Warhammer Throne

Chapter 990, Learning Foreign Languages

Old World, March 2515, Empire, Wolfenburg.

After the battle is over, the army needs rest, the city needs to be rebuilt, and the leaders need to discuss what to do next.

Although some people have doubts about how Motkin died, he was very confused as to why Chaos Eternal Chosen suddenly said a bunch of inexplicable words and committed suicide when he could open up a battle. , But the truth is there, Motkin died, the chaotic army collapsed, the army from the empire and the knightly brothers rescued the city, and also saved the Oster.

The city finally returned to calm, and the food supply was slightly restored. The refugees could finally walk out of the damp, narrow and strange dwarf refuge mines and come outside to breathe the fresh air. Most of the adult men were in the war After the death, most of the remaining women, children and children, people gathered together in twos and threes, the tent was not enough, many people casually found a ruin blanket wrapped in a good night's sleep.

Rare tranquility, the army is patrolling everywhere in the city.

Ryan instructed his men to collect all the money brought by Rus, divided it into dozens of space rings and stored it in person. It is rare to have a little leisure time: "Let’s go shopping in the city? Bertrand? Mogiana ?"

"Tomorrow is the day of the Holy Grail, Ryan, I am going to prepare." Mogiana shook her head. If only Ryan and her, the Lake God Witch could consider it, but Ryan was now followed by an entire company of old guards. , And Bertrand, Davu, Raymond, etc., this kind of wandering is still free.

"Oh! Tomorrow is the day of the Holy Grail, yeah." Ryan froze for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly. The Cavaliers thought that the recent series of wars really confuses himself as a fairy in the lake. He has forgotten the God-chosen champion, such an important holiday as the day of the Holy Grail.

"Forget it, let's go back first." Ryan shrugged and signaled everyone to go back first.

Back to the big account, everyone was not there. Aurora had been overloaded by summoning the Frost Elemental High Lord, and now she has to rest in bed. According to her, she has to stay in bed for at least two or three months. Let Veronica arrange for manned care.

The female speaker went to look for the young and talented girl as Ryan said, and Veronica knew she had to pick up the girders now.

Mogianna must also be busy with the day of the Holy Grail. Duke Lawn is still discussing some details with the Empire at this time. Emilia and Theresa are still not coming behind. Ryan thinks carefully that he is really There is nothing to do.

He now regrets that he didn’t bring Olika out. Apart from the military, no one is really uncomfortable to serve. Many things are inconvenient. Ryan is not interested in finding a few strong men to serve himself. Finally, what is the secret history of the jungle comrades? "Weird rumors like "Baibeishan" come out. You have to know that things like the old world can't be stopped forever, especially in places like Tyril.

The furnishings within the big tent are luxurious, and it is snowing outside. Ryan thought it was still snowing in March. The chaotic invasion of the old world, or at least the northern climate of the empire, seems to have a small impact. Simply shouted: "Come here! Boiling water, I want to bathe!"

"Yes!" The old guard outside the house immediately responded.

After taking a hot bath, Ryan put on a soft and comfortable bathrobe and leaned on the bed. The attendant put a small table for him so that he could lie in the bed to deal with various affairs, and then delivered A hot cup of coffee.

"What about Birchmond? And what are they doing with Bertrand?" Ryan felt his head hurt when he saw the thick stack of documents, and the king of cavalry stopped the attendant.

"The Duke of Birchmond is hanging out in the ruins outside." The attendant returned: "Marshal Bertrand and the old guards were called by His Majesty Mogianna to help prepare for the Holy Grail Festival tomorrow," His Majesty said. By the way, all Britons will receive gifts from ladies, including jam cookies, grilled meat and a glass of wine."

"Okay, I get it. You go down." Ryan signaled that the attendant could go down. The Knight King opened the papers and started working. There were countless things waiting for him to deal with.

While reading the documents, Ryan still wondered how the Duke of Birchmond would have time to hang out in the ruins?

The cavalier king inevitably complicates the problem.

It was in the ruins of Wolfenburg, inside a huge tent that had just been set up.

The Duke of Perchmond brought a group of knights and servants from Bastogne to open the tent curtain and entered the large account. The Red Dragon Duke hung the sword of Brittany, the sword in stone, around his waist. Wearing a red dragon cloak, wearing a gorgeous red and yellow iris robe and reworked and fortified Dwarven Seiko master-level Granny rune full-body plate armor, wearing a golden dragon-head cross helmet, the strength is close to the demigod The old Duke is not arrogant, and his equipment is more expensive than the standard manor of ten large nobles combined.

