Proof of the Sun King

?ps: Let’s make a rant here. In recent chapters, many people like to brush Slaanesh stalks, but they don’t know what Slaanesh is. The teaching of Slaanesh is to pursue mental stimulation to indulge all thoughts to get enough spiritual enjoyment. It's not what many people think of Slaanesh = lust, which is superficial and boring.

It has only been two weeks since the grand wedding ceremony of the Count of Glamorgan, Ryan Malcador, the champion of the Fairy Goddess in the Lake. From the serfs in the most remote villages of the kingdom, to the knight king's palace in Curona, discussions about Ryan's wedding are everywhere.

The heat has not yet passed, and another oracle came from the Cathedral of the Fairy in the Lake, which completely shook the entire Kingdom of Brittany. The oracle of the fairies was brought to mortals.

"Lady's oracle, darkness invades, the barbarian eagle in the north looks at the wolf, it is extremely vicious, the green skin in the east is rampant, and its sins are punished. In addition, it is specially designed to allow the dukes of Brittany to select the brave, devout and steadfast people and confer the title of knight."

- Morgiana, the witch of the lake god

This oracle of the fairies in the lake was like boiling oil in a hot pot, completely igniting the entire kingdom. From serfs, free people, to knights and great nobles with titles, a huge sensation was detonated. Under the night, countless serfs They gathered together, frantically discussing that there are serfs who can be promoted to knights? This is nothing short of a miracle!

Many serfs wept bitterly. They did not expect that the ladies would pay so much attention to these lowly people, that they would be willing to allow the lowly self to be promoted to the ranks of knights. People gathered in the tavern after work, drinking cheap and sour Barley wine, eating toast, and talking loudly about who has a chance to become a knight, especially the sergeants and rangers, who, as the professional soldiers and junior officers who have been with the knight the longest, have become sweet After all, every day they are surrounded by serfs everywhere they go, and everyone is asking, how to become a knight? Do I still have a chance?

In the face of the oracle of the fairy in the lake, the great nobles of Brittany were uncharacteristically silent. Even if some nobles objected, they just made a gesture, and more did not express their opinions. When they heard that there were only three places per year At this time, many great nobles, especially those conservative dukes, just told Morgiana that maybe one or two a year would be more reasonable.

The important reason why the dukes did not oppose fiercely was that the Chaos invasion from the north at the beginning of the year caused heavy losses to the northern part of the kingdom. Many duchies even had a situation where they could not fill up their knights, and the serf infantry regiments, sergeants, and rangers were also severely lacking.

Ryan seized this perfect opportunity to let the fairy in the lake throw out this oracle, and the great nobles would not strongly object, because the smart great nobles knew that this oracle was very beneficial for them to replenish staff and motivate serfs. Positivity, the three quotas per year also do not exist for the possibility of shaking the aristocratic rule.

The oracle of the goddess came from within the Earl of Glamorgan, so this place was the most lively discussion.

Time entered the early winter, and the earldom began to be enveloped by snow and ice. This winter came a few days earlier than before, when the sun's rays were enveloped by dark clouds, when the winter wheat was covered by white snow, when the trees withered and the bare branches stretched weakly into the sky, when The village fell into depression and silence, and when people always wrapped up their clothes and curled up by the fire at night, even the serfs knew that winter was coming.

Jin towns and the like have more vitality than other places. Even in the middle of winter, many residents can be seen walking on the streets. The streets are paved with slate and rammed. Pedestrians come and go, but most of them are in a hurry, because no one is there. Willing to be outside for a long time in this **** weather.

There are many small traders and hawkers on the street, all of them are strictly limited to a little bit in front of the street shops, and they are not allowed to occupy the pedestrian aisles, but these small traders can always sneak in the middle of the road treacherously and sell them. Once the patrolling team passed by, they quickly returned to the "safety line" for their own small commodities. The daily "fighting" between the vendors and the guards has become a routine in the town, and the residents have no surprise.

The largest commodity purchasing and trading center in the town is the "Oliver Chamber of Commerce" located not far from the Earl's Castle. Oliver, a businessman from the empire, presides over the sale of a variety of commodities, and there is an endless stream of merchants coming to this trade every day.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fell behind the Oracle Mountains, and another day of daylight came to an end. Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Lyonnais, was dressed in leather clothes of high value, especially the ones wrapped outside. The comfortable bearskin coat looks like a person with status. This regular halberd soldier of the halberd battalion is walking through the street alone, and there are a lot of snowflakes on his brown hair.

This fugitive slave from Leonasay is now an official soldier of the halberd battalion. He has just undergone very hard training today, which is even harder than when he worked for the knight master in Lyonnaxay.

But the treatment here is also much better, at least the rice is full, and at noon he also tasted a bowl of thick corn broth. I nibbled all the meat on the bone, licked it on the surface of the bone, and sucked up the marrow.

Breathing out a breath of cold air, the young halberdier carried a few silver coins in his arms. He hesitated for a while, then gave up walking towards the downtown area, and moved to a less populated area of ​​the town.

Now, the most expensive land in Jean Town is the city center not far from the Earl's Castle-Champion Avenue, which is covered with dense buildings, many buildings are rented out to businessmen and nobles, and there are also many ranger knights. It was a place to settle down, and the houses there were all made of stone and tiles, oak structures, beautiful and strong, and it was a place that many knights and merchants flocked to, and many sergeants also dreamed of buying houses there.

