Ollie, Camille, are you two packed? ”

Standing outside the maid's bedroom where Ollie and Camille lived, Lottie yelled at the two in the room as she straightened out her black silk burqa.

With the sound of the door opening from the inside, Ollie and Camille came out one after the other. Dressed in a black cotton and linen shirt, with a thick cotton jacket inside, he was muttering and cute.

Puff~

Seeing the two girls in front of her wrapping themselves tightly, Lottie couldn't help but laugh out loud and covered her mouth with her hands.

Ollie bowed her head shyly, and Camille grinned.

"Okay, okay, don't delay any longer, it's rude to be late."

As she spoke, Lottie rolled up her skirt and headed downstairs, followed by Ollie and Camille.

"George, remember what your mother told you last night?"

On the first floor of the Wooden Castle Lord Hall, Lottie, who had just come downstairs, walked up to Little George, who was playing with the puppet, and squatted down and put his hands on Little George's shoulders.

"Mother, I remember, I'm sure I won't speak loudly."

Little George's eyes were fixed on Lottie, his face flushed from the cold.

"My good boy."

Lottie covered little George's face with both hands and kissed him on the forehead.

"Let's go, kids."

Immediately, Lottie took little George's hand and sat in the carriage that had been waiting outside the door for a long time, accompanied by Ollie and Camille. The group walked in the direction of the village of Gujiandi.

A few days ago, the civil administration held a meeting and decided to place the ashes of the soldiers who died in the battle of the successor with the peasant soldiers who had died in the battle of the valley guard. And engrave their names on tombstones for people to pay homage and remember.

In addition, Father Hamish will pray as a representative of the Church for the souls of these warriors who have unfortunately died, hoping that their souls will ascend to Heaven and continue to serve by the Emperor.

In an uncultivated wasteland near the village of the valley, the dry weeds fluttered and whirred in the wind on the graves of the people who had left to guard the valley months ago. The names of the tombstones that record the lives that have passed away have gradually become obscured due to the wind and sun. At this time, next to this tombstone, there is a newly erected tombstone, facing the names of the soldiers who died in the battle of the next successor.

Legion of Wales Vice-Changus stood in front of the massive tomb with other officers and soldiers, his right hand holding his military cap, standing upright. Lunicion, who had just handed over the defense of Tignats to Company Commander Wall, also returned to the valley before the prayer ceremony and stood at the front of the line.

To the right of the army were Lottie, Countess of Wales, and the Earl's only son, George Jr., and the maids, Ollie and Camille. Next to them were the civil affairs officials and their officials. After recovering from his injury, Scott stood by the civil affairs chief Cooper, and behind him were his wife Emma, Ron and Camille's mother. Many of the people who came spontaneously in the valley were behind the civil officials, and the surrounding open spaces were crowded with people who had come to pray.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Hamish, the priest of the valley, who was standing in front of the crowd, glanced at Cooper, who nodded and signaled that the prayer service could begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Hamish began, "we are all gathered here today to pray for the souls of the soldiers and the people who have died in this war, that their souls may be redeemed by the Emperor and return to my lord. ”

"It is precisely because of these people's lives that they defeated those demons in exchange for peace on earth and justice to be served."

“…… Let us pray for these undead in the name of the loyal servants of the Emperor that their souls may rest in eternal peace~"

"Amen~"

"Amen~"

On the second day, after the arrangement of the civil administration, the officials went to the homes of the soldiers who died with condolences and some daily necessities to express their concern for the families.

Legionnaires who were able to return home to see their loved ones on Humo Day were also seen in villages such as the Valley's Wooden Fort and the Valley Fields.

In the fields, the legionnaires, stripped of their uniforms, now look like young peasants. Help your family plough the land that has already been harvested, and plant the seeds when the next spring flowers bloom to start a new round of work.

In the tavern of Emma, the wooden fort of the valley, the tavern gradually became lively as more and more soldiers returned home to visit relatives.

"Ms. Emma, bring us another barrel of beer."

Emma, who was busy in the kitchen at the back, quickly put down her work and walked outside with a large bucket of beer.

"Here comes the wine you wanted."

Emma placed the beer on the table and watched the legionnaires talk happily when a sour nose hit her—she remembered her son, who had not yet returned home.

"Lady Emma, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Emma's face suddenly darkened, a soldier asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing."

Emma quickly wiped her nose.

"Hey, you kid can't even see that. Miss Emma must be thinking about Chief Ron. ”

The other soldier spoke, and the others fell silent and slowly put down the food in their hands.

