Chapter 6 One Three Five Eat Chicken, Two Four Six Flower Girl
Griffith changed into a clean light cavalry uniform. He was now a cavalry officer and could wear the uniform when he couldn't think of anything to wear or had no money to buy new clothes.
Sonia was wearing a long dress as colorful as clouds, and her bare shoulders were lowered to the limit of etiquette. She held up the hem of the dress, ran briskly over and took Griffith's arm towards the Beyeland Hand Hall.
"Griffith!" She pulled the would-be knight with a worried look on her face, asking him to bring his head closer.
Although she promised her mother not to tell anyone about the title, she still felt uncomfortable hiding it in her heart. Sonia couldn't bear it anymore!
"What's wrong?"
"You are a candidate to inherit an aristocratic surname, and you can inherit an ancient family and title!" The girl who had been holding back for several days almost bit his ear and said, "De Ravenel family."
"Ugh, ah!" Griffith didn't know what to say.
"Don't say anything," the girl pinched his arm, "behave yourself!"
All the nobles came and went. But Sonia insisted that Griffith, who had not yet become a formal knight, accompany her for the first dance.
The first dance began. Griffith, full of curiosity and expectation, maintained a cautious posture and put his hand on Sonia's waist. Even so, he still felt the girl tremble slightly. Sonia danced
She dances very well. She is the brightest pearl of Beyeland. Tonight's dance partner is lining up to wait for her.
Such a gentle and cautious movement should not have such a reaction. Griffith panicked, thinking that his hand was in the wrong position.
However, it seemed not. Sonia put her hands on his shoulders obediently and started dancing to the melody.
"My brother may marry a big family in Odessa. I don't know the specific name yet," Sonia said softly about another thing, shaking off the countess's secret. "Our family is in Odessa.
There is a large territory on the border of Sa, which is the property of the ancestors and was awarded by the war achievements in the early years.
"Although we don't go there very often, through the marriage here, dad may be promoted to a marquis. Nolan will inherit the title of the other family. He insists on doing so, and I will inherit the title of the Larmore family."
"Well -" Griffith let out a long hum.
"I don't know what kind of person will be arranged for me," Sonia said softly, putting her right hand on Griffith's shoulder and squeezing it gently, "Actually, I think Nolan is the same as the Marquis.
It’s very troublesome to manage the territory.”
"Unless there is a lost ruin there." Griffith chuckled.
"A relic is not enough," Sonia shook her head repeatedly.
"Two of them!"
The two chatted in low voices until the opening dance ended. The nobles queuing up were already thinking about a duel with Griffith.
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Next, a senator addressed everyone and announced the decision to grant Roland the title of Count:
"The work of Count de Sissel is of great help to us. This resolute and brave knight has performed many meritorious deeds for the kingdom. He brought revolutionary gunpowder weapons to the army of the kingdom, and through simple
The experiment showed us the shooting principles of muskets and artillery. This experiment was carried out under the watchful eyes of His Majesty the King and all the noble senators. The count himself did not conceal any details. If he had any concerns, it was only for safety reasons.
Consider asking all the adults to stay a little further away..."
This respectable senator's speech was long and unfocused. It was obvious that he was a very erudite scholar who knew a little bit about everything and wanted to tell everyone about everything, but the result was that the ladies present yawned repeatedly.
Finally he finished his long speech, and the attendants announced a long title at the door of the ball hall: "Lord of Bellomont, Defender of the Realm, Dragon Slayer, Friend of Elves and Earth Spirits, Roland de Cisse"
Your lord, the Earl, has arrived!"
All the guests turned their attention to the door, where a tall and burly visitor appeared.
He was dressed like a fashionable boy from Bayerland. He wore a count's sash on his dark, straight blue coat, and his knight's eagle medal with diamonds, gold oak leaves, and eagles shone brightly in the light. His splendid vest, shirt and
The boots are made by the best tailors and shoemakers, and the sword inlaid with gold and diamonds is pressed freely on the left hand.
The hero of Beyeland, the protagonist of the familiar story, stood tall on the red carpet. His eyes and movements were all filled with the spirit of a conqueror, and the eagle's gaze swept over all the beings who looked up to him. He walked into the palace.
Living room, as if he is the master of this world and this era.
