Chapter 993, The Day of the Holy Grail

Chapter 992 , The Day of the Holy Grail

Before dawn the next day, the whole of Wolfenburg was already buzzing.

The Bretons, especially the serf soldiers, were the first to get up. They rested early last night to welcome this moment. Batches of livestock were slaughtered, cauldrons and ovens were ignited, and people gathered Together, they danced (albeit not very well) and sang (albeit not very well) the epic adventures of the Grail Knights, and celebrated one of the two most important festivals in Brittany.

The reason why the Day of the Holy Grail came has been introduced in the previous article, so I won’t repeat it here, but it is worth mentioning that the two festivals of the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady of the Lake are legal holidays in Brittania, and the Fairy of the Lake The church stipulates that these two festivals must be off for at least three days. There is no reason to say that even if the knights are reluctant, they must give the serfs a holiday, and they must also properly demonstrate their "generosity" and "kindness". It is considered piety and respect for ladies to give them something to eat and let them praise themselves.

Now, after undergoing all aspects of Ryan's reforms, the class barriers between knights and serfs have finally been opened and gradually blurred, but both the Day of the Holy Grail and the Day of the Lady in the Lake have been well preserved. The festival is very welcome.

Fragrant jam pies were baked in the oven, and they were baked in slices under the command of the prophets of the lake gods. Most of the jam pies were filled with jam made from figs, dates, lemons, pomegranates, apples and pears. For the common people, sugar and honey are out-and-out luxuries, and fruit is the main sweetener in life.

In addition to the oven after oven of jam pies, there is also meat, including beef, chicken, duck, pork, venison, lamb, hare, wild boar, swan, heron will be put on the table, of course Cheap chicken, duck, rabbit, and pork belong to the serf infantry and freeman infantry of the infantry regiment, while the knights can enjoy higher-level beef, mutton, swan, wild boar, etc., but now in Under the solidarity of Ryan, except for venison commoners are not eligible to eat, the boundaries of other meat consumption have been very blurred, and today every Britannian can get a bowl of delicious stewed soft rotten meat with large pieces Meat broth plus a 200g-250g roast.

Every soldier can choose whether to get a large glass of imperial beer or a small glass of wine, and most soldiers choose imperial beer as a matter of course, which makes the suppliers of the empire very happy. This is a huge market.

"Good! Very good!" Duke Bohemond and Duke Lawn walked together. Looking at the grand occasion in the camp, the two Dukes were very happy: "This is what the day of the Holy Grail should be like. This is a lady's festival!"

"Thousands of years ago, we rose on the west side of the Gray Mountains. Thousands of years later, our knight kingdom not only did not stop our pace, but also ushered in a splendid golden age!" Duke Lawn was also very excited,

The Regent of the Kingdom was very relieved and proud when he saw the soldiers gathered together waiting to eat and drink. Lawn felt that as the Regent of the Kingdom, he had helped a lot for a long time after Ryan ascended the throne. The scenery, the Duke of Lawn naturally felt that he also had his own credit for it.

Duke Bohemond walked to the oven and looked at the oven carefully. Immediately, someone arranged to explain it came up. Seeing the jam pies being baked one by one, the old Duke couldn't help but move his index finger. Baked well, as for the stewed meat and roasted meat in those cauldrons, Bohemond is not very interested.

After strolling around for a while, it was already bright daylight. Duke Bohemond and Duke Lawn arrived at the barracks of the Old Guards. The Old Guards were also preparing for the scene. With maple syrup croissants, the gorgeous military uniforms and majestic battles now have some more joyful atmosphere.

Bohemond and Lawn even saw an army chef with a crew cut roasting a dozen large-headed trout at the same time in the barracks, and there was a line of words "Thick Dafa Roast" and "Strong-Fried Trout" written on the back.

The delicious and tender rainbow trout exudes the original aroma under deep frying.

"Tsk tsk, wait a minute, I want to make one." Duke Bohemond watched with relish, and he almost couldn't stop his saliva.

