Proof of the Sun King

"I saw fire.

Spread from underfoot.

I hear thunder.

clucking on the road.

Don't call me a liar.

because I saw fire.

About to devour everything. "

——Greg Matak, the new chief wizard of the imperial royal family and the supreme director of the Amber Academy.

Greg Matak lay in the stables of the Imperial Royal Zoo, sleeping soundly.

As the chief wizard of the imperial royal family, Matak can of course live in the next best room in the imperial palace or let the imperial royal hotel open the king suite, as long as he wants, even when the food reserves in Brunswick are stretched, he can Hundreds of barrels of delicacies can still be brought out from the warehouse, including Ivey Collar's finely ground wheat flour, Midden Collar's fine snowflake beef, Brittany's top-grade wine, Halfling's delicious desserts, and Rick Collar's. A variety of high-end luxury grilled sausages.

Yes, as one of the Iron Triangle with the highest status in the imperial court (as well as the Emperor and Marshal Rick), Matak deserves to enjoy so much, and whether it was the highest dean of the Flame Academy, Senus Gehrman or the Great Alchemist. The division Geert did this - the former blew up an unknown amount of imperial property, and at the same time continued to organize expeditions to go to Obiang to die, the latter also mobilized a lot of resources, and the emperor even appointed him as the leader of Sol. Governor, a wizard actually holds the military and political power of a former province at the same time, which is unimaginable.

Matak didn't do that.

Because he knew very well that the unmatched German was happening to him. He didn't have the senior qualifications and brilliant record of being a magic consultant for decades like Senus Gehrman, and he was even less likely to be like Guy Gellman. Just like Erte, the ultimate alchemy conquered all the great wizards of the empire with one hand, and military magic with both hands.

Matak has neither excellent qualifications nor the strength to stand out from the crowd, and he was appointed without even going through the duel of the great wizards in the "Night of Thousand Laws", which put him in a very disadvantageous position.

Of course there is another reason, that is, in the luxurious suite, it is difficult for him to fall asleep, Matak prefers the smell of manure, the sting of fleas and the sting of hay at home, he even let a half-breed The elf warhorse first urinated and then pooped some **** beside the haystack, before sniffing contentedly and sleeping on the haystack.

But what appeared in Matak's dream was a nightmarish vision.

In a huge kingdom of decay and decay, a titan is lying on his back on the withered ground. His leather armor rots and emits a pungent stench. The vines are entwined. His whole body is covered with dark green moss, with a large number of flies floating on it. His strong body is covered with scorching black warts. His torso is tightly bound to the black suffocating vines. Hungry snakes twisted and contracted.

Mattak vaguely knew who the titan was, but he was speechless.

A beautiful woman is looking after the Titans, an otherworldly pure goddess. His innocent countenance alone heals the soul, his tender touch heals the worst wounds, he is laboriously trying to heal the titan's wounds, he weeps, and his tears could drive away the most vicious and terrifying plagues of the world.

At this moment, He was powerless, and Matak could feel that His power seemed to be weakening, much like a situation where he was recovering from a serious injury and suffering from a serious illness.

"Tal, father, stand up, stand up."

"Tal, my love, don't give up, be strong."

The goddess called in vain, and only those eyes that became more and more cloudy and moved unconsciously in the absence of Tarr also proved that the human **** king did not fall.

“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！”马塔克从梦中醒来，帝国皇家首席大巫师感觉自己就像被扼住了命运的咽喉， Barely breathing, he yelled with all his might, finally feeling better after alarming the guards at the Royal Zoo.

Mattak decides to immediately go to the self-appointed Regent of the Empire, Marshal Rik Heilberg, and tell him all about it.

Almost at the same time, Marshal Rick Heilberg woke up with a burst of heart palpitations. He found himself lying on the table, his saliva wet the delicate parchment scroll. That terrible scene was always in Heilberg's mind. Do not go.

Huff Winden was defeated, Karl Franz fell, the emperor fell from the sky on the claw of death, and landed in the army of Chaos Warriors.

This nightmare Heilberg had repeated a dozen times in his mind, and each time it pierced his heart.

The old coach was subconsciously angry, and he almost slapped everything on the table.

