Chapter 47, The Imperial Council

On the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, the mountain wind howled, and the boundless galaxy shone in the sky. Lawn drank his own wine in a small sip, hiccupped gracefully, and then stroked his war horse: "Han Dill, are you full?"

The elf warhorse nodded heavily, licked the bottom of the bowl unsatisfied, and snorted at Ryan.

"It's praising you for making delicious soup~hahaha~" Lawn carefully helped his horse comb its mane, and said with a smile: "There are very few things that can be praised by Handil, by the way , where is your war horse?"

"Give it to my companions so that they can escape." Ryan looked at the large number of gaps and damages on his chain armor, thinking that this armor might be difficult to repair, and he needed a new pair of armor.

"A warhorse is half of a knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Lawn immediately realized how dangerous the situation that group of humans were facing at that time.

"This is an oath that belongs to the knights, isn't it? Defend the country, defend the territory, and protect your loved ones." Ryan couldn't say it because he lingered in the military records of the garrison army and didn't notice the situation outside, so he changed his tone.

"It's just...it's hard for the knights nowadays to have this kind of awareness. In their view, the teachings of ladies are not as important as their lives and futures. The virtues of knights in the past have become the shackles that restrain them from earning money and being superior." Instead, Lawn was distracted by Ryan. After deliberating for a while, he took the initiative to speak: "Do you know the Battle of Marienburg that broke out a few months ago? The war between the Empire and Brittania?"

"I know, I heard... you finally negotiated peace with the empire?" Ryan thought for a while, thinking that since Lawn took the initiative to talk about this, he just happened to ask for something.

"Peace talks? Cut, it's a peace talk. It looks beautiful, but you know what? The fact is that Brittania lost." Lawn shook his head, a bit of contempt could not help appearing on his face: "It failed from beginning to end." The war failed at the beginning, failed in the process, and failed in the end. If the emperor of the empire hadn't saved us some face, we don't know if he, Richard, would be able to sit firmly on the throne."

"Yes, can you tell me in detail?" Ryan came curious.

The person in front of him is a nobleman from Brittania, and one of the three most prominent families. The blood of these three families can be traced back to Arthur, the founding king of knights.

These three families are "Leaping Lion", "Red Fire Dragon" and "Pure White Horse". Most of the knight kings come from these three families.

It's far away, let's listen to what the great nobleman in front of him has to say.

"After receiving the invitation from Schulz, the Grand Duke of Marienburg, our knight king 'Tiger' Richard became dizzy under the temptation of five carts of gold coins, and decided to lead the army out, followed by a large number of strays. Knights and ranger knights... and the infantry regiments and archers formed by the sharecroppers." Lawn shook his head and looked into the distance: "Besides this, the major dukes rarely responded or even refused to respond."

Then Lawn said "hey": "Did you know? Your Excellency Aintree actually only sent four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and an army composed of more than fifty farmers to respond to the call, not even a single knight. "

"Ha~ That's for sure. Your Excellency the Duke of Winford has frequent trade with the Empire and Marienburg. He is definitely not willing to cause a stalemate in the relationship with the Empire." Ryan immediately heard the overtones of the mission knight: " And not a single knight is sent, which means quite obvious."

"So, there was no need to fight this war. The real knights didn't come. What do those young people who are full of blood and meritorious ideas know? Do they really think that the imperial army on the opposite side is the same as the serf uprising they usually suppress?" Lawn didn't seem to hear what the white wolf knight said, he spread his hands: "As you know, the Empire and Britannia, which were originally just confronting each other, rushed into the Imperial Army because of a group of young people eager to make meritorious deeds. Then the real battle started.

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Ryan nodded approvingly. He knew that Lawn had seen the core reason for the Knight Kingdom to send troops: this time the troops were supposed to be a deterrent by force, but for various reasons, the war started inexplicably. fail.

