Imperial calendar year 2515, June.

As Knight King Ryan and Lake God Witch Morgiana returned from Dulong City, they brought with them a Norscan dwarf army consisting of more than a dozen dwarf legions (again, a dwarf legion only has about 200

-300 people, while humans are 1000-1200 people), everyone knows that the great Knight King Ryan once again won a great victory on the political, diplomatic and military levels.

The "Dulong City Exclusive Trade Agreement" was signed. Knight King Ryan and Emilia, whose belly had begun to bulge slightly, signed and sealed on behalf of the human side, announcing the establishment of a new trade system.

I have to say that the war ended much earlier than expected. After Emilia saw Ryan coming back, she secretly complained to Ryan about why you withdrew the troops in June. I prepared so many supplies for logistics.

All in vain.

Ryan smiled and said you were not in vain.

Almost as soon as the Norscan dwarves came to Erengrad, official trade between the two sides started immediately.

Norscan Dwarf Lord Torgard-The Crimson listed his gift list to the dwarves' new allies, which included a hundred and fifty pairs of full-body rune-crafted plate armor made by dwarf rune craftsmen, and hundreds of

A set of various rune weapons, especially swords, shields and halberds, as well as a large number of precious metal ores and jewelry.

On the human side, dozens of cargo ships were filled with food, cloth, wine, meat, and fish in exchange. A large amount of logistical materials were used directly to trade with the Norscan dwarves. Despite this, the goods provided by the human side

The value is still far lower than the gifts from the Norscan dwarves, which leads to many people not getting the soup.

The imperial businessmen who drank were very dissatisfied with this. General Tim from Nuer wrote in his diary: "This is not a transaction at all, this is simply a robbery! God knows that the level of the Knight King is too powerful.

Or did those Norscan dwarves have their heads filled with the smelly seawater of the Sea of ​​Chaos?"

No one knows, everyone only knows that the Norscan dwarves are particularly stubborn. They only recognize the long sword and fleur-de-lis in the book that symbolizes Ryan's personal family crest, or Britannia or Nur who have trade certificates.

No matter how low prices or favorable terms offered by merchants or other humans, Norscan dwarves would ignore them.

A large amount of wealth poured into the officially designated market, and the lively shouts and sounds of buying and selling resounded in the military camp of the Chivalry Army. After most of the Norscan goods were swallowed, a small amount of goods were still left.

Allowing a market to be sold in the military camp, just like a shark smelling blood, Lane's father-in-law Francois immediately came to the scene with Duke Berhemond, saying that I would pack all the things first, and then slowly

Let’s talk about price.

The same was true at Nuer Military Camp. Because of this incident, President Krupp himself rushed from Herzig to Oerengrad, just for this lucrative trade.

After this process took two or three days, finally in June, Ryan announced that he would conquer Britannia.

In the main square of Erlengrad, surrounded by hundreds of Old Guards and dozens of Britannian nobles, Holy Grail Knights and the Lake God Prophet Group led by Morgiana, Knight King Ryan

He personally stood in front of the main square and delivered a victory speech to the excited and proud soldiers who came from all directions.

As Ryan took the stage, all the nearly 20,000 soldiers crowded in the square fell silent for a moment. They spontaneously lined up and waited for the great King of Knights to speak.

"My soldiers, Britannia, and soldiers from other human nations, and even soldiers from other ordered races!"

Ryan's voice rang in the ears of the soldiers celebrating victory and glory.

"Another magnificent victory! Beastmen, Greenskins, Chaos Army, Chaos Chosen Champion, Chaos Eternal Chosen, all fell in front of us!" Ryan raised his fist towards everyone, and in the six

Under the scorching sun of Erengrad, the voice of the King of Knights is warm

Ruhuo: "We once again proved to the darkness that we will never give in, we will never admit defeat. Our victory lit up the long night. We proved that mortals also have their own beliefs and glory. Our courage will

Become the golden light of this dark age!”

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came, and the soldiers shouted for victory. Their blood, courage, and soul-stirring emotions echoed in the sky above Erlengrad and even in the subspace!

"Hope still exists!" Ryan shouted proudly: "Even if Kislev has fallen, even if the empire is attacked, even if the Oster Territory is almost in ruins, even if many coastal ports are threatened, even if the darkness once

We were cornered, but we persevered and we won! I, Ryan Macado, am proud and proud of you, my knights and soldiers, I can be with you, what else do I have to be afraid of?

What about?"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" The roar turned into a rolling torrent. Every soldier shouted loudly. Every knight took off his helmet to salute as a knight. Every dwarf put his weapon on his chest.

Every elf couldn't help but lower their naturally noble heads.

"Now we drive the Chaos bastards back to the north, we crush their armies like a lion tearing their armor to pieces with his teeth and claws, and we march on and on until the lost dogs have fled back

We attack them directly where they should be, until every blasphemous emblem and camp is reduced to ashes. These memories will become treasures that will accompany us throughout our lives, but we will never stop, for the lady and the king, for the cloth

Retania!”

"For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

"For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

"Now, let us start the journey home, let us return home, bring glory, wealth and the sons of Britannia, we are going home!"

"Go home, go home, go home!!!" Cheers spread from one side of the city to the other.

The Brittanians have never felt so proud of their identity, their blood is surging, and the glory of victory belongs to themselves.

Look, Ryan standing on the stage no longer looks like a living person, but a symbol.

He is synonymous with glory and victory!