But he forcibly restrained himself again. He took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled it with a few sips of stout, then got up and opened the window.

The imperial capital, Charlemagne's throne, Brunswick, the first city of the old world has made Heilberg proud and addicted countless times.

But now the city is dying of disease.

The roads are covered with black dead moss, and the vines with disease are constantly climbing up the buildings. Heilberg hired more than 30,000 temporary cleaners to clean up day and night, but they could not stop its spread. Now half of the city is covered with Moss and vines were covered, and even the glazed windows of the Imperial Palace began to show traces of moss.

The Rick and Wessen rivers that pass through the city are blocked by silt. The river surface is either yellow-green stains, foam or a lot of moss silt, blocking the river surface. Heilberg let the Brunswick Dock Gang exhausted everything. Efforts could not dredge the river.

A plague called malaria spreads rapidly in the city, and about 100,000 people have been infected. Except for a box or two of wood elf medicines imported from Oliver in Brittany deep in the palace, there is no special medicine.

Deep grief enveloped Heilberg's heart, but the old coach did not dare to slack off.

His master, Karl Franz's empire is falling apart. Thirty years after he ascended the throne, Emperor Karl Franz barely united the empire through a series of civil and martial arts, political maneuvers, military deterrence, and exchange of interests. With the death of the emperor and a series of electors has fallen apart.

Heilberg was unable to respond to the request of Acting Archbishop Esme III for the "Reference Opinion on the Expulsion of Luther-Huss and Votten", and Heilberg couldn't respond to the requests that the cabinet bureaucrats of the entire empire sent him like snowflakes every day and asked him to deal with it. Heilberg was unable to deal with the collapsed economy of the entire empire and the dissatisfaction with the indiscriminate issuance of military tickets. The old coach had no experience in dealing with these things.

If Heilberg was honest enough, it wasn't until the past few days that he really understood the splendid achievements and extraordinary personal abilities of Emperor Karl Franz.

Electors, court ministers, wizards, engineers and generals came endlessly, making new demands of him every hour, either vital or trivial. Temporarily, his intimidation won the obedience of the three electors and ensured he was in control of the city's defense works.

only temporarily.

Heilberg knew very well that Emmanuel's mother and son were fighting for the throne. Geisel really wanted to control the military and he did have a wealth to buy people's hearts. Preventing the Elector from trying to get his hands on finances and logistics, he addressed the Brunswick Docks Gang and various corporate bodies within the city on more than one occasion.

The old coach knew that he had to fight hard, and he had to persevere. Even if he was the only one left, he would still maintain the glory of the empire!

Walking out of the door and the deep corridor, the smell of sporozoite spores came, and the old man's face became more and more ugly.

Has moss and poison ivy spread here?

Waiting outside the gate are the Imperial Royal Chief Great Wizard Greg Matak and the Grand Commander of the Rick Knights Hans Zentler.

Mattak came up and said directly: "My empire is regent, the plague is spreading, and the city is being engulfed by the corruption of Nurgle."

"Yes, I know." Heilberg looked at Matak aggressively, as if to warn him, but the old coach thought that there was finally a guy who realized the seriousness of the problem, and he wanted to express his appreciation. He agreed, but his hideous expression was no different from the Chaos Demon that Mattak saw in his dream: "So what can you do? My chief great wizard?"

"How? Didn't I come to you?" Matak was obviously irritated by Heilberg's plan, and the chief wizard said: "Give me 500 people, give me your old battalion, bring the best firearms and Equipment, I will take them into the sewers to search for the source of the plague."

"500 people? Fully armed? Old battalion?" Heilberg looked at Matak with a foolish expression: "Did you think I would agree? Shouldn't it be your business to banish corruption? Otherwise, the emperor will appoint you as the royal family. What is the chief wizard doing? I heard people say that Brunswick sewers are at least 48 kilometers long, are you sick or am I sick?"

"Since I have been appointed as the Royal Chief Archmage, I obviously have the right to..." Matak tried to emphasize his power.

"You should learn to solve your own problems, my great wizard, Senus Gehrman will burn these plagues with a fire, Galt will melt everything with molten metal, and you? You will only watch and then begging me for help like a beggar?" Heilberg tried to keep himself calm.