"The front and rear armies were seriously out of touch. When the knights rushed towards the Imperial Halberd Corps in a swarm, the longbow squad behind them hadn't even come within range. There weren't enough knights to command them. What did those serf infantry regiments know? It was a mess. It’s a mess.” Lawn sighed: “Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, His Majesty the Emperor Karl Franz had keenly captured this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he personally led the Rick Guards. Charged towards the chaotic Bretanian army formation, after two back and forth, the serfs were completely defeated."

Ryan understood that this is called a process failure. Most of the knights rushed into the imperial army formation, and they would definitely not be able to take advantage of the halberd army array waiting in full swing, and they were bound to fall into the quagmire. Then, at this time, Richard, who is the king of knights, is at most left with the knights and guards. At this time, the situation on the battlefield is completely irreversible.

"As for the subsequent peace treaty..."

Just when the two knights with the same name as the lion were talking happily.

The imperial capital, Brunswick.

Surrounding the resplendent palace are towering statues. The statues of Charlemagne, the founding emperor of the empire, and the twelve Carolingian knights stand around the palace. The statue of Charlemagne holds a sword in one hand and a book in the other, with a natural expression. Look ahead.

Ancient historical murals are engraved on every part of the 50-meter-high palace gate, from the beginning of Charlemagne's rise of troops, to the "Battle of Longbeard" that established the covenant of human dwarves, to the Black Fire Pass where the green-skinned army was wiped out. Then to the battle of the Reik River where he defeated Nagash, the lord of the undead, and finally the scene where Charlemagne swung the holy sword and confronted Moka the "Unifier" on the wall of the first Chaos invasion.

The Emperor of the Human Empire, Karl Franz Friedrich was writing in his study.

"It is true that Brittania failed in the Battle of Marienburg, but that was because the main force has not been released. In any case, we are all fellow human beings, and I don't want our knight friends to turn against us-it's just a possibility I don’t want to.” The emperor of the empire is using a quill and parchment to write on his desk: “The empire is too big, with too few friends, and faces enemies on all sides. In this case, the empire must unite as few allies as possible. The Holy Grail The power of the Knights is necessary."

"The electors deceived me to ascend the throne when I was young, and made things difficult for me in the parliament many times, hoping that I could delegate power. However, after the victory in the blood pine forest and the victory in suppressing the rebellion everywhere, this victory against the Knight Kingdom finally made me Temporarily gained their trust."

Karl Franz was still writing when an announcement came from outside, and a valet approached with small steps: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich has arrived."

"Invite him to come in." The emperor raised his head. He was not very old, he looked to be in his thirties, his voice was thick and powerful, his body was amazing, his appearance was handsome, he was very energetic, his eyes were bright, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

"yes!"

After a while, the fully armed Imperial Earl Heinrich Flens came to the emperor's study and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, the electors have arrived at the Imperial Parliament."

Hearing the word "Elector", the emperor's fingers trembled slightly.

"Well, I got it, I'll go now." The emperor stood up, looked at the strands of light entering the room from the colorful glass windows, and sighed: "Wars have never stopped, not in the past, not now, in the future... in the future." thing, who knows?"

"By the way, have you notified the Magic Guild?" The emperor suddenly asked about this matter as he walked through the long corridor with his leather boots on the soft carpet.

The magic guild is not the magic church. The magic guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Academy of Wizardry, and is directly under the imperial emperor. The leader of the magic guild is the chief wizard of the empire. The current chief wizard is Senus Gehrman. A great wizard of the fire department, his strength is unfathomable. Many people say that he has advanced to the sanctuary, but no one dares to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, Your Excellency Gehrman is already on his way to the palace." The attendant replied.

"Gert also called, and I want to see him after the meeting is over," the emperor added.

"Understood." A servant walked away quickly.

The Imperial Parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not that big. The house located inside the Imperial Palace occupies a smaller area than imagined. It is just an independent large courtyard and a three-story mansion. There are five steps inside the courtyard. On the post, ten steps and one sentry, the battle court guards with golden body and armor, holding hammers and swords, watched for any possible troubles.

Karl Franz signaled his guards to back away, and he gently pushed open the door. All the imperial electors were already seated, even the Brescia elector—this boy who was only a teenager and not even a man Looking around cautiously, there are not many people in the parliament hall, and there is only one courtier standing behind each elector. The hall is not narrow, and many electors are even enjoying drinks and snacks.