"My lord the duke, I heard from Her Majesty Morgiana that today, on the day of the Holy Grail, a lady will appear, and he will personally award a medal of the highest lady in the lake." Lawn said casually, "I don't know who it will be awarded to."

"Don't you know who you will award it to?" Duke Bohemond said indifferently: "Who is the person who performed the best in this chaotic invasion of our knight kingdom?"

Lawn couldn't help nodding his head when he heard the words. Everyone knows who will be awarded.

However, the jealousy still cannot be contained.

The highest Ladies of the Lake Medal, with 80% gold content, the rest is cast by dwarves using mithril and vibrating gold, and decorated with diamonds, symbolizing the highest level of glory and status in the Kingdom of Britannia Knights!

And Knight King Ryan also made it clear that medals are not just medals! How could His Majesty Ryan simply use the medal to fool the soldiers who fought for the country and exchanged blood and life for glory?

From the highest Lady of the Lake Medal to the third-class Iris and Bauhinia Medal, all correspond to additional welfare allowances and special treatment!

Among them, the special treatment of the highest Ladies of the Lake Medal is as follows:

You can receive a very generous extra allowance from the national treasury every year. The current amount is about 350 gold crowns a year, and if you die for some reason, your family can still enjoy a lot of material benefits and extra life from the Fairy Church in the Lake The stipend, which I began and continued until the third generation.

Second, heroes who have won the highest Medal of the Lady of the Lake can freely enter and leave churches, monasteries, holy places, and chapels of the Lady of the Lake across the country, and enjoy free food and accommodation.

Third, reward at least 300 square meters of high-end residences in large castles, equipped with exclusive guards, and can take all public transportation and passenger ships for free in terms of transportation.

Fourth, complete medical insurance, all expenses for medical treatment will be reimbursed by the royal court.

Fifth, important national festivals can be received and rewarded by the lake god witch, knight king, and even the lake fairy herself. You can visit any large-scale events in the kingdom at will and get seats.

Sixth, when the honoree is punished for serious reasons, the highest Lady of the Lake Medal can only be deprived by the deity of the Lake Fairy.

"Brittania will never allow the blood and tears of heroes."

—Knight King Ryan Malcador

This kind of supreme treatment is already comparable to the supreme treatment of the twelve Holy Grail Knight families in the first generation.

After hearing this, Bohemond and Lawn had mixed feelings. Isn't this the new honor?

Ryan's hand stretched out longer and longer, reaching into the core of these old nobles.

But what can they do? Here's what ladies mean! Do they, the descendants of the founding fathers and nobles, have the ability to oppose it?

Fortunately, according to the regulations, except for the first article, the special treatment will continue until the person dies. It is not a hereditary and irreplaceable Iron Medal, and everyone can still accept it. Fighting for the country and making great contributions are not for everyone. The fairy in the lake was alarmed to come out to award the honor in person.

It's just that no one thought that the bandit of the Bergerac Bandit in Sharon Forest would actually have such a day!

The camp of the Knight Kingdom was in full swing. On the other side of the imperial camp, Elector Boris, Elector Vamir, Marshal Helberg and others were also a little disturbed by this kind of battle. Several people noticed that except In addition to preparing for our own people, the alms of the porridge shed is also continuing. Fifty vats are gradually being filled with boiling hot porridge, bags of barley and rye are being poured into the cauldron, and a small amount of vegetable leaves and Pig offal, the Bretons felt the virtue and strength brought to them by the nymph of the lake, and also invited the brothers of the empire to enjoy the day of the Holy Grail.

And the way to enjoy it is to serve porridge.

"This is a good deed." Elector Boris was a little emotional about such a lively scene, Elector White Wolf said to Elector Vamir and Marshal Helberg, "No matter what you say, it is a good thing that Ryan is willing to give gruel , at least the refugees can have a full meal."

"A good deed is a good deed, ahem... it's just too little, how many people are enough for fifty barrels?" Elector Vamir has not recovered from the destruction of his territory and the tragic death of his beloved son Oleg von Zhukov. After a while, his originally rich and plump cheeks are now sunken, but life still has to pass, the elector reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and held his rune teeth: "Obviously our world-renowned ally has a limited level of generosity ah."

