Chapter 453, Conception of Dwarf Trading Station

When Ryan led the army to bid farewell to Francois and returned to the Earl of Glamorgan, it was already winter.

It started to snow again, and Ryan suddenly realized that he was almost thirty-two years old. He smiled self-deprecatingly. Time really flies. When he set off from Nord, he was only twenty-four years old, a knight, and now Already about thirty-two years old, is the earl.

After returning to the territory, the army was disbanded, military pay and pensions were distributed, and each went home for the Winter Veil Festival. The casualty rate of Ryan's army was about 25%, which was barely acceptable, but it needed some time to replenish and rest.

One day in winter, Ryan invited Bellega to the winery as a guest. The two sat in the restaurant drinking and chatting by the way. Bellega was holding a beer glass, and there was a plate of roast leg of lamb on the table, and they started eating.

"Oh, it's snowing, I like snowy weather, so I can hide in my house and drink hot beer." Bellegar stroked his white beard: "Brother Ryan, any place in your territory is good , but one thing is not good enough.”

"Where is it not good enough?" Ryan thought to himself when will you stop drinking beer?

The dwarves always drink beer as water, which is similar to the freemen in the city. The new freemen are no longer satisfied with drinking inferior Breton ale and eating black bread like serfs. The daily food is beer (produced in the empire) + whole wheat bread + vegetables + fruits.

After some people were promoted to freemen, their desire and ambition to continue to advance also expanded accordingly. Now the Green Arrow Bertrand has been conferred the title of lord, and enjoying the title of jazz will make these freemen fanatical for a long time , Ryan also had to think about how to properly guide this frenzy.

"It would be great if there were mountains in your territory, Brother Ryan, you have to know that many dwarves have not adapted to living under the sky until now. It was too high and too far that day, and we were all worried about falling into it." Belgar muttered: "You have to be thankful that our Angrund clan is used to wandering outside, so we are quite used to living on the plains. Many bearded people in Karak-Iron Peak Castle and Karaz-a-Karak are not used to leaving until now mountains."

"So that's the case." Ryan nodded, and he said with a smile: "I heard that the dwarves here in the Gray Mountains are better."

"That's true. The dwarves of Rorek-Granite Hand and Windbreeze have been in contact with humans all year round, and they are very used to going out to trade all day long. Generally speaking, there are many clans among the dwarves, and there are many differences, such as Stromgarde. The Engineers Association is the most radical among all dwarf engineers, for example, Iron Peak Castle and Horn Fort are still unwilling to popularize firearms." Bellegar continued: "There is also the old stubborn High King Thorgrim-Grudger."

"But I remember that old stubborn in your mouth helped you with all your strength when you attacked Bafeng Mountain for the second time." Ryan said with a smile.

"...I admit that I did it wrong." Bellegar suddenly blushed, and he said shyly: "At that time, I asked Thor Green for help, hoping that he would help me regain Eight Peaks Mountain. Thor Green agreed at the beginning. At my request, he sent an army of ten thousand dwarves to my aid."

"Ten thousand people..." Ryan swallowed.

Don't underestimate the 10,000 dwarves, for the dwarves, 10,000 people are already a real army.

When he was reporting as a White Wolf Knight in White Wolf City, he once heard from the dwarves there that the entire dwarf clan now has a population of less than 600,000. lark,

When this High King Thorgreen succeeded to the throne, there were about 110,000 to 20,000.

The Great Holy War ended, the previous Dwarf High King abdicated, and the new High King Thorgrim vigorously encouraged fertility after he succeeded to the throne, and established a very good relationship with humans. The Eternal Peak trade flourished and recuperated.

One hundred and sixty years have passed, and humans can increase their population by more than six or seven times in such a long period of time. What about the dwarves?

There are now about 150,000 to 60,000 dwarves in the Eternal Peak.

"Ah, 10,000 people, we formed a coalition and attacked Bafeng Mountain for the second time. Originally, Sol Green agreed with him to lure the enemy, and I went to attack the main castle of Bafeng Mountain... In fact, I did that, but the problem is ...Solgrin met Skarsnik's main army, and I faced some of Skarsnik's subordinate tribes." Bellegar blushed rarely when talking about this incident: "I will take over soon. There is a signal for help from Thorgreen...but I think I can take the main castle..."

