Proof of the Sun King

The largest racecourse in the Old World, the Ring of the Lions is a splendid prehistoric elf building that existed even before Charlemagne established his empire.

This is a huge stone oval building with rows of stairs leading straight to the ceiling dozens of meters high. The racecourse is full of ribbons and various banners composed of twelve principalities' coat of arms. The entire racecourse looks even more spectacular than the Curona Palace.

The racetrack was originally not open to ordinary people, but it was naturally not difficult for Ryan, Suria and others. They easily let the guards let go and entered the racetrack.

In autumn, there was no one in the racetrack. Ryan, Suria, and Sylvia slowly stepped into the racetrack, stepping on the solid dirt, and Ryan gently closed his eyes.

He seemed to feel the enthusiasm and glory of the Knights' Conference, and felt the blood-filled roars of countless audiences.

The neighing sound of the war horse, the gasping sound of the knight, the raised lance, set off the dust in the sky, and in the moment of passing by, between the electric light and flint, the victory or defeat has been decided.

Endless glory will be awarded to the final victor. Under the watchful eyes of Morgiana, the witch of the lake god, and King Richard, who can become the champion of the knightly tournament through their own martial skills and virtues?

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. Ryan complained in his heart that he was over twenty-four years old, and the Knights Tournament did not welcome Holy Grail Knights and Mission Knights Expedition Knights. They came to the competition and it was bullying.

"Lane, do you like martial arts too?" Surya walked to Ryan's side. The heels of the female knight's silver strappy high heels made a clicking sound. She folded her arms and her face was as gentle as water. : "Next year, the quadrennial martial arts conference will open again."

"And you will participate, right, Miss Surya, and Miss Sylvia? Will you all participate?" Ryan's expression was also very gentle, and he said with a little regret: "Unfortunately, I can't participate anymore. "

"I will participate next year. I will follow in the footsteps of my brother and fight for the victory. This is the mission of the family." The female knight looked very serious, and Ryan even felt that she was a little too serious.

The Holy Grail Knight suddenly said, "We've been shopping for so long, shall we find a place to sit for a while?"

"Yeah!" The female knight was a little surprised at why Ryan didn't plan to look again, but she didn't object to Ryan, this time out for a visit was originally up to Ryan's interest: "There's a great bar nearby, West Sylvia also likes it very much, let's go and see it together!"

"Suria!" Sylvia blushed a little, as if blaming the female knight's self-assertion.

So about 20 minutes later, the three of them came to a "Blue Moon" bar together. Of course, Ryan received the warmest welcome, and the bar owner graciously received him in person.

"Wherever you go, Ryan, you are very popular!" The female knight sat opposite him, she looked at the Holy Grail Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and looked very envious: "One day, I will too. Embark on the pursuit of the Holy Grail until the lady's approval."

"Definitely, Miss Surya and Miss Sylvia are excellent female knights, I believe that one day you will all become glorious Holy Grail Knights, if I mean if you want, I can give you some advice. "No matter from any point of view, Ryan has a good impression of the female knight in front of him, so he said actively.

"Very honored, I believe Ryan you must be an excellent knight instructor." Suria adjusted her short skirt a little, and a pair of black silk long legs stretched straight and slender under the table, Ryan couldn't help but peek a few times. Eye.

Ryan's favorite is undoubtedly Veronica's slender and tender pair because he has hugged him, but the long legs of the female knight in front of him are no worse or even better, and compared with witches or witches. The mutual probing and deliberation of words between the sorceresses, and even every tone and every behavior requires Ryan to decipher with his brains. He prefers this kind of equal and harmonious atmosphere with the female knight.

Even though it's fun to fight wits or sorcerers all day long.

Ryan suddenly lowered his head and smiled when he thought of this. He remembered what happened with Teresa after he set off from Nord, and he also remembered the investigation with Veronica when he was in Marienburg. At that time, he was still legally speaking. The White Wolf Knight, I didn't expect that after just a year, his situation has changed dramatically

"Ryan?" Just when the Holy Grail Knight was thinking, Surya suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "What's wrong? I think you seem to be distracted."

