Fortunately, several Military Department orders announced by the second prince Dominguez, pulled everyone back from their confusion to solid ground.
After the war in the southern theater of the empire ends, the [ Wolf Fang Legion ] will be disbanded, and the elite troops of various countries will return to the rule of their respective King. There is no urgent need for a subordinate relationship with King of Chambord. King of Chambord can only serve as the commander of the Imperial Legion's officers in his capacity as a King, and does not hold real military power.
" The Wolf Fang Legion will officially set off for the southern front of the Empire fifteen days from now." Second Prince Dominguez stood smiling at the highest point of the ninth level of the platform, setting down the order in his hand. This was the final order of this award ceremony.
The next three or four hours were another tedious and lengthy period.
Led by soldiers from the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, the vassal states began to collect their rewards—properties, magic stones, weapons, and Dou Qi arts manuals—from the temporary Military Department. Of course, some who had lost out in this long competition also had to go to the temporary Military Department to hand over some official documents and seals.
Sun Fei certainly liked the money and valuables, but the process of waiting in long lines to collect them from the supply depot was as tedious as queuing at an ATM in his previous life. Fortunately, he was now the king of a country, so someone would take care of everything for him, and he didn't have to worry too much. After the award ceremony, His Majesty the King quickly returned to the Chambord camp.
At this time, Sun Fei was already the ruler of a first-class vassal state, a second-class hereditary nobleman of the empire, and in control of a full-strength Wolf Fang Legion. His status was extremely noble, and he could definitely be considered a rising star in the Zenit Empire, a hot and powerful figure, and naturally received enthusiastic support from all sides.
When Sun Fei returned to the camp, he was startled.
The Chambord camp was completely surrounded, with a constant flow of carriages and people. If it weren't for the countless elegantly dressed nobles and celebrities from the capital who were eagerly waiting at the camp gate with lots of gifts, Sun Fei would have thought that someone had some kind of audacity to come and cause trouble.
All of these people are here to give gifts.
Seeing the intense and chaotic scene, Sun Fei felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately knew he was in trouble and quickly switched to [ Assassin Mode ], silently leaving the magic carriage.
Sure enough, the moment he left the carriage, some of the guests 'besieging' the Chambord camp spotted His King's carriage. Someone shouted a few times, and immediately the crowd besieging the camp surged over like a tide. Their obsequious faces were full of smiles, and some people loudly called out the names of their hosts and the precious gifts they had brought, wishing they could stuff the things directly into the carriage curtain.
Quietly returning to the camp, Sun Fei heard the commotion outside and felt a little excited.
He quietly called over a Saint, whispered a few words of advice in his ear, and the Saint named Ivanović bowed and accepted the order...
What happened next made everyone in Chambord grin from ear to ear—
Soon, several tables and chairs were set up in the Chambord camp. The open space in the middle of the camp, which was usually used for soldiers' drills, was also fenced off. People who came to give gifts and make friends were let in one by one, registered, handed over their gifts, and were then politely asked to leave the camp.
We welcome all who come to give gifts.
However, seeing King of Chambord was absolutely impossible.
Because two burly men from Chambord, who had once made it to the top thirteen of the martial arts tournament, would explain to you in a 'friendly' manner that His King had just finished the finals of the Martial Combat Competition and was extremely exhausted, and was resting. If he were disturbed at this time, His King would definitely kill someone in his rage.
Even the most powerful person, the highest-ranking nobleman, could only slink away under duress.
This is a classic case of a scholar encountering a soldier—reasoning is useless.
For half an afternoon, the people in Chambord City responsible for registering the origins of the gift-givers and the contents of the gifts wrote until their hands were sore, and more than a dozen people were replaced. The Urban Management and Saint responsible for moving and arranging the gifts were also so tired that their arms were numb and sore. They had never been this tired, not even when participating in the Imperial Team Battle.
As night fell, the number of people bringing gifts around the camp gradually decreased.
Almost every person in Chambord wore a constant smile, their mouths practically cramping from grinning. Even the lazy, Princess in Distress Victoria volunteered to help sort and arrange the gifts. Her alluring almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she looked at the mountain of presents. If she weren't worried about the stern-faced King suddenly appearing and scolding her, she would have taken off her shoes, thrown herself into the pile of gifts, and rolled around, shouting, "These are all mine! Everything is mine..."
In the afternoon, Angela dispatched a fast messenger to Chambord City to deliver the news.
