Chapter 191, the Concept of Artillery

At the beginning of November, Britannia, Barony of Jean, in the prayer room on the third floor of Ryan's Baronial Castle.

Since the decoration has not been completed, the tower of the Fairy in the Lake has only been built with two floors so far, which is still far from the at least five floors required by the Fairy in the Lake. The craftsmen are not expected to complete it until this time next year.

Ryan didn't blame these craftsmen either. Most of the craftsmen hired by Ryan came from Montefort and Pordereau. In order to help him maintain and rebuild the castle, the big businessman Ismail might not have hired the best ones in Brittany. The craftsmen must be first-class craftsmen, and Ismail's policy is to build the castle first, and then build a new tower, because in the eyes of the big businessman, the tower is newly built and requires a lot of manpower and energy, while the old The baron's castle already has the entire outline and stone walls, what is actually needed is the interior renovation, re-planning the area and repairing some disrepair and broken places.

Then, considering that Ryan has no place to live, Ismail's consideration must be to complete the repair of the baron's castle as soon as possible, and then build the tower.

The prayer room on the third floor has always been a restricted area for the servants of the castle, especially after Ryan returned to the territory. Ryan stipulated that no one except Olika should enter the prayer room, and the prayer room is always closed. locked state.

In the prayer room, the original structure remains unchanged, only the Fairy of the Lake and Ryan are sitting opposite each other. At this time, the Fairy of the Lake is not the same as under normal circumstances. The jade hand of the Holy Grail was holding Ryan's right hand, and the Holy Grail was also put aside.

Ryan's situation is not very good either. The spirit of the Holy Grail Knight Commander is relatively weak, but he still continuously sends his spiritual energy to the fairy in the lake.

Normally, gods exist in the subspace, and the emotional fluctuations of believers form energy, which gathers to become gods. If gods need to interfere in the mortal world, they must spend a lot of divine power to enter the main material plane and find a suitable carrier. This makes the gods In fact, it is not easy to interfere with the affairs of the main material plane. There are many things that mortals have done their best, and many things that mortals can only rely on themselves.

But the existence of Ryan is equivalent to opening a back door for the fairy in the lake between the subspace and the mortal world. The fairy in the lake can travel unimpeded in the subspace and the mortal world. Guaranteed that the fairy in the lake can release her divine power to the fullest.

"Sure enough, Mu Xilong's city wall cannot be breached under the protection of magic and seals." After a long time, the fairy in the lake turned paler, and she signaled to Ryan that it was all right.

After the flood swept through the Duchy of Connaught for a whole day, the flood of the Fairy of the Lake still couldn't break through the city wall of Mousilon, so after a lot of divine power was consumed, the Fairy of the Lake decided to stop this operation, and she put away her hands : "Okay, Ryan, my champion, let's do this for now."

"Okay!" Ryan also put away his hands,

Most of his psychic energy has also been consumed. In the prayer room, one person and one god looked a little sluggish. The fairy in the lake stretched out her arms towards Ryan, motioned him to sit beside her, and sighed long: "This way , The Blood Red Duke and his allies will not be able to take the initiative to initiate a war in a short time, at least we have won more time."

"Thank you, my lady." Ryan was about to put away his hand, but the fairy in the lake immediately took his arm and leaned against him. The goddess' voice was full of exhaustion: "My champion, I need some rest."

"Well, I think I also need to rest for a while. I have to say, my lady, you are really not polite to use my psionic power." Ryan made a joke, and he also felt very tired.

"You are my champion. If you don't use yours, whose will I use?" The fairy in the lake made a joke with Ryan. With the help of Ryan's power, the blood-red Duke of Musilonli and his so-called black knight allies can't do too much for the time being. There are too many things, they must restore the production of the army and the territory as soon as possible. Although the undead no longer need food and sleep, it still requires a lot of weapons and magic costs to form an army of the undead. Vampires also need enough people. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Holy Grail Knights will dispatch collectively to take out the remains of the Holy Grail and send them back to the Holy Grail Cathedral in Korona for burial.