"It's not for a gentleman to be distracted in front of a young lady, Your Excellency Ryan." The serious maid also reminded softly.

"I'm sorry, I thought of something, Miss Suria, you took me out to visit the city like this, isn't it not good for Mr. Francois?" Ryan found that the eyes of the two female knights were a little dangerous. , he quickly explained.

"It's okay, I told my father and got his consent. If nothing happens, the meeting between my father and the others will continue for a long time. Please, Ryan, prepare yourself mentally." Suria pulled her dazzling blonde hair Behind his ears, he smiled.

"All right."

The next seven or eight days became the most special time that Lane spent after he came to Brittany. He was always concerned about the inconclusive chivalry war, but after the Duke's daughter and the maid Accompanied by the company, he felt that time passed quickly. The three of them visited many attractions in the whole city one after another. Under the beautiful autumn sunshine, there was no joy.

Meanwhile, Curona Palace, Throne Room.

In the gloomy atmosphere, only a small amount of light from the zenith shone through the glaze at the top, and many magic lamps were flickering brightly.

The old king of knights, Dinoa, let Richard le Angouran sit behind a high wooden table. The wooden table is filled with a large number of books and various works of art, and a large painting hangs beside him. Map, which is exactly the map of the Twelve Principalities of Brittany.

The family coat of arms of the Duchy of Connaught was covered with props. Although it was reluctant to admit it, Brittany had lost this duchy. In the last chivalry war, King Richard of the Knights assembled the five northern duchies. The army and the Scarlet Duke fought a tragic war under the city of Musillon, the capital of the Duchy of Connaught. Both sides were injured. The Scarlet Duke was defeated. He could only once again put away his ambition and hid in Musillon, with heavy casualties. The knights could only return without success once again.

Days of meetings left Richard feeling distracted. Even the best ambergris lit in the room could not calm his mind. He sometimes asked himself if he was the king of this country. Why don't you want to give your grand-nephew a grand state funeral?

A statue of Arthur, made of jade, is placed behind the throne room, and alongside him is Jules, a great knight who led Brittany to its heyday but finally died for his country.

Richard had never imagined that the opposition he would encounter would be so fierce, and this made the King of Knights's idea more difficult than ever.

The first was the objection of François, Duke of Winfort, and Pelhemond, Duke of Bastogne, which he had expected.

Then there was the objection of Louis, Duke of Connecticut, which he took into account.

Then there was the objection of Boderick, Duke of Boldero, which he did not expect.

In the end, even Hagen, Duke of Guisoleaux, clearly opposed his proposal to give Anchy a state funeral, which is something Richard never expected.

"My truly credible and most beloved partner, Hagen, why did you choose to support Francois and Berhemond?" Richard asked Hagen for an opportunity in private.

"It's Marienburg." Hagen shook his head in distress. "You know, that kid is the guardian of Marienburg, and I owe His Excellency Schultz a lot of money, a lot of money."

The king's position became more and more unfavorable. In the throne room, although all the dukes agreed that the war should be regarded as a victory theory, there was still no consensus on the reward to the Marquis of Anchy and the reward to the Baron of Lane.

François still looked like the Wisdom Pearl in his hand. The blessing of the Holy Grail made the Duke himself not feel tired after a few days of meetings. He continued to give his opinion: "My Majesty, I hope you can understand a The fact is that Anxi didn't make this plan. Ryan's surprise attack on Wanmayan was completely his own decision. Please, my majesty, don't continue to discuss this matter on the premise that this is already part of Anxi's plan. We all know what happened.”

At this time, another duke spoke:

"Exactly, in fact, it was his stupidity that led to the annihilation of the entire army. After storming Yulsen, he should seek to join forces with Ryan's right army, or first withdraw from the forest and head towards the nearest Bass. The Duchy of Toni or the Duchy of Guisoleaux asked for help, instead of rushing towards the Castle of Ulsen with their heads sullen, and ultimately leading to such a tragic defeat."

