Characters in this chapter: (Gyloronville), (Duke Harongoth), (Elliott), (Bob).

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Chapter 002: (Harungos)

The blood-red sunset slowly sank in the scattered clouds, and it cast a rose-colored slanting light on the surface of the Umeya River. The setting sun shimmered in the sky behind the team in the distance.

The sun went down on the other side of the oak tree, and the oblique light shone among the trees, and the leaves became bronze, and the sunlight under the trees spread there like a golden tablecloth, and the yellow-green fields in the distance gradually drowned in a vague silence.

A sturdy and huge castle stands on the heights of 'Black Kos', with a white banner fluttering in the wind, embroidered with a black eagle flying high in the wings. This banner is the coat of arms of the Harungus family, who rule the castle and the entire southern provinces.

The origin of this coat of arms can be traced back to 820 Calradia calendar, when Roddy Harongoth, the first head of the Harungus family. In the battle for the founding of the Karad Empire, he followed the lord of Paraven, Duke Brandon Hera, to conquer the Rhodoc region in the south.

After Duke Brandon died heroically in a military campaign to rescue a troubled Kaiser Wilhelm, the highly decorated and powerful Roddy Harrengus was appointed Duke of the South by William Augustus, the founding monarch of the Kallad Empire, and later renamed Duke of Rhodock.

Since then, the Harungus family has risen from an obscure knightly family to one of the five most powerful and prestigious families in the Kallad Empire. Its military strength was second only to that of the rulers of the empire, the Augustan royal family.

At that time, there were four other families in the ancient Karad Empire: the Augustus royal family, the ruler of the imperial city of [Sagoth], the Hera family, the lord of the knightly city [Paravon], the Claes family, the lord of the harbor giant city [Hatti], and the craggs family, the lord of the gem city [Suno].

The valiant and wise Duke Roddy Hallengoth was the most warlike field marshal of Kaiser Wilhelm. In recognition of Duke Harengoth's merits, the Emperor bestowed upon him the fertile land south of the Svadia Plain and built him a fortified castle on the heights of Hekos.

The castle is named after its owner's surname - [Harengosburg]. It is the most majestic and fortified castle in the entire territory of Svadia. In 1101 Carradia AD, during a war with the Rhodok rebels, the behemoth held out 50,000 Rhodok soldiers.

The fort was built primarily to monitor the mountain lords in the south, but also to reward the Harungas for their great contribution to the Karad Empire, and to give the fort to the Harungas as a fief that has been passed down from generation to generation, and is named after the family's surname.

The Harungos family was the most famous military family at the beginning of the Karad Empire. The glory and history of the Harongoth family runs through the rise and fall of the Karad Empire, and almost every generation of the Harongoth family's descendants will contribute one or more excellent generals to the empire.

Since the founding war, the Harungus family has participated in every war that ignited the empire, and over the centuries, dozens of Harungos men have died for the empire. All this has established the status of the Harungus family today, and also determined its strong strength and tradition.

From the founding of the Kalad Empire, then the fall of the Empire, to the birth of the current Kingdom of Svadia, the Harungos family has held the titles of Duke of the South, as well as the Duke of Rhodok - although after the independence of the Duchy of Rhodok, this title is only symbolic.

The successive heads of the Harungus family are all unruly and unruly, and although they are extremely loyal to their country, due to the extreme arrogance, loneliness and mean words inherited from the blood of this family, few noble lords in the Kingdom of Swadia like them.

However, no one denies the strength of this family, because they have a formidable legion - the Knights of Sanctions!

As early as the year 1027 of Calradia Calendar, during the outbreak of the "Dark Rebellion", Barton Hallungos, the then head of the Harongoth family, personally recruited and trained an elite army in order to rekindle the family's glory in that military campaign.

Among them were many top-level mercenaries from all corners of the continent of Calradia at that time, but these people were all cavalry. Duke Barton Harongoth believed that cavalry was the royal way to victory or defeat on the battlefield.

