After the afternoon tea party, a banquet was held in the evening. The great nobles gathered together to eat and drink happily.
Perhaps many people would despise this seemingly meaningless banquet. For example, Kalad was originally very speechless about this kind of banquet. In his early years, Kalad had followed his late mentor Ulles and his sister Annala to travel through Brittany. He was deeply dissatisfied with the current situation of the Knight King's Kingdom.
However, after interacting with Laing, Laing told him a very simple truth.
First of all, a banquet was mainly a place for everyone to communicate. For example, some business, some exchange of opinions, such as the negotiations between the great merchants and the great nobles about the next tariff, or for example, the Knight King, as the ruler, could decide the next course of action of the entire kingdom.
Everyone needed such a relatively relaxed and less formal environment. Therefore, banquets became a favorite occasion for everyone.
Secondly, Laing told Kalad very clearly that the serfs actually did not care much about how much meat the knights ate or how much wine they drank. What the serfs cared about was whether they could eat meat and drink wine, or at least be able to eat and wear warm clothes. This was the most important thing. Instead of worrying about how many banquets were held, it was better to focus on the treatment of the serfs.
So, were the serfs fed and dressed warmly now? The answer was obviously yes. During his recuperation period, Kalad secretly wandered around many places. Most of the situations were satisfactory. As long as the serfs worked hard, food and clothing were definitely not a problem, and most of them had some money left. Of course, now most of the serfs were no longer satisfied with this. They wanted to participate in the war, wanted to be promoted, wanted to become free people, wanted to join the Old Guard, and even wanted to obtain the title of a knight and become a knight!
There were even some who dreamed that after joining the Old Guard, they would be favored by the lady and become an old guard of the Holy Grail like Davu!
Reaching the sky in one step!
The kingdom was in a strange frenzy. The serfs wanted to fight, the free people wanted to fight, and the knights also wanted to fight!
Good! Very energetic!
Kalad thought.
Therefore, Kalad did not have any psychological burden to attend the banquet. He held a glass of wine and chatted with Duke Berchemund of Bastogne. Amidst the revelry, Duke Red Dragon directly told Kalad that he had a share in the title of Marshal, but as a Bastogne, he should do something for his hometown. Think of a way to express support for Davu to His Majesty Laing. His Majesty trusts you very much, and your opinion will be very useful.
After Bohemond left, Catherine, who was wearing a gorgeous fiery red evening gown with black silk stockings and crystal high heels, held Kalad's arm and said to him, "Is he always so straightforward?" She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Originally, the little witch's face was overflowing with happiness similar to Cinderella's. But as Sulia had commented, Catherine herself was also very outstanding. She had already advanced to the middle level of legendary, and she was even more slick and smooth than Veronica. She was a smooth talker and soon became famous in the circle of ladies in the afternoon.
"He is very pure." Kalad nodded slightly. "But it is precisely because of his purity that he could complete the trial of the Holy Grail relatively easily. If the king and the Lake Goddess did not ask him to take over the position of Duke, His Excellency Berchemund would have been guarding the Holy Land of the Goddess of Bastogne for decades."
"You are as pure as he is, my husband," Catherine said with a smile. Catherine smiled and said, "But you also used your strengths to protect this country. You are all heroes of the kingdom. Without you, the old world would be in danger. His Excellency Bohemond swept through everything in this great expedition and made great contributions. You killed Aislin and shook the mountains."
Kalad could not help but smile. Even the Knight of the Holy Grail loved to hear good words. Many times, he was very grateful to Catherine. Of course, he knew that Catherine was using him to reach the top in a single step. But for Kalad, when he was disheartened by love, when he was desperate about the inheritance of his family, and when he was numb by fighting, Catherine's appearance comforted him greatly. The two of them even had a child.
Kalad was like a smelly stone in a cesspool most of the time. It was Catherine who chased after him crazily without caring about the cost, and finally broke through Kalad's defense.
"Are you going to flatter a Knight of the Holy Grail with such sweet words?" Kalad joked to his wife. He said awkwardly, "Many times, I don't want to get involved in these things, but … I have no choice. Catherine, what do you think I should do?"
