Chapter 452, Captured Another Traitor

Morgiana's room is of course the best room in the monastery, but the things inside are very simple, almost exactly the same as Ryan's tent, a bed, a cabinet, and a decaying wooden table with candles on it. Morgiana was writing, a quill in an inkwell.

A black magic book has been purified by the divine power of the lake fairy guided by Morgiana. This book is sealed in holy water and fixed with some kind of magic spell. The cover of the book says Heinrich Keim Le, obviously this is Kemler's magic book or work notes. Ryan poked his head over it with interest, but he didn't intend to delve into it: "I thought you would go to the victory banquet, my lord."

Long bright golden silky hair fell from Morgiana's shoulders. The Witch of the Lake cast a spell on the door of the room when she saw Ryan coming in. Hearing what Ryan said, the Witch of the Lake frowned, her tone was very cold : "Can they celebrate like that if I'm there?"

"...It seems to be the same." Ryan thought for a while, and he smiled helplessly. What Morgiana said was right, Francois could celebrate with his subordinates to his heart's content, but once Morgiana appeared, the atmosphere would definitely turn cold immediately .

"The smell of alcohol on you is so strong..." The Lake God Witch had a disgusted expression on her goose-egg-like face, and she motioned for Ryan to sit down: "Forget it, this big victory is very good, very good, sit down."

"Well, what's the matter?" Ryan also knew that he had a big drink, so he sat down directly and said straight to the point.

Morgiana first looked in the direction of the door, then checked the window, and after confirming that there was no problem, the coldness on her face gradually melted away. Today, the Lake God Witch is wearing a fairy purple sweet taro velvet threaded silk dress and a white She let her expression slightly relax, sat on her bed, and took off the high heels: "I have something to ask for your opinion, Ryan, regarding Theodoric's mitigation of punishment, you What do you think?"

A pair of hazy calves were exposed under the long skirt. Morgiana was wearing flesh-colored stockings today. A pair of stockings stretched forward slightly. The stockings at the ankle had a thin wrinkle, which seemed vague and crystal clear. Her jade feet were wrapped in silk stockings, like white jade polished by tulle, and her toenails were painted with pink nail polish, neatly put together, shaking gently in front of Ryan's eyes.

Ryan touched his chin, he thought for a while and said, "So, you plan to reduce some punishment for Duke Theodoric?"

"It must be reduced. In any case, Theodoric has played an exemplary role in this war. This is not his war, but he still participates in the war. The war does not require him to fight in person, but he I still tried my best to attack Kemler and almost died in battle." Morgiana said to Ryan: "Because of emotion and reason, I have to express myself."

"So... acquitted?" Ryan said with a smile.

"That's not the case, but I plan to let him continue to think behind closed doors for one to two years. After the expiration, he can return to the Principality of Berleon and continue to be his Duke. The rules are the rules." Mogiana sat on the soft bed , asked: "What's your opinion?"

"Duke Theodoric's support is generally speculative, but we cannot deny his efforts. His personal morality is one aspect, and his bravery and fearlessness in war is another aspect." Ryan After thinking for a while, he still said: "In this case, the sentence should be suspended for two years."

"However, the knights of the kingdom still hold a huge prejudice against Theodoric. After the judgment of Theodoric,

Many knights of the Duchy of Berleon expressed dissatisfaction with my sentence, and some dukes also believed that Theodoric deserved a heavier punishment and should even abdicate. "Mogiana expressed her concerns. Obviously, public opinion is not on the side of commuting the sentence. Many people think that if Theodoric is released in this way, it will be a matter of time before he commits another crime.

Ryan shook his head: "Mogiana, you can't think like that."

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand and grabbed Morgana's little hand, explaining the problem to her.

Rules are rules. The witch of the lake made Duke Theodoric go to the monastery in Bastogne to contemplate behind closed doors. On the one hand, it was a kind of protection to keep him away from the original life and political vortex. On the other hand, it also made him vigilant and redeemed. It is also a punishment.

