Black Iron Crown

Rainer's words were equivalent to directly exposing his ambition to them.

　　 Hearing what Leiner said, the knights couldn't help but become very excited.

　　 If it were put before, Leiner said that they might think that they are the master and indeed ambitious people, but the idea is a bit whimsical.

But now, Leiner led the army to victory in such a huge war. Leiner’s prestige is no longer what it used to be. If he was only able to make vassals succumb through his identity and strength, now he It is entirely possible to keep the knights loyal to them and obey orders by virtue of their prestige and the trust of their vassals.

　　 Coupled with the fact that he has just defeated the overlord of the North, Earl Zhebo, this has made the knights' confidence in Reiner soar, so there is such a scene of unity.

　　 There are not many windows in the castle hall, only a few windows can be illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun to bring in a trace of warmth.

　　 What really brings light to the hall is the flickering candlelight above the dining tables and the torches hanging on the walls.

　　 Seeing his vassals behaving like this, Rainer drank the filtered malt in the glass with satisfaction, and everyone else drank them one by one.

　　 The dim yellow candlelight swayed in the hall to illuminate countless mottled shadows. The knights and their fellow comrades pushed the cups and exchanged cups, and they said some unsightly jokes.

　　 The children played tricks on the performing actors in groups, or fiddled with their Redkas amidst the exclamation of the wandering poets.

At first, the knights were able to restrain themselves from being sober and talking and laughing, but later, only a group of drunk drunks were left in the entire hall. They danced and threw their arms around the necks of the people around them, pouring alcohol into each other's mouth, or gulping. Drinking ale, even the liquor has been drilled down the nostrils into the nose, and he was indifferent.

The clichés and the cup-pushing change have long disappeared in the hall. The women and children have already left here. They will leave soon after they are full, because everyone knows the virtues of this group of men. .

In the end, almost everyone poured on the table and let the malt sprinkle on the clothes. The table and the ground were all messed up, or the meat bones after eating, or the broth that shouldn’t move, or It's a broken clay pot, anyway, there are all kinds of weird things.

　　 Rambare often drank alcohol on weekdays. He liked the taste of alcohol very much, but the feeling after being drunk was abhorrent after he tried it for the first time, so he just tasted the taste of alcohol and never drank too much.

　　Rainer is the same. As a game house in his previous life, he can accept alcohol, but the dizziness and vomiting after drinking too much made him stay away, so he didn't drink much.

　　 Needless to say, little Rumbarre, he can only drink mead, it's hard to get drunk.

In this way, with the help of the servants, one by one knights were sent into the room arranged for them in advance. For the group of knight vassals who supported him, Reiner prepared for each of them in the castle. The room is convenient for them to live in the castle.

　　 "Brother, do you really want...?" Rumbarre followed Rainer out of the main fort hall and boarded the city wall and looked into the distance.

The evening breeze with a hint of chill blew on Lena's body, and his robe began to flutter with the wind. Although it was a bit cold, it effectively relieved the sultry and disgusting feeling in the hall. On the contrary, he felt Very sober.

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

"Yes!" Leiner didn't look at Rumbarre beside him. He is different from Little Wend. He is sixteen years old this year. After Creation Day, he will be seventeen-year-old like Leiner. The vision of seeing dumb things will be more changeable, and there will be more thinking things than half-old children like Little Wend.

　　 "The royal family is already in danger. If the royal family is weak enough, the other lords will surely rise up and completely overthrow the royal family! Will we end up at that time? The surname Merland will be completely wiped out 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 be recognized by the royal family!"

"After all, we still have relatives with the royal family. Even if we bury our heads in the soil and curl up in the northern border without any movement, there will definitely be countless people who take our heads to claim credit with those high lords! Maybe! The most positive of these are our current allies!"

　　 Rumbarre nodded subconsciously. He felt that today's elder brother was very strange. What he said did not want his brother in the ordinary day, but rather like the old duke with scheming in the knight novel.

　　 Feeling Lumbarley’s puzzlement, Leiner continued: "What I want to do is to increase my strength as soon as possible and bring the entire northern territory into my rule! What I want is the entire northern territory!"

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

"If the royal family still has hope~www.wuxiahere.com~, then we will do our utmost to support and help our relatives continue to rule and quell the rebellion. At that time, our northern Morande will inevitably get the title of a northern prince! "

　　Rainer turned his head, gave Rumbarre a meaningful look, and then a strange curve formed on his lips: "If there is no hope...then I hope we will become the new...Royal family!"

　　 Hearing this, Lumbarley's pupils shrank slightly, looking at Lena with amazement, but could not 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 street lights are still shining on the world.

The street in the imperial capital is very prosperous, even at night. In a magnificent room in the imperial palace, soft carpets even make people feel like they are on the clouds covering the whole room.

The flames in the fireplace are burning, bringing unparalleled warmth to the room. The surrounding ornate metal decorations reflect the light in the room and look a little dazzling. The oil lamp on the ceiling shakes slightly to illuminate the whole room. It was dark, and it looked very strange.

　　 The emperor who had roughly unified the entire empire was lying on a huge and soft bed.

His figure was thin, and his face also showed a deep depression. The torture of his illness has long made him no longer the majestic posture he had during the Southern and Northern Wars. Now he looks like a rickety old man in his twilight years. , The original vigor and inviolable prestige have long since disappeared.