The farther from the city center, the newer and simpler the houses. There are still many wooden houses, but it is said that they will continue to expand soon. The town has been expanded twice, but it is still overcrowded. The third expansion There are endless rumors about it, and maybe it will start after the Chinese New Year.

After walking a few streets, Raymond found himself in a street with a row of double-storey houses. This kind of street has always been a representative of semi-residential and semi-commercialization. There are few pedestrians on the roadside, and many houses are closed. , only the firelight in the room and the black smoke from the chimney indicate that there are people living here.

If it was this kind of street... Raymond looked around and found a house. There was a wooden signboard hanging on a noose in front of the house. On the signboard was a picture of an ugly pig and bear. Fortunately, There are words at the bottom.

"The Bear Bar".

In the town of Jean, there will be bars on almost every street. This bar has three functions: a hotel, a restaurant and a retail store. This bear bar looks ordinary, and there are human voices from time to time. The bar The door of the store is half-closed, maybe the owner is in pain, so he opens the door to let the cold wind blow in or closes the door to reject the customer. In the end, he has to choose such a half-concealed method, and he wants to refuse and welcome.

Raymond doesn't care, there's beer and barbecue, and that's enough.

"Boom~" The door was gently pushed open, and Raymond walked into the bar.

The wooden floor is covered with thick straw, and candles made of animal fat illuminate the dim interior of the bar. The long bar is a little greasy. At least one waiter is using a rag to scrub the bar table vigorously. Behind the bar, A proprietress was pouring wine, and two rows of cabinets were filled with everything from the worst Breton ale to Imperial Stout, Kislev vodka, mead and whisky, shoddy from Winford Wine also occupies a corner – as we all know, Lady Surya, the wife of the Earl of Lane, is the daughter of the Duke of Winford, and the principality is rich in not only good wines but also bad wines.

It seems that there is no problem that high-quality wine is drunk by nobles, and inferior wine is drunk by inferior commoners.

Inside the bar, the long bar was full of drinkers, and there were only one or two seats left. There were two wooden tables beside it, and a lot of people sat there. When Raymond opened the door, almost everyone was there. Focusing on him, most of them are middle-aged men wearing black or brown cloaks and shaggy beards.

His bearskin coat and youthful features and youthful face seemed out of place in this bar, but as Raymond firmly believed, it wouldn't stop him from drinking here.

"It's the Earl's soldier!"

"He is our earl's halberdier!"

"I've heard of them. The soldiers of the halberd battalion are all heroes. They once faced the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors of the northern barbarians in the battle of Leonathay!"

"Good man! I'll give you a toast from Duff!"

The drinkers and alcoholics in the pub were quick to identify Raymond from his badges and uniforms, and in the Earl of Glamorgan, the Earl's soldiers were always respected and adored, and every serf longed for home. Get a sergeant or a ranger and get the whole family freedmen.

This is Raymond's self-confidence, his self-confidence in his identity, and this self-confidence makes him fascinated, and that is the respect he couldn't feel when he was a serf in Lyonasse.

"Welcome, Mr. Earl's halberdier, what can I do for you?" The proprietress lowered her head to pour wine and was busy ordering coins in her jar. Seeing Raymond walking straight towards the bar, the proprietress raised her head quickly. , forced a smile.

"Beer." Raymond found a stool in front of the bar and sat down, and said directly.

"Local ale or something?" The proprietress seemed to be testing him.

"Imperial Stout." Of course, Raymond knew what the local ale was~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was drunk by the poor serfs who were not enterprising and spent all day long, not him, but the earl's soldier .

"A cup, a small bucket?" The proprietress knew that this was a knowledgeable person, and she continued.

"A small barrel." Raymond stared at the beer barrel in the cupboard. This beer barrel might store seven or eight liters of beer. He didn't know how much water was mixed in it, but it shouldn't be too much—— If a bar is too heavily watered, it won't have so many guests.

"Huh?" The proprietress didn't seem to be in her thirties, and she looked okay, she spread her hands.

Raymond handed over a silver coin.

The silver coin instantly disappeared into the sleeve of the proprietress. The proprietress ordered twenty copper coins to find him, then took out a huge wooden beer mug, filled a large glass of dark brown liquid, and placed it in Raymond In front of him: "What else? Sir?"

"Let's do this first." Raymond took the beer mug. This huge beer mug is a so-called "small barrel", which is about a liter. If it is a "glass" of beer, it is a mug, about one hundred and fifty to two hundred milliliters.

The dark beer from the Empire has a strong aroma, and the surface of the beer is foamy, and it is very comfortable to sip, at least much stronger than the sour local barley wine.

As soon as he took a sip, he drank a third of the big cup. Raymond was about to say something when the door opened, and the wind and snow swept into the house. Raymond frowned and looked at the door subconsciously.

Wearing a green sergeant's cloak, chain mail and ornate burqa, a figure with a big bow behind him appeared at the door of the bar.

"Oh, hello, M. Bertrand! What brought you into my shop?"

"First a glass of Imperial Stout, Mattie."

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