The first thousand and forty-fifth chapter ten marshals award ceremony
Four years have passed since the Great Expedition to Mount Eight Peaks.
Four years may be enough time to turn a group of human recruits into experienced combat veterans, and turn a young man with a hairy mouth into an elite who can stand the test of blood and fire, but for dwarves, this is just four years.
According to the information brought back by Lucien, Belega has actually done the following things in the past four years.
The first is to resume the excavation work in a small part of the Bafeng Mountain mines. Belega personally led the army and miners to explore many mines underground. Most of the mines were sealed with explosives and runes, but there were a few.
Mining of some ore veins has resumed, and this operation alone took the dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain two years.
The second thing is to rebuild the brewery, weapons workshop, military camp, temple and palace. When Lucien came back, the dwarves of Bafeng Mountain had just completed the brewery and weapons workshop. If Lucien hadn't ordered
Recruiting human armies and craftsmen to assist, there is not even a trace of the military camp.
The third thing is what Lucien said. Hundreds of security battles have been fought around Bafeng Mountain. Basically, all the Skaven and Greenskins nearby have been cleared away. The new sentry system
It has also been established, and Belega predicts that there will be no more enemies in the next ten years.
The dwarf race is indeed suffering. The most terrible thing is that the dwarves do not have a paradise like the high elf Ulthuan, nor do they have a super high fertility rate like the dark elves. As the population continues to decrease, the number of newborns cannot keep up with the population loss.
With their numbers reduced, the decline of the dwarves becomes inevitable.
But things are a lot better now with the help of humans. Don't underestimate humans. The growth rate of human population is only comparable to that of greenskins and ratmen.
"Lucien, let me ask you, what should the three guards of Badland do if they encounter a large-scale greenskin attack?" Ryan began to examine Lucien.
"Resist step by step and gradually hold on to several important strongholds." Lucien continued: "You must preserve enough strength to fight in the desert, but more importantly, you must pay attention to making the greenskins feel 'boring', that is, fighting hard.
Stronghold, fight stupidly, the green-skinned army will soon collapse without a fight."
"Very good." Ryan then asked: "What if the greenskins and the Skaven form an alliance and attack together?"
"Abandon the Iron Guard and the Army Guard, retreat to the Eight Peaks Guard with all your strength, and immediately send people to ask for help from the Dwarf High King, King Haimenguan and even the empire." Lucien said seriously: "It is not wise to rush to war under such circumstances, but
We can still make a difference."
"What if the undead, greenskins, and ratmen attack together?" Ryan disagreed.
"Then contact Khalida, Queen of Lebaras! Even other Tomb Kings, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Lucien immediately gave the answer without thinking: "Undead, greenskins and ratmen cannot be
The key to breaking a stable alliance structure lies in how to use diplomatic means to attract more allies, and how to break the ties between the other parties. In this case, military arrangements are secondary.
Already."
"Okay!" Ryan nodded slightly. The King of Knights thought that he was indeed a knight from Francois. Every move he made had the demeanor of his father-in-law, although Lucien's military ability was far behind that of his father-in-law.
Far away, but he is still young after all, and he has inherited his father-in-law's ruthless methods in domestic and foreign affairs.
Ryan had the answer in his mind.
"Thank you for your hard work when you came back from the expedition." Ryan smiled at Lucien and said: "As for the troops from the Badland expedition, how many of them are willing to return to Britannia? How many of them are willing to stay in the Badland?"
"About fifty-fifty." Olica gave Lucien a cup of cappuccino. Lucien immediately felt honored. This was a drink personally delivered by His Majesty's personal maid. The commander of the Badlands said with some embarrassment.
Then Olika said thank you: "Thank you, Ms. Olika."
Orica smiled sweetly, no one knew what the dark elf was thinking.
"Okay, leave it to me to arrange the people who are willing to return to Britannia." Sulia took the initiative to take over the task, and the queen couldn't help but smile: "As for the new recruits, you don't have to worry at all. The number of new recruits this time
It will be far more than you need, but it may be a bit troublesome to manage, but that’s okay, Ryan and I will fully support you.”
"Yes." Lucien had just returned and was dusty. He didn't know much about what had happened in the country recently. The commander of the Badland looked much better when he heard that he was not worried about the recruits. The Badland is indeed a place with a harsh environment. Going there is a good idea.
Soldiers have always complained about suffering, but they can barely persist because of the generous salary.
After Lucien went down, Ryan and Lidya Su sat on one side of the reception room. Sulia was gently making black tea. She was very familiar with Ryan and knew that Ryan was thinking about something, so she didn't talk to him, but talked to him.
Looking at Olica, she said: "Where is Sylvia? She seems to be very busy recently? Did you arrange it?"
"She still has her last lesson to learn, I promise it will be soon, madam." Olica smiled sweetly and said: "She will be an excellent female courtier, I promise."