After the war, the old Duke decided to go around when he had nothing to do. He also knew that his level of internal affairs was really terrible, so he simply threw everything to Lauen and they did it. He called the entourage to look around.

Several of the news caught the attention of the Duke of Birchmond.

The first is that after the refuge was gradually lifted, many refugees began to take to the streets. While lining up beside the relief porridge to prepare relief food, they were setting up stalls and selling some of their property.

The old duke found a lot of things, from dreams to various handicrafts and books, to vodka, and everything. Birchmond even saw a few wooden statues and iron statues of former Tsar Boris, as well as the bear **** Eir Sun's icon and a small hammer symbolizing Thor, Thor.

There are even some relics from Oster.

Out of interest, the Duke of Birchmond looked over here, and over there, bought a lot of small things. The attendant in the back packed a large bag on his back, and then the old Duke noticed that some people were selling Books, those books that were carefully framed from the printing plant of Eisen Church in Kislov in the last era were sold at very cheap prices. A few silver coins, even a handful of copper coins, were sold casually, except for Kisler. In addition to husband refugees, the same is true of Oster refugees.

The old sigh sighed, and he could do nothing about it.

The second thing is now this one.

The presence of Birchmond surprised the people inside. Obviously no one expected that the Duke of the Red Dragon would actually appear here. What Hecks, the Earl of Devon was commanding inside, saw Birchmond coming out of him. Suddenly his face was pale, and quickly came up: "My prince, how are you..."

"What are you doing?" The Duke of Birchmond noticed that the big account was full of women! And most of them are young and beautiful beauties! There were Osters, Nords, and Mrs. Kessler. The old Duke immediately thought of something, and he said angrily, "Hex!"

"Duke!" Hecks was embarrassed. He quickly pulled Birchmond to the side: "This is just a business!"

"What kind of business?!" Birchmond slapped on the head of Hux, and the old Duke said angrily: "You are a good man! Hex! Do you know what you are doing? Do you forget? Has the teaching of the lady?!"

"They voluntarily! My Excellency the Duke!" Hecks was very wronged, and the Earl of Devon whispered: "Duke, do you know that 65% of the adult males of the Oster have already died in this? The invasion, how many women and children are left? Today, the Vajmir Elector is still supplying food, but tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Everyone knows that Brittania is rich, the soldiers are rich, and many people are willing to ... find a way out for your future. Do you know how much happened in the ruins of these people? Even His Majesty Lane opened his eyes and closed his eyes!"

"Then you can't..." The Duke of Bermondmond was still unhappy: "You can't be a middleman!"

"I said, this is voluntary! I just help!" Hecks saw the old Duke's attitude was a little loose, and quickly hit the iron while he was hot: "You know, there are people in the ruins to do this kind of thing, five silver coins at a time. , Those two peddlers can take three, and in the end all these poor women can get is a silver coin and a copper coin, so ah, I want to do this by ourselves, the buyer spends less money , Sellers make more money, and there is no middleman to make the difference, which only opened for more than half a day, the transaction volume is far ahead!"

Perchmond learned from Hex that there are two types of such transactions. The first one is a *required voucher. In general, Hecks is to check if there is any illness, and issue a document to finish it. The second kind is permanent*, which is actually equivalent to buying out. Many girls and girls and women have lost their families. Some of them need a sum of money for sale, and some don’t even need too much, but they require the signing of a formal master-servant contract. , The kind of church just.

The formal master-servant contract is very strict, which stipulates that the two sides are the service relationship between the service and the service. The most strict kind of master killed the servant, but he has to pay his life! The vast majority of women in the big account want to sign such a high-level master-servant contract. Among them, some women proposed that if they are the old guards and the Holy Grail knights, they can sign the contract without money.

By the way, the requirements of this product are quite strict, only accepting beauties, generally between 14-28 years old.

"Uh." Berchmund confirmed. The women present said that it was voluntary. There were free food and a blanket in the big tent. The old prince was a little embarrassed, and he asked towards Hux again. : "But such a big tent is here, you are not afraid..."

"Learn foreign languages." Hux smiled treacherously: "Bretons come from afar, the accent is very different, in order to promote communication and work together to fight the enemy, always exchange accents and learn some local Slang?"

