Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 483 Proton
Next comes the symbolic ceremony in which the Holy Light Church bestows its blessings upon the Goddess.

The young queen was blessed by Her Majesty Pope Kalis, the highest-ranking pope.

Kalis ascended the steps with elegance and poise, her fingertips gathering soft and pure holy light, which she gently touched Aishilu's forehead.

"May the goddess favor you and guide you, Your Majesty Ashel Krasien." Kalis's voice was gentle yet powerful, and a holy radiance enveloped the young queen, making her appear even more like a ruler ordained by heaven.

The succession ceremony was thus completed.

"Long live the King of Debe, Your Majesty Ashelu!" the old prime minister shouted with all his might.

The hall fell silent for a moment, then a tremendous roar erupted.

"Long live Queen Aisil I!"

"Long live His Majesty Li Wei!"

"Long live Debe!"

The cheers came from the North, the South, and some of the Eastern nobles who had already surrendered, their roar shaking the heavens.

The nobles of the West, led by Duke Grey, also bowed, but their voices were somewhat hoarse and strained.

Duke Grey closed his eyes, as if the cheers were yet another lash against his defeat.

After the cheers subsided, Ashley raised her hand slightly, just as Meibessie had repeatedly instructed her.

The hall fell silent again, everyone eager to know what the new queen's first order would be.

She looked at Li Wei, who simply smiled slightly, encouraging her to speak.

Aishilu took a deep breath and strained her gaze toward the back of the hall to make her voice carry further: "Punishing traitors and rewarding loyal subjects is the king's duty, Prime Minister. Pronounce my judgment."

The old prime minister rose from his chair and came to the throne, between the two orcas warriors. Dressed in a proper minister's robe, he glanced at the dragon knight prince without making it obvious. As soon as they looked at each other, their eyes met. The prince smiled slightly, which startled the old prime minister so much that he hurriedly pulled out a roll of parchment with pre-prepared contents from his wide sleeve.

After the process was completed, a long list of names was read out. These names were all nobles from each province, usually starting with the one with the highest rank.

"So many people," Aishilu thought to herself. She figured that just sending letters to these nobles would probably require thousands of specially trained colony pigeons.

Just as the lords were about to fall asleep, the name-reading segment finally ended.

The old prime minister also breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. When he was young, he could have recited this list in one breath without even breaking a sweat, but now it was too difficult for an old man like him.

"In the name of the King and the Holy Light, I hereby order all the nobles to immediately come to court and swear allegiance. Those who refuse will be considered traitors, and their titles and territories will be revoked by the royal family," the old prime minister said in a loud and solemn voice.

However, this was just a formality; almost all the nobles present were those that Debe could possibly attend.

Aside from some barons and viscounts who were too poor and too far from Gonda to afford the round-trip expenses, they could only send a letter of loyalty via a bird.

The Debe royal family didn't care. As long as the major nobles came, that was fine. These minor nobles were often vassals of the major nobles, so it didn't matter whether they came or not.

"Although the West Side rebelled and intended to overthrow the regime, thanks to the fact that Duke Grey of the West Side and his nobles ultimately remained rational on the battlefield and surrendered, no bloodshed or loss occurred." The old prime minister put down the parchment, took a breath, and then took out another scroll from his other sleeve, unfolded it, and continued reading methodically: "As His Majesty the King wishes, only the ringleaders will be punished. Duke Grey Roganres will be stripped of his title and sentenced to a lifetime banishment from Gonda. The Duke of the West Side will be inherited by his eldest son. The remaining nobles of the West Side will send a male direct descendant to Gonda to join the Royal Griffin Guard and learn swordsmanship from His Majesty the Dragon Knight, Livy. All soldiers of the West Side will be sent back to the West Side."

The nobles of the Western Frontier visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their tense shoulders relaxing. Although they had to send one of their sons to Gonda as a hostage, they already had many sons, so sending a few that they didn't like was no problem at all. Moreover, they were going to learn swordsmanship from that Dragon Knight, so it was hard to say whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"At this critical juncture, when we are surrounded by wolves and in turmoil, His Majesty's will designate His Majesty the Dragon Knight, Livy Targaryen, as the chief minister of the King's Hand, to command the military in the name of the King, to lead the army to suppress the rebels in times of turmoil, and to train the armies in times of peace, and to be fully responsible for the kingdom's military affairs."

