Within the territory of Ryan, the settlement of the Angland clan.
This is a small hilly area. The statues of the three main dwarf gods stand here. The long stone road is solid and flat. There are many traffic on the road. Many serfs here are laughing all the way to prepare for the Winter Veil Festival. Every house is decorated with lanterns and colors, and many serfs
After finishing their work, they carried wine and meat home and talked loudly about the Earl's victory. It seemed that as long as Lane led the army to go out, victory had been confirmed, and all everyone had to do was celebrate.
"Ryan has indeed done great things in recent years. I can hear his name all day long when I stay in Curona all year round." Duke Hagen said to Count Jean-Haren: "Look at his town, I
My castle feels like the countryside."
"Earl Lane is trying to be tricky to a certain extent, but it is a reflection of his personal strength and charm. Only ladies know why the wood elves are willing to take the initiative to trade with him." Earl Harlan shook his head: "But this is not the point, the point is
Yes... we must seize this opportunity. The rebellion and food shortage problems in the principality are serious. If the problem is not solved if the problem continues, my duke, our honor will be stained."
Count Jean-Harlan's words just touched the deepest worries in Duke Hagen's heart. He failed to protect and manage the land and people given by the goddess. This is a very disgraceful thing for him, but this Duke has never been good at it.
When dealing with internal affairs, he had to ask subconsciously: "The dwarf built
It is certainly a good thing to establish a trading post and plan to develop that wasteland, but how do you think we should negotiate? Can we ask for the exclusive rights to dwarf weapons? And ask these dwarves to surrender by the way? I don't want them to pay tribute, at least verbally
Just show your submission and that will be enough."
"Hey..." Count Jean-Harlan felt very speechless. He thought it would be easier for you to ask the dwarf to pay tribute and ask the dwarf to express his surrender. Are you going to talk about cooperation or to declare a challenge?
But there is no way, Duke Hagen's internal affairs level is like this. He has always been famous for his personal virtue and bravery. He usually doesn't care about internal affairs, but leaves all this matter to his cousin Earl Harlan. Over the past few decades
Count Harlan was worried about managing the entire principality, but Duke Hagen was relaxed and at ease.
The two of them were followed by a group of followers looking at the dwarf settlement from a distance. Count Jean-Harlan had to persuade him earnestly: "My Duke, those are dwarves. Although this is cooperation, we have something to ask for now."
People, if you should make concessions at this time, the top priority is to resume production as soon as possible and suppress the rebellion. We can recover all other losses from future taxes from the trading station."
"Well, yes, you're right." Although Duke Hagen didn't understand much, he was very willing to delegate power: "Then how should we negotiate with the dwarves? Should we have to guess punches or compete with each other? Or must we negotiate with the dwarves?
Dwarf wrestling? I'm not very good at that..."
The Duke's words made his regent almost want to bump his head against the roadside sign.
In the settlement, Belegar was drinking with Patriarch Beric Northstar, Engineer Dugan Tiehan, Chief Engineer Halhaver Gold Digger, and his chief rune blacksmith Srud Honesty. By the way,
They discussed how to concentrate their efforts, first build the Black Stone stronghold, and then consider how to conquer Bafeng Mountain.
After several previous failures, Belega's mind became clearer. He said that he must make adequate preparations, at least mass-produce weapons and equipment, as well as artillery, and hoard enough food.
However, the attention of these patriarchs, craftsmen's guilds and engineers was not on this: "A brewery! A brewery that produces dwarf beer! There is also a large tavern big enough to seat at least eight hundred dwarves! No
Wrong, the dwarves need this, only enough beer can revitalize our clan!"
"That's right! I think that's our top priority, a brewery."
"Yes! We can ignore other things for the time being. We believe that our top priorities are two, first, sufficient gold reserves, and second, breweries and large pubs!"
The dwarves chattered endlessly, and Belegar also felt a big headache. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain was still a little relieved. Thanks to the base, his clan was full of vitality again. Currently, more than 4,000 dwarves have settled in the Blackstone Stronghold.
, established statues of gods and butcher churches to drive away vampire corruption. Currently, there are still about two thousand tribesmen left on Lane's side. Belega plans to leave a thousand people in Lane's territory to continue living in the settlement here to serve Lane.
It's a reward.
