The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Oh?" The king laughed when he heard it.

This is undoubtedly a very useful compliment for a ruler.

Brighton is not a saint. He certainly enjoys the praise of others. This country and this city are his pride. Therefore, he will not pretend to be noble and say something like "but we can't stop the war" at a time like this.

"Excuse me," Mia continued, "how should we manage this country?"

But when it comes to this, Breidin raised his eyebrows: "Few magicians ask me questions like this."

Mia paused: "Well, although I am a magician, I still have a land that I need to inherit..."

"This is rare. Usually, sorcerers who are proficient in the mysticism are monks who have detached themselves from the world..." The king took a sip of wine.

Mia said, "I think Altria would also like to hear your experience?"

Altria, who was concentrating on eating, heard someone mention her, so she raised her head and blinked at Mia.

By the time she finally realized what the topic was.

She nodded vigorously at Brighton: "I hope to learn some experience in governing a country."

Brydin put down his glass and laughed.

"I don't mind being a mentor to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

He was about to speak, then stopped in distress.

"But where should I start?"

"Governing a country is a complicated matter," King Brydin replied. "I am not young anymore, and I lack another hand."

He generously showed the empty sleeves to the others and said, "It was eight years ago, about eight years ago, the shield was pierced by a javelin."

"When it comes to fighting, I am not much better than the other six little kings, but when it comes to governing a country, I still have some confidence. This is an art, a very complicated art, Your Highness, and, Your Excellency Mia."

"Economy, military affairs, people's needs, relationships between subordinates, relationships with other kings, what do you want to hear from me?"

"Well," Mia pondered for a moment, "What if you were to inherit a country that had been devastated by war, where the people were living in poverty and only one tenth of the population survived?"

"Well, um..." Bredin put his hands on the table, half-supporting his body: "If the war is over, then you have to find a way to let them know about it."

"for example."

"Of course, it's to get their lives back on track!" Breiding said, "You have to make them believe that you can protect them, so that they will voluntarily pay all the taxes."

"It is also extremely important that only when your people are well fed can they understand what a country is."

Bredin raised a finger and emphasized, "Ruling the people is like training a dog, Your Highness. You must let them know your authority and that you are the master. At the same time, you must give them appropriate benefits so that they will fight for you."

"If you can't give them benefits - the most basic security and food, as well as property, then they will turn to anyone who can give them these things, including the Ansa. Do you understand? Don't try to take away from your own people what they need to survive. You may seem to gain wealth, but in fact you are funding your enemies."

Both Altria and Mia nodded, listening carefully to King Brightin's small lecture on governing a country.

"Of course, how to rebuild after the war is an even bigger challenge," he continued.

Until late at night.

The servants had already cleared away all the plates and food, and in the end only Mia, Altria, and Melina were left.

King Brydin talked about how to appease the people, how to revive the economy, how to use natural resources for trade, and so on.

"Besides that, there is land. How can a country become rich? The most important thing is food. Food can make people rich. When people are rich, they will love their country."

There were bursts of bell sounds coming from the distance.

"Ah, it's time for curfew." King Braidin looked out the window.

I haven't realized I've been talking for a long time.

"That's all for today." The king drank the wine in his cup. "After we defeat Vortigern, I will teach you more about governing a country, Your Highness."

Since the host has already said so, there is no reason for Mia and Altria, as guests, to persist.

In any case, Mia has gained a lot from the conversation over the past few hours tonight.

At least for Mia, who hardly watched the news in her previous life, King Brydin's course on governing a country completely opened the door to a new world for her.

It seems that we have some ideas on how to deal with the border area.

Chapter 93. So, don’t judge a person by his appearance

Love you, good night

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Although the night was very harmonious.

But no one forgot the original agreement with King Brydin.

The next morning, they packed their bags and headed for the king's parade ground.

On the streets, they saw more refugees.

Those are not the refugees of Knight Eggard who are in the arena.

But they were villagers from other villages, other knights.

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That is to say, after Egede, three more villages were threatened by the Ansa people.

The Ansa people did not march along the road as a whole in an orderly manner. They were a coalition formed by the leaders of various tribes.

All they need is for their supreme leader to set the gathering point and destination.

All Brighton knew was that the Ansa had assembled fifteen hundred soldiers.

