The chat fell into an embarrassment that could not continue. It happened that at this time, the waiter sent Griffith a letter.
This is a letter of commendation delivered through the Reserve Army Command. In recognition of Griffith's decisiveness and activeness in suppressing the evil rituals in Odessa in the autumn, the Senate awarded him a large piece of land as a reward, including a large and small land.
A small village, several forests, an unknown number of mines and two lakes.
According to convention, war merit awards will give a range of optional awards, and Bayerland's rule of replacing territory with annuities has been implemented for many years. However, the Senate generously exempted them from the trouble of thinking and directly awarded the originally small
Several manors and populations around the Ravenel territory were granted as gifts.
The territory Griffith originally received was only 4,000 acres of farmland and a manor with more than 500 residents. In less than three months, his territory had expanded more than ten times, almost approaching that of the ancient Ravenel family.
Sphere of influence. In ancient times, each village could dispatch at least one knight and his retinue, that is, two heavy cavalry, plus less than ten poorly equipped infantry.
The barony means a cavalry squad and an infantry squadron in wartime, and is a pillar that cannot be ignored in the kingdom. However, in the past one or two hundred years, the strengthening of the power of the Bayerland center and wizards, and the establishment of a standing army have gradually weakened the feudal lords and
The value of knights. Ancient Verona once had a powerful army, but now it dare not speak loudly in front of Beyelan.
What's interesting is that the Baielan Senate seemed to be following its old path again. They sent out legions at the turn of spring and summer, almost dominating the situation in Verona, but at the end of the year they began to support the small local lords.
"Congratulations!" Nona glanced at the commendation order for a few times and said sincerely, "Maybe we should call you Sir Ravenel!"
"This is the Senate's reward for the soldiers who fought for it. This is a land the size of a barony, with between 5,000 and 10,000 residents. However, the local situation is so corrupt that my territory may be almost a ruin.
The Senate will not engage in loss-making business." Griffith smiled, put away the letter, and directly began to draft a letter to Roland.
According to the agreement between the two, Roland will arrange personnel to assist Griffith in managing the territory, and try his best to help him resume production, train the local militia, and gradually integrate into Roland's system.
After Bayeran's army arrived, they briefly controlled a large area of Verona land. However, affected by the orc wars in the autumn, the rebels who had been defeated many times revived.
Everyone knows that the rebellion in Verona has not been eliminated. The strength of the rebels is increasing every moment. Even Count Larmore and Count Chalon have a headache. Sooner or later, the Shutorals will come back.
Go to that battlefield.
"Nona," Griffith asked as he wrote, "do you think the Senate really intends to release the royal family and nobles?"
While reading Griffith's letter, Nona expressed her opinion, "I think this may be the royal family promoting this work.
"The families of Berthier and Dedeus also received local territory as a reward. We should deploy there for a short time next spring to train a new army composed mainly of local people to protect the territory. However, staying there
It won’t take too long, it’s mainly about getting familiar with the actual situation, and the specific work will be completed by officials appointed by each family.”
The western part of Verona is dominated by mountains and hills, with lakes and rivers crisscrossing it, and mountains running through the middle. To the north is a vast plain, and to the south is mostly mountains and river valleys.
Facing the sea to the east is the territory directly under the jurisdiction of Beyeran, where regular legions are deployed and there are the best cities, ports and manors. The big cities Old Town and Varna are both located on the west coast of the Sea of Tranquility, connecting the Odessa region with the world
seaports and road hubs in various places.
The area slightly to the west is the territory of the main nobles of Verona. These areas were less damaged in the rebellion and are now closely protected.
Further west is the central plain of Verona, which was hit hard by the rebels. Many of the nobles who had lived there for generations were killed in the rebellion and suffered heavy losses. Many simply sold their territories and fled to Baidu.
The newly conquered provinces of Yelan were eliminated. Part of the unused territory was occupied by rebels, and some of it was used by Bayeran to reward its own people. These territories were close to each other, and their forces were intricate.
Griffith's territory is here, and it should not be far from the territory Berthier and the others obtained. Nearby is Earl Larmore, the fief newly obtained by the Isius family.
Outside of these forces, there are some forces that control the population and the land. They are neither rebels, nor do they obey the orders of Bijland and Verona. These people are like mercenaries and bandits, who seized a lot of money in the chaos.
Large piece of land.
There are a lot of people here who are willing to fight, as long as the price is right.
While the two were chatting, Griffith suddenly noticed Neferty leaning towards him. She and several exchange students from Odessa had received special invitations and came to the party.
The woman hesitated a little, but still quietly moved towards Griffith little by little. Finally reaching a place two meters away, she took a deep breath and whispered with the greatest courage
"Good evening, knight, I thought..."
Before Neferti could say what she wanted, a voice suddenly interrupted.
"Good evening, knight." Aaron, with blond hair and red eyes, came to Griffith in the eyes of a large group of admirers, condescending to come to him like a king. Many cute girls had little stars twinkling in their eyes, all the time.
Everyone is looking at him.
"Belia, Horov, please give us some time." The Son of Prophecy nodded to his friends and sent them away with resentful eyes.
"Good evening, Aaron, is there anything I can do for you?" Griffith greeted politely, as if the two of them had just played a few games of Gwent in the ruins of the Whispering Forest.
"Yes," Aaron leaned forward, as if a close friend was holding Griffith's shoulders, almost touching his face, "A trial is about to begin, and the participants will be me and your woman."
Aaron's appearance is more delicate and beautiful than the girl next to him. He can make people intoxicated and admired just by standing there. However, his words are like poisonous snakes swimming in the shadows, hissing
After spitting out the letter, Griffith even felt vampire fangs appearing next to his ears, filling the air with an extremely dark and dank atmosphere.
