Chapter eight hundred and thirteenth rule the people for the sky
PS: I will update in advance if I have to go out for something.
It's still very cold in Belion in February, but it's not as uncomfortable anymore. The snow is gradually melting, and this principality on the west coast of Brittany has begun to wake up from winter.
Last year, the Principality of Berleon suffered a disaster. A moderate plague swept across the entire region. Then there were tsunamis and earthquakes, as well as those terrifying skeleton pirates and robbers and bandits from the southern countries. The principality faced a huge crisis.
, the main army went to participate in the Bafeng Mountain Expedition, and it was very difficult for the remaining army to deal with these powerful enemies.
At this critical moment, Theodoric, Duke of Belion, announced his return. In both hands, he held the sacred battle ax of Balduin, the first Duke of Belion and one of the twelve original Holy Grail Knights.
The horse appeared on the battlefield, and Theodoric's appearance at this critical moment greatly inspired the entire army.
The morale of all the nobles and serfs in the principality was regrouped, and the army regrouped and fought a battle with the coalition of skeleton pirates and robbers and bandits. Theodoric took the lead bravely, and the artifact battle ax in his hand exuded endless purity.
The light resisted all kinds of evil spells of the undead pirates.
After five hours of bloody fighting, the Duke chopped the undead pirate commander in two with an axe. With the failure of the undead magic, the entire undead army was wiped out. The remaining bandits and robbers were also defeated. The knights of the Principality of Berleon
Embrace a big victory and shout victory.
With this victory, Duke Theodoric finally announced his return. He swore to the Lady of the Lake that he would not make his old habits again, hoping that the goddess would forgive his sins.
No one knows whether the Lake Fairy ever forgave him, but Morgiana, the Lake Fairy, decided to give him another chance after seeing his performance, and Duke Theodoric was able to return to the Belion court. This time the
The Duke's attitude turned 180 degrees. He not only tried his best to
He supported Lane's reforms and New Deal, and even vigorously promoted serfs. He imitated Lane and used the power of victory to clean up a large number of knights and nobles who did not do anything or participate in the war. He confiscated their fiefs but retained their noble titles, and then promoted them from serfs in one fell swoop.
Dozens of knights.
But after experiencing wars and plunder, the situation of the principality became increasingly difficult. Theodoric was too impatient, which made the situation in the principality unstable, chaotic, short of food, and the winter wheat grown suffered heavy losses. In many areas, there was no aristocratic management.
situation, famine spread across the land.
Fortunately, at this time, Knight King Ryan came back and brought back the main army of the Principality of Berlion.
Late February, Old World, Britannia, Duchy of Belion, Barony of Seabourne, Town of Seabourne.
The cold wind howled, and the air was filled with the smell of moisture and earth. Many homeless refugees poured into the entire town. Their villages and fields were destroyed, and the winter wheat crops were all gone. The Duke ordered them to go to various places.
Cities and towns gathered together, waiting for relief.
Seaborn Town is a town located on the southern border of the Principality of Belian, near the Belian River. This town has a population of more than 4,000, and more than 1,000 refugees rushed in at once. The situation was a bit chaotic, but the army and
The local nobles responded quickly and resettled the refugees in the town. The local nobles joined forces with the Fairy Church of the Lake and the Goddess of Mercy Church to start relief efforts.
Just on the street in the town, a Holy Grail Knight wearing a full set of noble attire and a white gold cup cape appeared near the relief point. Behind him was a blond-haired, blue-eyed noble lady and a black man.
A witch with silver eyes and a dozen old guardsmen wearing tall bearskin hats, luxurious dwarven rune vibranium half-plate armor and white military uniforms followed them.
There are several large iron pots set up at the relief point, and things are being cooked using firewood. There are more than thirty infantrymen and two knights on site to maintain order. In addition, nuns and priests from the Fairy of the Lake Church and the Lady of Mercy Church
They were also there. Seeing this group of people appear, the leading knight immediately trembled with excitement. He quickly saluted: "My... my Majesty! Good noon! May the lady protect us! I am Das from the Barony of Seabourne.
Sir Thierry de Vigery!"