All the nobles seemed to have expected this, and were not surprised at all that someone would take over the position of Hand of the King, which had been idle for almost a hundred years.

However, what puzzled them slightly was that the Hand of the King was almost second only to the King, in charge of all political affairs, so why was he only in charge of military affairs here?

The former prime minister continued reading: "As for the duke Freyna Martell, who has been loyal to her duties, in accordance with His Majesty the King's wishes, she shall take over the important position of Minister of Justice to assist His Majesty in governing the country and to make just, wise and impartial judgments."

Next came the succession of the various ministers. With most of the original ministers of Gonda dead, Gonda appeared to be in good standing, but in reality, it had long since become a makeshift organization.

The vacant positions are filled by selecting suitable people from High Cliff Fortress, the Southern Border, and the Northern Border. These ministerial positions can be seen as a form of power, and the more positions a faction occupies, the greater the benefits it will receive.

The lords of the North and South were naturally not stingy with their resources. After discussion, they appointed Frina as Minister of Justice, Onaya as Chief Intelligence Officer, and even Duke Finn was given the position of Minister of Naval Affairs.

As for the very important positions of Minister of Finance and Commander of the Royal Knights who lead three thousand Royal Griffin Guards, in Elder Tang Jin's words, they must be firmly held in the hands of High Cliff Fortress.

After all the positions had been filled, the old prime minister, at the prompting of the new ministers, continued reading: "The once beloved King Harland has just passed away, and the calamity of the dead has swept through Gonda. At this critical moment, His Majesty the King and all the ministers agree that the expeditionary force's campaign within the Persian Gulf Empire is of paramount importance."

The former prime minister stopped there and lowered his head in anticipation.

Aishilu's clear voice rang out: "Every nobleman who is loyal to King Debe has an obligation to participate in this war. Afterwards, the King, my husband His Majesty Li Wei, will draft the list of personnel to reinforce the expeditionary force."

The nobles were instantly abuzz with discussion. The upheaval in Gonda had almost made them forget that Debe's army was still at war. However, most of them were not only not resistant to the order to join the war, but were actually extremely excited.

“Your Majesty Ashelu, I would like to know whether His Highness Li Wei will participate in the war.” An Earl from the East could not help but step forward, perform a noble salute, and inquire according to the procedures of the Imperial Council.

Aisha looked up at the hopeful eyes, then smiled and nodded: "Yes, Lord Levi will personally lead the army to reinforce Governor Bernard in this war."

The Eastern nobleman who had inquired smiled and respectfully withdrew. A considerable cheer erupted from the nobles; had it not been for the fact that this was His Majesty's private meeting, the scene would likely have quickly spiraled out of control.

No wonder they were so excited.

The opponent is the number one warrior under the stars, a twin dragon knight, and a Templar Knight who cultivates both holy and martial arts. He is a grim reaper that no one can match on the battlefield, and he can influence the rise and fall of a country.

Without a doubt, they represent the pinnacle of combat power for every nation.

Becoming enemies with this Dragon Knight is terrifying, but now that such a top-tier expert is on their side, it's naturally incredibly exciting. This means that in their war with the Persian Gulf Empire, they don't need to worry about the enemy's powerful figures at all.

Gundar is officially on track, and another week has passed in a flurry of activity.

……

Lagrass never left Gondar, but it was clear that the frost giant's pent-up rage was like kindling about to be thrown into a fire, not far from igniting.

It somewhat regretted not including a clause in the contract that required the other party to hand over the Ring of Ice and Water to it within a certain period of time.

Lagrass even had some dark thoughts: what if that damned human kept the Rings of Ice and Water around, keeping them around so that his people would keep fighting for him?

It must be said that this frost giant leader is indeed a seasoned veteran; he guessed most of the answer almost immediately.

It was cursing inwardly when a sudden voice rang in its ear.

"Lagras, what are you doing?"

