Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2250 The King of the King (1)

"The Master of Aslan, the head of Manchester, Lord Hilnante, asked for it." In the early morning, Arthur was awakened by the voice of the village chief: "After cleaning, follow the carriage to the Hill of Nantes?"

"Of course." Arthur climbed up from the bed and felt the muscles in his body sore. The time should be more than six in the morning, although the clock is not visible in this place, but Arthur's biological clock has always been accurate. He didn't really like to entertain the nobles. Even in Arthur's original era, Arthur, the Cavalier King, didn't like the nobility. But now, in order to achieve his purpose, the nobility of the nobles has become a compulsory profession of King Arthur, and it is also ironic.

No matter what. Arthur has a feeling that things will soon end. There are actually only two things he has to do. One is to assassinate Henry VI, the young king of England today, and the other is to manipulate everything behind him, and to take control of Henry VI as the king of Warwick. Bims killed. After the removal of these two key figures, the United Kingdom will be in chaos, and the "100-year war" that has been played by Britain and France for hundreds of years will come to an end. Jude will also liberate from her historical mission.

In theory, this is the case. Actually?

An hour later, Arthur and Bedieville came down from the carriage, and the grande castle in front of them was the Hill of Nantes. The Duke of Manchester Hillnant, as the lord of one side, is of course very luxuriously furnished. This luxury is certainly not the luxury of the form of gold in the fortress. He seems to have rehabilitated the castle every year, re-hardening the hard rock walls outside the fort, and making Hillnant Fortress a **** – at least it seems. The knights patrolling inside and outside the castle at first glance said that there were two or thirty teams. The lineup was only a huge defense. It was previously seen in France and in Penzance. The buntings hanging around the castle are floating in the wind, and the flags of the Duke of Hillnant are printed (or embroidered) on the bunting of the purple-blue and gold-rimmed flags. Here, the grand arranging of the outside world is the power to advertise the lord.

Arthur couldn't help but feel funny when he looked at the show, but he didn't show everything. It is very unwise to ridicule the local lords in this situation.

"Please, here, Master Aslan." To meet a person dressed like a manager, not the knight in Arthur's imagination. However, this level of reception is also appropriate, or according to the culture of the world, it is more correct to send management to contact with Arthur.

The Cavaliers did not say much, just nodded and followed.

"Amount, your wolf dog may have to stay in the waiting room, can't let him enter the living room." The management took a look at Bediville. The big white wolf looks majestic and fierce, and a person with common sense will indeed be more wary of him.

"Of course." Arthur said, by the way, the sabre and the belt with the flying knife were also taken down, letting Bediville go back: "Is this all right?"

"A very wise decision, Master Aslan." The steward had originally planned to tell Arthur about it, and let the blond teenager remove the weapon before seeing the Duke. It is certainly better for Arthur to take the initiative to do so.

"Then, please wait a moment here, the Duke will come right away." He led Arthur and Bedieville into the castle, bypassed the two-story ladder and a corridor, and soon arrived with Arthur and Bedieville. The so-called waiting room, then they left Arthur, they turned and went out.

"Oh." The Cavaliers saw some raisins on the table in the waiting room and black tea with steaming steam. It seemed to be prepared for him. He was also polite, and he took a few raisins. He was woken up early in the morning and had not had time to eat breakfast. I can't let the Duke of Hillnant see him like a hungry ghost.

"Beddy, do you want to eat?" He took some raisins and put them in front of the white wolf: "This is sweet."

"Wang." Biddiville was a little bit uninterested, but opened his mouth and let Arthur put the raisins on his tongue. There is no poison in the raisins. If it is poisonous, Bediville can distinguish it when he smells the raisins. The white wolf was so lazy to chew the raisins that Arthur was relieved.

He took another sip of tea and wondered how long it would take to see the Duke. It’s only about seven in the morning. The British aristocrats are lazy, generally impossible to get up so early, maybe the Duke is still busy cleaning up, hurriedly put on clothes to meet Arthur? Maybe he hasn't gotten up from the bed yet? Of course, this is not a rude performance. Arthur was summoned as a guest to the castle of the Duke of Hillnant. It was arranged by the people. The Duke himself did not even know much, and there was no specific time to arrange a meeting. It was normal for Arthur to wait here for two or three hours before he came to meet Arthur. The aristocrats were too much.