Nona and Neferti quickly stepped aside. The laughter that filled the entire hall a few seconds ago suddenly hid behind the curtain and the couch, peeking at the two people. Everyone looked at the abnormally intimate Griffey.
Si and Aaron, everyone guessed what they were talking about, and many people became jealous.
"So?" Griffith also held Aaron's shoulders.
"Do you know what trial this is? Griffith," Aaron whispered with impeccable nobility, "old Tiberion will soon announce that he thought it was some happy memorial.
But, I know, Griffith...
"The revelation from the gods has been given, and I know something.
"And you, what did you encounter in Odessa and the Sea of Chaos? The illusion hidden there will also come and fight with me. Just the aftermath will tear Miss Elf into pieces."
"Go on." Griffith said calmly.
"I can let you join in, Griffith, and give you a chance to protect her, as long as you obey my will," Aaron said, "You don't need to answer me, the time will be ripe soon."
After saying this, Aaron nodded to Griffith, turned around and walked towards his followers, scolding them at the same time, "Trotsky, don't say useless words there, come to me."
At the same time, the host of the banquet, Principal Tiberion, finally arrived.
His entourage brought a huge crystal ball and carefully placed it on the table in the middle of the banquet hall.
The principal looked at the students with old and kind eyes
"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies.
"I originally wanted to compose a small poem to praise life on the beautiful night before Frost Festival, but darkness enveloped us, determination and action were more important than lyricism. Behind the retreating force of justice, the tentacles of evil in every town
and organizations emerge from hiding, ready to welcome the birth of their masters. In the near future, as the most intelligent and sensitive among us perceive, the world is about to undergo earth-shaking changes..."
Galadia and Sonia quickly came to Griffith and whispered in his ear, "What is he talking about~"
This question confused everyone present. Everyone looked at the principal, wondering what his plan was.
The white-haired elder continued:
"However, we cannot give up joy and hope because of this. Coming to us tonight are exchange students from the noble Medini College, our lovely guests. Before the party begins, my old friend, Principal Medini,
The wise Lord of Magic, Lord Avignon, would like to say a few words to everyone, especially his students."
As soon as they heard the name of the principal, the exchange students in Metini became commotion. No matter how much they disliked the principal in the past, they all developed a sincere nostalgia and love for him after coming to a foreign land.
Tiberion waved to the attendants, and the huge crystal ball lit up, reflecting the face of an elder.
Principal Medini was sitting behind a desk, with a tall bookshelf behind him. The image was very clear, as if he was sitting in front of everyone. Even the teachers and students of Homemonworth straightened their backs subconsciously.
"Good evening, my old friend," Tiberion said kindly, "you may begin."
Principal Medini, the demigod of Odessa, was watching everyone in the image reflected in the crystal ball. He didn't speak or had any expression, he just stared at this side with his eyes wide open.
"Haha, this is a common thing. The other side may not be ready," Tiberion reminded again with a smile, "Avignon, we are waiting to hear your speech. Please hurry up, I also want to
Go eat your favorite pudding!"
Everyone waited with bated breath. Just when everyone could hardly sit still, they seemed to hear a snap of fingers.
The principal of Avignon suddenly moved.
He opened his mouth and made a strange sound of "hungry~hungry~", and his body began to tremble naturally. His old but healthy skin suddenly turned pale and colorless, and then showed dark purple marks. The marks were cloudy at first.
Shaped, strip-like, and gradually turned into pieces.
Griffith's eyebrows stood up, and the few Shutoral present also understood what they were seeing. His sharp eyes turned to Aaron, and found that he was smiling excitedly and happily, as if
A wandering vulture discovers long-desired food.
"Don't look!" Griffith shouted, raising his hand to hold Galadia and Sonia's heads. Before the two girls could react, a series of extremely miserable screams rang out in the hall.
"Ah!" Several girls fainted, and some even vomited.
One of the most powerful wizards in the world, the spellcaster demigod of Odessa, and the principal of the Medini High School of Magic, Avignon, went down and fell on his desk. The moment he hit the table, the air
There was a hoarse sound of bending and breaking.
The demigod wizard's head flew out, bounced on the desk and rolled over. The broken neck revealed shriveled bones and rotten tissue, coagulated blood clots and torn pieces of flesh, with maggots hanging on the broken neck.
The bone fragments fell onto the table with a clatter.
The banquet hall at Homemonworth was in chaos. Several people smashed the windows and jumped into the garden screaming, while others vomited everywhere.
Even Headmaster Tiberion was stunned. He opened his mouth and stared blankly at his crystal ball, making people afraid that he would soon follow in the footsteps of Lord Avignon.
Neferty was so frightened that she froze in place. She slowly looked around and saw Griffith pressing the heads of the two girls to his chest to prevent them from seeing the horrific scene; then, she lost her mind again.
I usually looked back at the crystal ball, only to see a familiar figure coming to the principal of Avignon and sweeping away the rotten remains of the principal like dust.
Naira appears in the scene wearing a mask. Although his face cannot be seen, Neferti is very sure that this is her brother. He is unarmed and has no armor, just wearing a black cloak. A group of people are also wearing black robes.
A man wearing a mask stood behind him.
"The world is...so, here I am."
His voice was melodious and distant, with a power that struck straight into the heart. On the other side of the crystal ball, Aaron's expression and blond hair were flying, as if he was responding to a call that could rival his own.
Naira in the crystal ball said
"The hypocritical and weak Avignon has been punished by me. His associates, the ten remaining demigods of the twelve members of the Arcane Council, wait for your doom.
"Raise your heads, inhabitants of the world, gaze at me and spread my name. Standing before you is the elf of eternal denial.
"I came in the call of the times to destroy the shackles imposed on this world.