The frost giant leader was startled and looked down to find that the human had somehow entered their camp.

“Li Wei…”

"Call me the greatest warrior under the stars."

"The greatest warrior under the stars, what brings you here this time?" Lagras cursed inwardly that the other party was even more shameless than it, while asking in a probing tone.

"Achoo." Li Wei suddenly sneezed. He looked at the frost giant in front of him with a smile: "Logically speaking, how could I have caught a cold with my current physique? Is someone cursing me?"

“Lord Li Wei, you are already famous throughout the continent and have become a hero. How could anyone criticize you?” Lagras said without batting an eye.

"Old Ge, actually I planned to come see you right after I resolved the undead calamity and obtained the Titan's Diamond, but I didn't expect things to pile up one after another, leaving you all here. I feel bad about it." The lord's expression was genuine, and his kind smile was like a beacon in the dark.

"This is something even you, sir, couldn't have predicted." Lagras smiled innocently, swearing that it didn't actually curse the other party for being shameless.

"I've thought about it, and things can't be delayed any longer. The thought of so many frost giants suffering in Tiridates breaks my heart. I can't just stand by and watch your homeland be destroyed by lava." Li Wei clutched his mouth, looking utterly heartbroken, as if he were about to grab a rope and commit suicide.

"You idiot!" Lagras squeezed two ice crystals from the corner of his eye, looking extremely grateful: "My lord, really? You are too kind. I, on behalf of my people, express my deepest gratitude to you."

"No need to thank me. This is something that no capable person would ignore." The lord originally wanted to pat the other party on the shoulder, but unfortunately, in order to reduce energy consumption, the frost giant leader used a shrinking spell to shrink his body to its smallest size, which was still five meters tall.

But to everyone's surprise, the frost giant leader actually bowed down, and the lord got his wish. The two became as close as old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

The frost giants and High Cliff Fortress warriors watching from afar were stunned. When did their leaders become so close to the other side?

The lord felt like a magical hourglass that would never stop flowing. He was about to set off again, this time to the "more dangerous" world of Tiridates. For this occasion, the swan butler, Maybessie, held a special send-off party.

Only people from High Cliff Fortress participated in the party, and Frena was also invited. After all, she was now the lord's fiancée, so she was considered one of their own.

As for the wedding, it would have to wait until the war with the Persian Gulf Empire ended, because there were just too many things to do and no time to hold it.

Actually, the lord had a selfish motive. He also had a free Medusa-like snake wife in the Persian Gulf Empire. Bringing her over and holding the wedding on the same day would save a lot of trouble.

Of course, every man has fantasized about traveling with his partner, and the lord, being a masculine man, is no exception.

The party was held in the soldiers' mess hall at Gaoyabao. Although the preparation time was short, it was still grand and magnificent thanks to Mei Beixi's amazing efficiency.

The soft light of the luminous pearls intertwined to create a dreamy, starlight-like glow. Long tables were covered with pristine white tablecloths, and the cutlery was laid out neatly as if cut by a knife. Fragrant vases were also placed on the tables as decorations.

The long dining table was laden with mouthwatering food, and crystal-clear glasses held blood-red wine and amber-colored mead.

A row of beautiful rabbit-woman maids stood gracefully all around, each dressed in a maid's dress, charming and lovely. Mei Beixi wore a proper tailcoat and white gloves, with one hand behind her back and the other hand holding a decanter to pour wine.

The crackling fire in the fireplace dispelled the chill of the night in Gonda and reflected the dumbfounded expressions of the lord and Van Gogh and his group of roughnecks. Was this still the same old dining hall?

If we were to hold a party back then, the knives, forks, and tables would be scattered haphazardly, as long as people could sit on them, it would be fine. There's no need to arrange them so meticulously like this.

Upon seeing this luxurious scene, every roughneck would involuntarily abandon their roguish demeanor and sit respectfully in their proper place.

“Lord Li Wei, the preparation time was too short. We’ll have to make do for now.” The Swan Butler poured a full glass of wine, bowed, and stepped aside, giving a slight nod.

"It's already perfect." Li Wei smiled from ear to ear.

(End of this chapter)