"That's right, how many people are enough for fifty barrels of pork porridge?" Marshal Rick Helberg was still very upset. The old man looked at the scene of the hot porridge shed, and the expression on his face that was unhappy but not easy to attack was really true. Confused: "Let's assume that a bucket of porridge is 30 catties, and at most 240 people can be donated. Then fifty buckets of porridge will be enough for 12,000 people. It's too stingy. There are 380,000 refugees in Wolfenburg. Your Excellency Boris, you are familiar with Ryan, go tell him to add another fifty barrels."

"Do you provide food? Helberg?" The remaining one eye of Boris glared at Marshal Rick. He has the ability to mess up anything: "It's not Ryan's intention to give porridge, it's probably the meaning of the lake goddess Morgiana, Helberg, I'm so dissatisfied, you should go talk to Her Highness Morgiana. "

Marshal Rick frowned at these words. According to the information from the empire, Helberg learned that the lake goddess Morgiana was a moody, eccentric, and difficult to contact high-ranking dual-line great wizard in the sanctuary. The spokesperson of the fairy in the mortal world, it seems that other than Ryan and Suria, it is really difficult for others to communicate with her, not to mention that Helberg has been the marshal of Rick for a long time, and he has long been used to obeying the emperor's orders And the scolding and ordering of the opponent's Rick guards and the imperial army.

How do I communicate with that witch? Helberg agonized for a while, but finally gave up.

"Why hasn't Countess Emmanuel arrived yet? Maybe we should look for her." Marshal Rick could only say helplessly: "That old fellow Erstein doesn't care about this matter, he said he is only responsible for Nuer Army business."

"Nur Iron Armored Army and Blackstone Guards can all dine with the knight army!" Elector Vamir was even more upset: "Hey, our lady is really big!"

"Lian is out!" Elector Boris pointed to the distance, Knight King Ryan-Macado and Lake God Witch Morgiana appeared together, and they walked up the tower slowly.

Ryan is fully armed, and the beard on the face of the King of Knights has been shaved clean, as if he has returned to the way he was in Nord when he was in his twenties. At this time, Ryan looked complacent. When he appeared, Bu The Litanians immediately shouted long live.

"Long live to the King!"

"Long live to the Fay Enchantress!"

Ryan nodded with a smile and waved his hand. He looked at the 30,000 people in front of him saluting and cheering him, thinking that this is the temptation of power, and this is the best coat for a man. Once he enjoys the taste of it, many people can't control it live by yourself.

Don't forget your original intention!

Morgiana's face exuded a moist radiance, and her green eyes looked at Ryan with a flash of affection. The Lake God Witch did not speak, but signaled Ryan to speak first.

"The lion fights to Wolfen, the horse gallops to Oster, the scenery of the Northland, the day of the Holy Grail, I, Ryan Malcador, hereby wish you all of Britannia and our fellow empires, dwarf brothers, the day of the Holy Grail Happy Day!" Ryan said to everyone with a smile, his voice was filled with psionic power, and the entire Wolfenburg was clearly visible.

The King of Knights then delivered a simple speech, the content of which was no different from most routine festival speeches, so I will skip it here. In the end, Ryan said that everyone should eat and drink first. At noon, the lady will show up in person and present the highest award. Order of the Fairy of the Lake.

After finishing speaking, Ryan personally took his King's Gold Cup: "Today, let us be for those who protect the old world, let us shed blood for those who protect order, and let us be for all the martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for victory over the past three thousand years ,pay tribute!"

"Salute!" Thirty thousand people raised their cups at the same time.

The grand festival celebration is held here.

Toasting and cheering, the Bretons were intoxicated by another brilliant victory.

"Oh! At a post-war banquet, you should drink as much wine as you shed blood!" The Butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist was proud that he had received the invitation from the King of Knights of Brittania, and he and In the end, the remaining dozen or so dwarf butchers sat together, sitting on the raised small table and small bench specially prepared by Ryan, picked up the wine glass, and drank it in one gulp: "It just doesn't taste very good, pointy ears, don't think about coming Is it a shot?"