"You bastard, you can't open any pot. Chief Ron had just gone to Besançon with the adults, and was back soon. ”

The soldier turned to Emma and said, "Lady Emma, Chief Ron is now the right-hand man of the adults, and we don't have that chance to follow the adults." You say, "Oh, don't you?" ”

"yes, yes~"

When she heard that her son was so promising, Emma's face smiled.

"You're all good brothers to Ron, I'll give you a drink for free. I'll get you some more stew~"

Emma turned and opened the curtain of the back kitchen and walked in......

In the barracks of the soldiers of the Beiguan Military Fort, Bury lay alone in bed, wrapped in a thick cotton and linen quilt, his eyes fixed on the roof and did not move.

The soldiers in the battalion took advantage of the rest day to return home to reunite with their relatives, or ran to the tavern in groups to drink and chat. It's not that they deliberately snubbed Bury, he was unmoved after calling him a few times, and everyone didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore. The guy had rarely spoken since his return to the valley, and was often left alone in a daze.

"Burry!"

Squadron Leader Hans's voice suddenly came from outside the tent, and Burry hurriedly buried his head in the quilt.

"Bury! Bury! ”

Hans came in and saw Burry still nestled in bed, and went to push a few handfuls of Burry, who was wrapped tightly.

"You bastard, what's going on lately. I told you not to drink, and not even to look for a woman. ”

Hans stood on tiptoe and sat down on the bed beside Burry.

"Well, I've heard that fat woman who has a crush on you in Tanimachi is asking about you. You don't go and look at people. ”

Hans threw a pea into his mouth and chewed it, crunching.

"Don't go!"

Bury made a dull sound through the quilt.

"You kid, you're still haunted by those words from Chief Rig."

Hans said with his mouth cocked, untied the naan at his waist, pulled out the plug with his mouth, and poured two sips.

"Ah, good wine."

Suddenly, Burry poked his head out and sniffed with his nose.

"What does it smell like? Wine of the valley~"

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Bury jerked himself up, snatched Hans's naan from his hand, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

"Hey, you bastard, leave me some."

Hans got up and snatched the naan back, and quickly plugged it with a stopper.

"This is a good wine I personally bought at Emma's tavern, and you have to drink it yourself."

Seeing Hans hugging the wine naan to death, Burry suddenly smiled and said, "Hans, we two are good brothers, how can you drink such a good wine yourself?" ”

"It's okay to drink, but you'll have to tell me why you've been in this state lately. If you don't talk or drink, you always stay by yourself, and everyone thinks you're sick. ”

Hans stared at Burry, expecting an answer from his mouth. Burry wiped a handful of juice from the corner of his mouth, lifted the quilt and got up.

"You're right, I'm just thinking about getting promoted."

"Did you come up with something?"

Burry nodded, and continued, "You're right, I really should learn to learn about culture, and it's not a problem to mess around like this all the time. ”

When he heard that Burry had opened his mind, Hans was happy for him.

"That's right, that's what your Burry is supposed to do! Come, drink! ”

Burry took a sip and suddenly remembered the woman Hans had just mentioned.

"Hans, is it true that you said that the woman was inquiring about me?"

"What woman?"

"It's the one in the valley~"

"I really want to know?"

Hans swallowed the peas in his mouth with a sip of wine.

"Come, come~"

Bury leaned in closer.

"Lie to you, hahaha......"

"You bastard!"

Bury jumped out of bed barefoot and smashed the cowhide boots on the side of the bed at Hans who was running out~

In mid-January, after finishing his military affairs at the court, Art summoned Robert, who had come with him to Besançon, to his mansion in the south of the city.

“…… Robert, I'm about to go back to the valley, and I have something you need to take care of for you. ”

Art raised his glass and clinked glasses with Robert.

Robert's mind raced, desperate to know the intentions of the new Earl of Wales. As the bishop of the county of Tignaz, "this mission is not related to the church system in the province of Wales. Robert said silently.

Art took a sip of his wine and looked at Robert with interest, wondering if the wise man could know his intentions.

"Do you mean to ask me to come forward to Bishop Orlof and ask the province of Wales to form its own ecclesiastical system?"

Art smiled lightly and said, "Robert, I really didn't misunderstand you. ”

Robert stood up and saluted.