"Of course, you can't say it directly." Catherine immediately began to think. The councilwoman of the Sorceress Assembly thought for a moment. "Let me do it. I'll talk to Madam Suria about this."
"Then I'll leave it to you." Kalad was relieved.
However, Catherine smiled and did not let go. "Speaking of which, my dear, you have been recuperating for a few months, right?"
"Ah?" Kalad was stunned.
"Do you want us to find a place to check how your recuperation has been going?" Catherine pulled Kalad out of the banquet. As usual, there were many empty small rooms outside, and a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the door. However, Kalad had his own suite in the Royal Hotel, so Catherine naturally pulled him there.
A thought suddenly came to Kalad's mind. Perhaps this was the so-called "paying the public grain"?
Sigh, forget it. As His Majesty Laing said, it was safer to have two more children.
Since Kalad had to pay the public grain, Laing naturally had to pay the public grain too.
In the evening, after the banquet, Suria and Laing walked hand in hand under the moonlight. The husband and wife talked about the comprehensive information they had received. Suria was worried about Laing's approach, but she still decided to support Laing. "My dear, as far as the current information is concerned, there are two dukes who will definitely strongly oppose you."
"Let me think. Duke Taubert of Le-Angoulin and Duke Ford of Montfort, right?" Laing laughed.
"Yes." Suria saw that her husband knew what was going on, so she did not say more. She then said a little reproachfully, "During the banquet, I was looking for you everywhere. Where did you go?"
"Morgiana said she had something to talk to me about …" Laing said awkwardly. "So we found a place."
"You … Really." Speaking of this, Suria put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction. The female knight was really unhappy now. "Speaking of which, Laing, you owe me a hundred days! How are you going to make it up to me? "
"A hundred days?! How is that calculated? " Laing was shocked. The king quickly begged for mercy. "Suria, spare me. Where did the hundred days come from?"
"At the time of the turkey banquet, Morgiana had one day a week, and I had three days a week." Suria held Laing's arm. The female knight was obviously implying something. "What, Morgiana can accumulate the debts, but I can't? You're so biased, my dear. I remember that I'm your wife, right? "
"Ah, this …" Laing's face turned green when he thought of it. He could only smile bitterly. "That's not the same. Madam, you know very well that Morgiana has to be appeased. Otherwise, many of my orders can't be carried out. Madam doesn't appear often."
"I know, I know." Suria could not help but look at the courtyard under the moonlight. The female knight's heart was filled with sweetness and bitterness. Her man was so outstanding that he was in high demand. "I'm not blaming you for this. I'm just saying that you can't be biased. She has to pay the public grain, but what about mine?"
"Time can't be calculated like that, Madam." Laing could only agree. "Also, Madam, don't always use up the psionic energy that I worked so hard to replenish for you."
"Godfather told me to practice harder." Suria immediately mentioned the Imperial Emperor. The queen smiled slyly, adding a hint of youthful liveliness to her elegant and beautiful face. "Of course I'll come to you when I'm out of energy."
The couple had a discussion. In the end, Laing agreed to find a time for the couple to go to Fu's Hot Spring Temple for a three-day vacation. To be specific, it was four days and three nights. They would not bring anyone, not even little Devenhill.
Of course, this night belonged to Suria.
The two walked along the cobblestone path, past a flowerbed full of lush flowers. Here, lilies, irises, and roses bloomed. There were also many grapevines and ivy on the garden's flower racks. Suria's high heels stepped on the shady path. The queen had obviously drunk some wine and was in high spirits. She turned in a circle and opened her arms. "Look, Laing. Under the grace of Madam, flowers will always bloom here."
"This is all your work, isn't it?" Laing gently reached out and touched the petals of the iris under the night sky. He could feel the exuberant vitality in the flower field. Knight King softly chanted an ancient and obscure language. Then, an iris stood out from all the other flowers. Under the nourishment of the psionic power, it grew strong until it emitted a warm silver light and became the Flower of Psionic Power.
Then, he plucked the flower and put it on Sulia's head. Under the reflection of the purple iris on her long, curly platinum hair, the incomparably beautiful queen and the Knight King looked at each other and smiled.
