Chapter 1040 The dictatorial tyrant enters Clement
As Richard's nephew, Duke Taubot inherited Richard's stability and conservatism from the old king, but he also inherited Richard's indecision. When he called his palace ministers, his first reaction was to
Everyone said: "He is here, His Majesty has appeared. How can he appear in my principality without my consent? Is this reasonable?"
Duke Taubot's words left the palace ministers at a loss as to what to say. Count Robert, the Minister of War, could only come up and say: "My Duke, he is the King of Knights, and he is qualified to appear in the whole of Brittany."
Anywhere in Asia, this is the king’s power and we have no right to stop it.”
"But how can he come with an army?" Duke Taubot was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had indeed overreacted. He had no right to object to the king's appearance wherever he liked.
"Your Majesty, if we go by the intelligence, our King of Knights only brought a small group of Old Guards, less than a hundred people." Earl Robert said very awkwardly: "This...can't be considered an army. The king should be
Have a guard."
According to Sulia's intelligence, Duke Taubot himself is a humble, kind-hearted and veteran nobleman who can listen to opinions. When his war minister, Earl Robert, said this, the Duke opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.
.
So he turned his attention to his Interior Minister, Baron Edward: "Edward, I ask you a question as the blood descendant of the first Holy Grail Knight Corduin and the heir to the Duke of Le Angoulan. Please tell me.
Tell the truth, okay?"
"Please speak frankly, Duke." Baron Edward saw that he had reached this point and could only nod.
"How many people within us support my statement?" Duke Taubot frowned. He leaned out from behind his desk and asked with a very serious expression: "How many people support our cause?
"
"Almost 90% of the direct nobles support you, my Duke." Eduardo's words gave Duke Taubot reassurance: "According to the opinions returned by the attendants and envoys, at least 75% of the knights and nobles in the entire principality
They also support you. They also disagree with the decision of the King of Knights to cancel the privileges of the nobility, and they even oppose the appointment of a governor."
"That's good, that's good, as long as everyone supports me." Duke Taubot actually has doubts about his influence, because Ryan's achievements over the years have been too brilliant, but obviously,
When it comes to their own interests, these veteran nobles still stand on their side, which is good. The Duke breathed a sigh of relief, and he immediately took the map: "Where is our King of Knights now?"
"He is already close to Lessa Frey. Baron Otero of Lessa Frey is a neutral party. It is difficult for us to guarantee that he will be willing to come out and face the king directly." Count Robert pointed to the map: "But there is good news, then
It is the old Count Clement, west of Les Saffres, who is our staunch supporter."
"The key question is, my Duke, what are you going to do?" Baron Edward said: "How are we going to treat the King of Knights and his queen? Should we... consider using force?"
Duke Taubot hesitated.
As an old traditional conservative aristocrat, Duke Taubot is of course extremely disgusted with many of Lane's practices, including vigorously promoting free people, including depriving and restricting aristocratic privileges, including taking back judicial power to establish a circuit court, including actually forming an old man from the mud.
Guards, including appointed governor.
But as a Brittanian, Duke Taubot also admired Ryan's glorious deeds. He led the knights from victory to victory, from glory to glory. He empathized with the changes in the knight kingdom over the years. Ryan did not
The first step was to use force, and Duke Taubot was unwilling to use force.
After much hesitation, Duke Taubot still shook his head. The Duke said in a low voice: "I have given an order. Do not use force unless it is absolutely necessary. The Brittanians will not fight the Brittanians! Let the old Count Clement send his men.
Expelling our Knight King from the territory of the Principality, we have nothing to bargain with him, he will either accept it or refuse it!"
"yes!"
…………I am a Breton and I don’t draw the dividing line between Bretons…………
"Long live the king! Long live the king!"
Baron Otero of Lessa Frei looked at everything that was happening in front of him with dull eyes.
When he heard that Knight King Ryan and his Queen Surya were heading towards his fiefdom with less than a hundred Old Guards and hundreds of serf militiamen, Baron Otero was ecstatic for a time.
He immediately ordered his personal guards and knights to gather immediately and prepare.
However, when Baron Otero had just gathered his more than 100 personal guards and knight attendants, the gate of the town over there was already opened!
"Long live the king! Long live the king!" The town defenders and civilians rushed to the streets, gathered, and shouted long live the king. The citizens rushed to crowd on both sides of the road.
Farmers, yeoman farmers, merchants, craftsmen, shopkeepers, free folk craftsmen, as well as sergeants and serfs who came to the city to buy things gathered.
