Chapter 185: saint

That afternoon.

Viselis appeared in the meeting hall of the castle, but there was always one less person here.

The young king wore a uniform and a golden crown sitting in the main seat of the center, while Andaloth's important rulers sat on either side of the long conference table.

Then Viselis came up with the plan that he had prepared last night, regarding the division of the military system after the establishment of the kingdom, regarding the construction of new towns, and reducing a certain number of rural constructions to become more densely populated towns.

Because of Andaloth's special military system, although the nobles have private soldiers to defend the castle, this number is not too large. All the standing legions of the entire kingdom are in the hands of the king or his designated commander.

This is very different from the noble system of Westeros. The nobles only care about this piece of land and do not care about the troops stationed here, and the powers of the defending generals are equivalent to the ranks of the local nobles, but this power cannot be replaced by hereditary. .

In theory, the governing power of the local nobles is a little bit higher than that of the defending generals, but in practice these army commanders are no less powerful than the local aristocrats.

Viselis naturally knew that such a system still has many flaws, it is easy to breed warlords, and it is easy for local nobles and generals to fornicate, etc...

However, this is also a last resort method based on the current situation, at least compared to King Robert on the Iron Throne, he has concentrated more power in his own hands.

The dragon is the best deterrent for Viselis to break the tradition and implement the new system. As long as there is a dragon in Viselis, he can shred the original deep-rooted system as much as possible and increase the centralization of power as much as possible.

Andalos is such a big place, even if there is a situation in the frontier, where there is an army rebellion or collusion with the local nobles, the next afternoon Viselis can ride a dragon to gather soldiers from the surrounding towns and descend to that place aggressively. On the top of the castle, it is quite powerful to "a plane" ahead of others in this era.

"It looks like I am going to retire."

Sir Jeffrey's gray hair, wearing a medal of the King's Hand, sat in the first position to the left of Viserys, and shook his head slightly.

"These things should have been shared by me for your majesty, but..."

But now the old Sir had nothing to teach him, a wry smile on his wrinkled old face.

Veserys has followed this old commander of the Dragon Stone Island fleet for so many years, coupled with the deliberate teaching of the old jazz, Veserys has followed him to learn to lead soldiers and fights, and he has almost learned all of his skills. hand.

In terms of politics, the old sir was originally a martial artist. He had no idea about governing the country and developing the economy, and he often even dragged his feet.

Originally, he wanted to intervene in the development and construction of Andalus, fearing that Viselis would go the wrong way, but it was only after a messy meal that he finally realized that he seemed to be unable to help at all, instead he was making trouble everywhere.

The old man who has now handed over his military power, disarmed and returned to the field once again felt his powerlessness in the political situation. Hearing Viselis's explanation of the future development direction was as if he was listening to the heavenly book.

Then I don't know how long it has passed.

"Bessie."

Viselis looked at the person sitting at the end of the long conference table, and many people in the room looked over.

His whole body was shrouded in thick clothes, and his face was also wearing a metal mask. Except for the eyes under the mask, no trace of skin was exposed. His back was straight, just like inside a church. An ascetic monk.

Bessie heard Visiris's voice and turned her head slightly, looking at the king he swore allegiance to the king with piercing eyes under the mask.

"His Majesty."

The voice is low and hoarse.

After spending more than half a year, Bessie, the knight who got up from the farm boy, defeated the pain and stood up strong. Except for the scorched and black body that he didn't want to show, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Of course, there is one more point.

That is, as Jilian had diagnosed, he couldn't hold a sword in this life, and couldn't fight like a knight.

However, Bessie begged Veselis to give him a chance. He didn't want to be in a muddle for the rest of his life, and in the end Veselis gave him part of the command of the army.

After that, Bessie led these soldiers to clean up the endless fraternity and bandits that burned like weeds in the territory, winning consecutive victories.

Coupled with his rigorous management of the army, his style of leading troops is well-organized, like a monk, wherever he goes.

In the end, a well-known name came out.

‘Saint’ Bessie Joyce.

The reason is naturally his devotion to the seven gods. The seven-pointed star symbol on the mask still reminds him all the time that he is the son of a soldier.

"The First Legion will leave it to you."

The young king wore a golden crown on his head, and then gave him a golden sword and shield in his hand.

This is the medal representing the commander of the First Army.

Bessie, a self-made confidant who followed him, has been fascinated by Viselis's side.

There are not many people he can trust, but this loyal knight is definitely one of them.

His loyalty to Veserys is as firm as his belief in the Seven Gods. He is a man of tenacious character and very principled.

In addition, Bessie’s achievements in leading troops during this period are also obvious to all. He governed the army in a religious way. The whole army believed in firm combat and braveness, and he did not commit any crimes wherever he went.

And this army of Andalus, designated ‘One’, was the first four thousand elite Andals fighters to follow Visiris to the north and south.

These Andal warriors are brave and good at fighting, so it is natural that Bessie, the ‘son of the warrior’, will lead him.

Veserys handed the first legion commander's medal to this Iron Masked Knight~www.NovelMTL.com~ The small sword made of pure gold was shining in the light, and there was a sparse applause in the conference hall. .

All the high-level Andalus present applauded and congratulated the commander, who was a civilian.

"Congratulations."

Oberon, who has always been frivolous and lazy, looked more serious this time, applauding with both hands to express his congratulations to Bessie.

Oberon originally thought he would become Andaloth's first legion commander, but he did not expect that this age, a low-key, calm and even unknown man would walk in front of him.

"I am ashamed of being without talent and virtue."

There were no waves in the eyes of the knight wearing a metal mask.

However, he stood up, because his body had changed, the movement of standing up seemed a little awkward, and then he bowed slightly.

"Thank your majesty for your trust."