"This flower is nourished and grown with my psionic power. It will never wither." Laing held Suria's hand. "Madam, you are the only flower in the world."
"How many people have you said this to?" Suria didn't buy it, but she carefully pinned the purple iris to her ear. Then she said with a faint smile, "Do you always use sweet words to deceive women? Laing? "
Laing couldn't help but laugh. He gently held Suria in his arms and whispered, "Only you need to be deceived, madam. Do you remember what we said in the Ossouin area? Only you, I don't know what to give you. "
"Then you know now?" Suria leaned in her husband's arms and whispered, "What do I want?"
"Not only do you want my body, but you also want my heart!" Laing held Suria on his lap and sat on the bench in the garden. Knight King held his wife and looked up at the sky. "I understand why father approved of you."
"You're starting to worry about gains and losses again." Suria pressed Laing's head and let him bury his head in her broad chest. The queen knew Laing too well. She couldn't help but find it funny. "Are you in trouble again? Tell me, let us husband and wife face it together. "
"I'm thinking about how to solve the problem of civil strife …" Laing shared his thoughts with his wife. This was a very important matter, and it would affect the future of the Knight King.
The couple secretly discussed for a while. Suria's opinion made Laing's eyes light up. "Are you sure? Madam? It's risky to do this. "
"You need to have confidence in yourself." Suria gently whispered in Laing's ear. "Bring out your determination from the Great Expedition, my dear. I believe that we can complete this revolution without shedding a drop of Breton blood."
"Yes! I believe in you, madam! " Laing finally became determined under Suria's comfort. "Then we'll do as we say. Although there may be some risks, just like you have confidence in me, I have confidence in my people and my army."
"Yes, I have confidence in you too, Laing." Suria gently closed her eyes.
Under the moonlight, the lush flower field, the green grapevines, and the ivy in the four corners, their lips met.
Suria's kiss had a faint fragrance of iris flowers and some kind of sweet taste, just like in the chocolate workshop, which fascinated Laing. In Laing's psionic vision, he could see Suria's noble soul blending with his soul, exuding the brilliance of each other.
The spiritual tattoo on Suria's lower abdomen completed its third upgrade. From today onwards, Laing and Suria would share life.
In a corner of the garden, the figure of the Lake Fairy faintly appeared behind a grapevine. The goddess bit her handkerchief in grievance, and her eyes were brimming with tears. "Wuwuwu! Suria beat me to it again! Why am I always one step behind Suria? Why? "
How could this good sister of hers be so powerful?
After a deep Brittany kiss, Laing hugged Suria and said with a smile, "Let me sing a song for you, madam."
"Sing? I remember that this isn't your strong point? " Suria's face was bright red. She pulled the corner of her dress a little embarrassedly and gently clamped her long legs. "Why don't we go back to the room first?"
"It's not time to go back to the room yet." Laing chuckled and made a gesture. "It's time to suppress the cloud."
"Suppress the cloud?"
"I'm sorry for being born a human."
"I really want to love this world."
"It hurts, but I can still hold on."
"I've thought about leaving."
"Enjoying the stability of being alone, and looking forward to the fun of being together."
"Hahahahaha!" Suria was amused by Laing. She laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. "What are you saying, Laing? Is this something you'd say? I don't believe it. "
The female knight didn't say anything else, because the garden was already filled with singing.
It was Suria's exclusive song, "The Only Flower in the World."
… I'm the dividing line of that flower …
Two days later, as expected, the news spread to the Culona Palace.
Duke Taubert of Le-Angouland was the first to reject the decree that a knight had to be born within three generations, or else he would be stripped of his noble title. Furthermore, Taubert expressed his greatest opposition to Leon's "illegal theft" of the Duchy of Connet's governance.
The Duke of Le-Angoulin said that this was a violation of the Brittany's Covenant. If the Knight King, His Majesty Laing, did not consider returning the governance to Duke Lauen, who was far away in Örengrád, then he would have to consider taking action to protect the glorious history of the Knight King.
Duke Taubert's decision immediately attracted the support of several conservative dukes. They all said that if Laing did not withdraw the edict, then they would reconsider the Knight King.
It seemed that Brittania, which was in its heyday, would soon face a huge civil war!
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