This matter has nothing to do with Ryan. The fairy in the lake made it clear that Ryan does not need to be dispatched for the next thing. Morgiana and her Holy Grail Knights will complete this matter.

Ryan had a thought in his heart, but he didn't express it on his face.

He had an idea, that is to borrow the matter of the Black Holy Grail Knights, try to control and command the Holy Grail Knights, if he can strengthen the connection with the Holy Grail Knights, he can do more things in the future.

He's got a good base in Brittany, just not strong enough.

The fairy in the lake seemed to see his thoughts, she said softly: "It's not the time yet, my champion, it's not the time yet..."

"My lady, I plan to equip the army with artillery." Ryan also knows that there is no rush. He has already made a big splash in this year's chivalrous war, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of many conservative nobles, especially the wood elves and dwarves. After the land appeared in his territory, some dukes complained about it. For example, the Duke of Montefort, who guarded the ax-bite pass, had a lot of opinions about this. This duke hated all races except humans, and his territory did not Accept any living beings other than humans to settle.

"I have never banned knights from using artillery at any time and anywhere, my champion." The fairy in the lake immediately understood what Ryan meant, and the goddess smiled and shook her head: "My champion, if you can get the artillery from the dwarf technology, that is naturally the best, but you have to pay attention, the descendants of Charlemagne on the other side of the mountain have an agreement with the dwarves, and they jointly keep the secret of gunpowder. How to make the dwarves willingly make cannons for you."

"I have a solution for this, my lady, as long as you allow me to use it." Ryan nodded again and again. With the approval of the fairy in the lake, this matter is much easier.

God's Chosen champion faintly feels that the fairy in the lake is actually a goddess who knows how to adapt and weigh the pros and cons. The eight virtues of knights she left behind have been over-interpreted by the knights and cited as rigid dogma. A firm belief is conducive to fighting chaos The corruption of the Britannia folk is much lower than that of the empire, but it also makes the knights conservative and arrogant. It can only be said that everything has pros and cons.

"After your tower is built, it will be my permanent place, my champion, close your eyes, I have a gift for you." The fairy in the lake motioned Ryan to close his eyes.

After Ryan closed his eyes, he felt a soft, superficial touch on his face.

this is? !

"Hahahaha~" The lake fairy's laughter still echoed in the room, but apart from the bright light and the fragrance of irises on her body, there was no goddess in the prayer room.

Ryan opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he felt that he was also very tired, so he left the prayer room, returned to his master bedroom, took a casual shower, and then fell asleep.

Ryan, who had been drained of a large amount of psychic energy, rested for more than a day. After all, he is the son of the Emperor, the Primarch of the Gray Knights, and he recovered quickly. The baron can't rest all the time. There are still many things in the territory for him to deal with. .

In early November, Brittania finally ushered in the first snow after winter.

Early in the morning, Ryan woke up, and the Holy Grail Knight made a bucket of hot water, and then took a comfortable bath, hanging his two legs on the side of the barrel comfortably, while Orika served beside him.

"Woke up so early, my great knight?" The lazy Witch Garland was lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, leaning on the soft pillow, her face was flushed, obviously well nourished last night: "Also Don't you want to rest for a while?"

It snowed heavily outside the window. This year's climate is a bit unusual. Normally, the first snow will not be so heavy.

"I'm going to see the situation in the workshop today. I heard from Katzenberg that the dwarf craftsman came to the workshop with about seven or eight people, and then asked to rearrange the facilities of the entire workshop, and asked for a lot more. I just came back to do other things, and now as the lord, I should go over and have a look, and talk to him by the way." Ryan stood up from the barrel without hesitation, Olika He took out a towel to dry him off, and then he dressed himself: "Want to go with me?"