However, the atmosphere in it is suffocating.

The kingdom of the human empire has been passed down to this day. Only four of the twelve Carolingian knights from the founding of Charlemagne have passed down to the present. The rest of the electors are military nobles entrusted after Ludwig. Every elector is a powerful man with outstanding military exploits and a powerful power. Their terrifying aura makes this hall airtight. Throw it away and run away quickly.

In addition, the archbishop of the Justice Church, Fukmar-Beckman, is resting with his eyes closed, and the archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing with the Elector Manfred of Wollrich about the further improvement of grain seeds, while the archbishop of the Church of Magic The archbishop looked at his gemstone ring, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing the emperor pushing the door, all the electors stood up and motioned for everyone to sit down, and Karl Franz motioned for everyone to sit down: "Gentlemen, there are two things that need to be discussed with you when the parliament is held today."

"Please speak directly, Your Majesty." The speaker was Roland Otto Fechenbach, the Elector of Altdorf, whose daughter Helena is the emperor's wife. However, everyone in the know knows that he is about to turn a hundred years old. As a direct descendant of the twelve Carolingian knights and the emperor's father-in-law, he has reason to ask.

"The first thing is very simple. This is a letter from the high elf Phoenix King Tyrion." The emperor walked to the throne and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.

"What did you say in the long-eared letter?" It was Umberto Corleone, the Elector of the Empire Tuscany "Lion of the Sun", the brown-haired, bearded Elector. He is over two hundred and seventy years old. He is the only legendary human hero who has been the elector before the Great Holy War and is still the elector. He is a strong man in the sanctuary. He was the first The great nobles who responded, the candidate not only handed over all the military power, but also went to the battlefield in person. In the Battle of Fasha, he killed two demon princes by himself.

"The envoy from Ulthuan brought greetings from the Phoenix King, and at the same time, he made a small 'request'." With an unstoppable sarcasm on his face, the emperor handed the letter to the attendant, The attendant delivered the letter to Umberto.

"Hmph!" After only a few glances, Umberto slammed the table fiercely: "Too much deceit! What do these pointy ears want?! They want the right to elect the emperor!"

Wow! The whole council hall was like boiling oil in a hot pan, and there was a loud noise.

"Never allowed! Human affairs should be resolved within humans!"

"There has never been a precedent for foreign races to interfere in the internal affairs of the human empire! I do not agree!"

"impossible!"

"The emperor of the human empire should be elected by humans!"

The electors were excited and roared that there was absolutely no reason for the high elves to participate in the affairs of the empire.

Karl Franz once again signaled everyone to be quiet: "Then gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is passed."

Then, the emperor sat in his seat, watching the heated discussions among the candidates with cold eyes. However, except for the Archbishop of the Magic Church who said nothing, almost everyone expressed that it was absolutely impossible to accept such excessive demands.

Karl Franz thought that as long as the candidates had a normal mind, it would be impossible for them to agree to such humiliating and humiliating regulations. Even if Tyrion promised later in the letter that if the proposal passed, the high elves would be willing to share more mysteries of magic and technology. no.

But the Elector of Brescia is still a child, what would he think? The Emperor noticed that the Elector of Brescia was whispering to the courtiers behind him.

"How do I do it?" the boy, Gianni Bernardino, asked cautiously to his courtier.

"You should vote no, my lord."

Ten minutes later, the emperor signaled for a vote to begin.

Fourteen votes against, with one abstention.

The one who abstained was the archbishop of the Magic Church. The emperor was not surprised by this. The Magic Church hoped to learn more magic mysteries from the high elves. Being able to abstain from voting was already a concession from the Magic Church.

"Okay, then this matter was rejected by the Imperial Council." Karl Franz nodded, and the result did not surprise him at all: "Then, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "Fortress Storm was broken by the northern barbarians, and none of the 2,000 defenders survived! About 4,000 barbarian troops rushed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord asked us for help!"