If all goes smoothly, by sunset tomorrow, that weak little town on the Northern Region border of the empire will likely be swept up in a frenzy of celebration. The entire empire will be shaken, and from now on, no vassal state within the empire will dare to oppose King of Chambord. Neighboring vassal states that have previously had grudges against Chambord City will likely have to grovel and beg for mercy!
"The people of Chambord are absolutely shameless."
As night fell, the last middle-aged nobleman who had come to vie for gifts left the Chambord camp. Turning back to look at the Chambord people celebrating inside and the camp gates gradually closing, he couldn't help but sigh.
There was a time when even someone of his status had to personally grovel and befriend a country bumpkin. And these shameless fellows, these barbaric and greedy fellows, seemed to have no concept of reciprocity. All afternoon, they did only two things: accept gifts and accept more gifts.
Besides that, they completely forgot about returning the gift.
Not only were they not given a return gift, but they weren't even offered a smile or a perfunctory promise. Almost everyone had come for the King of Chambord, but none of them managed to see the greedy fellow who was deliberately hiding.
"Hahaha, is today's scene a case of counting money until my hands cramp?"
Inside the King's tent, Sun Fei looked at the list of gifts presented by [ Princess in Distress ] Victoria and laughed heartily. Although it wouldn't be difficult for His Majesty the King to make a fortune with such an amazing synthesizer as [ Horadric Cube ], he still couldn't help but laugh heartily at the sight of such an astonishing amount of wealth.
The wealth received in just half a day was estimated to exceed the royal revenue of Chambord City for a full ten years, an absolutely staggering sum.
Inside the King's tent, a master of Chambord couldn't hide his joy, and even Lampard had a beaming smile on his face.
The greatest credit for Chambord City of ten thousand people undoubtedly goes to the young king sitting on his throne, laughing triumphantly. However, they too have contributed a small part to this achievement. They too have shed sweat and blood for this day, witnessing Chambord City's powerful rise firsthand and participating in it personally, filling everyone present with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Even if Chambord City becomes a super empire that Zongheng the continent in the future, and even if the king has countless warriors and experts under his command, this sense of identity is absolutely something they cannot understand.
Even the usually carefree Drogba became so emotional that he almost effeminately shed tears while holding up the blanket in his hand.
At any other time, Pierce would have seized the opportunity to laugh at him to death, but at this moment, the white-haired burly man couldn't help but choke up. He imagined that bloody afternoon six months ago, when the Black Armor Army attacked the city, and he had risked his life, believing he was doomed. How could he have imagined that a miracle would happen then, let alone that the miracles would continue ever since...
Only those who have personally experienced the hardships and uncertainty of those days in Chambord City can truly understand how heartbreaking this moment is.
Robben and his father, old Arjen, their gazes sweeping across the faces of the crowd. At this moment, they too were drawn into the emotions of the Chambord people, and their hearts swelled with emotion.
" Victoria, divide the gifts you received today into two parts. Distribute one part to all the soldiers in the camp, one part to each person. Prepare the other part to be loaded onto a carriage; I have other uses for it..." Sun Fei handed the gift list back to the lazy, Princess in Distress, assigning this unidentified fellow a task for the first time.
But Victoria clearly didn't realize her value had been recognized; her attention was completely focused on something else, her eyes gleaming with delight as she exclaimed, "Everyone gets a share? Does that mean I get one too?"
"All you know is greed. Are you even born a princess?" Sun Fei frowned, utterly speechless at this woman.
"Ah?"
Victoria let out a dejected "Ah," her eyes brimming with tears.
But the next moment she suddenly realized that although she had been scolded by His Majesty the King, her share had not been taken away. She happily took the gift list and ran out of the King's tent to sort and distribute the gifts. She was wearing a fiery red tight dress, which revealed her alluring curves as she ran, and her fair and slender legs were faintly visible under the hem of the dress. They were so white and captivating that she was a naturally charming and extremely alluring little beauty.
Everyone burst into laughter.
This little woman who calls herself a princess is quite a character. In the entire Chambord camp, she's the only one who can get the King to reprimand her with a stern face so often.
Sun Fei also shook his head.
Although the origins of this little beauty named Victoria are still unknown, perhaps due to her innate sensitivity to money, or perhaps because of past experience in this area, she is quite adept at financial management and has some unique insights. Moreover, given her meticulous nature as a woman, Sun Fei felt at ease entrusting this tedious task to her. After all, even if a little woman who doesn't know martial arts tries any tricks, she won't escape His Majesty the King's Five Fingers Mountain.