"It's him! It's him! It's our Knight King and Queen!"
"He's here! Long live His Majesty Ryan! Long live Queen Surya!"
"Long live the king! Long live the king!"
Ryan and Sulia smiled and waved to the residents and soldiers of the town, and every move they made could cause people to cry and cheer.
Without any precautions or worries, the defenders immediately opened the city gate the moment they saw Ryan appear. Tears welled up in their eyes. Many freedmen and veterans who had participated in the Great Expedition had already shed tears.
Tears.
This is our king! This is our glorious king! The king who has created countless miracles and victories in Lyonnais, the Blackstone Stronghold, the Eight Peaks Mountain, the Empire and Kislev!
"Long live the king!" Thousands of civilians raised their arms and shouted. The fiery sound was louder than the wave. The deafening and hoarse sound flowed along the streets and came directly towards the Baron's Castle in the center of the town with the force of wind and waves.
There is no resistance, no hesitation, and no neutral person.
Baron Otero was stunned. He never imagined that his people, his army, and his town would fall directly in front of Ryan.
Now, his baron's castle has been surrounded by thousands of his own people. Now, Baron Otero finds himself alone and helpless. What's worse is that even the many veteran guards and the young knights' retinues in the castle can't see it.
The baron's eyes became strange.
Then there is only one answer! Baron Otero resolutely pulled off his cloak, threw the three-cornered hat with colorful kites on the ground, rushed in front of Ryan, knelt down on his knees, and stood at the door of the Baron's castle.
The grass slid out more than three meters long.
I will offer my loyalty to the king!
"Long live the king!" The baron's roar ignited the entire baron's castle. When his bodyguards and the young knights' retinue saw the baron's actions, they no longer hesitated and collectively knelt down and cheered.
"Long live the king! Long live the king!"
There was no fighting, no negotiation, not even a word from Ryan to persuade them to surrender.
The army defected, the civilians supported it, the nobles surrendered, and the castle was replaced with a tricolor flag and a heraldic banner with a sword and fleur-de-lis.
The king's army grew like a snowball.
"Is this... His Majesty's prestige? Miss." Sylvia looked at the scene in front of her. She saw the veterans put on their military uniforms, took out weapons from home, and voluntarily formed an organization. Freedmen
Generously taking out grain and gold coins from home, shopkeepers opened their warehouses to supply military supplies, and the yeoman farmers even mobilized their whole families to carry things on their backs, just to follow their Majesty the Knight King.
Sylvia felt so incredible that the head maid could only turn to Sulia for help.
"These people are either veterans who retired after the Great Crusade, or freedmen who had the opportunity to escape from serfdom thanks to Ryan's reforms." Sulia nodded slightly, the female knight's face was full of pride and pride, and she tried her best to make her
Don't look too complacent: "They all know who really cares about them and loves them. Everything they have now comes from Ryan."
This is Sulia's plan for Ryan, to fundamentally undermine the dominance of the old knights and nobles.
What kind of knight is a knight without a horse? What kind of aristocrat is a nobleman without the support of serfs?
However, many nobles are not aware of this at all. They always feel that they are born noble and destined to be superiors.
And this is exactly the advice Sulia gave, the key to how to completely crack the conservative nobles led by Duke Taubot!
Have you ever heard the voice of the people?
"Deng Deng Deng~"
"Urgent news! Urgent news, my lord, that... that dictatorial tyrant has passed through Lesafre!"
On the west side of the town of Les Saffre, there is the Count of Clement and the Castle of the Count of Clement.
The messenger hurriedly delivered the news to the old Count Clement.
"Waste!" Old Count Clement was still planning how to add bricks and tiles to his castle and import some elf carpets. A Marienburg businessman had already come to offer a guarantee, but this news actually came!
What does the king want to do?
Does he intend to violate the covenant when the country was founded?
Doesn't he know that my vassal's vassal is not my vassal?
The old Count Clement's hands were trembling wildly. The old Count was self-aware. He walked around the room twice, finally sat down, and then handed the letter to the attendant: "Go, call Baldwin."
"Sir Baldwin? Your son?" The attendant was very surprised: "But haven't you already issued an order prohibiting him from coming to the castle?"
"That was normal times!" Old Count Clementine roared: "Now, that dictatorial tyrant is coming to my territory, and the lady only knows what he will do to me and my family! Call Baldwin quickly.