Time has made his hair thinner, but his firm lines, extraordinary demeanor, noble identity and wonderful stories make him still a fascinating lover. The years away from Beyeland have made his body still as strong as a war horse.
He was majestic and strong. When he nodded slightly, the proudest Duke subconsciously responded in return.
The dormant hero has returned to the center of the civilized world. The lights have been turned on, the curtain is about to open, and the show is about to begin.
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“His Royal Highness Prince Mark Commodus Anthony,
"Princess Diana de Mirantis."
Only a third of the way through the dance, the prince arrived together with the daughter of the Guardian of the South.
Griffith couldn't help but raise his head. This was the first time he saw the prince. Judging from his age, he was only a few years older than himself.
"The prince has just graduated from Homemonworth. Have you never seen him?" Sonia took the prospective knight's arm and said, "He is engaged to Miss Diana and they are also classmates. Today is the official engagement ceremony!"
"For God's sake, I don't know anyone. But I have met Duke Mirantis," Griffith thought for a moment, turned his head and whispered in his daughter's ear, "In a secret meeting, the Duke said that as long as
The prince and the princess together with a team of Shutoral can solve all mysterious crises. The archbishop present even laughed at him."
Sonia turned her head and glanced at him quickly: "This is not a joke of the Duke. The two of them have known each other since they were very young. They have taken adventures together and handled many cases. They are the most famous couple in Beyeland!
"Even compared to the heroes in storybooks, it's hard to tell."
Griffith nodded. Suddenly, he thought of a question:
"Princes and princesses? Handling cases? Why don't they leave it to the knights and the army."
"Hmm~ I don't know. His mentor, Paladin General Maximus, has been carefully teaching him military theory and swordsmanship."
Princess Mirantes and Prince Commodus were the protagonists of the banquet. They were as perfect as a pair of porcelain villains, and even the most picky person could not find faults.
Lord Roland left the show early, and Griffith noticed that he and General Macdonald's wife went to the garden, talking and laughing.
After a few laps of dance, Griffith looked at the time and prepared to go back to his room to take a nap and then start working on duty. The senior Shutoral who was originally scheduled to be on duty injured his arm in a minor accident, and his superiors drew lots and decided that he would be responsible for 12
Security work in an area within the palace from 0:00 a.m. to 2:00 a.m.
Just as he was about to leave, Sonia hurried over, caught him, and brought him to the presence of the prince and princess.
"Your Highness, Princess, he is Griffith Blanton, the third-class assault squadron leader, the recipient of the Knight's Order of the Eagle with Silver Oak Leaves, and my Shutoral." Sonia introduced seriously,
The prince nodded to him cordially, and said with the pleasant expression of a senior and a friend: "The countess told me about you, the quasi-knight, and you were very active in the battle between Verona and Raven.
"Hidden dangers threaten our country at all times, but comfort consumes our ambitions. Only great causes can awaken noble souls."
The prince stretched out his hand to the prospective knight: "Mr. prospective knight, soon, I will officially begin to command the army. This country will be inherited by me, and I vow to lead her to greatness. Will you join my team?"
"..." Griffith couldn't answer for a moment. He was stunned. Yes, he is a vassal of the Larmore family, and the earl is also a vassal of the king, but he is not a vassal of the king!
Although there is no big problem in terms of the chain of command, if he is required to be loyal directly to the prince, how should he explain his loyalty to the Larmore family, the count and Sonia.
Sonia was looking at him and the prince with sparkling eyes, not realizing the problem at all.
Princess Mirantis stood aside. She looked at the prince, the countess, and the prospective knight. Fortunately, like Griffith, she was still awake.
"Your Highness, there are enough warriors fighting for you. I heard Sonia say that her knight is a good intelligence and staff officer. The previous battles have proved this for us. Please don't misplace his talents.
Got the place.
"Let him stay behind and spend more time with Miss Larmore."
The princess took her betrothed's arm and pointed out the prince's little mistakes with a smile.
Oh——! That’s so well said. This is really the style of a queen! Praise the princess! Griffith said repeatedly in his heart.
"Yes, that's what happened!" The prince seemed to understand, but he was also a little confused. "We are currently studying and following Sir Roland's suggestion to set up a staff and unify the command. Come and join us later when you have time.
Let’s do a sandbox simulation, I’m very interested in the battle between Verona and Revan.”
