Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2250: The King of Puppets (1)

Chapter 2250 The King of Puppets (1)

"Lord Aslan, Lord Sirnant, Lord of Manchester, asks to see you." Early in the morning, Arthur was awakened by the village chief's voice: "Would you please follow the carriage to Fort Sirnant after washing up? "

"Sure." Arthur got up from the bed, his muscles aching. The time should be more than six o'clock in the morning. Although the clock cannot be seen in such a place, Arthur's biological clock has always been accurate. He didn't like to socialize with the nobles - even in Arthur's original era, Arthur, the king of knights, didn't like to socialize with the nobles. But now in order to achieve his goal, it is ironic that entertaining nobles has become a compulsory occupation of King Arthur.

Anyway. Arthur had a feeling that things would be over soon. There are actually only two things he has to do. One is to assassinate Henry VI, the young king of England today, and the other is to manipulate everything behind his back and use Henry VI as a puppet king to manipulate Richard, Earl of Warwick. . Beams killed. After these two key figures are removed, the United Kingdom will be in chaos, and the "Hundred Years War" that Britain and France have fought for a hundred years will end, and Joan of Arc will be liberated from her historical mission.

Theoretically, this is the case. Actually?

An hour later, Arthur and Bedivere got out of the carriage, and the imposing old castle in front of them was Fort Hernant. As the lord of one side, the Duke of Manchester Hillnant, of course, his house is very luxuriously furnished—of course, this kind of luxury is not the kind of luxury that makes the fortress gold and silver—— He seems to have ordered people to repair the old castle every year, and the hard rock walls outside the fortress have been re-fortified countless times, so that the Fort Hernant is invincible - at least it seems so. At first glance, the knights patrolling in and out of the castle had at least 20 or 30 teams. The lineup was huge and heavily guarded, something that had never been seen before in France or in the Port of Penzance. The colorful flags hung everywhere on the castle fluttered in the wind. The purple and blue flags with gold borders were printed (or embroidered with) the family coat of arms of the Duke of Sirnante, the lord of this place. The grand pomp inside and outside is all proclaiming the power of the lord to the outside world.

Arthur couldn't help laughing at the pomp, but he didn't show it all. It is very unwise to laugh at the local lord in such a situation.

"This way, Lord Aslan." It was a figure dressed like a steward who came to greet him, not the knight commander in Arthur's imagination. However, this level of reception is also appropriate, or according to the culture of this world, it is more correct to send a steward to contact Arthur.

The King of Knights didn't say much, just nodded and followed.

"Uh, your wolf dog may have to stay in the waiting room, you can't let him in the parlour." The steward glanced at Bedivere again. The big white wolf looked majestic and ferocious, and people with a little common sense would indeed be wary of him.

"Of course." Arthur said, by the way, he took off the sword and the belt with the flying knife, and let Bedivere carry it: "Is this all right?"

"Very sensible decision, Lord Aslan." The steward had planned to tell Arthur about this, and let the blond boy take off his weapon before meeting the Duke. Of course it would have been better if Arthur took the initiative to do so.

"Then, please wait here, the duke will be here soon." He led Arthur and Bedivere into the castle, and after going around two floors of ladders and a corridor, he quickly led Arthur and Bedivere to the castle. Will arrived at the so-called waiting room, then left Arthur and the others alone, turned around and walked out.

"Humph." The king of knights saw some raisins and steaming black tea on the table in the waiting room. It seemed that it was prepared for him. He was not polite, picked up the raisins and ate a few. He was woken up early in the morning, before he had time to eat breakfast. Duke Sirnante must not be allowed to see him looking like a hungry ghost.

"Beddy, do you want to eat?" He took some raisins and put them in front of the big white wolf: "This is very sweet."

"Wow." Bedivere looked a little disinterested, but opened his mouth to let Arthur put a raisin on his tongue. There is no poison in the raisins. If it is poisonous, Bediveville can tell it the moment he smells the raisins. The appearance of the big white wolf chewing raisins lazily reassured Arthur a lot.

He took another sip of tea, wondering how long it would take to see the Duke. It's only about seven in the morning. British aristocrats are relatively lazy, and it is generally impossible to get up so early. Maybe the Duke is still busy with grooming and hurriedly putting on his clothes to meet Arthur? Maybe he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet? Of course, this was not an act of rudeness. Arthur was summoned as a guest to Duke Sirnant's castle, and it was all arranged by the servants. The Duke himself didn't even know much about it, and he didn't even arrange a meeting time. It's normal for Arthur to wait here for two or three hours before coming to meet Arthur -- the nobles are just going too far.

