Chapter 153

"Besides money, the most important thing is soldiers."

After Jon Erin had finished the question of borrowing, the task was handed over to the chancellor of the exchequer.

"Yes, Lord Erin."

The fat Chancellor of the exchequer sat on King Robert's right hand and quickly moved his chair back with a big stomach. Then he stood up and took over the task.

If the former prime minister is the king's most important right hand, and the chancellor of the Exchequer is the second most important position after the former prime minister.

Although the old lord is dedicated, he can't run anything in person. At such an old age, he will lose half of his life if he goes to bravos by boat for more than a month.

"Your Majesty."

"Not long ago, we called for a counterinsurgency war against the iron islands. Now it's not easy to organize the soldiers again."

"While the loan is in place and the reward is allocated, you also need to contribute..."

Although the king is a fool, his character is forthright, informal and has a strong affinity.

It is especially popular among the soldiers at the bottom. In the usurper war, Robert didn't mind sleeping in the grass pit with the soldiers, eating a bowl of hard to swallow food, and even fighting side by side in the front line.

In this regard, King Robert is very similar to wesselis, who also has a high prestige in the andalos Legion.

In addition to the various auras of nobility, descent and faith on the top of the head, and repeated victories, there has been no defeat so far.

Another reason, of course, is that he has never put on airs. He is also very friendly. Except for the crown on his head, he even dresses like ordinary people.

For wesselis, clothes are simple and clean. On the contrary, he doesn't like the gorgeous clothes that must be worn on important occasions.

With all kinds of belts and decorations, the whole body is shining like a human light bulb

He doesn't need to use gorgeous clothes to elevate his identity or distinguish himself from civilians.

however.

Prince rega, the elder brother of wesselis, has a higher reputation among the nobles.

One is the grass roots rolling in the mud, and the other is the Silver Peacock high above.

At the pre imperial meeting in Hongbao, the preparation plan for this war expected to break out began.

...

And in distant andalos.

A month passed quietly.

A light autumn rain is coming.

Wesselis was standing on a watchtower of the castle, holding the cold and hard window, overlooking the endless andalos below.

This is the miracle city he created in a short period of more than six years. At the beginning, he asked the soldiers to build a simple Wooden Castle, and then began to move the surrounding andar villages. There were cajoles, inducements and even threats of violence, which finally formed the prototype of andalos.

From then on, wesselis watched it gradually expand and finally grow to its present scale. Overlooking the road extending in all directions below, houses are scattered, and several local chambers of Commerce have even been established in pubs, brothels and inns.

however...

Looking at the city created by himself below, wesselis suddenly thought of the nine palaces and giant red temples seen in pantos, as well as the sea king temple and titan of bravos, and his heart moved slightly.

He was wondering if he would build a wonder in andalos?

Enhance people's sense of belonging, pride and cohesion.

However, the idea only passed through wesselis's mind, and then disappeared.

Poverty is the original sin.

Then the young king held the crenel and sighed. Then he turned and looked behind him. There was a man wearing a metal mask behind him.

His body was extremely thin, and his whole body was tightly wrapped. Except for the two openings in the position of the mask's eyes, all the remaining skin was wrapped, including his neck wrapped with white gauze.

There was something strange about his standing posture. He held the wall behind him and gasped slightly. He seemed to be competing with himself and trying to get up.

Wesselis stood and looked at the knight who had been brave and good at fighting. Now he had become like this. There was some regret in his eyes. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but finally swallowed those words that advised him to give up.

"Bessie."

"It's really a miracle that you can survive."

The man, who was tightly wrapped up and wearing a metal mask, was Bessie, the son of andar soldiers who had once been the bodyguard of wesselis and had a seven pointed star engraved on his shoulder.

However, it is a miracle that this imperial guard or the son of a soldier can survive after such a terrible disaster, but he is destined to be unable to pick up his sword again and become a useless man in the second half of his life.

Bessie was not willing to lie in the hospital bed for the rest of her life after she was lucky to get back her life. When wesselis went to see him, he put forward a request to wesselis.

He hoped that he could become the king's escort. He firmly believed that he could stand up again and become a useful person. He hoped that his majesty could give him a chance.

Wesselis was holding Bessie's charred and cracked palm. In addition to being stunned, he saw some persistence in his eyes.

Finally wesselis nodded and agreed.

However, although Bessie has picked up a life, it is still a blocked and long way to really stand up.

Hearing the voice of wesselis, the knight who was competing with him raised his head slightly, then gasped and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's not a miracle that I can survive, your majesty."

"It is the gods of heaven who think I am still useful and protect me, merciful virgin..."

Then Bessie wanted to talk at length, but his story wesselis had heard him tell it several times.

Bessie is a faithful believer of the seven gods. His shoulder is also engraved with the sign of the seven pointed star. He is the son of a soldier selected by the village that year.

In that fire, he rushed in alone to save his mother and danilis, but as soon as he entered the fire, he lost his way, filled with smoke, and finally Bessie was knocked down by a ceiling above his head.

Fortunately, the ceiling gave him some heat insulation and space, and finally he could be rescued.

He was trapped in a small corner before suffocating and fainting and was praying to the seven gods.

Therefore.

He always thought that the reason why he could miraculously survive was that the seven gods in the sky heard his prayer and finally saved his life.