"Shh, keep a low profile, our Majesty doesn't want people to find him here." Sulia, who was standing behind Ryan, smiled and stretched out a green-white jade finger to point on her lips.
"Well, what are you cooking?" Ryan, the leader, smiled. The old guard behind him was dressed too conspicuously, betraying the king's identity. The King of Knights looked at the iron pot and saw a large ball of semi-liquid stuff.
It bubbles gurglingly and is light brown in color.
"We are cooking porridge, Your Majesty!" Sir Wiggery said nervously: "Be careful, Your Majesty, don't get burned, the porridge will take a while to be ready."
"Porridge? Porridge?" Ryan smiled after hearing the advice. He immediately reached out to the Sister of Mercy who was cooking porridge. The nun quickly handed the big iron spoon in her hand to the king. She almost wanted to kneel down, but Sulia
Signing no need: "No need to kneel, no need to kneel, everyone, doing your own thing is the greatest respect for us."
"Yes!" Sir Wiggery immediately saluted excitedly.
"Very good, let me see what these porridges are made of." Ryan put the large iron spoon into the large iron pot and stirred vigorously. The edge of the iron spoon and the bottom of the iron pot made a sharp sound. The king picked it up.
I took a spoonful and looked at it carefully.
The semi-liquid substance in the spoon consisted of chopped vegetables, soybeans, peas, and some incompletely ground rye, buckwheat grains and flour bran. Ryan put the spoon down, reached in and stirred it again, and picked it up again. This time
He saw nut pellets and a bit of pig offal.
The king put down the big iron spoon and asked Sir Wiggery: "Is that all?"
"That's all. The same things are cooked in these big pots." Sir Wiggery nodded, and he said respectfully: "A refugee, a bowl of porridge, and half a piece of black bread, this is the relief food."
Ryan was noncommittal. He glanced at Bertrand, the commander of the Old Guards, who was standing behind him. Bertrand immediately gave the order: "Go and check every iron pot and the relief food inside!"
"Yes!" The Old Guards immediately began to check the contents of several large iron pots, as well as the black bread bags that exuded an unpleasant sour smell, as well as rye and buckwheat piled in the back. The Old Guards carefully
He rummaged around for a while, opened each bag and checked, and then came back to report: "Your Majesty, several large pots are filled with the same things, and the room is full of rye, buckwheat, and black bread. The smell is really bad."
Sour! So sour!”
"Yes!" Ryan nodded with satisfaction. There was no sign or warning for this raid, but the king got satisfactory results. Today he raided three towns and was quite satisfied with them: "Well done, Vijri
Sir, I'm very happy. I went to three places today, and they all ensured that no refugees starved to death...Why did you add some pig offal?"
A bowl of this gruel and half a piece of brown bread is enough to keep an adult man half full, enough.
"The Baron said that he plans to repair the city wall in the town. It just so happens that these refugees can be used as labor. He asked us to add some pig offal to it." Sir Vigeri saluted again: "Those things have always been eaten by serfs. Market
It’s very cheap online, you can buy a big bag for a few copper coins, so we bought a lot and piled them in the back.”
"Very good." Ryan nodded again, and the king said casually: "Anyway, idleness is idle, right? Let them know that the relief food is hard-earned, and it's okay to wait a little longer, and when the spring plowing is done, I will let Ti
Odoric sent an army to allow the refugees to return to their homes, rebuild the villages, and return them to the fields."
"Yes!" The knight noble said that he obeyed. Ryan smiled and looked at the people in the distance pointing towards him, waiting in line to receive porridge. The king's eyes were a little erratic: "Governing the people is for God."
"When the world is governed, the people are the god!"
After saying that, the King of Knights kept doing nothing. He smiled at Sulia and Theresa who were standing behind him: "Sulia, Theresa, would you like to experience the food of the refugees?"
"I will eat whatever you eat. I am your wife, dear." Sulia said with a smile.
"...If you must." Teresa smelled the unpleasant rancid smell of the black bread. The sorceress felt a strong sense of discomfort from physical to psychological. It can be seen that Sulia said so and refused to admit defeat.
