When they climbed to the top of the city, Reggie felt the change in the atmosphere. The soldiers still hated him, but they did not curse him. Jiawen and Vares did a night of ideological work, and it seemed to be very effective.
At dawn, I stood on the watchtower and waited for a short while before the messenger's flag appeared on the mountain path.
"You see, sir!" Batchelor laughed, "The arrogant old guy is here. His willingness to get up so early proves that he is also impatient. Impatient people are the easiest to be fooled."
The archers on top of the city were ready for battle, and only after Jarvan's repeated persuasion did they put down their longbows.
The city gate opened, and Reggie and Batchelor walked down the watchtower. The grand maester gave one last instruction: "The disgusting devil is coming. You must endure it no matter what."
The assistant minister of the Bayer Kingdom, Gwen Hidriver, walked into Shattered Snow City surrounded by twenty guards. He was similar in age to Bachelo, but he looked much younger. Although he was not tall,
But his back was straight and his skin was rosy. The most distinctive feature was his sparse white hair, which he combed neatly and stuck to his scalp with a shiny shine.
"Viscount Victor, you have grown taller again." Gwen patted Reggie's head with a smile. Although he was a head shorter than Reggie, his eyes always looked down unconsciously, giving Reggie
A feeling of being looked down upon.
Gwen and Reggie's father had some friendship. He had been to the Kingdom of Lane many times as an envoy. Every time he passed through Shattered Snow City, he would stay in the city for one night. Reggie's father always used his best words.
I greeted him politely, and then he ridiculed me with all kinds of mean words.
The assistant minister can spit out a book of "Critical Quotes", which can be turned into a "Vicious Tongue Strategy" with a little editing.
"Little Reggie, I told your father that you are a lucky child. With your qualifications, you can only be a farmer for the rest of your life in Bayer Country. I'm afraid you won't be a qualified farmer yet. Who makes your father only
A son, why did he die so early? He was seventeen years old, and he became a viscount at the age of seventeen. Fate can really play tricks on people."
As he walked, he stroked Reggie's hair like a young puppy.
When passing an ox cart, Gwen stopped and noticed the huge wine barrel on the ox cart.
"What's this?"
"This is a gift for His Royal Highness."
"Gift?" Gwen touched the rough wine barrel and said with a look of surprise, "You use an ox cart to deliver gifts to the prince? Isn't there a decent carriage in the city? I remember that you at least have some war horses."
"I only have twenty war horses," Reggie said with an embarrassed smile. "They have to serve as a guard of honor to welcome the prince. This is the most basic respect for His Highness."
"Twenty horses, tsk tsk tsk..." Gwen couldn't help but shake her head, "Is Broken Snow City already so poor? What gift did you prepare for the prince? Don't say it's your Broken Snow City's ale.
.”
Reggie ordered someone to open the lid of the wine barrel and said with a smile, "It's the best ale."
Gwen looked at Reggie speechlessly, as if she were looking at an alien.
"Little Reggie, I know you are not a smart boy, but you didn't even prepare any wine for the prince?"
"There is also wine!" Reggie carried a small wine barrel and happily poured a glass of wine for the auxiliary minister. The auxiliary minister did not drink it, but just smelled it.
"This is war," he sighed. "I know that the war years are very difficult, and I also know that Suixue City is a poor place to begin with, but I didn't expect that you can't even bring out any decent wine. You
At least some basic dignity and decency must be retained.”
"Sorry, sir..." Reggie really didn't know what to say. This was filled with the best wine in the castle, although it was only filled with a little bit, because there was a crossbow hidden in the wine barrel.
Even if such wine could not bring surprises to the auxiliary minister, it would not have earned him such vicious ridicule. He would have known that all the wine barrels should be filled with ale.
"Look what this is?"
The scene that I least expected to see happened, the auxiliary minister came to Lao Hill.
"Forgive me for asking, are you a cavalryman?"
The guards of the auxiliary minister laughed, even Reggie's guards laughed, and even the soldiers on the wall laughed unkindly.
Old Hill was still wearing the heavy armor and an absurdly large iron helmet on his head. He was holding a long ax in his hand, riding on the back of an ox, looking down at the auxiliary minister.
"I am not a cavalryman, I am the battalion commander of the First Army. I always reserve the right to fight until the lord surrenders."
Hill's expression was very serious, and so was Gwen's.
"I respect your right to continue fighting. To be honest, I really want to see your performance on the battlefield."
Old Hill squinted his eyes and looked at Gwen, and Gwen tilted her head and looked at Hill.
Thankfully, they didn't continue talking, and Gwen followed Reggie into the watchtower, leaving his guards to guard the door.
He sat down naturally in Reggie's position, rubbed his neck, showed a tired look on his face, and said, "Your soldiers don't seem ready to surrender yet."
"I will confiscate their weapons immediately, all weapons." At this time, all responses must be firm, and the old guy cannot see any flaws.