Most people in the Chambord camp only know how to fight and kill; there's a severe lack of talent.
"Your Majesty, how do you plan to proceed with the formation of the new legion [ Wolf Fang Legion ]?" Old Arjen, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up respectfully, bowed, and Earth Inquiry cautiously.
"Uh... well, do you have any other ideas?"
Mentioning this gives Sun Fei a headache. Neither the knowledge he gained as a third-rate university student in his previous life nor the things he acquired in the Diablo World are related to military matters. Asking a former otaku and a present-day idiot to do something like building a legion is, frankly, something Sun Fei hasn't even had time to brush his teeth after dinner tonight.
"Your Majesty, I have some ideas that may be of consideration to Your Majesty..." Arjen seemed to have been prepared in advance, and took out a small white paper scroll from his sleeve, standing in the center of the tent and raising it above his head with both hands.
Many people present were surprised by what old Arjen did. Even Robben looked at his father with astonishment. As the captain of the Saint squad, Robben had been diligently training his soldiers and had less time to take care of his father. Of course, this was also because his father's accumulated injuries were slowly recovering under His Majesty the King's treatment. But he didn't know when his father had prepared such a scroll with so much content.
"Father hasn't talked about military matters for six years since that incident, so why is he doing this today..." Robben looked at the calm old Arjen and could feel the proud heart in his father's frail body gradually coming back to life.
The atmosphere inside the large tent fell silent for a moment.
As a 'newcomer' who had only been in Chambord City for less than half a month, Old Arjen held no official position. His presence in the King's tent today was solely due to Robben's status. His sudden mention of this topic and his self-recommendation seemed somewhat abrupt, or to put it more bluntly, a lack of self-awareness. The formation of a new legion was King Majesty the King's most crucial matter, concerning the future rise and fall of Chambord City. How could he rashly entrust it to an 'outsider'?
Sun Fei's gaze swept across Old Arjen's face like two bolts of lightning.
Old Arjen remained calm and composed.
His slightly hunched body was as steady as a stone sculpture, and the silver hair at his temples added to his weathered look. His face was covered with wrinkles, which seemed to have made him look older than his actual age, perhaps due to his years of wandering and leg ailments. He looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, even though he was only fifty. However, his bright eyes were not cloudy, but instead revealed a kind of wisdom that came from having experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Sun Fei gestured to his personal bodyguard Torres, to bring over the white scroll, which he then opened and examined closely.
After a while.
"Everyone, get out." Sun Fei let out a soft breath, looked at Old Arjen's face for a while, waved to the people in the seats with different expressions, but then said to Old Arjen, "You stay."
Although they didn't know what His King the King intended to do, everyone stood up, bowed, and quickly withdrew.
Robben glanced at his father with some concern, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't know what to say, and silently withdrew.
The large tent fell silent immediately.
"Please sit down, Professor Arjen. Let me finish reading this scroll first..." Sun Fei glanced at old Arjen, pointed to the seat next to him, and then continued to look down at the white paper scroll in his hand, completely focused and without the slightest distraction.
Old Arjen let out a soft sigh of relief.
To be honest, before meeting King of Chambord, he had almost given up all hope, but after cruelly tormenting him and his son, fate suddenly took pity on them and presented them with a tremendous opportunity.
He firmly believed in his judgment. His eyes, which had witnessed both glory and hardship, had made the most accurate assessment. Those who humbly flocked to offer gifts today only saw the current glory of King of Chambord, while old Arjen's eyes had already foreseen the distant future and the incredible potential of this young king before him.
From the very first day he arrived at the Chambord camp, old Arjen began to observe secretly. After so many days of observation, his eyes had clearly seen the advantages and disadvantages of Chambord City.
Their advantage lies in having a unique and incredibly powerful and charismatic king who is also quite young and possesses immense potential. Of course, the fact that King of Chambord has a group of fearless warriors under his command is also one of the reasons why old Arjen is optimistic about Chambord City.
The disadvantage lies in the fact that Chambord City is, after all, a small city in a remote corner. Its territory and population size significantly restrict its continued development. In this Azeroth Continent Chambord City, where intrigues, schemes, warriors, strongmen, magic, and Dou Qi Zongheng, and where exceptionally talented individuals frequently emerge, it is not enough to establish a foothold by relying solely on individual strength and a hundred or so warriors.
Even the top experts possess their own strength.
To take a recent example, consider Emperor Yassin of the Zenit Empire. His extraordinary talent, hailed Zongheng a genius unmatched in the region for centuries, has allowed him to stand firm on the continent for many years. Besides his exceptional personal strength, the fact that he governs Zenit, a continental-level empire, is also a significant factor.