The sorceress said a little awkwardly.
"Hahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly, and the King of Knights held out three fingers: "Come on! Give me, my queen and my female courtiers three bowls of relief porridge and a piece of black bread!"
"Your Majesty, as a king, how can you eat such a thing?!" The knight couldn't believe what he heard, but seeing the king's firm attitude, he had no choice but to agree.
Soon, the porridge was ready. Ryan picked it up and ate it, while Sulia ate it slowly with a spoon.
Theresa was the only one holding the small wooden bowl. The sorceress looked at the semi-liquid food in the bowl with a troubled face. She pretended to be afraid of being burned and blew on it for a long time, but still couldn't get it into her mouth.
When he looked up, Ryan was looking at himself with a half-smile.
Teresa's face suddenly turned red. Ryan's gaze made her feel very strange and ashamed, as if two people were getting along in private. The sorceress gritted her teeth and put the spoon into her mouth.
The weird smell and grainy texture of the paste made the sorceress feel sick in her nose. She couldn't help it and spit out the refugee porridge in one gulp. Teresa then put the bowl on the table angrily.
Yi Fang: "How can this be food for humans? Ryan, the taste is too... too strange, right?"
Ryan and Lidya Su smiled at each other.
"Fifty thousand people in Belion are living on this kind of porridge, dear Ms. Theresa." Ryan had finished the porridge at this time, and the King of Knights put down the bowl: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to drink it, Theresa.
, it’s already very good if you are willing to try it.”
The sorceress's face was full of shame. She was about to say something, but Ryan hugged her waist and motioned her to go back to the carriage. She also patted Teresa's hand to indicate that it was really okay.
As a sorcerer and caster, she is really naturally superior to others. If she can't get used to eating this kind of food, Ryan really has no problem with it. If a sorceress at the peak of legend has to eat the same food as refugees, then there is something really wrong with this society.
Sulia put down the bowl and spoon after taking a few mouthfuls. The female knight shook her head slightly at Ryan, indicating that she couldn't eat anymore.
So today's surprise inspections were all over, and Ryan immediately ordered to return to Jean City. He, Sulia, and Teresa cleaned up and got into the luxury carriage. Today is also Teresa's last day here. Tomorrow
She must return to the Ice Wizard Tower. The Green Grass Festival is getting closer and closer. She and Aurora will spend two or three days preparing together, and then teleport to Sky Castle.
The three people sat down in the luxurious carriage, and the carriage began to move.
Teresa still looks a little reserved. The sorceress is wearing a Twilight Snow pink ripples and light wiping first cherry hip skirt today, a pink plush coat on the outside, and long legs with flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose and milky white high-heeled shoes.
Just put it on Ryan's hand. The sorceress has never liked to dress in such bright colors. Bright colors and pink are not her colors, but Sulia persuaded her to try it once, and Theresa did not refuse.
The effect was pretty good. She still felt sore in her back and back at noon today, and her legs were weak. Sitting on the soft sofa chair, the sorceress secretly cursed Ryan in her heart that this guy was getting worse and worse, and she didn't know how to take care of herself, but
The sorceress knew that she felt comfortable physically and mentally, and thought that it would be even better if she could get lucky and conceive a child.
Sulia wore a warm apricot-yellow flower-carved lace skirt. Like Teresa, she wore flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, paired with a pair of red-soled black high-heeled shoes with pearls. She was graceful and luxurious, and her queenly demeanor filled the entire carriage.
Inside, she and Theresa sat next to Ryan, one on the left and one on the right, but Sulia had a clear advantage in terms of momentum.
Ryan has already talked about the topic: "The news from Beria has arrived. The recent situation in Kislev is very bad. Starving people are everywhere. The palace cannot pay military salaries. Relying on Katalin's tactics and methods, as well as bloody killings,
The army mutiny has been suppressed... Beria can now confirm that Master Sergo is definitely in the Cheka prison, but there is currently no way to save him."
Ryan showed Sulia and Teresa the urgent news sent by Beria through magic props. Both women felt the crisis of the matter. Sulia was still thinking, but Teresa was moved by the name.
interest.
