The Sun King's Evidence

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On the Moros Plain, the Knights of Poseidon have landed here, and Duke Boderick of Bordero is leading five hundred Knights of Poseidon and an army of five hundred serfs to camp here.

Normally, the army of the Principality of Bordero is much more than this, but this is fighting in a foreign country after all. Although the nobles of Estalia are generally weak, if they really send a huge army without taking it seriously, Estalia will still have objections to the entry of troops.

In Ryan's tent, the Earl himself had just left, and the remaining ones were the dark elves and the witches of Gloria. Veronica was sitting in front of the mirror dressing up. She carefully put on light makeup, lipstick, and jewelry, and the darkness The elf was already dressed. She was sitting on a simple camp bed, playing with the dagger in her hand, wondering what she was thinking.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Olica, you rarely go out on adventures with Ryan, right?" Veronica said to the mirror, through which she looked at the dark elf on the camp bed.

"I don't like to come out. If the owner hadn't been very determined this time, I wouldn't have come out." The dark elf is still hostile to Veronica, or Orika is facing everyone in Ryan's backyard. With a hint of hostility, Orika turned the butterfly dagger in her hand and said in an indescribably weird tone: "The master's will belongs to the master, and your thoughts are not important."

"Then your thoughts are important?" Veronica retorted: "Since you obey the master's will, why do you care about my thoughts?"

"Because the master said, I need to listen to your opinions on some issues." The dark elf said with some entanglement: "But I hate taking orders from the weak, so I suggest you not to order me, witch, otherwise I won't either Know that I will obey the master or let you taste the pain."

"Let me have a taste of the pain? Ms. Olika, are you confident in defeating me?" Sure enough, Veronica was dissatisfied with Olika's high posture. She turned her head and said with a touch of anger in her tone: "Or Can we find a chance?"

"I promised Master that I won't fight you." The dark elf shook his head: "I can only tell you that even if I don't use magic power, I only need a few moves to defeat you, and you won't have time to cast a spell."

"What if we use magic power?" Veronica agrees with this. In addition to casting spells, dark elves are obviously good at using various daggers and hidden weapons. If they are unprepared, it is the most difficult for a spell caster to deal with this kind of thing. People, but Orika is obviously a very powerful spell caster herself, so this is difficult to deal with.

Unlike humans, elves are a race that can cast spells and fight at the same time. This is a racial talent that cannot be envied.

"A normal magic showdown wouldn't be too difficult, but it's a pity that my magic power can only come from my master." Olica shook her head, and the dark elf put her beautiful white silk feet into little boots and stood up: "But in I can defeat you three times before I run out of magic power."

"You have always been secretive. After staying with Ryan for seven years, we all regarded you as a simple maid." Veronica knew that Ryan did not want a fire in her backyard, and the Witch of Gloria also felt that the relationship between the two There was no point in fighting. She looked at the dark elf and thought thoughtfully: "Is this your disguise? Or does Ryan want you to become like this?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Since the master doesn't want a conflict between us, then I won't take the initiative to do anything to you." The dark elf suddenly sighed: "You can understand that after more than two hundred years of emptiness and boredom, I will not take the initiative to do anything to you." Have you finally found the direction of your life?"

"You want me, a human, to understand what you elves think?" Veronica complained unceremoniously. She hung a pair of diamond earrings on her ears: "Are you too pushy?"

"Humans always envy the longevity of elves." Orica whispered: "But what they don't know is that the elves are a cursed race. From the time Asuryan created us, the Phoenix Lord decided not to allow the elves to gain eternal life. Therefore, although elves are very long-lived, they will still gradually age and die. Elves that are powerful enough can avoid this rule and live longer, and Asuryan will curse them. Although these strong people who are over a thousand years old have long lifespans, even if they If you don't die in battle or die of illness, you will gradually lose the 'feeling of living', and eventually lose interest in everything and commit suicide."

"Human gods always try their best to protect their people, but the elves' gods are so harsh?" Veronica said strangely, and the witch's interest was aroused: "Can you say more?"

"In order to maintain the feeling of being alive, Asur, the high elves you call them, choose to immerse themselves in various aesthetics, art and enjoyment. Druzi, us dark elves, choose to indulge their desires and let killing and physiological The passion in the world maintains their feelings. As for Eislay, our cousins ​​choose to integrate with nature and use the power of the oak trees and forest spirits of the times to live longer and stay active." Orica said a little coldly: " Elves are afraid of death, and even more afraid of losing the feeling of being alive."

"What about you?" Veronica asked next.

