The pungent smell of strong liquor lingered in the hall for a long time, and the ministers on both sides were as silent as ice. The sound of gurgling and gurgling sounded again, and then the wine barrel was empty again and slowly rolled to the wall.
This man's name is Rommel, the Lord of Hearth Castle, the Knight of Glory, and the Red-bearded Knight. He is nearly eighty years old and is the old Grand Duke's capable general. I don't know how much sweat and blood he has shed for the Principality of Cambay in his life.
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Therefore, the Rommel family has great power in the Principality of Cambay, and has been guarding Hearth Castle and the material base of the Principality of Cambay for generations.
Not a grain of grain is produced in Hearthforge, not a cup of ale is supplied, not a piece of bread is baked, and very few caravans pass through.
All its expenses are provided by the city of Heim. The security inside the castle is extremely tight. It is easy to get out, but if you want to return, you will have to undergo endless questioning and scrutiny.
In Hearth Keep, except for some of the most basic necessary facilities, all areas are occupied by the blacksmiths' furnaces. The sound of clanking starts in the early morning and will gradually disappear until the moon rises on the branches.
The reason is that Hearth Castle is responsible for the production of all weapons for the cavalry of the Principality of Cambay. Even the sword of Archduke Dominic was produced here.
A new day began quietly. After the inventory of more than a dozen carriages carrying goods was completed, they were escorted by countless principality cavalry to Heim City. The sound of anvils being struck was heard one after another, and sparks were flying, some long and some short.
"Your Majesty, we received a letter from Heim City last night, saying that this year's 'Conscription Order' has officially started."
"This is a fire-lacquered letter, as well as the supplies for this month sent by Treasurer Paul, which are a hundred crystal coins and several boxes of magic crystals of various grades, totaling 500."
Seeing that the first minister did not speak, he slowly walked out of the queue. However, the fire-painted letter in his hand was just shaking in the air, and he had no intention of delivering it to the throne.
Therefore, he knows this lord very well. Except for matters related to weapons, he will not pay attention to these matters at all, even if it is a handwritten letter from Archduke Dominic.
If he had to say he had a hobby, it would be the wine bag that never left his hand. Rommel had never been sober in his life. Even in his early years during the Holy War, he looked like this in a daze.
But if someone despises Rommel because of this, it would be a big mistake. Because although he has never become a peak powerhouse, he has been in the realm of the Knight of Glory for more than thirty years.
The strength a person displays does not all come from professional level, strategic literacy, ability to understand enemy and friendly moves, adaptable responses, and decisiveness over time.
These are all Rommel's advantages, and it is not an exaggeration to even call him the "King Under God's Blessing". At least to this day, he has never lost to any opponent of the same level.
And in the past few decades, his level of fighting spirit has already reached the peak of the Knight of Glory. Perhaps with just one opportunity, Rommel can reach the top.
But not everyone can encounter this kind of "opportunity". Hard work is very important, but in the real world, luck is often the key to destiny.
Therefore, the wine bag in Rommel's hand became heavier and heavier, and he spent almost half of his time half asleep and half awake. He also visited several divine knights, but the results were not optimistic.
To put it bluntly, "opportunity" is nothing more than an "obsession". After Rommel was contacted, he actually said that he would become the strongest man while drunk.
But now, his remarks have become a big joke. At least in the eyes of many low-level professionals, Rommel is just the Lord of Cambay who is content with having fun.
"I know, just tell me this kind of thing casually from now on. There is no need to discuss it in the main hall."
"Master David, I heard that there are idiots trying to steal ore raw materials recently? Has the criminal been caught now?"
Rommel waved his hand, indicating that he did not want to dwell on this matter any more. Then he looked at the other person, and a hint of coldness shot out from his dim pupils.
"We have all been caught. The mastermind is a viscount, and there are twelve participants in total. They are now being held in prison, waiting for your final execution." David bowed and saluted, and then said softly.
David, the dwarf blacksmith of Hearth Fortress, is the noblest slave in the principality. He was expelled from the Flint Basin by the dwarf king in his early years, and ended up in the Principality of Cambay after going round and round.
Seeing his superb craftsmanship, the old prince tore up the slave documents with his own hands in front of all the ministers and sent them to Hearth Keep.
From that day on, David never stepped out of the city gate. He liked the atmosphere in Hearth Keep and loved being with the furnace all day long, as if he was still in his hometown.
"Pour the blood of those wastes into the 'Blood Lake' and throw the bodies into the Tiger's Throat Jungle."
"As for that baron, send someone to investigate again and kill everyone involved in this matter, regardless of status!"
After Rommel said that, he uncorked the wine and started drinking. The imperial meeting came to an end after half an hour. Rommel was sitting on the throne, staring blankly at his sword.<
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A long sigh echoed, and he turned to look at the sky, then slowly stood up and walked towards the inner door. If anyone were present at this moment, they would definitely find that he still had the usual confused look, and the majesty of the Knight of Glory has not changed for decades.
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The words were divided into two parts, the executioner and the principal cavalry had cold faces, and the twelve thieves who stole the ore raw materials begged for mercy and moved forward slowly. An iron shackle covered with barbs rattled, and many ordinary people in the blacksmith shop pointed.
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At noon, the group finally arrived at the "Blood Lake". The place was filled with the smell of blood that persisted all year round, and even the trees next to it were dyed red.
Blood Lake is an artificial lake located at the junction of the Principality of Knight. It is named after the terrifying bloody water. It is also the largest execution site in the Principality of Cambay.
The prisoner's head was cut off and the blood was melted into the lake. After thousands of years of "careful management", the area of the blood lake has tripled.
Most of these were obtained by Hearth Castle. Therefore, Hearth Castle serves as the material headquarters of the Principality of Cambay, so no mistakes are allowed.
As the main city with the strictest laws in the Principality of Cambay, killing prisoners in the Blood Lake is as commonplace as a daily routine.
"Spare your life, sir. I am a baron. How about you go and intercede with Lord Rommel? I know I was wrong and I will never get my hands on the ore raw materials again."
The baron knelt on the shore of the Blood Lake, begging the dwarf blacksmith David for mercy heartbreakingly, and kept shrinking his body back.
"Spare your life? These ore raw materials are the most important things in Hearth Castle. Since you have such courage, you should also think of your current end!"
Dwarf Tiejian David sneered contemptuously, and then signaled the executioner to start killing the twelve prisoners. Heads fell one after another, and large swaths of blood were poured into the blood lake.
"Damn dwarf slave, you are just a foreigner, why are you so arrogant in Cambay! Master Rommel must be old and confused, I am going to Heim City to file a complaint! You guys hurry up..."
The baron roared like crazy, but before he could finish his words, his head rolled into the lake of blood. Circles of bright red ripples slowly spread, David spat, and then turned around and left with the principality cavalry.