,immediately!"
"Yes!" The attendant hurried out of the room, found a horse from the stable, and left.
Three hours later, Sir Baldwin held a knight's cross helmet in his hand and strode into the room fully armed. With a serious expression on his face, Baldwin respectfully walked in front of his father under the guidance of his attendants.
Bowed respectfully: "Father, are you looking for me?"
"You have to call me Your Excellency Earl here!" The old Earl Clement waved his hand in disgust and handed the letter to Baldwin: "Read it for yourself!"
Baldwin took the letter, and the knights of the kingdom were quickly shocked by the content: "What? Your Majesty is less than thirty kilometers away from here?"
"He came for us, Baldwin." Old Count Clement was sitting on a chair, his hand covered with gemstone rings gently stroking the precious amber-encrusted cane: "Do you understand what I mean? Baldwin,
He’s coming for us!”
"I don't understand. Maybe His Majesty just visits here and there." Baldwin took the letter and confirmed it again. The knight of the kingdom was still trying to explain to his father: "He often visits..."
"He is a tyrant! Baldwin! Tyrant!" The old count interrupted Baldwin rudely, his face angry: "Aside from making things worse, what else will he do? Look, look, he is now
Let those mud-legged people surround him, what do they call the Old Guard, and he gives those
The mean mud-legged knight was knighted, he let those wild dogs crawl into his master's dining room, and he let those disgusting circuit judges roam my property all day long! I know what he's going to do, he's going to dig it up
The foundation of our knightly aristocracy, he has betrayed the knightly covenant when the country was founded!"
Baldwin was silent, and the expression on the face of the knight of the kingdom was very tangled.
Seeing that his son seemed to be hesitating, the old earl continued: "My son, you must also know very well what price we will pay if we do not oppose him. Our Clement family has a glorious history of thousands of years. Are you willing to watch it?"
Would this chair be replaced with a clay leg? Are you willing to watch your relatives be driven out of the castle one day?"
"It's ours, all of this is ours. Don't we have the noble blood of the Holy Grail flowing in our blood? Isn't our family accumulation of thousands of years not as good as those mud-legged people's several years of fighting?" Father
Educate your son: "This is what we deserve. Now that tyrant wants to take it all away. I know you love him, but you have to understand, who are you?! You are a noble, a knight and a noble!"
"I am your son, a member of the Clement family, father." Baldwin hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded heavily: "I will...for the family."
He looked in great pain and it was a difficult decision.
"Very good, very good." A smile finally appeared on the old earl's face. He nodded happily, reached out and patted Baldwin on the shoulder: "Then I'll leave it to you. I will hand over the command of the army to you.
You, take them and tell the knight king that he and his queen are not welcome here in the Earl of Clement, and ask them to go back! If they don't leave, drive them away!"
"Yes!" Baldwin finally nodded. He held his helmet and strode out of the room.
The entire castle instantly entered a state of war, and all the troops were urgently assembled. Soldiers, knights, and many guards were gathered together. Even the veterans who had served were all temporarily summoned by Baldwin. The entire count spent a whole day
In one day, most of the standing army and all the knights and knights' retinue who could come were gathered.
Just like this, on the second day after Ryan entered the Earl of Clement, in the warm autumn sun and a golden wheat field, the King of Knights and the Queen of Knights held hands, it was like an outing.
The king and queen were followed by a group of Old Guards, then a large group of free people, as well as Baron Otero and his bodyguards. Compared with Ryan's leisurely stroll, these people were obviously very nervous.
It's too quiet.
"This is a bit unlike that Earl's style." Ryan took Sulia's little hand and said with a smile: "I thought they would come out to intercept me with great fanfare."
"Yes, I understand them." Sulia looked at the scenery in the distance, and the female knight had some caution on her face: "They will never sit idly by."
Sure enough, as soon as Sulia finished speaking, large groups of troops appeared on the hillside in the distance. Groups of sword and shield soldiers, spearmen, and archers lined up under the scoldings of the knights. The free people
The sergeants were dressed in breastplates, leather armor, and helmets and lined up in several rows. Then there were several groups of knight lords holding high the Clement family's heraldic flag, which was slowly fluttering in the autumn wind. More knights followed.
After opening the road, we entered the wilderness.
It is currently impossible to determine how many people there are on the other side, but judging from the number alone, there are at least two to three thousand people.
It was the army of the Count Clement family, and Sulia had already recognized the other party's identity from the family's heraldic banner.