The dusty letter crumpled in some old wizard's pocket, and the text on it was not traditional Bretonnian, but closer to the grammar of the Empire.

It was clearly not an item for the inner lord of Bretonnia, Byer looked at it carefully, writing in elegant lettering.

[Dear Heinrich. Mr. Kemler, I am Lord of Bretonnia, the Black Knight of Marlobod.

I was once as obsessed with the Holy Grail as everyone else, but the Goddess of the Lake had no choice but to turn to the Law of Necromancy.

The Holy Grail is forged by lies and slander, and it is never clear.

At this moment, I would like to use the bones of the thousand souls buried in Musilon as a reward to learn your spells.

———— Malebod. Lord of Musilon. 】

On the envelope was a coat of arms made up of snake marks that were bent into an S shape, indicating that the Duke of Malebod was going to do inhuman ways.

In Bretonnia, the nobles can disbelieve in the goddess of the lake, but you can't play with the dead!

And this tone has a feeling that you want to be self-reliant.

Come to think of it, the person who can go to Musilon to be the boss will not be a normal person, according to Baier's memory, Musillon's treatment in Bretonnia is almost the same as his swamp.

Paying attention to poverty and hardship, and Musilon was too severely affected by necromancy, resulting in the loss of grass in his territory.

The territory is full of necromantic pollution and wandering monsters, and in the villages under the control of the Leonnes Lord, near Musilon, when a farmer's child does not want to sleep peacefully, the adults will use such words to coax them.

"Children who stay up late will be captured by Musillon's monsters."

In Bretonnia, this treatment is the only place.

Beyer's poisonous swamps are a little bit hot!

And the amount of information contained in this letter is so great that a strategic lord would have no doubt that the Black Knight of Musilon was planning something terrible.

Necromancy combined with Musillon's Corrupted Lands, he wants to pull up an army of necrons in the hinterland of Bretonnia!

At this moment, Baier felt the weight of the piece of paper in his hand, heavy, heavy enough to change the fate of the whole of Bretonnia.

In peacetime, Bretonnia is capable of dealing with a war in the face of civil strife.

But now Bretonnia needed more time to prepare, and at the time of the vernal equinox, Cologne faced an attack by the Weaver of Destiny, Tzeentch the Great.

The army was in ruins, the dukes were exhausted by the demonic invasion from the south, and now the knightly class of the entire Bretonnia was licking their wounds.

Bayer's Longlake Territory escaped due to its remoteness, but was later attacked by the Greenskins.

Bretonnia is troubled internally and externally, and the value of the information in Byer's hands is even more important.

If the deployment and the ideological work of the major dukes can be prepared in advance, the king camp of Bretonnia can gain a great advantage.

But if Bayer uses this information to threaten or help Maleberg, he will benefit from it, so that it is not impossible to share the whole of Bretonnia with Maleberg.

But King Lawn was wise and wise, and he was a rare ruler, and he could see him except for the peasants to ask for justice, and Bair had no reason to overthrow him.

But Maleborg was not accustomed to the goddess of the lake, and perhaps the class problem of Bretonnia could be eliminated.

And with the help of necromancy, its army may be as large as the weakened Dukes of Bretonnia.

Bayer's mind was tangled, and he had the opportunity to help one of them at this moment, and get great benefits.

Whether to maintain the abnormal aristocratic order of Bretonnia, or to assist Maleborg as the new king.

Bair asked Flender.

"Has anyone read this letter?"

Sir Flender shook his head at once. "No, my lord, is the information in it important?"

Bair just gestured out of the forbidden word.

"That's all."

Then the subject changed.

"Sir, you went to the Empire when you were younger, how does that country feel compared to Bartonnia?"

Sir Flanders did not expect his lord to suddenly ask such a question, and he straightened up and thought for a long time.

"The Empire is very fond of the griffin symbol, the comet, and they will get a little feather on their hats and dress up like a play."

"Their king is elected by dukes, I think it's stupid, they never have a real authority, and the major dukes will even put a retarded person on the throne for their own benefit."

"The electorate, that's what they call it."

"My lord, I have been a mercenary in Ostmark for a long time, and I know very well that the empire is full of bribes, murders, and madmen."

"But it is also the largest nation of mankind, which has resisted evil again and again."

After listening to this, Bayer nodded silently.

"So, do you like Bretonnia?"

Jazz felt a little dry in his mouth, and he picked up a glass of water and poured it down his throat.

Then he raised an eyebrow. "My lord, this water is so sweet and delicious!"

It immediately occurred to Baier that his butler had a habit of putting the first bowl of well water in the castle in his bedroom every day...

I have to pay him for my own work, it's like making money and killing him!

"If you like it, but I won't let too many people drink this water."

Sir Flender immediately realized that he had drunk the lord's drink, and apologized repeatedly, even though Bayer was the one who wanted to apologize...

After all, this thing is about the equivalent of nuclear wastewater... I can only hope that Jazz is rough enough and thick-skinned.

Jazz apologized and began to talk again.

"Bretonnia is rich and beautiful, if you are not a farmer, you will love it, although there are no imperial steam chariots, artillery, and there is no large forest full of monsters."

"Lords and knights protect this place, and the light of the Holy Grail carries faith to slay any evil spirits."

"My lord, when I returned to my hometown, I already felt that Bretonnia was a hundred times better than the Empire."

"Every duke and king is a deco match, as long as you give up your mercy on the peasants and enjoy the riches of Bretonnia!"

After hearing this, Bair nodded to Sir and asked him to find a doctor recently...

As Sir walked out the door, Byer lay on his bed and thought that even if the system of Bretonnia were changed, without the peasants supporting the basic productive forces, it would at best become a new empire.

And without such a high level of technology and magic, do you want to build a kingdom through the dead?

In the future, how many zombie skeletons from the grandparents will help each family, but will they not be able to do the work?

Bair was confused again, it seemed that Maleberg was not the breakthrough, not to mention that he was still using necromancy, maybe he was a despicable villain.

The fatigue of the battle made him close his eyes, and in the heavy sleepiness, he sank into his dreams.

He returned to his hometown, and watched the traffic on the street, only to find that he couldn't see someone's face clearly.

He soon realized that it was a lucid (waking) dream.

Beyer walked aimlessly on the modern streets of his dreams, but found that he could no longer remember the appearance of the cars, and the vehicles running on the streets were a bit like horse-drawn carriages...

As he walked, he passed the traffic light, and suddenly found a girl in a green dress with a very clear face standing at the intersection.

The girl showed her divinity, and it made people smile without desire.

"Byer. Door. Bye, my chosen one. "The voice is ethereal, neutral... Familiar.

Baier was in a trance, and then felt that his feet suddenly took off, and his dream changed back into that strange continent.

He floated above the swamp, next to him the girl, or... Lakcha.

At this moment, Baier was not sure if he was in a dream, because he could even see the people working in the territory of Sendeiro by the swamp.

The girl looked at Baier, her arms crossed behind her back, but she didn't feel as cute as her face, and she had the feeling that an old man was talking to a junior.

Like those old leaders in the previous life inspecting the work...

She spoke in surprise and said to Byer. "This world is about to be destroyed."

"Watch out for the rats, my warrior."