Proof of the Sun King

Katalin was lying on her back on a large soft velvet bed. The spacious room was surrounded by golden curtains on all sides, and in front of it was an iron-grey door. Her tall and slender figure was undoubtedly revealed.

The tsar is wearing a silver royal dress, which is very loose and gorgeous with many layers of folds. The hem of the dress is inlaid with countless sequins and silver ribbons, and a golden light hangs in front of her attractive collarbone. The shining large diamond necklace, with a sunflower blooming in the middle of the diamond, is extremely gorgeous and dignified.

A slender neck, pale lips, flawless skin, slender water hyacinths, a glamorous face, and finally, waterfall-like black hair with icy blue rings, and under the long skirt is a pale face wrapped in Orika. The calf of the courtyard special ultra-thin Aurora series honey gold high-waist silky suspender stockings, stepping on a pair of 8cm suede stiletto high heels, wraps and binds the stockings and jade feet.

Catalin stared blankly at the ceiling hung with the giant chandelier, the tsar gasped softly, and was speechless for a long time.

She felt that she was still floating in the clouds and could not get down. She only felt that her whole body was in an extremely relaxed state.

This...this can't be denied at all!

After maintaining this state for a long time, she said to the ceiling: "That... Marienburg sent me a message, and Archduke Valverde invited me to go back to serve as the chief magic advisor of Marienburg. I have been rich and rich all my life, and they gave me a super high salary.”

"Extraordinary salary?" A man's voice sounded from the room. He stretched out his hand and played with the female tsar's fleshy calf in silk stockings, feeling her icy cold body through the thin, honey-gold stockings. Delicate Skin: "How Tall?"

"The employment fee for the first five years is 20,000 gold marks, and a lifetime contract can be signed. The annual salary of 2,300 gold marks and a large amount of real estate are directly presented, with a title of member of the House of Lords attached." , had to tell the truth: "These are the exact words of Archduke Valverde."

"Then what do you think?" The man gently took off the high heels of the female tsar, and carefully kneaded Katarin's stockings and snow feet: "I can tell you, I can't give you such a high height. annual salary."

"Don't do this, the pillow will shift!" Catalin hurriedly asked the man to move slightly. A pillow was placed under the tsar's butt, and her body was slightly arched. She watched the man continue to take advantage of her feet and legs. , couldn't help but look away: "It's all... This is the case, we are all like this, it is no longer possible for me to go to Marienburg."

"That's it, then I'm relieved." The man smiled, he didn't move further, but took a step forward and turned over and lay beside Catalin: "To be honest, you will take the initiative to invite me, I am very surprise."

This man is naturally Ryan, but when he received Katarine's offer to invite him to have dinner and a good night in his villa the day before yesterday, Ryan was really surprised. He thought that Katalin was still sneaky before. And want to cover up? Why are you so active now? Did our tsar really figure it out?

In fact, Ryan guessed right, and Catalin did figure it out.

If I had known that it was so cool and comfortable, it could still help me return to China, why would I refuse it?

The three Kislev Guards Corps were all formed, and Ryan also fulfilled the promised conditions. Although Katarin felt very humiliated, once he accepted this setting, it was really an incomparable sense of territory.

After the previous submission and indignation, Katarin's self-esteem of the empress regained her head, and she thought to herself, as the last bloodline of the Romanov royal family, the empress of Kislev, why do I have to be sneaky and hideous. ?

In the same way, Ryan, who received the invitation, also thought about a question, that is, as the king of Brittany knights and the famous Ryan Macado, why do I act like a thief?

In this way, after many rendezvous, the two sides finally put aside a series of prejudices, estrangements, transactions and positions, and truly had a pure love exchange. According to the established romantic ceremony, the two sides arranged a garden party and candlelight dinner. , private dance concert, and finally a good night together.

The two kings also played in ensemble. Ryan used the traditional Breton instrument, the horn, and Katarin used the classic instrument of Kislov, the balalaika. The Brittanian knight king and the tsar of Kislov performed the famous piece together. Orthodox Roman (Arabian) Yale "ceddindeden".

The whole process is quite romantic.

