The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Of course, I am not saying that it is unimportant to allow the people to live and work in peace. Even if we are small people on the sand castle, we should at least build the sand castle high enough so that those with power can slap the giant in the face. Do you understand, Your Highness?"

"I understand." Altria nodded seriously.

Brydin leaned forward and asked, "I am not one to command those who blindly pursue prophecy, Your Highness. I know you pulled out the sword from the stone, but if you put the sword on your saddle, does that mean your horse is also the holder of the sword from the stone?"

"Where is your power?"

"You want to see my strength?" Altria held the scabbard and responded calmly: "I will not avoid the challenge of any knight."

"No," Brydin shook his head, "It's not my knight who is challenging you."

"That?"

The king paused, then said, "Your Highness, I think you should know what the imminent challenge of my country is?"

"Of course I understand."

Vortigern's army is coming.

"That's it," said Brydin. "I must support the castle where my knight Adlan is stationed. It is the only way to Lancaster from the south, and we must hold it."

"I will send my military steward and my army to reinforce Adlan's castle. If possible, Your Highness, you can demonstrate your chosen power on the battlefield."

Brighton was old, but he had a clear understanding of his own capabilities, and this was not the first time he had faced Vortigern's army.

The messenger asking for help headed north two hours after Knight Egede's messenger arrived.

If two of the three small kingdoms in Upper Britain could unite, it would not be a problem to stop Vortigern's army of 1,500 people at the gates of Lancaster.

Vortigern's power is extremely strong, he is like a god, and he is going to destroy the white dragon of Britain.

But the White Dragon was not diligent. Most of the time, he would not take action personally until the army he led was defeated.

Before that could happen, Brydin had to use the terrain to weaken Vortigern's army.

He will send his own military chief and ask Altria and others to follow him.

She shouldn't at least be holding back, right?

If the military commander completed the original task without encountering any unexpected situations, or if the task was not completed due to unexpected situations, it would prove that there was nothing special about Altria.

On the other hand, if the mission is completed excellently, it proves that Altria at least has some ability.

He had to test the lord to whom he would serve in the future.

"Your Highness, I hope you can accompany my army."

Brightin nodded politely and spoke to Altria.

"Okay." Altria looked up at Brightin who was sitting on the throne.

She took up the challenge.

The king nodded in satisfaction: "There is no rush for this matter. My scouts are monitoring the movements of the Ansa people at all times. Their attack will take time, and it will also take time for me to gather the soldiers."

"You all stay in the palace tonight. I will arrange a sumptuous dinner to welcome you all."

"You are very generous, King Brightin." Altria bowed.

"For the future Supreme King, this is the most basic etiquette."

After that, he shouted with full force: "Servant!"

This Latin word has another translation in the future.

'count'

After a few breaths, a man wearing a short gown and a green feather hat, dressed very elegantly, appeared.

"Are you looking for me, Your Majesty?"

"Take these adults to the guest room," said Brighting.

"Yes, my lord."

When the six people left under the guidance of their servants, Brighton looked at their backs for a long time.

Except for Altria, Kai, and Merlin.

And then there are those three slightly mysterious but hard to ignore people.

The king was somewhat curious about the origins of those people who did not speak much during the audience.

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Good night, love you.

I got acne on my face because I stayed up too late. Wow.

written request for leave

My grandma came to our house today and I did a thorough cleaning with her.

Also, I have to adjust my sleep schedule.

After writing the leave note, I will go to bed and update tomorrow.

good night.

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Chapter 92. Theory of Governing a Country (First Update)

It is very interesting to travel to different countries, or even different parts of the world, and experience the local culture and architecture.

For example, the Roman style decoration in the royal palace in Brighton is different from that in Wales.

Tall columns, huge arches, and spacious interior spaces.

Contrary to later stereotypes, there were not many buildings built by the Romans that were purely rock structures.

Well, perhaps in the early days of the empire, when the population was sparse, it was possible to build pure marble buildings, but as the empire expanded and Roman culture spread, it became too impractical to use marble to build all buildings.

The main body is cast in concrete or built directly with bricks, and the outer layer is painted with lime slurry or covered with a thin layer of marble slabs.

