Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 40 The Need for a Chivalrous Expedition

Coronni, the origin of the chivalrous expedition in the Chaos Wasteland.

Fighting the green tide took away all the splendor of the capital of the Knight Kingdom. Those great and noble knights closed the purest white castle, took their horses and top retainers, and launched a surprise attack on the badlands with triumphant songs.

The foundation of Bretonnia is the chivalrous spirit of knights, where the strong protect the weak and keep all dangers and hardships out of the country.

But this also means that once the real army of Bretonnia begins its long journey, the remaining defenders in the Kingdom of Knights will mostly be old, weak, sick and disabled, people who are not worthy of the title of knights and can only appease themselves by gathering in groups.

They are not qualified to participate in the war against the Green Tide, but they call themselves knights, so they can only patrol within the borders of Bretonnia, appease the people, and find various opportunities to atone for their sins.

That is, the chivalrous expeditions that often occur in Bretonnia.

Expeditions in the name of knights are not only to demonstrate their own chivalry, but also a ladder for advancement in Bretonnia.

Those truly great knights only need to show their brilliance in competitions and on the battlefield. However, the chivalrous war selects those war knights who can only be born under continuous wars and strong desires.

Therefore, every time there is a chivalrous expedition, there will be many lower-class knights who are eager to respond to the call.

Although they would be "collapsed" at the first blow, and might be overwhelmed by the formal army of knights wrapped in blessings and glory, their spirit and enthusiasm would never fade.

No one likes to be called a coward, and no one wants their reputation to fall to that level. Therefore, chivalrous wars often take away countless civilians, serfs, and lower-class knights.

For Bretonnia, which is blessed by the Lady of the Lake, even if the tax is nine-tenths, the serfs can use the supplies to support countless offspring.

In a sense, this is also the normal metabolism of Bretonnia and a necessary part of this country.

Now, the chivalrous war against the Broken Lands has begun, and heroes from all over the world are gearing up and have arrived in Cologne with their serfs and supplies, ready to take part in this chivalrous expedition against the Chaos Wasteland.

The reputation of this chivalrous war against the Witch King of Chaos is no worse than that of fighting the Green Tide. In fact, to a certain extent, this belief and loyalty are even more legitimate. This also makes the entire chivalrous expedition fleet seem to be a little abnormally inflated, including far more than Bretonnia troops.

Just like now, even some dangerous activities cannot get the proper rewards in the capital of this country of knights.

"Here, here is your reward for cleaning up the polluted barn outside the city. It's thirteen silver coins in total."

"Thirteen silver coins?!"

The bloodstained player looked at the fat merchant in front of him in disbelief, pointed at his torn clothes and burn marks, and shouted in front of the store:
"We found a blood-letting vampire with crippled legs in the barn. We fought hard to defeat it. Fourteen of our brothers died just to let me chop off his head. Now you are humiliating us with thirteen silver coins?! That's fourteen lives!"

The passers-by looked at the player who was covered in dirt and screaming miserably, and looked at the shop owner with some dissatisfaction.

The dissatisfaction extended not because of pity or sympathy, but because the boss did not handle the problem properly.

Looking at the looks of his neighbors, the shop owner clicked his tongue and raised a finger.

"Then I'll give you two more silver coins."

"Add one more silver coin and twenty-eight copper coins, otherwise we can't calculate." "Okay, take it. Get out of here."

"Okay. I wish you a prosperous business~"

It was as if he was a completely different person. The guy who had just been kneeling on the ground crying miserably, as if he was trying to show some kind of life-and-death brotherhood, immediately took the purse that the boss impatiently threw at him with a grin and left happily.

This kind of thing has gradually become a common occurrence in Cologne.

The players, these fearless, nimble, yet extremely fragile fellows, had somehow begun to use their own miraculous channels to gain knowledge of the Chivalrous Expedition.

These guys, like the ratmen in the legend, began to occupy the streets and alleys of Cologne, going door to door asking if there was anything they could do for them or what they needed to do. And although the players were not in good health, they were brave and fearless in doing things, and they were not afraid of getting dirty or tired, and they had considerable subjective initiative.

Therefore, Colonni did not have much doubt and classified these strange lives as objects for normal treatment.

After all, there are too many things in this world that appear to be immortal, including undead magic, constructs, elemental creatures, aggregates of consciousness, demons, and incarnations of nature. One more player is nothing.

Although there are many players, compared to the Elemental Disaster when the world was full of elemental creatures, the players' performance can be regarded as a model of undead creatures. They are easily suppressed if they are slightly dangerous, and are considered by the Bretonnians to be a subordinate race similar to serfs.

It's just that sometimes I don't know what's good for me.

However, most of the players would not care about the disgusted expressions of the merchants. Instead, they blew the silver coins, put the copper coins inside into their pockets, and then hummed a little tune as they walked to a chaotic neighborhood, opened a secret door and walked down.

Along with the warm and humid air and the noisy roaring sounds, the gathering place of the players appeared in front of this man, bringing a smile to his face.

"Hey, is business good today?"

"Yeah, we encountered a demon vampire in the barn. Luckily, he was stuck in the portal and was killed by us using our bodies to revive him. Otherwise, we might have lost money on this event."

The male player showed no sign of crying and shouting in anger just now. After counting the fourteen silver coins, he handed them to the reviewer in front of him without changing his expression.

"Here, fourteen silver coins. There are fourteen of us brothers, one silver coin for each. We can just record them all on the magic bill when the time comes."

"You plan to gather some supplies to join the chivalrous expedition? A few silver coins won't be enough."

The player who looked like a bartender casually recorded it in the magic book, glanced at the dirty player in front of him and sneered.

"The price of supplies has increased again. The basic guarantee requirement for a cabin space on the Chivalrous Expedition has risen to seventy-four silver coins, and it may increase in the future. Your current guarantee amount is a bit insufficient."

"Ah? Why did the price go up again? Is it so expensive to get a berth on the ship?"

"You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too expensive too. Don't you think about it? This is the first major event that our players can participate in in three years. We all pooled our money to buy the boat. How can we let you get on it without paying?"

Looking at the mumbling players, the bartender rolled his eyes and said as a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)