"I'll do my best, but things are different now..."

"no difference!"

"These plagues are killing the city, my marshal, I noticed your soldiers in the city..."

"God, gosh, Charlemagne is on top, do you only ask questions? The emperor appointed you to solve problems, not to ask questions!"

"I'm just trying to solve the problem!"

"Then go quickly!" Heilberg's spittle sprayed on Matak's face, and the old man shouted: "Go to the Salia Church or someone else, don't come to me, this is not our priority. matters! Go and solve these plagues, immediately!"

"What do you prioritize?" Matak was also angry, and the Amber-type Great Wizard roared out like a griffin: "Is it chasing stolen goods to help pay? Ah! What Khorne decision? If the emperor is still..."

"Enough!!!" Heilberg immediately pulled out his rune fangs: "Get out of here now! Go to your business, don't force me to remove you!"

Matak gave Heilberg a deep look, then looked at the Rune Fang in his hand, sneered, and turned away.

Matak left, and Heilberg looked at the great mentor Hans Zentler: "What's the matter?"

Zentler was sweating all over by now, and he said in a low voice, "Marshal, the recovery of stolen goods and salaries... can't go on."

Due to the serious shortage of finance and food and the need for large-scale conscription, Heilberg, in addition to indiscriminately issuing military tickets, ordered the army to carry out a "travelling campaign" against the whole city of Brunswick and even in Rickland.

Led by Hans Gentry and Heinrich von Kristwall, the two mentors of the Rick Guards, and Hans Zentler, the great mentor of the Rick Knights, announcing a "war on the capital's nobles" Chasing the dirty to help pay."

To be fair, this move is actually similar to when Surya called the knights and nobles for a meeting in order to defend Corona. The knight queen pulled out 10,000 nobles' private troops and made the nobles willingly spit out a large amount of money. With real money and silver, he fought and won a decisive battle with Sigwald, and became famous in the old world.

But how to execute it, how to speak and use language technology to convince the nobles, how to convince the nobles that they will be rewarded in the future, and how to make the nobles realize their fundamental interests if they don’t defend the capital’s huge losses, is very personal. Political skill and negotiating ability.

The execution of Heilberg directly turned into a forced apportionment. The old man believed that the nobles of these empires must have a lot of money and food reserves in their homes, so they directly implemented "one size fits all", that is, how much the duke should be paid, how much the earl should pay How many titles should be paid, how many viscounts, how many barons, how many fief knights, how many chambers of commerce and wealthy free people.

The most troublesome thing is that Suria negotiated by holding a tea party in the palace, but Heilberg believed that the palace could not be trusted and should come from the army.

As mentioned earlier, the only qualified army in Heilberg's hands is actually the "old battalion" composed of the 1,000 left-behind standing army in Brunswick and the more than 1,000 Franz Guards remnants he brought back from the north. The newly formed 70,000 There are many "Brunschweig Royal Guard Corps", good and bad, and many local gangsters and rogues have mixed in. The 50,000 Nuer elites who are strictly disciplined and can send army salaries and lunches on time are prohibited from entering the city.

Under such circumstances, when the recruits heard that "chasing dirty money" is to be used to charge "military pay", they were extremely excited, and they became proficient in applying the rules in an instant. It quickly lost control. For a while, no one dared to dress brightly on the street. Second-hand ragged clothes became a hot commodity, for fear that people would know that their family was rich.

And the most rogue is that Heilberg indiscriminately issued military tickets to frantically plunder wealth from the market and the hands of nobles and commoners, but when collecting taxes and recovering stolen goods, he demanded that it be real money.

"Almost everyone is against it now, Marshal, go on, we will fall into civil war before the chaos comes." Zentler knelt directly on one knee, he looked like he was about to cry: "I am a citizen of the Empire and a citizen of the Empire. I beg you, my marshal, please stop as an emperor certifies the identity of the great mentor of the knights!"

Heilberg looked at Zentler, as if weighing his credibility and loyalty.

After a long time, the old coach asked, "How are those people from Marienburg, the damned separatists?"