"Your will is my action, Your Highness." Griffith beat his chest in greeting.
"Okay, do we have to gather talents all night? Isn't His Highness's loyal ministers and generals enough?" The princess gave Sonia a charming smile, "Does anyone remember that this is a ball and not a royal meeting?"
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The princess walked away with her prince. Griffith felt a little thirsty, so he and Sonia went to the couch in the corner of the hall to rest.
Fiona and Lana were also there. Count Chalon, who had been away from Beyeland for a long time, had actually returned from the front line of Verona and was chatting with Count Lamore.
"Sonia, come and announce the answer!" Seeing the two people coming, Count Chalon grabbed Count Larmore who was trying to escape and shouted, "The prince wants to win over your knight, doesn't he?"
"You can't say that, Earl, the prince just hopes that Griffith can serve the future of the kingdom with him." Sonia corrected tactfully.
"Isn't this just wooing?" Earl Charles snorted, "Look, I guessed it right. The prince is eager for military power and status, and wants to treat our Senate as nothing!"
Count Larmore looked at his good friend in silence.
"He is a prince, doesn't the whole country belong to him sooner or later? Why not?" Fiona asked her father in confusion.
"Tsk, tell me, William." The drunk Sharon held his friend's arm to prevent him from leaving. But Count Larmore ignored him and just looked around vigilantly.
Count Chalon had no choice but to explain himself: "Order, young friends, order is the cornerstone of the kingdom's existence. Even evil order is a hundred times better than disorderly kindness."
Everyone couldn't understand what he said.
The Earl continued: "The first thing I did when I arrived in Verona was to bring my legion to establish order there. There must be clear boundaries for what can and cannot be done. Even if it is burning, killing, looting,
How you burn and how you kill, how you rape and how you plunder, there must be rules and regulations. Rana, don’t you think so?"
"I don't know anything, Earl!" Lana replied quickly, then glanced at Fiona quickly and found that she was looking at him eagerly.
Count Chalon drank two more drinks today and was in high spirits. It seemed that he had been exhausted in Verona. He went on to say: "Suppose my soldiers want to eat chicken on the 135th and flower girls on the 246th.
Day off, this is order. This is a hundred times better than disorder.
"If you were all like the prince, you were in a good mood today on Tuesday and went out early to find the flower girl. Halfway through, you found that the chickens in this family were really fat, so he killed the villagers with a knife and ate the chicken. The flower girl's story was revealed
Besides, what does this mean? We agreed that today the flower girl will not eat chicken?"
"The count used a metaphor, which means to create a predictable and stable behavior pattern between the parties and reduce misjudgments and suspicions between each other. It is not really about eating chicken and flower girls." Gerry
Faith hurriedly took over the words. He had already seen that Sonia and Fiona had something wrong with their expressions.
Count Chalon glanced at him approvingly, and then said: "The function of order is to make everything that is about to happen known, so as to avoid confrontation caused by fear to the greatest extent. The unknown is the greatest fear.
"In this way, everyone will know that we want to eat chicken on the first, third, and fifth days, and we can also sell something else. On the second, fourth, and sixth days, we will also arrange for the girls to provide better services for bargaining. In this way, everyone will have a profit.
Figure, order becomes the practice, the practice is the law, and the world will be peaceful."
Leaving aside the dirty jokes, Count Chalon's remarks were quite clever. Griffith couldn't help but record them in his mind and study them carefully.
Fiona glared angrily at Count Chalon, who visited the little girl every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
"I'm just making an analogy, daughter," the earl explained in a loud tongue. "Besides, this is not a big deal. William, both young knights know how the soldiers on the front line can avoid this.
belch."
"That's not the case!"
"I don't!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Griffiths, Lannes, and Count Larmore shouted like an artillery battery firing a volley.
Fiona's eyes turned cold and she looked at her father with a keen eye: "You drank too much and talked nonsense again. Stop talking. Mom will come and beat you soon."
"Cornelia, how can I understand the army?" Count Chalon drank another large glass, "Whether the prince wants military power or finds a flower girl, there must be a regulation. If he can't find it today, it will definitely not work.
Tomorrow is the day and you must not let it go. This is called...
"What's wrong with you? Haha, what expressions are there on your face? Could it be that Cornelia is behind my back, ah——!"