Leaving aside whether Theodoric himself really repented of this, Ryan also doubts that he did not, but his act of atonement was successful and worthy of appreciation, which is in line with the spirit of sacrifice and honor in chivalry.

He successfully turned the tide of the battle, and was almost hacked to death by Gul. In order to atone for his sin, he risked his life to lead the charge.

This is what Theodoric wanted, and he did it, so Morgiana must consider reducing the punishment.

Ryan had seen many "cloud judges" in his previous life. When he saw a case, he came to a "cloud trial" out of righteous indignation. If he opened his mouth, he would be sentenced to death.

Or it is all kinds of extrajudicial favors and sympathy to find reasons, excuses, and wish to be acquitted.

Every time I see him, I find it ridiculous. This is more like a country's former samurai believed in making a mistake. If it is lighter, it will be over with an apology.

So is that justice?

Hehe, that was venting.

"Well...then I understand, let's make the judgment like this." Mogiana nodded, and she continued: "Second question, do you really plan to hand over the Blackstone stronghold to those dwarves?"

"Is there any other way?" Ryan smiled: "Or are you willing to continue to be occupied by vampires? Or green skins?"

"How about our garrison at the Blackstone stronghold?" Morgiana also felt a headache about this.

"How to garrison? Garrison 300 people? Have to transport rations for 1,000 people each time? Can 300 people hold such a large stronghold under the attack of greenskins and bandits?" Ryan shook his head: "For now, let Baylor It is more appropriate for Jia and his people to have a stronghold than for us to forcefully occupy a mountain castle."

"Since you insist, let's do this." Morgiana obviously had her own thoughts on this issue, but the lake goddess chose to back down this time: "What will the dwarves want from the kingdom?"

"Food." Ryan crossed his arms and leaned back on the back of the chair: "The main problem is food. The dwarves have a lot of food, and the food output in the mountains is small. Bellega has already planned to write a letter to call all his people to the Blackstone stronghold. To reunite and resume production, the main problem is food."

"The problem of food is easy to solve, just trade." Mogiana immediately raised a new question: "Besides, we also need to respond to his call and launch a war of chivalry... When is he going to ?”

"At least wait until he gathers all his people, completes training and reorganization, builds enough weapons, and prepares for the expedition." Ryan smiled: "This battle, Francois's army and I also paid It’s not a small price, let’s take a full two or three years off first.”

"Well, I see, when you think the time is right, just tell me, I will launch a knightly war order to the whole country in the name of a lady, and call on the knights to join the expeditionary force to the Eight Peaks Mountain. After leaving us, the knights will definitely repay us." Seeing that several things had been discussed, Morgiana began to focus on other things: "It smells so heavy, you go take a bath first Come again, I will accompany you tonight."

"But..." Ryan's face was a bit tangled, and he knew it.

"There's nothing else to do. Go and wash yourself before coming here. I'll wait for you here." Seeing that Ryan was still a little hesitant and entangled, the Lake Goddess Witch blushed and whispered in Ryan's ear: "You didn't Say you want to try again with me... I've washed it all, go ahead."

"Oh oh oh!" Ryan's eyes flashed green.

……… I am the dividing line with green eyes………

After a day's rest, the knightly army began to return.

"Brother Ryan... Sometimes we dwarves really envy humans who can ride horses." Belega, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, sat on the front of the carriage, drinking Bagman beer, and said to Ryan beside him: "Because of some well-known Because of this, it was very difficult for us to ride the ride.”

"Hehehe~" Ryan, with a red face and a cheerful expression, had a smile on his face, and he responded casually: "I heard when I was in the empire that the earliest dwarves got along well with the humans in Avi Well, because the dwarves need cavalry, and the people of the Averland need weapons and armor."