To maintain a true nation, both military force and intelligence are required.
Chambord City currently has no shortage of military strength, but it lacks intelligence. It has fierce generals, but no commanders-in-chief who can lead armies into battle, and no talent to manage military and political affairs. Clearly, although the omnipotent King of Chambord has repeatedly created miracles that have made old Arjen unable to see through him, he is not a military commander.
Of course, Old Arjen would not look down on King of Chambord because of this.
On the contrary, many invincible kings are not true military strategists. King of Chambord possessed an elusive and mysterious aura, an indescribable charisma that could bind anyone to his side, making even the most unruly individuals obediently follow him.
This can be seen from the course of this Martial Combat Competition. [ One Sword ] has always been renowned and admired by countless heroes, but in terms of both martial arts skills and personal charisma, he was outshone in this competition. Consider the barbarians from the Kingdom of Gudong, Kanute and Hulk, known for their [ Wind and Fire Dual Supreme Staff ], the arrogant [ Silver-Armored Berserker ], the icy Magic Princess of the Bulan Kingdom, and the Big Black Shevchenko, among others. Whether or not they directly fought King of Chambord King of Chambord, even those masters who were defeated by him showed some respect and admiration for this young king.
On the other hand, the renowned [ One Sword ] finally revealed his narrow-mindedness and weakness in personality during the competition, falling from his pedestal. Even ordinary grassroots samurai began to sympathize with King of Chambord, not to mention some heroes with their own insights and perspectives.
King of Chambord has now become a second-class hereditary noble of the empire. More importantly, Chambord City has been promoted to a first-class vassal state, with a wider territory, a larger population, and the right to form a new legion. The situation is now set in stone, and all that remains is to operate in the most reasonable way. In Old Arjen's view, the time has come for King of Chambord to expand his territory, and this war and this new legion are the latest opportunity.
What King of Chambord needs now is talent.
Talented individuals from all walks of life.
Old Arjen believed himself to be such a talent, especially in military affairs. He had his own glorious achievements and an undeniable pride in his heart. He believed that as long as he could gain the trust of King of Chambord and be given a chance, he could make King of Chambord a king who could reign supreme.
Of course, he also needed to use King of Chambord's hand to drink the blood of his enemy and wash away his own stains.
Old Arjen had observed the entire situation clearly over the past few days. The scroll document that King of Chambord was now intently reading was something Old Arjen had prepared long ago, because he was certain that King of Chambord would win the championship.
By presenting this document in his capacity on such an occasion today, Old Arjen is taking a certain risk. He is gambling that King of Chambord is someone worthy of his loyalty and investment, a king with ambition and courage.
Now, he knows he's won his gamble.
King of Chambord did not disappoint him.
The simple phrase "Teacher Arjen " had already explained everything. Old Arjen sat calmly in his seat, quietly waiting for King of Chambord to carefully read the white scroll document.
He detailed various suggestions and measures for forming the new legion, and even put forward many suggestions to ensure that even after the war ended, King of Chambord could keep the [ Wolf Fang Legion ] under his control and not disband it, thus becoming a true warlord who held military power.
He believed that these things would definitely impress the young yet unpredictable king before him.
Two hours later.
"Why hasn't it come out yet after all this time?"
Robben paced back and forth outside the King's tent with some anxiety.
At this point, the swift-blade master had already sincerely pledged his loyalty to Sun Fei, but he was somewhat afraid of his father due to the accumulated authority he had held since childhood. He knew his father's personality and was worried that his father's stubborn temper might flare up and offend His Majesty, causing unpleasantness. Robben, on the other hand, did not know which side to stand on.
Robben shared the same thoughts as a group of experts from Chambord City.
Just over two hours earlier, when old Arjen stepped forward and asked that question, and handed over the white scroll document, many people realized that they had previously underestimated this old man whose legs were somewhat crippled.
This Old Man's background is extraordinary.
Just as everyone's patience was about to run out, the curtain of the King's tent moved slightly, and His King King helped Old Arjen out. Seeing the smile on His Majesty's face, everyone breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that things had not turned out badly.
But what His King said next left everyone speechless and stunned.
"From today onwards, Teacher Arjen will be fully responsible for the formation of the [ Wolf Fang Legion ]. Everyone must obey his orders; any disobedience will be considered treason!"
Today's story is more of a synopsis than a separate one, so it's a bit late. Please forgive me.