With his powerful and elite cavalry troops, Barton Harungus succeeded in spearheading the military campaign in May 1027 Kalradia and was instrumental in the military campaign against the Dark Legion led by the Dark Pope Plyus.

The master of the Harongoth family's zhongxinge-Barton Harungus! Its martial arts were so prosperous that it was unparalleled in the Calradia continent at that time! This army was called the Knights of Sanctions! With the powerful strength of the Knights of Sanctions, the Harungus family dominated the entire south!

From then on, the tall, strong, and heavily fortified Harungosburg became a military stronghold in the southwest of the Kingdom of Swadia, and a fortified fortress against the Rhodok's eastward advances to the south.

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By the time the Undead Knight led the team to the castle known as the 'Svadian Barrier', it was already dusk. The Undead Knight did not ride into the castle with Iris and Gyloronville.

After seeing the young master enter the castle in front of him, the undead knight led his cavalry team towards the seaport town of Elbel, which was farther to the north. Because that's where the Undead Knight and his cavalry are stationed.

Dusk is always gloomy, fog fills the land, and dim daylight gives way to darkness. By this time the servants in the castle had already lit a few lamps, and the lord of the castle asked them not to waste them.

One of the guards on the left side of the castle entrance recognized the visitor. "Ah, Lord Gylronville! It's really you. He hurriedly asked, "Have you picked up the little master?" Iris seems to be loved by many people in this castle.

Gylornville replied affirmatively, "Of course, Bob." ”

Suddenly, Bob's rough cheeks had a look of joy. "Do you know what to say? In the last month, the adults have asked Alan at least seven or eight times about you. ”

"Go up quickly!" interjected another bearded guard, "the one who brought the good news, and the lord said that you should not be informed when you come back. ”

Still smiling, Gylorneville exchanged a few polite greetings with the two sergeants before he ascended the stone staircase to the second floor alone. Iris, on the other hand, quietly followed the loyal servant who had been waiting outside the city gates for a long time, to the kitchen.

On the second floor of the castle is a circular arcade, and the innermost room on the left hand hand is the Duke's study. At this moment, the whole floor was dark, there were no guards on duty, the door of the study was hidden, and Gyloron Weller gently pushed the door open.

The four walls of the room are mottled stone walls, on which are hung parchment maps and some crossed weapons, giving the impression of being in a military camp. The only thing that is refreshing is the emblem flags of different colors and patterns.

On the stone wall next to it are also hung several flags with branched ends in the shape of a swallowtail, which are called swallowtail flags. The swallowtail is the banner of newly promoted knights, and when they have performed meritorious service or completed their mission, the lord will personally help them cut off the swallowtail.

It seems that the Duke of Harongoth is very popular with his knights, as there is almost no place in his study where he can hang the emblem.

In the center of the house is a very large sand table for military drills, which is very exquisitely made, and this thing is very precisely drawn every terrain on both sides of the entire Umeya River.

It was a sand tray that the owner of the room had spent ten gold dinars ordering craftsmen to make, and at the moment there were books and dossiers piled up on it and underfoot. This is not so much a study as a command room.

There were at least five dukes in the kingdom of Swadia, and Duke Harungus's study was the most shabby, as he could not find a single luxury or expensive trophy in his study.

There was only one lamp lit on the pillars of the four sides of the room, and the dim and trembling firelight, facing the setting sun, vaguely reflected the old man sitting behind the desk in front of the fireplace, and was intently writing something with a quill pen.

This old man is the Duke of Harengoth, who repelled the fourth invasion of the Principality of Rhodok. I saw that in front of the bookshelf next to his right hand, there was a young attendant who was dozing off like a kowtow worm with a long sword.

However, he did not know what had interrupted the squire's dream, and he squinted his eyes in a hazy light, and in the faint light, he saw a figure standing less than five yards in front of the duke, and what was even more terrifying was that the duke, who was looking attentive, did not notice it at all.