As the chaplain of the Wells Legion, Robert's main task was supposed to be to pray for the soldiers and relieve their psyche. But Artea used him as a think tank to give advice to himself. This was due in large part to Robert's superior wisdom and unconfined to the rigid dogma of the church. Of course, more importantly, he was the only one who was the leader of the horses, and he was loyal, and he was the right-hand man of Art in controlling the power of the church.

Robert has been following Art for a long time, and he is very clear about Art's thoughts. From the very beginning, this young and promising count was committed to freeing himself from the control and influence of the Church over his domain. The fact that I was invited to the valley as a priest is the best proof of this. Art is not a devout Christian, and certainly will not allow the power of the church to invade his territory. What he wants to do is to make the church serve him, not to submit to the emperor.

"I have already hinted to Bishop Orlof that you should go to the church with the consecration of fifty thousand pfennighs to find him. I have only one request, and that is that the church system in Wales be formed by ourselves, and then submitted to Bishop Orlof for approval. ”

As a member of the clergy for many years, Robert had never seen an earl with such a thorough ability, capable of breaking free from the control of the church, or being influenced by the church as little as possible. In his opinion, the new earl in front of him is not small.

"I will do my best to do what the adults arrange."

Robert agreed.

"Don't worry, after the matter is completed, the position of "Provincial Bishop" of Wales Province will be yours~"

Ate emphasized the word "provincial bishop" and bought the hearts and minds of the people with the status of bishop that every clergyman coveted.

"Big~My lord, are you serious?"

Robert was so excited that he almost couldn't speak, and his expression was almost distorted.

"Why, don't you believe the words of my dignified Earl of Wales?"

"No, no, no, my lord, no~ Lord Earl, I believe it! I believe it! ”

On the second day, Robert went to Besançon Cathedral with 50,000 pfennigs of goods at the behest of Arte, accompanied by several guards and clergy~

The night before returning to the valley, Art ordered the servants in the palace to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

As a military lieutenant at the court, Yat spent more than a month dealing with high-ranking officers who had previously belonged to the Midsummer Legion. These people were all Flender's confidants and favorite generals in the battle of the successors, and they were also the upstarts of the palace canonization. Art, who is also an upstart, intends to woo them so that there will be a need in the future. The mansion of these people is also a place where Art has often walked around in recent days, in order to establish his own connections and establish good relationships for future expansion.

In the evening, accompanied by personal guards, guests from all walks of life entered the luxurious mansion of the Earl of Wales, a military lieutenant of the court, in the south of Besançon.

Among those invited were the commander of the Northern Frontier Legion and the Earl of Longxia and his principal officers, the captain and principal generals of the Court Guards Legion, including Sir David, an old friend of Arte, who currently holds the position of company commander in the Guards Legion.

When everyone arrived, a grand banquet began.

"Everyone!"

Art, who was sitting at the head of the hall of the mansion, stood up and spoke.

"Today, I will prepare a little wine and invite everyone to come to the house. There is only one purpose, and that is that I am about to return to the valley and run my own territory. Therefore, in the future, there will be fewer opportunities to catch up with all the important ministers of the Hou State here. Today, let's take this opportunity to have a drink and not get drunk! ”

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

Everyone then stood up and raised their glasses and drank them all.

At the banquet, Art, accompanied by Ron, clinked glasses to the officers attending the banquet in turn, as a gesture of friendship as a landlord.

"Count Art, why haven't I ever drunk this wine of yours? Even our midsummer wines can't catch you up. ”

Count Lonsummer's Crittiica looked at the wine in the glass, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and then drank it all.

"The Count of Creti has won the prize, and this is my own wine from the valley, named Wells wine. And the Welsh beer brewed in the valley, if you like it, I'll send someone to bring it to you when I get back to the valley. ”

Seeing that the wine from the valley was so popular, Yat simply sold it.

"Count Art, it's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

Seeing that Art was so generous, the others came over to ask for it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since everyone loves the Welsh wine of my valley so much, how about I give you ten barrels each!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Of course, Yat's wine will not be given away in vain. These people were all nouveau riche in the court, with their own domains, and they led a large number of people. Once the Welsh wine and Welsh beer have been spread by their mouth, they will not be able to sell them. Once the market is opened, other goods in the valley will be sold along the way. When the time comes, there will be a steady stream of gold coins flowing into Art's pocket......

The banquet lasted until late at night. After sending the guests away, Art also slept peacefully under the service of the servants.

On the afternoon of the second day, when everything was done, Art said goodbye to Bishop Orlov, left Besançon with satisfactory results, and went south......

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Chapter 475: The Banquet