But where would the enemy go from the assembly point to the destination? What would they have to go through?

That is all decided by the tribal leaders.

This is a very convenient way for raiders to march.

As long as they could arrive at the designated location at the designated time, no one cared which route the tribal leaders took with their troops or how many villages they burned.

In the king's barracks, it seemed that the soldiers were ready to go.

The king planned to send 800 men to the castle to block Vortigern's army together with the 200 defenders already in the castle.

Brighton had originally only wanted to send out 400 men, but no one dared to bet that 1,500 men would be their final strength.

After all, the Ansa troops are very scattered and have a high degree of freedom.

No one knows whether those 1,500 people are all there are.

Others, refugees and soldiers fleeing villages threatened by Ansa raiders,

The saying goes, if your number is ten, surround them; if your number is five, attack them; if your number is twice as many, fight them.

If the intelligence is true, then an army of 1,500 people would not have much chance of winning against the 1,000 defenders hiding in the castle.

Brighton's military chief was a tall man, a hand taller than Kai, but still a little inferior to Wilden.

"My name is Antonius Britannius, and I am the military commander of King Brydin."

The brown-haired knight introduced himself.

Among these new recruits, only Wilden could get the knight to nod his head.

Oh, Merlin didn't come.

He disappeared early in the morning and no one knew what he was doing.

Although he always gives people the feeling of being unreliable and like a tough guy.

But to be honest, I was seriously scolded.

Yesterday was the first time.

Maybe he felt bad and went somewhere to relax.

Forget it, leave him alone.

"Hello." Altria responded to Anthony politely.

Brightin did not tell Anthony about Altria's identity.

Because of this, in response to Altria's polite greeting, the knight spoke with some contempt.

"War is not a play, little girl."

He looked at the armor on Altria, not trying to hide his contempt for the girl.

It looked like it was just a little girl that didn't even reach his chest.

Such contempt made Altria a little unhappy.

She is not the type who becomes less qualified the more she experiences the same thing.

On the contrary, the more times you experience such contempt, the more seriously you take this matter.

If it is only the first or second time, then it can only be regarded as a problem of a few individuals and not a mainstream concept, but if most of the people you see think this way.

Then the other party needs to reflect on it carefully.

"Would you like to compete with that little girl you mentioned?" she said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Anthony watched her with interest.

"Are you sure? A lady, wanting to challenge a knight?"

Logically, they should respect women.

If you see a damsel in distress in the wild, you need to help her. In your daily life, you need to show your chivalry and give ladies some small privileges.

Like ladies first or something like that.

"Although I am just an apprentice knight, please don't humiliate me like this." Altria said seriously.

She is, of course, a girl, but she is also a knight.

Anthony's words undoubtedly ignored the fact that Altria was a knight.

"Okay then." Anthony replied bluntly.

In his mind, Altria's behavior already seemed a bit unreasonable.

Respecting women does not mean that all fairies must be respected. The prerequisite is that women who are polite, sensible, and respect knights are worthy of the respect of knights.

And the army is the army. This is the king's professional army. They are not those messy conscripts, but a professional army that makes a living from military affairs, enjoys the best supplies, the best equipment, and exists for war.

This is not a dance troupe that a little girl can just come to whenever she wants.

"If I were you, I wouldn't mess with her." Kai smiled with glee.

Anthony frowned and glanced at Kai sideways.

As he said before, he had no good feelings towards this kind of ungrateful young man.

Anthony and Altria did not compete in public.

Instead, he chose an indoor practice field.

Anthony looked at the girl in front of him.

To be honest, he felt guilty about this matter.

After all, fighting against a little girl like this seemed so un-knightly!

Altria raised her wooden sword.

'It's a pretty standard posture,' Anthony thought.

And he was thinking about how to strike a blow to Altria's arrogance without hurting this obviously spoiled young lady.

With her fair skin, smooth blonde hair and slender figure, doesn’t Altria look like a spoiled young lady?

Although it is beautiful, it is definitely not the type that should appear on the battlefield.

However, she is still a girl and we should be more gentle and considerate to her.

So thought the macho medieval knight.

Unfortunately, he prefers muscular and strong women.

"Come on," said the knight, sword raised.