This thought of Arthur took some raisins to fill the hunger, at least not letting himself be hungry. This may turn into a long wait, not how to eat first.

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He looked at him again. The interior and exterior of the castle are completely different. Outside is a solid rock wall to consolidate the defense, which has been used in a special clay or plaster to make the stone wall smooth and beautiful. In this way, the interior of the building can be protected from cold and heat, and a layer of anti-insect and anti-mite paint can be painted on the surface of the plaster with white wall paint. This level of civilization is a very high-grade decoration in this era. From this decoration, the Duke of Hillnant is at least a person who knows how to live.

what. so boring. How long will it take? Arthur began to look into the distant view of the window. From this lounge, you can see the flags waving across the wall, and occasionally hear the footsteps of the Cavaliers when they patrol. People who live in the castle are surrounded by such footsteps all day long, and I am afraid they will have a different sense of security. If the knights wear pure metal leg armor, the footsteps should be powerful, the sound of the collision between metal and rocky ground. But in fact, the pace of the knights is much more stable. The leg should be padded with several layers of non-slip wear-resistant leather to reduce the impact of metal and ground impact. Despite this, the armor worn by the knights of their time is not ~~~ often ~~~ heavy, and once they know it is made of stainless steel, there is no considerable physical strength, wearing that kind of thing is even going Can't walk. Although the armor of this era is measured by the standards of Arthur's era, I feel that the armor of this era is cumbersome and stupid, completely a collection of iron blocks, lacking any technological ingredients. But in fact, the plate armor of this era can be built to such a level, it is already very good. And then think about it, the Duke of Hillnant's men have such a large group (at least a hundred people) full of heavy armored knights, in this era, it can be regarded as a fairly intimidating military force.

It is understandable that the lord’s private army is used to defend the territory. But what if he used this army to start a soldier...?

"Long wait." The governor pushed in and interrupted Arthur's thoughts: "The Duke is ready. If you are a good person, please come over."

"Of course." Waiting for about half an hour, not too long is not too short. Arthur thought in his heart, and at the same time put down the teacup and climbed up from his seat: "Beddy, waiting here."

"Wang!" The great white wolf shook his tail in a dazzling manner, and he was so angry that Arthur wanted to kick him.

It’s the most anxious for Arthur to go slow and slow. Fortunately, the reception room and the lounge are not far apart. After walking through a corridor, Arthur saw two fully armed knights waiting in front of a room. He knew that behind the door was the reception room at Hillnant Fort.

"Then, please pay attention to your words and deeds in front of the Duke." The only thing that was sent to the door was to stop, indicating that Arthur entered the reception room by himself.

Arthur nodded a little and pushed the door in.

There, a burly middle-aged man was facing Arthur and looking up at the blue sky outside the window. A blue smoke rose on the side of his body, and the surrounding air was still scented with the smell of tobacco being burned. It is estimated that he was smoking with a pipe.

Arthur had wanted to keep the door open, and it was convenient for air circulation to dissipate the smell of smoke. However, he thought that the next conversation might involve content that was inconvenient for outsiders, and he endured this smoke. Bring the door behind you.

"You finally came." After Arthur closed the door, the Duke of Hillnant turned and looked at Arthur. When he did this, Arthur also glanced at him, and he was shocked to see that the Duke was very similar to the Grand Duke of Palinlool. Of course, this kind of thing has happened several times, and Arthur began to disapprove. It is.

"So, young people." Duke Hillnant said straight away: "I can think that your meeting with me this time is to find more supporters, so that you can regain the throne in the future?"

"What?" Arthur said: "Duke, what the **** is going on."

"There is no need to be stupid in front of me, Mr. Yaslan." The Duke exhaled a smoke circle. "There are only two of us here. My cronies are outside the door. Don't worry about the wall." If you have any idea, you can say no. ""

"No, I really don't have ------"

"I don't know if you noticed," the Duke interrupted Arthur's words: "In the beginning, when you took the recommendation letter from the old guy of Penzance to London, I was already paying attention to you. I invited you to come over this time. The territory, looking for the source of the plague, on the surface is the commission of others, in fact, I secretly arranged."

"Sure enough, you." Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked at the veteran middle-aged man.