Lidya Su wanted to ask again, but Ryan had already spoken: "Then, the list of the top ten marshals has been decided."
"Have you already thought about it? My dear." Sulia's attention was diverted.
"Well, I've thought about it all." Ryan nodded.
"Then let's put our priorities in order."
…………I am the dividing line to arrange the order…………
The ceremony for the canonization of the ten marshals is getting closer and closer, and all the major forces have sent envoys to congratulate and watch the ceremony.
In recent years, Britannia's momentum has been extremely great, and it has great righteousness in its hands. Most of the forces of order have sent envoys, on the one hand to show respect and recognition, and on the other hand, they also take the opportunity to observe the Knight King Ryan
Will there be any changes in domestic and foreign policies?
On this day, the imperial envoy Count Metternich also arrived at Curona, the capital of Britannia.
The person who greeted him happened to be Talleyrand, the chief foreign minister of the Lane court, holding a precious crutch in his hand.
"You've messed everything up, dear Talleyrand." Metternich saw Talleyrand appear and said angrily: "I have helped you so much, but you haven't even gotten a little bit in return, sir.
That’s not how business works.”
"I have helped you a lot, Count Metternich." Talleyrand leaned on crutches and came up to hug him warmly: "It was I who persuaded your majesty not to annex Kislev, and it was I who persuaded your majesty to lend money to the empire, and even more so.
I persuaded Your Majesty to take a good rest and stop using weapons, you must thank me."
"I guess you don't know?" Metternich smiled when he heard this: "I convinced His Majesty the Emperor not to impose import tariffs on your crops in Britannia. This is all for the sake of the human world.
Unity, I think you should thank me more."
"But I remember, isn't it written in the Treaty of Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance between the two parties that no additional tariffs will be imposed on food?" Talleyrand motioned to Metternich to follow him, and the high elf said with a smile: "
I don’t remember this being your fault.”
"Food is not agricultural and sideline products, including those cash crops."
"Then I think you must also thank me. It was I who persuaded His Majesty Lane not to hold you responsible for sending people to spy on our intelligence." Talleyrand said playfully: "Otherwise, if I accuse you, the Empire will definitely
I won’t protect you.”
"Then Mr. Talleyrand, you should thank me even more." Metternich did not give in at all: "Such an expensive pastry house has not been closed down. Isn't this my credit?"
"So... we are considered even in this round?"
"That's right."
"Hahahaha!" The two foreign ministers held hands: "Please! The reception banquet is ready! Metternich, my friend."
"please!"
At this time, the palace of Kurona was already full of guests. All the dignitaries were present, including the major forces in the old world. Even the Dwarf High King sent people to congratulate him. The only one who did not come was the dwarf of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega.
A simple message will count as participation: "Brother Lane and we don't have to deal with those lies!"
It is worth mentioning that Araloth did not come because he was recovering from his injuries. In his place was the famous wood elf spellsinger, the prophetess Liv. Her braid that reached the sky always reminded Ryan of others.
Veronica, Theresa, and Aurora, who were immersed in research at the sorceress gathering, all arrived. The three witches were all dressed up in gorgeous costumes. Indeed, as Theresa had worried about, once there were enough
With resources and wealth, a witch's life is basically filled with endless magic experiments and meditation, but she spends less time with Ryan.
By the way, Aurora turned blue with anger when she saw Catherine dressed in the countess' aristocratic dress. As a result, she became even more irritated towards everyone including Ryan, exuding the distaste for strangers.
Entering the severe cold atmosphere.
"I didn't expect that my direct disciple would be able to become a real countess." Veronica watched Catherine appear with Calard on her arm, with mixed feelings, wearing the classic dark butterfly pure black of the Britannia court.
The female speaker, wearing a dress with black suspender stockings and silver rhinestone high heels, secretly took Ryan's arm: "So?"
"What's so?" Ryan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"So where is my title as a lady?" Veronica said angrily: "Catherine is already a countess, so I at least want a marquise, right?"
"Catherine will be the Marchioness soon, Veronica." At this moment, the Lake Fairy Lilith and the Knight Queen Surya appeared. The goddess and the female knight held hands and wore exactly the same set of charming clothes.
Lin Huanlu wears a pastel neon Qiuwan sling silk long skirt, white unicorn velvet translucent pantyhose, and a black and gold waistcoat. They look like a pair of (actually) good sisters.
The appearance of the goddess and the female knight set off the whole audience. Everyone stood up and saluted. Only the king of knights, Ryan, thought why he was dressed like a cow.
Well, two big cows with golden hair and white silk stockings! Ryan secretly rejoiced: They are all mine!
"Hey? Marquise!" Teresa is dressed similarly to Veronica, except that the sorceress wears her favorite gray ultra-thin fluorescent pantyhose, and she doesn't like short skirts and shorts like Veronica.