"Oh, learn a foreign language." The old duke moved his mind, and then Birchmond asked: "What price?"

"It's cheap!" Hex pointed to a row of beauties there, with brown hair and black eyes, and blondes, mostly aged between fifteen or sixteen to early twenties: "The best is mostly five. From ten kronor to one hundred kronor, hand in the money and sign the master-servant contract in one hand. The lake **** prophets or the merciful priest Sharia are willing to be notarized and bought back to be a maid! Lord Duke?"

"Hey, yeah, this foreign language is to be learned well!" After Bermondmund repeatedly confirmed that this was your favorite business, she finally smiled: "I also want to learn a foreign language, learn another one!"

"Yeah yeah, you have to learn this foreign language~" Hux nodded with a smile.

The Duke of Bastogne and the Earl of Devon looked at each other and smiled, but when they saw that the old Duke really wanted to "learn foreign languages", the women in the tent scrambled around to promote themselves, and they didn't even need a penny. , And also wanted to be the private property of the Duke of Birchmond, the old Duke signaled them to stand in a row, he had to pick it up, and at the same time signaled his subordinates to take out several bags of gold kroner, to ensure that the money would not be less for them. The very important one is justice.

At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted again, a group of Rick guards rushed in, the knights' servants under the Duke of Birchmond immediately shook their swords, and the Rick guards were also aggressive.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"This is a camp in Brittany! What are you doing, Empire?"

Rick Guard Heilberg walked in from the outside. The handsome man had a serious expression. The hilt of the rune tooth "hater" in his waist shone. He first looked at Hux and Birchmond seriously, then again. Sighing with majesty, she looked at the women who panicked and hid in the corner of the tent.

"This foreign language is to be learned well, Your Excellency Hecks, I also want to learn a foreign language!"

The momentum in the tent suddenly relaxed, and everyone laughed.

"Learn! You can learn! Marshal Heilberg, which one do you want to learn? Or take it back and learn by yourself?"

"No, just arrange a class for me."

"Arrange, arrange now."

…………I am the dividing line for learning foreign languages…………

The group of Birchmond and Heilberg went to learn a foreign language, and our cavalier, Lion, was still lying in bed and correcting documents.

During the revision, Ryan soon saw the official letter from Emperor Karl-Franz. The tone of the letter was tough, first of all, congratulations on the brilliant victory in Wolfenburg, and then the killing (persecution of suicide) forever God chose black iron Motkin to congratulate, but immediately after the remarks, the emperor asked the army in Wolfenburg to enter as soon as possible after a short rest, do not stay too much, try to end the battle before spring cultivation begins, If you cannot destroy all the chaotic armies, then at least you must drive the chaotic armies out of the empire.

The wording of this official letter is quite tough and somewhat arrogant. Ryan frowned after reading it. The Knight King was quite unhappy. We were fighting in the front. Are you responsible for urging the promotion force behind?

However, after the official letter, it was quickly Emperor Karl Franz’s personal letter to King Lane. The emperor said in the letter that the wording in the official letter was tough and urged to promote the soldiers. It is hoped that Lane can understand, even if the King is planning and scheduling behind. The resources have brought everything to the limit, and the empire’s finances have begun to be stretched and overpowered. The emperor expressed the hope that Ryan will end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise the pressure on the rear will be increasing. If he does not catch up with spring farming, then the north of the empire will be especially Oss. The leader and Ostermark will be seriously injured.

At the same time, the emperor also hopes that Ryan can at least let Emilia also assume the position of a joint coach, completely vain as a decoration, so that at least he can explain to the Empire and the old world human kingdom, and the dwarves and high elves. In the past, otherwise Motkin's invasion of the empire seemed too useless.

Until now ~www.ltnovel.com~ The oldest memory of all people in the old world is the epic victory of the Battle of the Three Kings.

Who directs? Commanded by Britannia's greatest Knight King Ryan Macado after Arthur.

Ryan couldn't help but smile all the time after reading it. The bitterness was Ka Huang's bitterness. He couldn't raise a bit of discomfort and complaint at the moment. He couldn't even hold the coffee.

At this time, a golden light suddenly illuminated inside the tent, and a beautiful figure emerged from the white light and dense fog.

"I'm coming! Lion!"

"My dear, I'm here. I'm here to see you and the knights. Catch me!"

As soon as his hands were stretched out, Ryan's face was squeezed by something, and our knight king was breathless.

"Um~"

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