"Who is it?" the squire quickly drew his sword from his waist and stood in front of the duke. The sound of the sword unsheathed was accompanied by a sudden shout, and the Duke immediately stood up, grasping a short spear leaning against the edge of his chair.

In an instant, a group of soldiers rushed into the study, and more than a dozen crossbows were aimed at the comer.

"My lord. Gylrenville still maintained a calm and gentle smile, and his voice was very calm, "Until now, I never expected to receive such a grand reception from you. ”

"Stand down!" the Duke commanded, making a majestic gesture. The guards saluted respectfully to the duke, and then quickly exited the study like a tidal wave.

The Duke placed the spear in his hand on the table and pointed out the window to the forty-foot-tall watchtower. "Go up and blow the wind for three days, Elliott. His tone is steady, but he has an irresistible momentum.

The squire, Elliott, felt unusually ashamed, and the watchtower was just the right time for him to be alone. With a look of chagrin on his face, Elliott followed the guards and exited the study, where only the elderly Duke and Gylornville were still standing.

The old man greeted the friend who had returned from his mission with a warm hug. Then he rang the bell and ordered the servants to light all the lamps and shine the light throughout the room, and at once everything around him became clear.

The Duke was about five and a half feet tall, and his hair was gray, probably due to his long command of the army. His eyes were majestic, but his expression was indifferent but not angry. His tiredness, just out of his focused work, was on his face.

Today he wore a soft cotton robe, but it had been washed a little white. Thus I learned that this is a rigorous, simple adult. The Duke looked to be between fifty and sixty years of age, but from the way he had just reacted quickly in battle, it was evident that he was vigorous and strong.

"Perhaps something else must have happened in addition to the fighting of the Rhodoks lately?" he took the moment to greet the servant beside him. "Can I have a glass of ale?"

The Duke nodded to the servant, and told him to take an extra cup, then turned and said, "Three days ago, a distant guest tried to finish me off here. ”

"Assassin?" asked Gylornwell, surprised, "did you catch him?"

The Duke replied in a flat tone, "Caught a dead man." ”

"Oh! a dead man will not betray his employer. ”

"That's right, he disguised himself as a servant and stabbed me here. So saying, the Duke walked over to the bookshelf by the fireplace, where the dozing squire had been.

"God willing!" Gyloronwell exclaimed, "I can imagine how dangerous it was, and who would have done it?" he guessed suspiciously, "Could it be the Rhodoc?"

"Hey, my dear Gylrenville," the old man chuckled softly, "you know, there are too many people who want my life!"

Gylrenville did not deny the Duke's words. "But there will be no fewer people who love you than those who hate you!" the young knight swallowed the ale, and vigorously placed his glass on the desk, looking into the duke's eyes.

Duke Harongoth's resolute and vicissitudes of life smiled slightly, and he toasted to Gylorrowell, sincerely thanking the other party for his loyalty.

"You'll have to watch out for your own safety," said Gylornville with a very serious expression, "if I had been an Assassin just now, it would have been ...... Pretty bad. ”

"Elot is young, and it's enough for him to blow the wind for three days. The old man knew very well that if he was really an assassin, there would be only one result - death.

"No, that's not what I'm saying, sir!" said Gyloronville, who walked up to the Duke and knelt down on one knee, respectfully kissed the eagle emblem ring on the old man's index finger, and said, "Allow me to follow you at all times to keep you safe." ”

"Well, then," said the Duke with a smile, "if there are still some people who don't want to give up, let him teach us the power of our [Paraven] Sword Champion." ”

Gylornville fell silent for a moment, remembering what Baron Reys had said to him that night at Fort St. Ruz Godda. After thinking about it for a moment, he finally spoke, "Your Majesty is going to march south again. ”

"Yes," replied the Duke with a calm face, "I have received the message. ”

"So?" asked Gylrenville, in a respectful tone, "my lord, are you still going to refuse to go on an expedition?"

"Yes. The old man replied flatly.