"That's right, before Charlemagne established his empire, several dwarf clans located in the Roof of the World and the Black Mountains had traded with humans. The temper of the people is as straightforward and enthusiastic as that of the dwarves, and Avelling is a great plain rich in food and high-quality horses, but... Let me say that the quality of Avelling's horses is still far behind your war horses... In short, Since then, dwarves and humans have had a relatively solid trade relationship. We need human food and cavalry, and humans need our weapons and armor." Bellega was in a good mood, and he took the opportunity to say: "I want to rebuild the Black Stone Stronghold, we need a lot of food support, and I will entrust this to you."

"We will support you with some food first, and when everything is on the right track, our trade will solve the food problem." Ryan nodded, this is to negotiate conditions.

"We still need some manpower, and my clan also needs you to provide a lot of carriages, meat, and fresh vegetables." Bellega continued: "As a price, we will help you train qualified engineers and craftsmen... who can learn Learn as much as you can."

"Can."

Outside the carriage, Ryan and Bellegar were bargaining. Inside the carriage, the Witch of the Lake and Veronica were lying on the rickety cot. Morgiana buried her head in the pillow with a flushed face, her back and forth were sore, and her whole body was limp. , unable to move.

Veronica was in a similar state, and Witch Jialan had already fallen asleep.

Morgiana gritted her teeth secretly, thinking that the bastard Ryan didn't know how to be gentle, and excitedly tossed her to death, so that now she could only lie on her stomach, unable to move.

On the other hand, the witch of the lake god felt refreshed physically and mentally, her face was radiant, and her face was supple. She felt very satisfied when she felt the soft blankets and cushions under her body.

Morgiana's magic power has gradually recovered, and her next step is to find the holy grail of medicine, and her power will completely return.

Now is the time to lie dormant and bide your time.

The army continued on its way back.

At the same time, outside the endless warp storm, the main material universe, the holy Terra, the palace, the throne room.

With the same familiar sounds of ozone crackling and various wire currents, Magnus the Thousand Son Primarch Magnus on the Golden Throne was reading a book, laughing endlessly as he read.

"Citizen! The Emperor needs you!"

"It is a great honor to serve the Empire!"

"The Emperor knows everything! The Emperor is watching!"

"Only death is the end of duty!"

"Better to die for than to live!"

"Know heretics, kill heretics!"

"Follow without hesitation!"

"Fear Shakes Faith!"

"A true citizen of the Empire never doubts!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~" Magnus' wild laughter echoed throughout the throne room, until a thought blow hit him on the forehead, Magnus screamed, and he complained Said: "Father! Isn't this a good thing that bastard did? Why are you beating me?"

Not far from the Golden Throne, a demon prince is sealed in an instrument used to seal the star god. The lord of humanity and Raven Guard Primarch Clarkson checked the stability of the instrument and heard Magnus calling , the emperor did not respond, Clarkson turned his head and shouted at Magnus: "Shut up... Magnus, if you don't want me to do what I did to Lorgar on yours Repeat the words on your body."

"Hmph! Damn Clarkson, an albino, you know how to threaten me!" Magnus's voice was much quieter, and he continued to read the book bravely, muttering: "Lorgar's problem is not the same as mine. Same, he is much easier to deal with."

Prior to this, the Emperor led the Custodian and the Raven Guard Primarch Clarkson to launch a surprise attack on the Eye of Terror, with the purpose of capturing Lorgar, the traitorous and corrupt Primarch of the Word Bearers.

The process went smoothly beyond imagination. Lorgar was surprised to see Clarkson appearing in front of him. Afterwards, the Primarch of the Word Bearers was beaten up by the Primarch of the Raven Guard in front of all his children. Fighting back, Luo Jia, who was knocked out, was directly dragged out of the Eye of Terror, and locked in the instrument of the ancient sage who sealed the Star God.

"Father, what should we do next? To this traitor?" Clarkson hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Jonson is fighting at Armageddon, and Guilliman is on the Imperial Expedition."

"You and I go to find Ryan and purify Lorgar." The emperor was silent for a while, and some sparks flashed in his eyes: "By the way, it's time to see Ryan's wife and contact the servant of the Old Sage Fulgrim."

"yes!"