"They hid in the Chamber of Commerce mansion in Nancheng District..." Zentler told Heilberg the situation.

More than 100 iron-blooded capitalists from the upper and lower chambers of Marienburg fled Marienburg and took refuge in the capital of the empire. They first demanded "equivalent status", emphasizing that they "fought blood to the last soldier", and then took Publish the document "personal property is sacred and inviolable".

It's a pity that they were facing Ryan's little maid and eldest son. The little maid looked "Do you think the iron-blooded duchess of Bennur would believe your nonsense?" They ordered all their wealth to be seized, which was worth about 1.3 million gold coins. currency and a lot of materials.

Although the iron-blooded capitalists have many guards, they can't stop the Nuer army.

But Emilia didn't do anything. She paid back 150,000 gold coins in proportion to the Marienburg merchants headed by Archduke Valverde, and told them that the Nuer people will remember your donation.

In any case, the merchants in Marienburg still have a large number of old world sales channels and networks. In the future, Nur's industrial products will continue to sell well all over the world. Emilia learned this from Surya. , to beat, to cut leeks regularly, but not to kill with a stick, business is an important source of tax revenue.

"Send someone to find the duchess, since so much has been confiscated, at least... spit out 70,000 to 800,000 items!" Heilberg said coldly: "I know about this, and I will help you pay for the dirty work. Pause for now."

"Yes..." Zentler just breathed a sigh of relief when Heilberg asked, "Has the messenger to Brittany set off?"

"I was about to say this," Zentler reported quickly.

After Heilberg asked the Imperial Council to ask Britania for help, what did the imperial court under the Imperial Council do?

The first step is to call the court ministers, call the diplomats, call the station bureaucrats, call the suitable messengers, call the scholars of Brunswick.

The second step is to hold an important meeting to ensure that the important leaders of various departments are fully present and can play a role in promoting the solution of the problem.

The third step is to express the opinions of all parties and fully discuss the following issues: the importance of choosing a messenger, the importance of letter rhetoric, the consequences of asking for help, the consequences of not asking for help, and the possible cost of the arrival of the Brittany Cavalry.

In the fourth step, the leaders of all departments explain that the work of their departments has nothing to do with asking for help, and has nothing to do with sending letters.

Let the messenger and the scholar choose by themselves. The messenger comes up with the idea of ​​sending the letter, and the messenger himself bears all the responsibilities. If Ryan does not come to rescue or he has a wrong intention, then the scholar who wrote the letter bears all the responsibility, not the problem of each department.

If you don't send someone to deliver the letter~www.wuxiamtl.com~ then this problem does not exist.

Therefore, no messenger dared to send a letter, no scholar dared to write a letter, and the request for help was delayed like this.

Heilberg closed his eyes in pain, these bureaucrats!

It's hard to do something, and there are really 10,000 ways to not do it!

"...Send someone and tell them." Heilberg's low voice sounded: "They just need to send the message of help as soon as possible, and do it immediately, do it immediately, within an hour I must see the messenger will ask for help. Send Brunswick!"

"However, this matter is of great importance..." Zentler had to say more.

"Tell them!!! All the relationships, all the responsibilities, I am Kurt Heilberg!!!" The old coach snarled hysterically: "Just say it! Everything is my order, mine. Responsibility, that's it!? Or do you want me to sign the Regent's Decree? Then I'll sign it now! Satisfy them! Satisfy them, we must ask for help! We can't wait! It takes time for Ryan Malcador to assemble his army, and Marienburg is gone , it is impossible for all the Breton knights to fly through the axe bite!"

Zentler nodded silently, this is what everyone was waiting for.

The old man put the pot on his back, and everyone can just do things.

After he finished speaking, he became angry a few times. Heilberg was about to go outside, but Zentler stopped him: "There is this thing, please take a look."

Zentler held a thick roll of fine parchment in his hand, whose workmanship surpassed any current technology in the Empire. Heilberg took it and found that the signature on it was "VVC", and the ring seal was very ornate and ancient: "This is Yes?"

"This is what we found at the top of the palace, surrounded by blood."

Heilberg hesitated, then unfolded the parchment.

Black and red ink came into view.