Hey Hey hey! That is to say, you borrowed a huge reinforcement from the High King, and the High King personally acted as a bait for you. As a result, Belgar sold the High King and his army when he saw the hope of conquering the main castle? !

The muscles on Ryan's face twitched.

"After fighting hard all day and night, I finally conquered the main castle of Eight Peaks Mountain, and destroyed the greenskin offensive and stone statues, but Thorgrim couldn't hold on anymore, and he was forced to retreat. I immediately realized that my army and I had no The ability to resist Skarsnik’s return aid, so I can only order the corpses of the clansmen and soldiers to be buried hastily, and withdraw before the entire army is wiped out.” Bellega’s face was full of shame: “This is how far I am from recovering. The most recent time in Bafeng Mountain, after the withdrawal of troops, Thorgreen, who was extremely angry, cut off the food supply to our clan, and scolded me for treachery, and would no longer support my soldiers, I messed up the matter."

"Then I hope you don't sell me too." Ryan joked, and he picked up his glass.

"I definitely won't, I swear in the name of Eight Peaks Mountain!" Bellega said anxiously after hearing Ryan's words: "Brother Ryan, you can't break your oath!"

"I will not break my oath, and I hope my dwarf friends will not break the oath of the alliance." Ryan stretched out his fist: "We need to respect each other."

"Hey, I like you like this." Bellega stretched out his fist and punched Ryan with some effort. The King of Eight Peaks drank the beer in the glass, and then stretched out his hand rather arrogantly to signal the waiter beside him to refill.

The little maid Emilia standing behind Belega immediately stepped forward to help Belega fill up the beer. When winter came, the little maid also changed into a thick long maid skirt and a fox fur cotton jacket, which was beautiful and moving. Emilia smiled sweetly, and Bellegar also said a rare thank you.

Not far away, Queen Komanik of Belegar is taking his son to have a meal with Surya. After the living conditions improved, the people of Belegar no longer starved, and Suria even entrusted The rune blacksmith Deron Feinson created a set of gold jewelry for Komanek, and the proud Bellega didn't say anything, but was very grateful in his heart.

Both Brother Lane and his wife Mrs Suria are friends of mine.

"Brother Ryan, we still rely on you for our food, but this is not a long-term solution." Bellega mentioned his concerns: "The Blackstone stronghold still needs a sufficient and stable supply of food, and we can't completely rely on trade and transportation Bar?"

"This is indeed a problem, but... I already have a solution." Ryan took out a map, and he said in standard dwarf language: "Come, King Belegar, look here."

A roll of maps was laid out on one side of the table, and Ryan pointed his finger near the Blackstone stronghold: "Actually, near the Blackstone stronghold, at the foot of the Gray Mountains and on the Grace Murray River, there is a piece of fertile land , Unfortunately, it is too close to the Blackstone stronghold, and no one dares to settle there due to security issues, so it is all wasteland."

"Now that we have recovered the Blackstone stronghold, we only need a few outposts, and we can put this land under the protection of the dwarves, but...Brother Ryan, the dwarves are not a race that is good at planting." Bellegar first thought Moved, but then he expressed the difficulty: "We don't have enough manpower, and it takes a lot of manpower to rebuild a dwarf city."

"I know this. This problem is easy to solve. This piece of land is the land of the Principality of Gisole Oaks, but now Duke Hagen is in a state of desperation. Kemmler and his Tomb Legion have almost razed the entire southern part of the Principality of Gisole Oaks to rubble. , we only need to propose the establishment of a trading post, a trading post that sells goods and connects the north and the south. The north is connected to the Pale Sisters Mountains, and the south is through Montfort. The dwarves are willing to cooperate with humans to establish a trade market and gradually develop into a trade town. Duke Hagen can't find a reason to refuse." Ryan showed a mean smile: "And this wasteland is located under the Blackstone stronghold, and the mountain road is repaired, and it only takes less than a day to reach the Blackstone stronghold .”

"Farming nearby, convenient transportation, um...very good, it's just that you make people uncomfortable when you smile, Granny, human beings are always so unpleasant, they are as cunning as pointy ears." Bellega had to admit that Ryan was right. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain touched his beard, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "But what about the manpower? After several years of war in Britannia, the population has also decreased. Right? Where do we get so many people to farm the land?"

