Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 248 Return to Bretonnia

Bretonnia, Le Angoulême, a port city in the north of the Kingdom of Cologne.

The ships of Windlow and Muss successfully docked here.

The voyage was safe and unobstructed, and because there was no cargo, the speed was very high.

And they didn't encounter any terrible storms. It was as if they were taking a walk in the fields and successfully arrived on the land of Bretonnia.

Le Angoulême is not a famous city, it is just the northernmost port in Bretonnia.

The locals had no desire for goods, but there was a demand for ships.

The high elf ship was sold to the local knight nobles at a very cheap price, and Windlow, who had regained the development funds, fell into confusion.

The time in Ulthuan was not short, and it even consumed a considerable amount of his energy.

And for the elves, time is not a very precious thing. They will not change at all in several years.

But for human beings, a few years means rapid development.

The Empire was certainly changing with each passing day, and even Bretonnia had many things it didn't know about.

As a businessman, the most important thing is information and intelligence. You must have a firm grasp of intelligence and information to decide your future direction.

Given the inevitable lag between books and policies, there is only one best way to get intelligence: through people.

Acquaintances in Bretonnia? That's true.

As an imperial merchant who had been to Bretonnia several times, Windlow also had several familiar friends living in this land.

First were the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and then the Holy Grail Knight who opened a gun workshop with him.

And the five of them lived in the same place, which was the town of Glamorgan not far south of the city of Cologne.

A lot of things may change over the course of a few years, but maps and cities remain essentially the same.

A village might disappear in an attack by orcs or greenskins, but a town, especially one with a Holy Grail Knight, would definitely survive to this day.

As they moved forward, the unicorns were still a little uncomfortable with the feeling of pulling a cart. After being idle for such a long time, some of them felt like workers going back to work again when they started working again.

Fortunately, there were signs of reclamation on the road, so we could walk all the way to the territory of the Holy Grail Knight.

The entire town can be seen from a distance, and it is almost indistinguishable from a city.

Broad roads, towering city walls, and vast fertile farmlands.

The joy of harvest and the local relaxed policies made the local farmers very happy. Just when Windlow was instinctively thinking whether the food prices in this place would drop sharply, a tall and strong figure blocked his way.

"Hello, foreign merchant, I am a road knight. Now you are walking on my land, you need to pay a tax, one copper coin."

"what?"

Windlow was not surprised by the taxation. After all, tolls and road taxes were the most basic types of taxes, and the tax for one copper coin was not high.

What surprised him was that the guy in front of him was indeed a real knight, but he was actually implementing a policy of collecting taxes?

How could the knights collect taxes themselves? What happened to this land?

He quickly took out a copper coin and paid the tax while asking how to find the local lord.

The road knight who collected the tax also pointed his hand and aimed at the castle in the distance.

Near the castle, you can even see the gun workshop that was originally jointly built by Windlow.

Walking quickly forward, he saw a knight still standing guard at the city gate. He could tell at a glance that Windlo was a merchant.

"Merchant? I'm a wall knight. If I want to enter the city, I must pay a tax of one copper coin!"

The words were concise and full of energy. Just when Windlow was about to pay the tax, a pair of big hands pressed on his shoulders.

The speed was so fast that even Mousse couldn't react.

When I looked back, I found that the face looked familiar.

"The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail Knight?"

"Ha, Wendlow, long time no see. I thought I recognized the wrong person."

The Holy Grail Knight has sensory abilities many times superior to those of ordinary people, so there is no chance that he would mistake someone for the wrong person. Naturally, he recognized Windlow from a distance.

That’s great! I’m currently overwhelmed by a lot of things and I need the help of this former technical partner.

After paying a copper coin tax for Windlow, the Holy Grail Knight also took the two back to the castle with his shoulders down.

As if he could see the two people's puzzled expressions at a glance, he threw two chairs out.

"Take a seat, and ask anything you want to ask."

Mousse was alert and did not make any movement. Wendlow did not sit down either. What he wanted to ask was more urgent.

He pointed to the knights outside, the knights at the well, the knights at the city gate, the knights at the market gate, and the knights in the fields.

"Those aren't armed soldiers, they're Bretonnian knights. What happened?"

Upon hearing this question, the Holy Grail Knight was not surprised at all. He even lowered his head slightly, his face full of helplessness.

"There are too many knights in Bretonnia."

As the Holy Grail Knight said, every second son of a Bretonnian noble can directly become a chivalrous knight.

But ever since Saint Hepans saved the country, there has been basically no war in Bretonnia for three hundred years, which has also led to a small number of deaths of chivalrous knights and kingdom knights.

There are no wars to consume the Knights of Chivalry and the Knights of the Realm, and the amount of land in Bretonnia is limited.

Before the Holy Grail Knight could tell the reason, Windlow had vaguely guessed the problem.

"Conflict between people and land? There are too many knights, but not enough fiefdoms."

"Yes, that's right, you are just as smart as before, there are too many knights."

Bretonnia is different from the Empire. There are very few forests here, and almost all places have been cultivated.

The newly emerged chivalrous knights could not even get their own fiefdom.

On the other hand, the Empire had a large number of forests and uninhabited areas within its territory, so it was not afraid of an increase in the number of nobles. Even the enfeoffment of electors could be achieved through diplomatic relations.

After all, the area that an elector can control is nominally a province, but in reality there are only a few large cities.

"So you just..."

"So I used my status as a Holy Grail Knight to enfeoff many chivalrous knights and gave them so-called fiefs and estates."

That’s right, in order to deal with the increasing number of chivalrous knights, this Holy Grail Knight came up with a genius plan.

That was the system of arbitrary feudal distribution, where a well, a wall, or even a wheat field could be distributed as a knight's fiefdom.

In return, the knights could collect their own fiefs from those who used the wells, passed the walls, and planted the fields.

But this money is definitely not enough. Windlow can calculate the basic data just by counting on his fingers.

"To support a self-employed knight, you need at least 100 peasants. The money is short..."

"Yes, that's why I came to you. It's about the money to support the knights."