Alaros and his gray team were arranged on the big table next to the butcher king. The wood elf hero didn't want to participate, but Ryan kindly invited him. Alaros himself is also a good-looking guy, so he finally agreed to come , and said that I will return to Athel Loren after the banquet is over.

Hearing the Butcher King's words, the wood elf hero immediately got excited: "Short, are you going to compete for wine with me?"

"Suffocate in one breath, you have a drink, I have a drink, whoever falls loses!"

"Very well, I accept your challenge!"

The elves and dwarves began to fight for wine.

A porridge shed was set up outside the banquet site, under the watchful eye of Holy Grail Knights and Old Guards, the porridge began to be served, and the refugees had already formed a long queue, most of them were holding a bowl, looking forward to it. Throwing into the big wooden barrel, Morgiana ordered first come, first served, and when the fifty barrels of porridge were finished, they would be gone.

In the steaming heat, Raymond, the battalion commander of the Long Halberd Battalion of the Old Guards, personally took a large spoon and stirred in the vat. He was so hot that he took off his bearskin cap. One by one, refugees came up, mostly old people and women. And children, young and middle-aged people are blocked, they have to work to get relief.

An old man in tattered linen clothes tremblingly came over with a bowl with two holes missing. Raymond filled him a large bowl. The old man was obviously half-starved and half-satisfied for a long time, and he smelled pig offal. The aroma of the porridge couldn't help swallowing, and bowed and left gratefully.

Raymond couldn't help feeling sad when he saw this scene. He used to be the same way. He escaped from Lyonnaise with his old mother and younger brother and embarked on the road of escape.

But our Sir Raymond Mountbatten obviously didn't have that much time to think, and soon several old people and children came up with bowls, and everyone got a big iron spoon of hot porridge.

Then, another woman came up with a child. Raymond scooped up a large spoonful of porridge from the vat without thinking, but the following scene made the veteran guard's eyes widen.

The woman clasped her hands together, trying to pick up the porridge with her hands.

"Where's your bowl, ma'am?" Raymond asked in shock.

The woman just shook her head, she lowered her head, letting her blond hair cover her face, while the child following her gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes, looking timidly at Raymond who was wearing a full military uniform.

That look was exactly the same as when Raymond and Thomas looked at Lord Knight behind their old mother.

"Jock, bring my bowl to this lady!"

"yes!"

The woman got a brand new porcelain bowl, she got a bowl full of porridge, and after expressing her thanks, she took her child and left.

She didn't want to eat on the spot, so she walked and walked with the child, found a quieter place, pulled the child to sit down, held the bowl in the palm of her hand, and blew hot air vigorously, trying to cool the porridge quickly, the child The eyes are bright, and I can't wait to blow along with it.

Before the porridge cooled down, she was surrounded by two men, they were rascals.

"What a fragrant porridge, what a beautiful bowl, lady, you can't do the work anyway, and it's a waste to give you the porridge."

"And this bowl is so beautiful! It belongs to me!"

This group of hooligans is organized. These people dare not go to the porridge shed to grab porridge, because the army is there to maintain order, but they dare to come and rob these old and weak women and children.

"Ah!" The bowl was taken away, the child was pushed to the ground, crying loudly, the woman struggled: "No! Please, I don't have to eat, at least you save some for the child!"

"He can eat your milk, ma'am!" The hooligan laughed, he picked up the bowl, blew, and the two of them drank the whole bowl of porridge.

Then, they left the mother and child, ready to grab a beneficiary's porridge.

Today, I will drink porridge until I am full!

"The porridge is shed, and your blood must be shed today!" Just as he turned around, before he had time to react, the two hooligans were kicked to the ground, which directly broke their ribs.

"Lian's pig, miscellaneous, porridge, is it delicious?" The furious face of Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Space Wolves, appeared in front of them. Russ was obviously extremely angry, and he gently pulled out from behind Spear of Dionysus: "Beast!"

"Ahhhh!"

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