The dwarves were noisy and the atmosphere was lively. Beer was brought in barrel by barrel. The idea of the brewery had been concreted into an implementation plan, and the gun workshop that Belegar was concerned about was still just talking about it. This made Eight Peaks Mountain
The king was very unhappy. He knocked on the table with his hand, but his wife Komanik warned Belegar not to be impulsive. In the dwarf clan, the craftsmen's guild and the clan chiefs always had great power.
"Since they want to build it, let's build it." Komarnik whispered: "My husband, you have to learn to compromise."
Before the queen finished speaking, the door of the big house suddenly opened, and several Britannian nobles came in under the guidance of the Hammer Warriors. They were greeted by a strong smell of beer, tobacco and sweat.
Personally, they felt a little uncomfortable, but they endured it and moved forward slowly, ensuring that they would not exceed the slow pace of the Hammer Warriors who led them.
Behind the nobleman, four humans were carrying a wooden box, on which was engraved the white stag's head on the red and black coat of arms of the Duke of Gisoleaux.
Dozens of pairs of dwarf eyes stared at the visitor, which made the visitor feel some pressure. He made a standard general etiquette: "Dear Your Majesty the dwarf, King Belega of the Eight Peaks Mountain, I brought Gisole
Greetings from His Excellency Duke Hagen of Oaks, may your body be as strong as steel."
The dwarves looked at each other and moved out of the way. Belegar sat behind the wine table. The king of the Angrond clan was a little embarrassed because he had to raise his head to look at the visitor.
Don’t these humans even understand any rules?!
"Who are you?" Belega's tone was not very pleasant.
"I am Jean Harlan, Count of Norgesoleaux, cousin of the Duke of Hagen."
"Oh!" The expression on Belegar's face looked better. Dwarves pay special attention to blood relationships, especially for dwarves with few women. Cousins are equal to biological brothers, and nephews and nieces are equal to biological children.
From the perspective of the dwarves, sending his cousin here shows that Duke Hagen attaches great importance to this matter, so Belegar then asked: "So you agreed to our proposal of a trading post? Also, Lord Hagen himself
Why don't you come?"
"The Duke himself doesn't quite understand the way dwarves speak, which can easily lead to misunderstandings. We agree to your proposal to build a trading post, but we have a small request..." Count Jean-Harlan said cautiously.
"Oh, that means you need the help of the dwarves?" Belegar said bluntly: "Tell me, what kind of help? Tell me! What do you want the dwarves to do for you?"
Count Jean-Harlan's expression changed again and again. Even though he was prepared, he was still frightened by the dwarf's directness. If anyone in the court spoke like this, the nobles would tell him to get out.
"There is a rebellion in the principality. King Belega, we need your help. Otherwise, if there is a serf rebellion, it will be difficult for us to establish a stable trade route and develop that wasteland." Count Jean-Harlan simply said so.
Said.
"Help? Then you should go to your king, or mount your war horse and kill the enemy yourself. What does this have to do with the dwarves? Why should the dwarves pay the price to help you fight?" Belegar's attitude was still bad.
Count Jean-Harlan thought that it was lucky that Duke Hagen did not come in, otherwise the two parties would definitely fall out at this time.
When the time came to negotiate terms, Count Jean-Haran motioned to his men to open the wooden box.
Inside the wooden box were several dwarf oath gold, several stacked gold bars, and a large handful of gold crowns and sparkling silver coins. A large box full of gold and silver made a metallic friction sound that fascinated the dwarves. Gold and silver
Light and shadow reflect inside the house.
Belegar and his tribe were instantly fascinated by the gold and silver in the box: "Is this... for us?"
"The Duke is generous, King Belegar, we will not let the dwarves pay for our troubles, please do us this favor!" Count Jean-Harlan considered his tone carefully, and he felt a little proud in his heart.
The hobby and desire for silver is engraved in the genes.
"Very good, I accepted it!" As expected, nothing was transferred - as Earl Harlan expected, Belegar was satisfied with the money and agreed. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain signaled his men to take the box and suddenly asked: "Then
...How do you plan to deal with those rebels? Execute them all?"
"Ah? This..." Belega's rhetorical question surprised the visitor.
"I have a proposal... the dwarves need manpower..." Belegar started bargaining according to the plan discussed with Ryan.
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At night, inside the winery.