"Sergo?" Teresa asked curiously: "Who is he? It sounds like you care about him very much."
"Master Sergo is one of the designers and manufacturers of the Hellstorm Rocket Launcher. In the Kislev language, Sergo means 'hell', so the Hellstorm Rocket Launcher is named after him." Ryan
With a serious expression, the King of Knights has focused his attention on this matter: "We must try to get this great engineer!"
"Since he is a great engineer, why is he imprisoned?" Teresa asked strangely: "Why is such a talent not reused but still locked up?"
"Hey..." Ryan shook his head repeatedly and said to Theresa: "Because Kislev is now a country controlled by wizards. The kingdom's court is actually controlled by the ice witch headed by Katalin, and
Ice witches... do not like engineering technology, nor do they like gunpowder weapons. Compared with these, they prefer to believe in their own magic. There are too few people who can be a wizard, a master of chemistry and a master of engineering like Geert.
Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yeah." Teresa nodded, indeed she herself was more willing to believe in her magic.
"And because of this, Katalin and the Ice Witches have monopolized and occupied most of the country's resources to meet their training needs. Naturally, there are fewer resources allocated to Serge, and Serge is a talented person.
People with high level of talent generally have one characteristic." Ryan continued: "That is..."
"That means he has a great temper!" Sulia said with a smile, "We already understand it from the dwarves."
"Yes, he has a very bad temper. Since the death of the former Tsar Boris Bokaha, Master Sergo has been getting fewer and fewer resources. This made the great engineer very dissatisfied. He has made many statements against the female Tsar.
and satirical remarks about the ice witch's privileges, while the entire city of Kislev
There were Cheka secret police everywhere, and the news spread easily. Katalin initially tolerated it, but not long after, the unbearable ice witches collectively asked the Tsarina to send the Cheka to arrest Sergo. If not,
The general and the boyars interceded, and Sergo would have been killed long ago."
"Why is this so?" Teresa murmured to herself: "I have met Her Majesty Katalin many times, and in my impression she is not such a person."
"That's because you are an ice witch, and she is also an ice witch!" Ryan laughed a few times: "Aurora is also an ice witch! You are all ice witches, and naturally you are all equal, but Shergo is not, Keesler
Not the husband's nobles, let alone the common people! This is how wizards govern a country. They will subconsciously regard a country as a warehouse for providing research materials and a cash machine for providing research funds. Financial revenue is the first thought for wizards.
It’s not about how to distribute and how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, but how much you can distribute.”
"..." Teresa pursed her lips and remained silent. The sorceress originally wanted to refute, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case. Her mother, Aurora, had always been used to spending money lavishly. The money allocated by Ryan from MI7 was
She came up and moved half of it to use for the latest big spell research.
and the purchase of various luxuries (of course, the large spell scroll provided by Aurora to Ryan is not only fully paid for, but even more), his current annual expenses are no less than a thousand gold crowns, but his income is very little, not at all like
Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower has also achieved breakeven.
"But no matter what, Kislev cannot fall, otherwise the empire will face the attack of the northern barbarians." Ryan pointed out: "At the same time, our preparations must also be accelerated. Sulia, regarding what I arranged before.
…”
"The construction of the Mousilon Military Academy has begun. This welfare home for disabled soldiers in the army and the museum displaying the glory of war will be completed by the end of the year. The Royal Infantry Military Academy Mousilon Military Academy has also begun laying the foundation. At the same time, the Royal Old Military Academy
The Guards Manor will be doubled in size, and all the Old Guards who participated in the Battle of Bafeng Mountain will enjoy additional special allowances and abilities.
The right to send children to military academies." Sulia said with a smile: "As you said, Ryan, how can we make the soldiers fight hard if the military pay is not enough, and how can we not let the soldiers bleed and shed tears? In order to protect themselves,
We risk our lives to defend our country, and we should let them know that the king and queen will never forget their sacrifice and contribution, and we have an obligation to do a good job."
"Well, good, but there is one more thing." Ryan nodded. Now, the soldiers of the kingdom admire and support King Ryan more than the knights. This is recognized in Britannia.