"The master expelled Asuryan's curse for me." The dark elf's amber eyes revealed a hint of emotion: "His psychic wall not only helped me isolate Slaanesh's gaze, but also helped me expel Asuryan. The curse is a curse that all elves, including the Witch King himself, are trying their best to get rid of, but no one has ever succeeded, but the master actually did it."

"No wonder, no wonder you are so devoted to Ryan." Veronica finally understood.

The surrender of the dark elves is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface. Orika will eventually surrender and become Ryan's maid loyally just because it is Ryan himself. He is too special. If it were another human being, no matter how powerful he is, it would be impossible. It is impossible to win the heart of the dark elf in front of you!

"Ms. Orika." Veronica put down her makeup box and suddenly smiled.

"Um?"

"I like Ryan, and you also like Ryan. In general, shouldn't we be on the same side?" Veronica said with a smile.

"...Theoretically, it is true." Olica hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed.

"That's fine."

…………I am the dividing line between private conversations…………

There was not much movement in Ryan's small tent, and no one noticed the movement here. At this time, many Poseidon knights and nobles were meeting in the big tent.

Holy Grail Knight Fedmund was late because he went out to survey the terrain. He quickly walked into the tent and saw that the tent was already filled with Poseidon knights, and the highest-ranking Duke Bodrick and Glamorgan Earl Lane sat on opposite sides, with Bodrick sitting on the right and Lane sitting on the left, indicating his noble status second only to Duke Bodrick.

Seeing Fedmund come in, Sir Wolf, the deputy leader of the Knights of Poseidon, and the magic advisor of Duke Bodrick took the initiative to make way for a position. Fedmund knew that this was his position, and he was ranked first among everyone in the big tent. The fourth pick, higher than all Cavaliers but lower than Bo Derek, Ryan and Sir Wolf.

"Feedmund, my son, you did a very good job in this matter." The heavily armed Duke Bordeaux looked at his son sitting down with a joyful expression. This is rare for Bo Derek: "Not only did you successfully avoid enmity with the local nobles, you also opened up new trade routes for us. You did a great job."

The Holy Grail Knight felt quite strange when he heard his father's praise. He quickly lowered his head and said: "This is all Mr. Ryan's diplomatic strength, not mine. Father, I will not steal the credit of others."

"But you did what he said. This is great progress." Duke Bodrick stroked his goatee and nodded with satisfaction: "Now you understand that as a Grail Knight to protect the land of the goddess and as a qualified Is there any difference between the territories ruled by lords?"

"It's...father." Fedmund lowered his head reluctantly.

The father and son had had many conflicts in domestic affairs. Fedmund once felt that many of Bodrick's policy measures and methods of handling problems were not chivalrous enough. No wonder he had never become a Knight of the Holy Grail. But when he really saw After how Ryan dealt with the problem, Fedmund had to reluctantly admit that there was a way to balance the two, but he was not good enough.

"Your Excellency Ryan, you became a Knight of the Holy Grail nine years ago, at the age of twenty-four. Lord Kalad, you just became a Knight of the Holy Grail at the age of thirty-eight. Fedmund, my son, you only became a Knight of the Holy Grail at the age of fifty-three. You should always ask these seniors for advice, and don't know how to manage your own territory as a duke just because you have the approval of the lady. You still have a lot to learn." Bo Derek said solemnly.

"Feedmund learns very quickly." Ryan smiled and nodded: "There is always a process. Protecting the land given to us by the lady is the best piety to her. Fedmond is your heir. He will one day inherit your title, so he cannot protect the Lady's Holy Land like other Holy Grail Knights."

"Your Excellency Fedmund is extremely talented. My Duke, he is just not used to it. With an excellent mentor like Ryan here, it doesn't take much time." Sir Howl, the deputy leader of the Poseidon Knights, quickly added: " Just two weeks makes a big difference.”

"Yes, that's why I asked you to take him. The future belongs to you young people." Duke Bodrick also stopped talking. Seeing that the effect was achieved, he stopped talking about Fedmund. It was a signal to the attendant to take out the map.

This is about to convene a military meeting. All the knights sit upright and listen carefully.

We were going to ambush the rogue knights on the plains of Moros, so I chose this place. Duke Bodrick pointed his finger at a very good flat land in the Moros Plain: "The rogue knights are scheduled to deliver goods here, so we ambush them here."

"But my Duke, if this is the case, shouldn't we let those rogue knights occupy a very good advantageous terrain? We have to rush out of the woods, and the rogue knights are on the plains and can easily do so as long as they form a line. Charge towards us." A Poseidon knight raised objections. He believed that giving up the terrain advantage in this way was really not a good idea.