"I really don't care about those weapons, especially the old man riding the bull. You can leave the weapons to him," the assistant minister stood up and walked to the window, pointing to the round stone outside the city wall, and said, "What I care about is
Those boulders and rolling logs are also what the prince cares about very much."
Reggie said: "I can push them down the hillside at any time, as long as I see the prince's sincerity."
"Since I'm here, I naturally bring the sincerity of the prince." The assistant minister took out the letter box from his arms and took out two letters. "One is the prince's canonization document. He officially named you Victor."
The Viscount, of course, is the Viscount of Bayer Country, and he has designated a fiefdom for you, and the territory is not much different from Broken Snow City and its surrounding territories."
Reggie took the document and read it carefully, with a smile on his face.
"Before I become a Viscount, I think I should clear my name first."
"This is your pardon." The auxiliary minister also gave another letter to Reggie. "It states that you do not have to bear any responsibility for any previous actions. When you formally surrender, the prince will publicly
After reading these two documents, you also know that Prince Sean will eventually inherit the throne, and he will not treat his credibility as a child's play."
Reggie accepted the mailbox respectfully. Although this thing was not worth a penny to him, he still wanted to write all his excitement and gratitude on his face.
"Thank you for the prince's kindness, thank you for the gift from the kingdom, and thank you, my lord. If you don't mind, please follow me out of the city to witness in person that I collect the soldiers' weapons."
"No need, I'm tired," the assistant minister leaned back in his chair and stretched his shoulders and neck, "Little Reggie, to be honest, your father and I can only be regarded as acquaintances, but in order to protect his only
Son, I ran to this dirty place and talked so much with a bunch of rough guys, stupid people, and hopeless people. Leave those chores to the guards. Now I want to talk to my old friends more.
Let’s chat.”
The bachelor stood respectfully at the door. Gwen waved to him and said, "Bacello, if I remember correctly, you are already eighty years old, right?"
Batchelor smiled and said: "My lord, I have just turned seventy-nine this year."
Gwen shook his head and said: "You said the same thing two years ago. In a place like this, for you to live to this age is really a blessing from the gods."
Bachelot bowed deeply and said: "May the gods always be as tolerant as you."
"Stop saying those disgusting words, come and sit down quickly. It's been a long time since we chatted together." Gwen touched Bachelo's white hair. He liked touching other people's hair. "I hope you can find it for me."
Bring some milk, the wine here is really terrible."
"The best milk will always belong to you, my lord. After tonight, this place will become the territory of Bayer Country. I hope you can allow me to continue to stay in Suixue City. Only here can the best cows be bred.
"
Gwen was startled, it seemed that this problem was a bit tricky.
"You have lived in Broken Snow City for too long, so it is no wonder that you are nostalgic for this place. But for the Grand Bachelor of Broken Snow City, the prince already has a better candidate."
Batchelor laughed dryly and said: "Some things may turn around. I think the prince is willing to follow your advice."
"Don't discuss this issue yet," Gwen turned to look at Reggie, "Good boy, the elders want to have a conversation, are you..."
"Then I won't disturb you any more." Reggie respectfully retreated to the door. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Gwen again.
"Where is my other friend? Why haven't you seen Earl Beech?"
"Earl?" Reggie looked at Gwen in surprise.
"Yes, Earl," Gwen took out another mailbox, "I also brought his canonization documents."
"Okay," Reggie nodded, "I'll ask someone to bring him over."
"Out of respect for the count, I suggest you invite him here in person."
Reggie was silent for a moment, and he saw Bachelo's gaze, which was very hidden, but also very profound.
"Everything is in accordance with your instructions," Reggie gave a deep salute, "I will immediately invite the Earl to come after I have finished disposing of the soldiers' weapons."
Under the supervision of the guards of the Bayer Kingdom, Reggie ordered the soldiers to push the boulders and rolling logs down the mountain path. No one was willing to carry out such an order. Fortunately, there was Roland Field. Although he was reluctant, he maintained absolute loyalty to Reggie.
Trusted, he commanded the members of the 1st Infantry Regiment to complete this mission.
Forty-five round stones and sixteen rolling logs were not many in number, but they were enough to repel the enemy's three or five attacks.
In the past few days, this was the hope of all the soldiers to continue fighting, but now Reggie ruined this hope with his own hands.
Reggie heard the soldiers sighing, cursing, and even crying. He was very worried. He was worried that the soldiers would mutiny.
After pushing down the last boulder, the guards of Bayer Kingdom showed a satisfied smile. They mocked the soldiers around Reggie in various ways. Some even took off their pants and peed on Reggie, and another guard
Spit at Roland.
Roland wiped the saliva from his face and walked back to the camp with his men without saying a word.
Gwen's guard captain was somewhat polite. He came to Reggie and bowed slightly as a salute.
"Viscount Victor, I have completed my mission. I will return to the camp to report the news to the prince. I hope you can ring the iron bell on the stone tower before dusk as agreed."