"It's someone's." Ryan smiled wickedly, and he pointed his fingers at some mountainsides and foothills near the Blackstone stronghold: "There are many rebellious serfs there! They are all fresh labor, and the land in these places The place is too steep for the knights to attack, and Duke Hagen needs the help of the dwarves, King Belegard."

"very good!"

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After receiving the invitation and proposal from Ryan and Bellegar, although the time was approaching the Winter Veil Festival, Hagen, Duke of Gisole Oaks, chose to rush to the Earl of Glamorgan.

The situation is stronger than the people. Tens of thousands of people were killed in Kemler's attack on the Principality of Gisoleochs, dozens of villages were destroyed, and the situation in the entire Principality was in chaos. The ruins and ruins, as well as the refugees fleeing in the wilderness, were left to Duke Hagen. Although Kemler was defeated in the end, the scars left by him would not be healed for a while.

Due to lack of food, the consequences of the serf riots in the past few years began to appear. When Duke Hagen returned to the territory, he found that things had gotten out of control. Food was robbed, bandits were rampant, and hungry victims were everywhere. The town was like Meat barrels filled with dying refugees one after another, and the successive rebellions of the serfs made Duke Hagen very anxious, but he himself was not a very capable ruler.

He is a Holy Grail Knight who lives in the capital city of Courona all the year round and rarely returns to his duchy. The fairy prays, and usually seldom manages the affairs of the principality.

It’s just that he can’t do it now. The southern part of the principality needs to be rebuilt, the victims need to be resettled, and the rebellion needs to be quelled. Duke Hagen, who is not good at internal affairs, is one head and two big in the face of a mess. He has a headache how to deal with those rebellions serf.

Suppress? Those serfs are all his property! Furthermore, the serfs hid in the mountains, and the cost of suppressing bandits was astonishingly high, and the knights were not good at fighting in the mountains.

caress? Where does food come from? How to arrange it?

After getting the letter from Ryan, he decided to bring Count Jean-Harlan to Ryan. The dwarves planned to establish a trading post in the Principality of Gisole Oaks, which is a brand new growth point for trade! No matter how dull Duke Hagen was, he knew that this would be an opportunity for the Principality to develop, resume production, and resettle the victims.

Outside the castle, in the wind and snow, the Ryans went out to greet the Duke of Hagen and his entourage in person. The Earl of Glamorgan put his arms around his wife's waist and kissed Suria's delicate and smooth face. He took a sip: "My lady~ I always thought that the Duke of Hagen was not the Holy Grail Knight..."

"Lian~Duke Hagen just rarely leaves Courona, so the sense of presence is relatively low." Suria pushed Ryan's hand away with some blame. The female knight is not used to doing such intimate behaviors in public. The guy just wanted to see her shy expression: "The Duke of Hagen is upright and powerful. He just doesn't like to manage the affairs of the principality. Except for major events, he basically lives in Korona, praying and practicing penance in the Cathedral of the Holy Grail."

A crimson velvet coat with four strips of ermine on the hat. There is a gold ring on the crown, which is decorated with 8 red gold leaves. Hagen, the Duke of Gisoleaux, hurried to the castle of Ryan with more than 20 entourages. Seeing this, Ryan immediately stood up to show respect to the Duke: "Your Excellency, Duke Hagen, welcome to Glamorgan."

"Hi, Your Excellency Earl Ryan, Madam Suria, on behalf of the Principality of Gisole Oaks, I would like to thank you for your help to the entire country in the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold and the Battle of La-Messenelle Monastery. Without you and The efforts of François, Kemmler and his Tomb Legion will bring serious disaster to this country." Hagen replied politely.

The Duke of Guisoleaux looks like a man in his thirties, with a mustache, a simple face, and a strong figure. He and François are of the same age. The youngest duke in Brittania is Palaon Duke Casvann is in his forties this year.

After a few simple greetings, Ryan has already set up a banquet in the winery, but it is obvious that Duke Hagen has no intention of eating and drinking. After filling his stomach a little, Hagen couldn't wait to ask: "The dwarf is going to be in my dukedom. Establish a trading post? And help me suppress the rebellion?"

"Well, Your Excellency Hagen, as you know, the Blackstone Stronghold is not far from Gisole Oaks. King Belega needs enough food supplies..."

"Where is King Belgar? I want to meet him!"