Boderick de Poldro, the Grand Commander of the Knights of the Sea God, the Duke of Poldro, the chosen champion of the Sea God Mannan, his opposition made Richard choked up, the duke commanded the entire kingdom's navy of more than 80 Fleet, the king had to take his opinion on many things.

In addition, Berhemond, who seldom speaks, made Richard deeply fearful, and the special status of the Red Dragon Duke in this country could not help the king be wary.

"So, we believe that it is okay not to hold a triumphal ceremony. First of all, the kingdom must award a Grand Cross of the First Class to Baron Laine Maccador, a reward of not less than 2,000 gold crowns, and a full set of new sergeants of not less than 50 people. At the same time, due to the heavy losses of various principalities in this war, the kingdom shall not launch a new chivalry war for at least three years, and at least be exempted from the fixed military tax for 18 months. , this is our condition." François's elegant face was very calm: "If Your Majesty can agree to this condition, I think we can discuss the matter of Anhidesmond."

Before Richard could speak, Dalheide, Duke of Lyonasse, couldn't stand it anymore, and the duke was also very tired. He tapped the long table in front of him lightly, and said in a muffled voice, "We've finally reached something somewhere. I agree, François, but I want to remind you that it was the sacrifice of the Marquis of Ency that brought Baron Lane's victory in the war of chivalry, and he never forsakes his faith in the lady, and fights to the end One soldier and one soldier, I think he played a more important role in this war, so I think Oncy deserves a state funeral and a Grand Cross of the First Class."

"At the same time, I think Ryan's reward can be negotiated again."

"That's what I mean. I know that Ryan Macado is a lady's champion, but I also think that a first-class Grand Cross is too much, and a third-class Iron Knight may be a more qualified reward. As for the two thousand gold Crown, my God, no matter how you calculate the income of the Baron of Jean, it will not exceed 800 gold crowns a year, right? Besides, the baron is said to have seized a lot of money? How about 800 gold crowns?" Speaking It was the Duke of Montfort, who was on the king's side.

"I think so too, so, a third-class iron knight medal, eight hundred gold kronor, fifty new sergeant armor, this is already a very amazing reward," Richard added in a bit of annoyance: "As for other Yes, I promise not to launch a new chivalry war within two years, and not to levy a fixed military tax within one year."

"Then about the state funeral and the first-class Grand Cross, I think we can discuss it again." Francois knew that after several days of arduous negotiations, the price of the two sides had almost all been put on the table, and Ryan was willing to take a step back. Of course, Richard was relieved, but the price was not less.

"This question is back to the original point, the state funeral for Anchy and the award of the Grand Cross of the First Class is the bottom line~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He gave his life for the sake of chivalry! François, I don't Understand why Ryan, why do you keep competing for credit with a knight who died for a lady?" Richard continued, the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, and the king, who was more than a hundred years old, became more and more old after this incident.

This matter is not easy for Francois to accept, because as he analyzed, it is not easy for Len to compete with the dead, so the duke himself changed his tone: "Then I don't understand that you insist on a state funeral and a first-class grandfather. What is the significance of the Cross, do you intend to give every coach who died in the Knights War the same honor in the future? Then the state funeral and the Grand Cross of the First Class are too cheap."

After a long and tedious negotiation, today's meeting is about to come to an end.

At this moment, the door of the throne room was gently pushed open by some powerful force, and a squire trotted in from outside, ran to Richard's side and whispered for a while.

"What? Morgiana is down!" The king was very surprised: "She has entered the palace?"

"Yes, my majesty." The attendant said with some trepidation: "His Royal Highness Morgiana is on her way to the throne room!"

Hearing this, all the dukes stood up subconsciously, waiting for the arrival of Morgiana, the mortal spokesperson of the fairy in the lake, the witch of the lake god.

Twenty-five years ago, the status of the witch of the lake **** in this country was thoroughly reflected in that incident. She led the knights of the Holy Grail into the palace of Curona and announced the abolition of the knight king of John II on the spot. Throne, during the whole process, the tyrant couldn't even say what to say, he could only kneel and obey.

The corners of François, Duke of Winfort cocked his lips, and he knew who Morgiana had come for.

The big picture is set.

I have something to do today, I will update it sooner.