Gylrenville's words were a little hurried, "Lord Reys has asked me to tell you that your majesty and your close ministers have been very dissatisfied with you for your repeated refusal to obey the royal decrees, and this is terrible......"

"Gylorenville. The Duke interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, sir. Gylornville stopped his unfinished words and responded respectfully.

"Our country is in turmoil, war is a cruel punishment to the people, and in order to prepare for a war, the lords do not hesitate to raise taxes three times a year, do you know what that means?"

Gylrenwell was silent, the spirit of a knight is obedience and loyalty, and the honor of a knight needs to be earned from war. He never thought about what the war would bring to the people and what it would take away.

"Perdition! In order to recover the rich territories of Djerkhala, Viruja, and Aaron, and the nobles boasted of their might, it seemed that everyone had enough reason to wage war. But—" the duke's serene countenance had become imperceptibly aggressive, "Gylrenville, the people are overwhelmed!

The old man's tree-like wrinkles are flowing through the long river of years, and on his yellowed skin is the afterglow of the sunset, how many glorious years he has witnessed, and how many human sorrows he has experienced. His father and his brother died heroically in battle.

Gylorman bowed his head, he was not ashamed of the reprimand, but he was moved by the Duke's noble thoughts. The young man's heart was happy, but he was still worried about the displeasure shown by the royal family. "Maybe the Assassins have something to do with the royal family?" he speculated.

After the Duke finished speaking, he returned to his desk to work on the unfinished papers. And Gylronville was still standing, he was not against war, only fighting could make these knights useful, but he had not thought so long.

The goollets are no longer goblins, though the Svadians still call the Rhodoks as they are. But the Rhodoks were no longer the peasants with iron-tipped sticks, rakes, and sickles pushing and shoving in front of the formation.

After centuries of warfare, the Rhodoks became well-trained and created a unique style of warfare, with tightly organized gun formations and powerful crossbows that were both powerful against the Svadian heavy knights.

To the west of the Duchy of Rhodok is the hopeless Sea of Bazin, to the south is also an empty Narrow Sea, and to the southeast is the barren Menaye Desert. To the north, only the northern realm, the Kingdom of Svadia, is their only target.

This country is young and has a fresh vitality, and it is shaking this whitewashed and stormy Swadia Kingdom. The Rhodoks did not want to replace the old men of the north who had ridden on their heads, perhaps they were sharpening their guns and looking forward to the expeditionary force in Swadia.

Now Gylorrowell saw his master resist the Rhodoc ambitions to expand northward, and the royal family's pointless cruel decrees at the same time.

More than just a call for expeditions, King Harlaus had ordered the Duke of Harongos several times to raise taxes in his realm and increase the cost of armaments for the royal family. But the old man turned a deaf ear, and the unexploited exiles flocked to the dukedom from all over the country, and the low taxes only increased the population of the dukedom and became more and more prosperous.

The more Gyloron thought about it, the more he felt that the Duke was a magical man, as if the old man had a strength that ordinary people could hardly possess. And this is one of the reasons why he loves the old man in front of him so much.

The duke, who was sitting at the desk, raised his head slightly and called softly, "Gylornwell." ”

The contemplative was removed from his thoughts by the voice of the call, and he replied in a respectful tone, "At your command." ”

"Send for this letter to Baron Dane. The Duke handed him a scroll of sealed seals and said with a smile, "The Rhodocs have given us a fortune, and Nimega is in need of a church." ”

"Church?" said Gylorneville, looking at the old man across from him, "Tell me, what is that wealth you are referring to?

"Haluha, my dear friend, I am not a king. The Duke smiled delightfully at his cronies, "Yesterday King Griffos ransomed their Lord Rezisen for more than 20,000 gold dinars, you know, of course I am glad to do so. ”

Gylornville blurted out, "We can use this money to order a large shipment of asphalt and ordnance in [Suno]." This is very different from his ordinary demeanor.

"The people need to be relied upon," said the Duke with a smile and patting Gylrenville on the shoulder, "even if it is the soul to rely on." ”

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