The fireplace in the room was crackling, and the cold wind outside was blocked by the windows. Inside, Tyrell's carpet covered the wooden floor of the room. Ryan sat behind the cherry wood desk and looked at the documents.
The maid Emilia sat next to Ryan, leaning against him intimately, enjoying the time the two of them had alone.
At the end of this year, in the spring of next year, Emilia will return to Nuer to become a duchess and elector.
Unlike before, where she liked to wear long, straight blonde hair, Emilia now has her hair tied up, which means she is no longer a girl.
After reading the documents for a while, Ryan suddenly said: "Amelia?"
"What's wrong, Ryan?" Amelia looked at Ryan with attachment, her face full of reluctance: "What do you want to say to me?"
"What kind of Winter Veil Festival do you want?" Ryan asked casually: "I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Hey?!" Amelia's face suddenly turned red while she was in a state of mind. The little maid thought for a while and said inexplicably: "Ryan, you are so full of things like that!"
"Ah?!" Ryan thought to himself, are I talking to you about the same thing?
At this time, Lidya Su pushed the door open and came in. The countess was holding a plate of snacks with a smile on her face: "Lian, Amelia, you have worked hard, please take a rest!"
The snacks were some pastries and three cups of hot milk. Ryan did not refuse. The three of them sat down to taste the snacks. Ryan put the delicate pastries into his mouth. He smiled at Sulia and said: "I was thinking, Duke Hagen would
Won’t you agree to Belegar’s conditions?”
"Duke Hagen will not agree, but Count Jean-Harlan will convince him to agree. Ryan, you don't have to worry." Sulia's sea-blue eyes were filled with blame. She knew that her husband was asking her on purpose: "You
I clearly have the answer in my heart, but you still want me to say it~"
"We are husband and wife, and I want to ask your opinion on some things." Ryan smiled maliciously: "I always feel more at ease when I hear you say it again."
"Duke Hagen has no reason to refuse. This is a mutually beneficial cooperation." Sulia put down the tea cup, and the female knight changed her long black stocking legs to a sitting position, and then said: "It's King Belega's temper.
, or the temper of the dwarves can easily cause some variables in cooperation. Ryan, I suggest that you also send a detachment to act with King Belegar."
"Yes, indeed." Ryan nodded in agreement.
After chatting for a few more words, it was getting very late. Amelia kissed Ryan on the mouth with some grievance, then went back to the next room to rest, and left the time to Sulia. The female knight had already arranged the maid shop.
After making the bed, the couple got into bed. Ryan hugged his wife's slender waist with some fascination: "Is there nothing going on in the territory these days?"
"It's nothing. The biggest trouble is that Ms. Theresa encountered some problems when repairing her wizard tower, but it has been solved now." Sulia leaned on her husband's arms, her long golden curly hair falling like a waterfall,
She said with great interest: "It's just that she wanted to build it too well, but the budget was a little insufficient. In addition, the Gloria Council sent a team of ice witch apprentices, and they obviously didn't adapt to Britta.
The relatively warm and humid climate here in Nia made me a little acclimated, so I ended up in the hospital."
Thick curtains blocked all light, and only the floor lamp emitted dim yellow light. There was a whistling wind outside the window. After hearing this, Ryan's expression changed a little. He hugged Sulia tightly and whispered: "Actually,
, I don’t agree with Teresa coming here to build a wizard tower. First of all, as you said, she is not accustomed to the climate. Furthermore, she could have inherited her mother’s wizard tower, and building another wizard tower would cost too much energy and money.”
"But you have no reason to refuse. Who makes my husband so good?" Sulia turned around and stared at Ryan's face: "You respect her choice, so you don't stop her. Since you feel love for her,
You felt guilty again, so you accepted her."
"I am a man after all." Ryan blushed a little, and faced Lidya Su's teasing gaze, the man was a little embarrassed.
"That's it, how about... we can have a banquet during the Winter Veil Festival?" Sulia's eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and she continued: "Bring Ms. Veronica, Ms. Theresa,
How about Emilia, Her Highness Morgiana, and Orica all gather together to enjoy a turkey dinner?"
"Wtf?" Ryan opened his mouth wide.
What’s even more surprising is yet to come.
A dazzling light suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and a soft and delicate body fell from the light. The fragrance of iris overflowed. The person put his arms around Ryan's neck, got into the bed and lay on top of Ryan.