Thinking like this, Arthur took some raisins to satisfy his hunger, at least so that he wouldn't be hungry. This has the potential to turn into a long wait, how about not having a full meal first.

He looked around again. The interior and exterior of the castle are completely different. The outside is a solid rock brick wall to consolidate the defense, and a special clay or plaster has been used inside to make the stone wall smooth and beautiful. In this way, the interior of the building can be protected from cold and heat, and the surface of the plaster can be painted with a layer of anti-insect and moth-proof paint with white wall paint, which is considered a very high-end decoration in this era of civilization. From this decoration, Duke Hernant is at least a person who knows how to live.

Ah. so boring. How long will it take. Arthur began to look out the window into the distant view. From this lounge, you can see the flags fluttering on the opposite city wall in the distance, and occasionally you can hear the footsteps of the knights patrolling with great fanfare. Those who live in the castle are surrounded by such footsteps all day long, I am afraid they will have a different sense of security. If the knights were wearing pure metal leg armor, the footsteps would have been sonorous, the sound of metal hitting rocky ground. But in fact, the footsteps of the knights were much calmer. The leg armor should be padded with several layers of non-slip and wear-resistant leather to reduce the sound of metal and ground impact. Even so, the armors worn by the knights of their era are all very ~~~~ very heavy. As soon as I heard it, I knew that they were made of fine steel. They didn't have a lot of physical strength. Can't move. Although the armor of this era is measured by the standards of Arthur's era, you will feel that the armor of this era is cumbersome and stupid. It is completely a collection of iron blocks and lacks any technological components. But in fact, the plate armor of this era can be built to this level, which is already very good. And if you think about it again, the Duke of Sirnant actually has such a large group (at least hundreds) of heavily armored knights under his command. In this era, it can be regarded as a fairly intimidating military force.

There is nothing wrong with a lord's private armies being used to defend his realm. But if he raises troops with this army...?

"Waiting for a long time." The steward pushed the door in, interrupting Arthur's thoughts: "The Duke is ready. If it is convenient for you, Lord Aslan, please come here."

"Of course." I waited for about half an hour, neither too long nor too short. Arthur thought to himself, put down the teacup at the same time, and got up from his seat: "Beddy, wait here."

"Wow!" The big white wolf wagged his tail so much that Arthur wanted to kick him.

It's Arthur's greatest concern that he doesn't go fast or slow. Fortunately, the reception room and the lounge were not far apart. Walking through a corridor, Arthur saw two heavily armed knights waiting in front of a room, and knew that behind the door was the reception room of Fort Hernant.

"Then, please pay attention to your words and deeds in front of the Duke." The steward stopped as soon as he reached the door, signaling Arthur to enter the reception room by himself.

Arthur nodded slightly and pushed the door open.

There, a burly middle-aged man turned his back to Arthur and looked up at the blue sky outside the window. A puff of green smoke was rising on the side of his body, and there was still the smell of burning tobacco in the surrounding air. It was estimated that he was smoking with a pipe.

Arthur would have liked to keep the door open so that the air could circulate and the odor of smoke would dissipate somewhat, but he thought that the next conversation might involve inconvenient content, so he endured it. Smell of smoke, he closed the door behind him.

"You're finally here." After Arthur closed the door, Duke Sirnante turned to look at Arthur. Arthur glanced at him as he did so, and was surprised that the duke looked so similar to the Grand Duke of Palinlore - of course, this has happened several times~IndoMTL.com~ Arthur started to take it for granted.

"Then, young man." Duke Hernant said straight to the point: "Can I think that your meeting with me this time is to seek more supporters so that you can regain the throne in the future?"

"What?" Arthur was taken aback: "Duke, what the **** is going on."

"There is no need to play stupid in front of me, Mr. Aslan." The duke exhaled a smoke ring, "There are only the two of us here, and the people who are guarding the door are also my cronies, don't worry about the walls having ears. If you have any ideas, you can It's okay to say it straight."

"No, I really don't have a------"

"I don't know if you've noticed," interrupted Arthur, the Duke. "I was watching you when you first came to London with that old Penzance's recommendation. This invitation You came to my territory to find the source of the plague. On the surface, it was a commission from others, but in fact it was also secretly arranged by me."

"It really is you." Arthur narrowed his eyes, examining the wily middle-aged man in front of him.

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