"No, we need this." Duke Bodrick had already made up his mind. He pointed at the plain and said: "Everyone, you know why the rogue knights negotiated with the mercenary group of Estalia to hand over Is the delivery location set here?"

"Because it is convenient and open." Fedmund took over. He looked at the terrain carefully and his eyes lit up: "Because it is convenient for large-scale cavalry operations. If anything unexpected happens, the rogue knights can retreat smoothly. .”

"That's right." Ryan also nodded, and he observed the terrain: "If the rogue knights want to escape at any cost, then we will simply not be able to annihilate them all and recapture the Poseidon Trident, so we must create an illusion. Let this group of rogue knights have the illusion that this wave is very stable, they encountered only a small troop of knights who are searching for the whereabouts of the Poseidon Trident, and they should take the initiative to attack."

"That's right. In this case, and with the help of the Magritte Pioneer Group, we can have a chance to wipe out this group of rogue knights and get back my family heirloom." Duke Bodrick nodded: "Fei Demond and Wolf, you first lead thirty Poseidon Knights to lure the enemy, and when the enemy starts to charge, Ryan and I will lead all the troops to follow immediately."

"Yes!" The military discussion ended.

The next day, early morning, Moros Plains.

A group of about a hundred rogue knights and more than three hundred knight attendants were fully armed, riding war horses, and slowly drove into the plain in the early morning mist. The land in this place was flat, and there was a very unusual place. There was a shallow creek and sparse forest nearby. Although the sight was not very good due to the early morning fog, Guillaume du Chastillon, the leader of the rogue knights, still felt complacent.

It took several months of hard work and now it is finally coming to fruition.

Gillam is a Brittanian, and was once a knight of the Kingdom of Britannia. He once had a proud past. Unfortunately, he committed crimes because of his evil deeds, robbing caravans, and molesting women everywhere. After the incident, Gillam was deprived of his knighthood and exiled on the order of Morgiana, the witch of the Lake God.

Every year in Britannia, some knights are punished by Morgiana for gross negligence and misbehavior. As the religious leader of the knight kingdom, the Lake God Witch often supervises the behavior of the knights. The most serious punishment is being punished by Morgiana. Jaina turns into a frog and has to eat bugs for the rest of her life. Only by being kissed by an underage girl can she have a small chance of breaking Morgiana's curse.

Morgiana originally hoped that Guillam would be able to redeem himself and regain his glory in the process of exile. However, Guillam chose to betray after receiving a secret offer from the Estalia Merchant Alliance. He spent all his savings. A group of rogue knights were gathered together, and it took more than two months to open the tomb of the Duke of Bordeaux's family and take out the Poseidon Trident.

The Estalia Merchant Alliance offered a price of 10,000 Exelands (equivalent to 4,000 gold crowns).

Once he had the money, Guillam planned to form a new order of knights in Magritte, operating as mercenaries who were willing to sell his sword to anyone until enough wealth was accumulated and a title of nobility was achieved.

The future is still bright, but he will no longer live in Britannia. Gillam thought with disdain how the guidance of the Lake Fairy could be more important than his personal enjoyment. In Estalia, he You can do whatever you want, can others control it?

Ah, he felt like missing women again. He thought of the farmer's family he broke into last night, the farmer's unblinking eyes and the way his daughter stabbed his stomach with a lance after Gillam lifted his pants.

Today is the time for delivery. Guillam du Chastillon nodded in his mind. Not far away, the leader of the Magritte Pioneer Regiment had led a group of more than a thousand people equipped with a large number of firearms. The Corps is waiting.

The leader of the mercenary group is called Rodrigo. He has a bald head and two stubbles. When the rogue knights appeared, he signaled the mercenaries to get ready for battle, and then said rather arrogantly: "Where are the things? "

Gillam frowned, and the leader of the rogue knights raised his hand towards his knights.

Two rogue knights carried a rectangular wooden box, pulled back the linen cloth, and opened the box.

The Poseidon Trident, the heirloom of the Duke Bordeaux's family, lay quietly inside the box.

"Well, yes, it's the Poseidon Trident." Rodrigo, the leader of the Magritte Pioneer Regiment, nodded: "Then we will accept it."

"Wait! Where's the promised commission?!" Gillam instinctively warned, feeling something was wrong.

"The commission is here." Rodrigo motioned to his men to open three large boxes filled with gold coins.

"Okay, let's get started..."

"An enemy appears!" As soon as he finished speaking, a rogue knight noticed something was wrong. He shouted: "Captain! There is an enemy! It's the Knight of Poseidon!"

"How many enemies are there?"

"About thirty rides!"

"Okay! Let us defeat this group of Poseidon Knights first!"

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