It not only saves costs but also retains the original visual effect. Moreover, the combination of bricks and concrete is definitely easier to shape than bulky stones.

It was not expensive marble but lime and concrete that made Roman columns and huge arches spread all along the Mediterranean coast.

In addition, such pure-colored buildings do not cause aesthetic fatigue.

There are tapestries of various colors hanging in the room, and most of the bare walls are painted.

What's interesting is the bed.

Look at the square bed, which is against the wall on three sides and blends into the building.

Mia thought of a word.

'kang'

But there was no small hole at the bottom to add firewood.

There is a wool mattress on the kang.

This palace is also a good museum, with treasures of the royal family displayed on both sides of the corridors and in some special rooms.

Standing on the balcony of a high floor of the palace with my hands on my hips, looking at the city, I felt like "I am the best among the people".

Mia also experienced the sourness of a super big house.

Although this is not her territory.

As the sky gradually darkened, a servant brought news that the king had invited several people to a banquet.

If judged by the standards of later generations.

The food here is far from luxurious.

King Brydin, a contemporary, seemed to have the same view: "War is approaching, and I cannot entertain a few people at a festive standard."

He looked a little apologetic.

No one objected to this because the dish before the king was exactly the same as the one before the guest.

To ensure that all dishes are hot, people at the table will eat the dishes that have been served while waiting for the chef to serve them.

On the nobles' tables, all large pieces of meat were cut by servants.

Romans at banquets liked to use their hands to grab food and put it into their mouths, but the British preferred spoons and knives.

The two cultures were able to blend with each other, and the British enjoyed Roman-style cuisine in their own way.

Except for food like barbecue, which is almost the same all over the world.

There are also pork stewed with apples, seasoned pumpkin puree, sweet fried meatballs, and salads cooked in broth and mixed with olive oil, butter, and grape jam.

And most importantly, expensive white bread.

And another food that Mia was very interested in.

Boiled chicken dumplings.

Dumplings are certainly not exclusive to Orientals. If we ignore the cultural factors behind the food, dumplings are just food with fillings wrapped in dough, nothing more.

The Romans had this food, the Franks had this food, the Sassanians had this food, the Iberians had this food.

It can be said that as long as wheat is grown, at least 80% of people, if not 100%, know how to make noodles and dumplings. The only difference is the cooking methods.

Baked, fried, boiled, pan-fried, all kinds of them.

There’s even fish sauce and wine vinegar for dipping.

Artoria did not bring her sword. She seemed a little depressed, perhaps because of her previous conversation with King Brydin.

Without saying a word, he scooped up the pumpkin puree with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

"Your Highness," King Brydin said shortly after dinner began, "I mistakenly took your sworn brother for you. I hope that was not an offense. I only heard that after King Uther died, Merlin sent you to a good knight who was loyal to King Uther."

Altria shook her head, "That's not an offense, Master Brightin."

Brydin nodded slightly, then raised his wine glass.

I ask questions to everyone here, especially those who I haven’t talked to much about before.

"Sir Wilden, if anyone can win your loyalty, he would probably be the most blessed person in the world."

In Wilden's hands, the cup was almost a thumb-sized toy.

"My allegiance is to Mia..." Wilden replied.

"Oh," the king turned his gaze to the girl.

"You call yourself a magician?"

"Yeah." Mia nodded politely.

"Are you related to King Uther?" Brydin asked.

"No, it's not." Mia shook her head and smiled, "It's really just a coincidence."

Brighton frowned slightly in doubt.

"Where are you from?"

"A place you haven't heard of."

"Why don't you let me hear it?" Brighting said, "It might just help me gain some knowledge."

"Well..." Mia paused, "I'm from the Junction, with Melina and Wilden."

"The border?" the king murmured.

"That sounds like a very broad place name?"

"Indeed, it's a pretty big area." Mia nodded.

"Interesting, huh..." Brighton stroked his beard.

Mia lowered her head and chewed the food in her mouth, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.

"Your Majesty, Brydin," Mia took a breath, and after overcoming some of her shyness, she said, "I like your city."