She was very surprised by the low-cut dress and could only turn her eyes to Ryan: "Is it true? Ryan? Is Catherine really going to be a marquise?"
"Yeah, it's true." Ryan nodded slowly.
"Then do I want the title of Duchess?" Veronica put her hands on her hips, and Witch of Gloria directly reached out to Ryan to ask for it: "I followed you so early, and you don't even give me a Duchess?
"
"Whose duchess do you want to be?" Sulia said to Veronica with a half-smile: "Ms. Veronica, do you want me to help you arrange it?"
"Then... forget it." Veronica automatically lowered her head when facing Sulia, and the female speaker smiled coquettishly: "I'm very satisfied now."
"It's begun!" Morgiana couldn't help but take the initiative to speak. She also spent time dressing up today, but Ryan didn't pay attention to her at all. This made the Lake God Witch very unhappy, but she was powerless to object.
The Lake Fairy decided not to appear too close to Ryan in public, but could only strengthen her sense of presence in this way: "Everyone is already in place."
There are indeed many women who make people feel tired. This is even when Olica and Sylvia are absent. Ryan thought to himself and nodded to indicate that it was time to start.
First, in full view of the public, Lane formally conferred the title of Marquis of Garament on Callard.
The difference between a marquis and an earl before was not the amount of land, but whether they had the power to form their own armies and initiate wars. Callard had already proven his loyalty and reliability with his series of actions, and it was reasonable to confer the title of marquis.
Among them, he will be mainly responsible for guarding the beastman tribe of Arden Forest and serving as the second-line guard of the Gray Mountain Watch.
Then the Lady of the Lake appeared in person and awarded Kalad the highest Order of the Lady of the Lake, which symbolizes the highest honor of chivalry.
Immediately afterwards, Ryan, the Lady of the Lake, Surya and Morgiana, as symbols of the highest power in Britannia, began to award the ten marshals.
The luxurious big box was opened, and the ten golden dwarf master-grade finely crafted rune marshal scepters inside aroused cheers from the audience. Even the usually calm father-in-law Francois was so surprised that he couldn't help but stood up from his seat.
This marshal's scepter is more expensive than an entire winery!
Ryan began to read names.
"Sir Berhemond!"
"yes!"
Berhemond stepped onto the stage majestically, and a brand new marshal's uniform, marshal's medal and marshal's scepter were taken in the hands of the Lake Fairy and handed to him.
There is basically no controversy about Berhemond's role as First Marshal. First of all, he is a direct descendant of Arthur, the first generation of knights. He has the noblest blood and the strongest strength. He is also impeccable in military strategy and personal bravery. He has a good relationship with Ryan.
That's not bad. It makes sense for him to be the first marshal.
"Sir François!"
"yes!"
The father-in-law walked up the steps with joy and elegance, took the entire silver plate from the hands of the fairy in the lake, and politely made a gentleman's thank you gift.
There is no controversy about Francois as the second marshal. His father-in-law’s strength is at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm. He strives for steady victory in battles and is rich in changes. He has made great achievements in several battles. He has deep qualifications and is Sulia’s father.
He has always been a staunch supporter of Ryan. Of course, Ryan also
Francois has never treated him badly. François has enjoyed the most dividends and the most benefits throughout Lane's rise. Of course, when Lane proposed the governor-general system, his father-in-law was the first to support it, because the benefits he received far exceeded
The loss of giving up part of the governance power.
After these two marshals went down, the selection of the third marshal became full of controversy.
Who could it be? Everyone focused their attention on the King of Knights who was about to call out his name.
"Lord Bodrick!"
It's him! It's him!
Not Laune, not Bertrand, not the recently favored Calard, but Boderick, Duke of Bordeaux, who has dual beliefs and is the chosen champion of Poseidon Mannann?!
The political implications conveyed here made many people present frown.
However, the awarding process would not stop. Duke Bodrick stepped onto the stage with his head held high amidst the applause and joyful eyes of his son Fedmund, and received the Marshal's medal, Marshal's dress and Marshal's scepter from the Lady of the Lake.
He handed the big silver plate to his son and was about to say something, but Ryan took the initiative to hold his hand: "Mr. Fedmund, you... shouldn't
You can fly a Dwarf rotorcraft, right?"
"Of course not. Why does Your Majesty suddenly ask this?" Duke Bodrick looked strange: "Besides, I have visited and operated the USS Enterprise. The dwarf gyroplane is so small that I can't even sit in it."
"That's good, that's good." Ryan said seriously: "That thing is unstable and prone to accidents. Let's leave the flying of the plane to the dwarves."
"Yes, I am following your Majesty's instructions." Bodrick responded in a low voice with doubts in his heart.
"You still want to be a marshal after being so quiet?" Ryan pretended to be difficult.