

As the courtiers left one after another, William felt anger and ambition burning in his chest. Where did they come from? His cousin's misbehavior and perverse behavior? The prosperity of the territory brought about by the hard work of recent generations of lords? Or the mages at the magic academy?

extraordinary power?

"The oriental barbarians from the Steel Territory have held the throne for three generations. It's time for another human emperor from the Rick Territory, my little William."

A voice woke up the elector, and he found the speaker with cold eyes. It was an old man with white hair and beard, Heisenberg, the head minister of the Riker Council. He had been working with the council since his father.

A veteran.

"What do you think?"

"Your father often said that when leading a cow, you should lead it by its nose. You should first look at the whole cow clearly, and then find where its nose is." The old man gave his advice slowly.

"I need information on all aspects, at any cost!" William's voice echoed through the entire parliament.

"What a thunderous method! Your storm hammer is well-deserved, and your wrist is as fast and cruel as a hammer!"

In the clan's training ground, Snorri pulled his eldest brother Panom up from the ground. He rushed back from Shanhu Castle in advance to reunite with him. The two brothers, who had not seen each other for a long time, chatted for a long time. In the end, Panom was still

I couldn't help but want to try Snorri's current strength.

"I think it's better to say that my sister-in-law has taken up too much of your energy." Snorri laughed evilly.

"Haha, it sounds like you have some ideas. But I have to say it's official business, official business!" Genom patted his butt. He looked at his younger brother and saw from this candidate who killed the demigod the first warrior of the mountains.

He could still vaguely see some traces of the little follower from back then.

"By the way, your eldest niece doesn't have a name yet. Pamela and I both hope that you will be the one to name her!"


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