"Well, my dear, when I saw that tower, I thought you were preparing it for me, but I didn't expect..." Veronica lifted the quilt. Although the witch didn't say it clearly, Ryan, who knew her well, knew what the witch said. I plan to go to the workshop with him to have a look: "Let's talk about it on the road."

"Ok."

After the two changed their clothes, they called Gasparton, the tax officer, and Katzenberg, the housekeeper, and walked along the lower reaches of the Chinon River with a few sergeants. It became a vast expanse of whiteness, and the cold gale blew across the fields. Most of the serfs had their doors locked, and only a few serfs were still working.

On the way, Ryan happened to meet Estelle, a half-elf with two eternal guards and several woodland guards. The half-elf and wood elves were all wearing fur coats. Steer greeted immediately: "Your Excellency Ryan? Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back, what's the matter Estelle? Are you going?" Ryan asked.

"Ah, I want to take them to the blacksmith's workshop by the river to get weapons. Winter has come, and the dryads have fallen into a deep sleep. Our king has also stepped into the flames and turned into ashes. He will not return until next spring. Estelle's face was not very good-looking, and he explained: "So in winter, the forest can only be guarded by ourselves, and we need sufficient weapons."

Orion, the king of the forest of the wood elves, and his wife Ariel would step into the flames and die every winter, and then be resurrected in the spring of the following year, and their magic power was strongest in summer.

"Just right, I'm going to the blacksmith's workshop too, let's act together." Ryan nodded, motioning for everyone to act together.

The eternal guards of the wood elves were a little reluctant. They first looked at the sergeants behind Ryan, Gasparton and Katzenberg with contempt, and then looked at Ryan and Vero with awe. After Nika finally agreed, one of the eternal guards said in elven language: "Hello, Lord Ryan, I am Anas, the captain of the eternal guard from the eternal forest. Winter is coming, and we urgently need more iron and ore. and food, but your men can’t meet our needs, and that dwarf artisan also rejected our order, I hope you can help us.”

"Dear Anas, I have just returned to the territory, and I am not very clear about the current situation." Ryan shook his head: "I believe that according to our original agreement, our output here can meet your requirements, whether Ace We have added new orders, or is it a temporary request?"

The Eternal Guard stopped talking, and Estelle smiled wryly when he saw this, and he said to Ryan: "Lyan, we are in trouble, the Vaal Anvil Forest has been invaded by the Shadow War Beasts, and the production of ironware has been seriously affected. As for ore, we are almost completely dependent on imports from you, so we need some ready-made weapons temporarily."

"I understand, how about this, let's talk as we walk." Ryan motioned for everyone to walk and talk.

So along the dry river, a group of people walked and said, Veronica was holding Ryan's hand all the time, without saying a word, looking like a vase.

Interestingly, the tax collector Gasparton was very enthusiastic about these wood elves, and the Eternal Guard tried to communicate with him in crappy Low Gothic. Ge didn't take a good look at these wood elves.

It’s no wonder that the appearance and trade of the wood elves has brought great benefits to Ryan. The exquisite handicrafts and jewelry necklaces of the elves are the most sought after objects by human nobles. A generous tax came, and Gasparton estimated that this year's baronial tax would exceed a thousand gold crowns.

But Katzenberg doesn't think so. The relationship between these wood elves and the human residents is not good. The serfs are afraid and wary of the sharp ears. Disputes, these matters are handled by Katzenberg, and these disputes are not easy to handle because of the particularity of the wood elves in Ryan's territory, so Katzenberg has no good face.

On the way, I briefly talked about the existing problems. Along the Chinon River, Ryan and his group arrived at a piece of workshop presided over by the dwarf blacksmith Deron Feinson. The black walls and roofs are now covered with snow, and the inside of the chimney Black smoke rose from time to time.

"Huh?" Ryan narrowed his eyes, and he noticed that a big human was beating iron in the blacksmith's workshop.

brother?

Addicted to Hammer 2, everyone has been waiting for a long time (sure).