After the speech, a banquet was held, and the knights and soldiers drank happily. Ryan also personally took two glasses of imperial stout and handed one to Francois: "It's time to go home, my Duke."

"Yes, it's time to go home, my majesty." Francois said elegantly. My father-in-law made amazing gains in this battle, and he once again proved his ability to lead the army and the superior strength of the Wenford Duchy's army.

fighting force, old in oerengrad

My father-in-law was appointed as the general person in charge of logistics and military supplies, and the first thing he did when he took office was to directly "dung-kill" an aristocratic logistics and military quartermaster who had embezzled about fifteen kilograms of honey and brown sugar, that is, he threw him into a cesspit.

Drown alive.

My father-in-law suppressed "floating" and "logistics losses" more harshly than Ryan. The "transportation losses" in his logistics report were actually only 5%-7%, which is basically close to the real losses, because of logistics transportation and material reserves.

There will indeed be losses in the process, and the fact that my father-in-law can suppress it to this level is enough to put everyone in the old world to shame.

Ryan only found out afterwards that of course in this world honey and sugar are high-end luxuries that only nobles can enjoy. The price of fifteen kilograms can reach hundreds of gold crowns, but Ryan still felt that his father-in-law was a little bit

Too cruel.

"If you don't be ruthless, these guys won't have a long memory." This was the father-in-law's answer: "Kill them to serve as a warning to others. This time we seized a lot and the harvest was particularly rich. There will definitely be many people who want to get their hands on the loot and logistical supplies."

"Ah, I miss Sulia." Ryan and Francois clinked glasses. The two of them drank a full glass of imperial stout in one gulp. Immediately, the old guard next to him quickly reached out to take the empty glass and went to pick it up next to him.

Beer, the King of Knights smiled and said: "I have been out on the expedition for more than half a year, and I don't know what is going on with Sulia."

"Lidya Su will take care of everything, and she must be looking forward to your return." The father-in-law smiled and took the cup again, drank it in one gulp, and then handed it to the old guard to pick up the beer: "I want you too, little Devin

Hill."

"Hehehe~ Yes." Ryan sighed. Although the expedition time this time was not as good as the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, it was still long enough. The King of Knights raised his glass: "Cheers to victory!"

"Cheers!" Two large wine glasses filled with beer collided. Francois raised the glass first. After seeing Ryan take a sip, the father-in-law just sipped a little and put it down, seemingly motionless.

He asked casually in a seductive voice: "By the way, there is a recent rumor in the army that His Majesty is going to confer the title of ten marshals...do you have anything to say?"

"There are considerations in this regard." Ryan narrowed his eyes. My father-in-law came here to inquire. Obviously, the Dukes all realized that under Ryan's overwhelming power, further centralization and aristocratic bureaucracy were inevitable. For the sake of the future,

He will not become a marginalized existence with a title but no job or a title but no power. He will not be able to continue eating meat and drinking wine with Ryan. He will definitely come here to find out.

This matter is also very simple. The rumor about the canonization of the marshal was caused by Ryan deliberately letting the Old Guards and the 1st Lancers spread the news in order to test the reaction of the knights and nobles. As expected, the traditional knights and nobles headed by my father-in-law

They took the bait immediately.

I have no choice but to work with His Majesty Ryan, and the benefits I will gain are too many.

"Then..." Francois continued to test: "When we get back, your Majesty and the Queen will discuss the details?"

"It's just an intention now, Francois." Ryan raised his glass. The King of Knights thought for a moment. His father-in-law has always followed his footsteps. He should give money and efforts when he should, and he should be allowed to lead the army and the army.

He worked tirelessly in management and invested heavily in himself early on. He should be reassured: "Anyway, you will not be missing, Francois, I mean if there is any."

The father-in-law said oh, and he was half relieved, but the other half was: "What about... something else?"

"There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything." Ryan smiled and said nothing more.

At this moment, the regent of the kingdom, Lawn-Leo Cornwall, came up with a wine glass. He looked serious: "Your Majesty, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter? Mr. Leo Cornwall?" Seeing that Lawn's expression was very serious and not pretending, Ryan also put away his smile and became serious.

"I want to stay, stay in Erengrad." Lawn picked up the wine glass.

"I want to serve as the commander-in-chief and logistics and military commander of the army left behind here!"

"If possible, Your Majesty, I would like to hand over my principality to you to govern!"

"What?" This time, Ryan was really surprised.

Is Lawn taking the initiative to help himself centralize power?!

…………I am the dividing line that conforms to the trend of history…………

Just when the knightly army was returning to the original route.

The imperial capital Braunschweig, the Imperial Palace, and the bedroom of the Imperial Emperor Karl-Franz.

On a large emperor's armchair inlaid with gold, sat Emperor Karl Franz. He was wearing a purple shirt, white breeches, and a golden robe. He leaned back with an unsightly expression.

Rest on the backrest.

The emperor was ill, and stomach pain tortured Karl Franz's nerves, but he still managed to stay strong.

The north has become a ruin, and the Osterland is struggling under the ravages of Chaos. The plague and rumors brought by the spring have spread throughout the empire. A sense of fear has enveloped the people and the army of the empire. Many electors are eager to

Support and funds are needed to rebuild their territory, but the cash flow in the emperor's hands is close to drying up. If the Supreme King hadn't generously donated money because he failed to support the empire this time, then the Kahuang Emperor would really have been forced to use his private wealth.
To be continued...