Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 50 European Situation

"Okay, I got it. I'll give the order right away." Altria took out a notebook, wrote it down, and immediately prepared to issue the task.

Kelar was a little worried and warned: "Bring more people this time. When a country is about to fall, evil will appear. I think there will be trouble in the Western Roman Empire!"

It is embarrassing to say that a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even though the Western Roman Empire has fallen into such a state, the Romans still have a place among the major forces in the British Isles.

It’s just that the Roman commander Tiberius was very low-key, and usually no one noticed this Roman legion commander.

In the map of Western Rome, this place is still Britannia. King Uther and Vortigern basically declared themselves kings without legal recognition. If Rome had not split, it would have sent troops to severely suppress these Celtic barbarians.

The division of Eastern and Western Rome marked the beginning of the decline of the Roman Empire.

It would take at least a month for the Maple Ridge caravan to make a round trip.
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"The power between Britain's red dragons and white dragons is beginning to become unbalanced."

In a garrison further south than Camelot, almost in Ireland, the Roman commander, Lucius Tiberius, put down his quill with great worry.

This is a very Roman name and also a very aristocratic name. His ancestors also produced Roman emperors. According to the Oriental people, this is a member of the Roman royal family.

"On the other hand, the situation in the Empire is getting worse and worse. The Gothic barbarians cannot be trusted at all!"

Tiberius thought angrily: "What on earth is Augustus thinking? Those barbarians conquered Rome decades ago, and now they are hiring Goths as soldiers. Odoacer will never obey orders!"

"Don't the Romans have any good men willing to serve as soldiers?"

Tiberius didn't know that the people of Western Rome were in a worse state than he thought. These Romans thought it was a good deal to spend a little money to hire some barbarians to fight for the Romans, which could save the Romans from casualties...

However, if the majority of the ethnic group in a country is unwilling to serve in the army to defend the country, then the country will not be far from destruction.

"Kailar... a Celtic saint who transports weapons and supplies to Rome every year."

Tiberius picked up the intelligence from Maple Ridge and looked at Kelar's actions this year, and was able to infer the thoughts of this man whose every move could affect the situation in Britain.

"Damn it!" After reading it, Tiberius was furious: "Kerard actually provided weapons to the Visigoths. What a damn saint, he actually helped the Gothic barbarians to commit crimes... None of these barbarians can be trusted!"

Everyone is a double standard dog. Kelar has been selling weapons and equipment to the Romans for so many years, but Tiberius thinks this is reasonable and does not think there is anything wrong with Kelar, a benevolent saint.

But now Keral did not want to sell weapons and equipment to these Romans who were still corrupt even on the brink of national destruction, and Tiberius immediately scolded him for being unworthy of being a saint. Tiberius even had the idea of ​​obstructing him and secretly decided that he would never let Keral's caravan successfully go out to sea next time.

"Also, Uther's health is getting worse and worse. It looks like we need to find a new Celtic lord to support him."

Tiberius pondered for a moment, took out a feather pen and started writing and drawing. He sorted out almost all the Celtic lords, including their personality traits and whether it would be in the interests of Rome after supporting them.
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"Lord Kelar, the Hun Empire's offensive against the Western Roman Empire is getting stronger." The Ansa man in charge of the Maple Ridge caravan stood in front of Kelar. His face was weathered, and his eyes, which opened inadvertently, flashed with shrewdness: "Gothic King, Odoacer is very satisfied with this batch of weapons. He calls you the eternal friend of the Goths."

“Haha~” Kelar shook his head and laughed, “Odoacer is a capricious person who never takes his dignity and face seriously. When he knelt down and kowtowed to the foolish Roman emperor, anyone who saw him would think he was a filial son and a good grandson!”

But in the end, it was Odoacer who did what many barbarians wanted to do but dared not do. He deposed the emperor of the Western Roman Empire, occupied the entire Western Roman territory and proclaimed himself king.

To be honest, it is still a bit rough. If it were China, they would have to abdicate and resign three times before they could usurp the throne.

After destroying the Western Roman Empire, Odoacer turned around and surrendered to the Eastern Roman Empire. Such shamelessness, such a cool head, and such soft knees are not something that ordinary people can do.

"Just treat what Odoacer says as bullshit."

Kelar said without even looking up: "Compared to the so-called friendship of the Goths, I am more concerned about the gains from this business trip."

"I don't want those tattered silks and rotten porcelains that are more valuable than gold. What I want are food, medicine, snow sugar, fodder (soybeans and eggs), horses, etc...."

"Lord Kelar, the war caused the price of grain to fluctuate, especially since we spent a lot of money, the value of grain has increased very quickly. If we had sold it at that time, we might have made a lot of money..."

At this point, the Ansa man shook his head with regret: "But I dare not change your decision without authorization. We have bought all the food, snow sugar, medicine, kerosene, and fodder, but the transportation capacity is really limited. It may take a lot of time to transport the horses."

In fact, British horses are also very tall, otherwise the Celtic knights would not be so invincible.

However, in the era of cold weapons, war horses were strategic resources, and no family would complain about having too many horses.

"You did a great job. Go home and rest. I'll give you a vacation." Kelar nodded, then took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a one-year leave application, saying, "Go find Lily to approve the leave application. Rest well at home during this time and spend some time with your wife and children!"

Due to Vortigern's evil deeds and the uprising of the rebels in the territory of the Bian King, many Angus who could not bear the tyranny came to Maple Ridge.

It has to be said that in the British Isles, Kelar has a lot of face. As long as the women and children of Ansa say they want to go to Maple Ridge to seek refuge with Kelar, the Celtic lords along the way will basically not make things difficult for them.

What a joke, would you offend the most powerful god of war in the British Isles just to kill a few unarmed women and children?
Everyone knows that Kelar hates killing the most!
Most women and children would be spared, but young and middle-aged people would not be so lucky. The better ones would be detained as slaves, and the worse ones would be killed directly as sacrifices to the god of war...

After all, this is still Britain, and there are still a large number of people who do not agree with Kelar's ideas and propositions.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kelar." The leader of the Ansa caravan knelt on the ground, knocking his forehead against Kelar's boots like a pilgrim, and perhaps even kissing his footprints.

Kelar had long been accustomed to the Angsa people's fanatical, cult-like worship atmosphere, so he nodded and said, "Go down, I'll call you if there's anything."

(End of this chapter)