Black Iron Crown

Reiner's words are equivalent to directly exposing his ambitions to them.

Hearing what Reiner said, the knights couldn't help but feel excited.

If it was placed before, Reiner said that they might feel that they are indeed ambitious people as the master, but their ideas are a bit whimsical.

But now, Leiner has led the army to win such a huge war, and Leiner's prestige is no longer what it used to be. If he used to be able to make the vassals submit through his identity and strength, now he It is entirely possible to rely on prestige and the trust of the vassals to keep the knights loyal to themselves and obey orders.

Coupled with the fact that Earl Zhebo, the overlord of the northern border, had just been defeated, the knights' confidence in Reiner soared, so there was such a scene of united efforts.

There are not many windows in the castle hall, and only a few windows can have some afterglow of the setting sun shining in, bringing a little warmth.

What really brought light to the interior of the hall was the flickering candlelight on the dining tables and the torches hanging on the walls.

Seeing his vassals behave like this, Leiner drank the filtered malt wine in the glass very satisfied, and the others also drank one by one.

The dim candlelight flickered in the hall, casting countless mottled shadows. The knights exchanged glasses with their comrades-in-arms, and said some unsightly jokes.

Children played tricks on the performers in groups of three or four, or strummed their reeds amidst the exclamations of the wandering poets.

At the beginning, the knights were able to restrain themselves and stay sober, chatting and laughing happily, but in the end, there were only a group of drunken drunkards left in the whole hall. He drank the malt wine in a big gulp, even though the liquid had already entered his nose along his nostrils, he remained indifferent.

The clichés and cups and drinks have long since disappeared in the hall. The women and children have already left here, and they will leave soon after they are full, because everyone knows the virtues of this group of men .

In the end, almost everyone fell on the table and let the malt wine spilled on the clothes wantonly. The table and the ground were all in a mess, or it was the meat and bones that had been eaten, or the broth that should have been left untouched, or It's a broken clay pot, in short, there are all kinds of weird things.

Lumbare often drinks alcohol on weekdays, and he likes the taste of alcohol very much, but after the first time he tried it, he hated the feeling of being drunk, so he just tasted the taste of alcohol and never drank too much.

The same is true for Reiner. As a gaming geek in his previous life, he could accept alcohol, but the dizziness and vomiting after excessive drinking really made him stay away, so he didn't drink too much.

Needless to say little Lumbare, he can only drink mead, and it is difficult to get drunk.

In this way, with the support of the servants, the knights were sent to the rooms arranged in advance for them. For this group of knights and vassals who supported him, Reiner prepared a room for each of them in the castle. The room is convenient for them to live in the castle.

"Brother, do you really want...?" Lumbare followed Leiner out of the main castle hall, boarded the city wall and looked into the distance.

The evening wind with a hint of chill was blowing on Reiner's body, and his robe began to flutter with the wind. Although it was a bit cold, it effectively relieved the stuffy and nauseating feeling in the hall, and felt Very sober.

There were soldiers guarding the city wall, so a lot of torches were lit, and the mottled firelight shone on Leiner's face, rendering his face cloudy and uncertain.

"Yes!" Reiner didn't look at Lumbare beside him. He was different from Little Wende. He was already sixteen years old this year. After the Creation Day, he would be seventeen years old just like Reiner. His vision of staring at things will be more changeable, and he can think much more than a half-grown child like Little Wende.

"The royal family is already in jeopardy. If the royal family is so weak, other lords will rise up and completely overthrow the royal family! Will we have a good end then? The surname Merland will be completely eradicated by countless lords!"

"They don't want any ransom or a certain title. They just hope that the taxes they collect don't need to be handed over to others! They don't want their designated heirs to need the approval of the royal family!"

"In the final analysis, we are still related to the royal family. Even if we bury our heads in the soil and curl up in the northern border and do nothing, there will definitely be countless people who will use our heads to claim credit for those big lords! Perhaps The most active of these are our current allies!"

Lumbarre nodded subconsciously. He felt that the elder brother was very strange today. The words he said did not look like the elder brother in ordinary times, but rather like those old dukes in knightly novels who were wise and calculating.

Sensing Lumbare's confusion, Leiner went on to say: "What I want to do is to increase my strength as soon as possible and bring the entire northern border into my rule! What I want is the entire northern border!"

"Because only in this way can we protect ourselves in the turmoil that may occur next, and have the strength to confront those great nobles and lords everywhere!"

"If there is still hope for the royal family, then we will do our best to support and help our relatives continue to maintain the rule and put down the rebellion. At that time, we in the northern border of Morland will definitely get the title of Grand Duke of the Northern Territory!"

Reiner turned his head, took a meaningful look at Lumbare, and then raised a strange arc on his lips: "If there is no hope...then I hope we will become the new...royal family!"

Hearing this, Lumbare's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Reiner full of horror, but couldn't say anything.

The autumn night is very dark, even if there is a bright moon hanging high in the sky, there is no light, only the lights on the street are still shining to illuminate the world.

The streets of the imperial capital are very prosperous, even at night. In a magnificent room in the palace, soft carpets that make people feel like they are on the clouds cover the entire room.

The flames in the fireplace are blazing, bringing unparalleled warmth to the room. The surrounding ornate metal decorations reflect the lights in the room and look a bit dazzling. The oil lamp on the ceiling is shaking slightly, illuminating the whole room flickering. It was dark, and it looked eerily eerie.

The talented emperor who roughly unified the entire empire was lying on a huge and soft bed at this time.

He was thin and thin, and there were deep depressions on his face. The torment of illness had long since made him lose his majestic figure during the Southern and Northern Wars. Now he looks like a rickety old man who has entered his twilight years , the original high-spirited and inviolable prestige has long since disappeared.