Lane is okay. After all, this guy is already a bit skilled. The women in his backyard have arranged it like this, and he has no pressure from Katarin. It was originally a deal. He was at ease.

So after getting up in the morning, the two came a few times.

Katalin was so cool that she couldn't move her fingers, she was paralyzed.

"Because...yesterday was...the right day." Katarin panted, and the tsar couldn't help blushing when she said this: "We agreed...you will let me."

Ryan glanced at the pillow underneath and nodded slightly: "Can you be sure?"

"No, at the beginning, O... I mean, didn't Teresa try many times before she became pregnant?" Katarin said lazily: "The secret medicine may not always work, so it's best to try more. , that's right, you... come more often, the natural chance is higher."

"Okay, but I said it before, you must take off the crown." Ryan held Catalin's black lace tulle gloves: "Can you agree?"

"I'm willing to do anything as long as Kislev returns to the country." Katarin silently shed two lines of tears.

I'm sorry, father, that's the only thing a daughter can do for Kislev, and...he's really charming, generous, and strong...I couldn't resist.

Beria's "psychological counseling" ability is really good, Ryan thought.

Since breaking through the bottom line, the Tsar has really been broken through again and again. She actually has no bottom line in front of Ryan now. It's just that Ryan is relatively disciplined and will not embarrass her too much. That's it.

"Then you really don't plan to go to Marienburg?" Ryan asked.

"If you don't go, I'll be your female courtier and full-time secretary, if you don't dislike it." Katarin then shook her head: "I've already experienced and experienced too much, and I don't want to be displaced anymore."

"Okay, you can rest well." Ryan lowered his head and kissed Katarin's pale lips and silk feet gently, and then said that he had other things to do, and the two ice and snow guards outside immediately came in for Ryan After getting dressed, Ryan waved them back, rinsed himself a little, put on his own clothes, then greeted them carelessly, opened the door and went out: "Let's go."

"Let's go." Catalin watched Ryan leave. She saw two ice and snow guards coming up and stopped immediately: "Okay, I'm going to lie down like this, you all go out!"

"Yes." The ice and snow guards immediately understood, one of the older faces was full of shame and anger, as if he was deeply ashamed that Kislev's Guozuo had to rely on this to maintain it, while the other's eyes glowed and his face was full of anger. All envy.

After coming out of the Tsar's villa, Ryan smelled the scent on his body and decided to leave the Bulgari Royal Hotel after confirming that there was no problem.

As a result, Ryan found that Devon Hill was poking his head in the corridor of the hotel. When the younger son saw that it was his father, he exclaimed: "Dad?"

"Stinky boy, what are you doing here?" Ryan was about to reach out and pat Devon's butt, but suddenly realized that his son was in his twenties and was a man.

"It's nothing, Dad, Alisara... When did she come to the Fontainebleau Palace? I don't know." Devon Hill snorted: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Lane followed Devon Hill's gaze and saw that the former little queen was enjoying breakfast under the service of a waitress. She was wearing a strawberry morning milkshake and a fresh and beautiful lace dress, like a delicate flower. , Every move is full of extravagance, elegance and dignity, and at the same time, the feeling of a girl in the flower season is also particularly strong, and it can be enjoyed.

"What do you want?" Ryan squinted at his little son.

"Don't do anything, just look." Devonhill shrank his head, and the younger son couldn't help but glanced again: "You haven't answered my question, father, why is Alisara here and nobody is here? tell me?"

"Why did I tell you?" Ryan reached out and squeezed his son's shoulder, smiling but not smiling: "That's your little sister-in-law!"

"Tsk, Frey, this stinky brother! It's not that Nur is close!" Devonhill complained: "Although I think there seems to be something missing from Alisara now, she is still so good-looking, Frey. Why did brother Lei smelt..."

"That's your brother!" Ryan "smiled" and lifted his younger son directly.

Delicious but dumplings, right?

"Ouch!" Devonhill gave him another look reluctantly, and he defended: "I'm not married yet!"

"Not even if you're not married! I, your mother, and your mother Lilith don't agree!" Ryan dragged Devonhill away from the Bulgari Hotel, and the King of Knights said angrily: "Don't think about it, she is your little one. Sister-in-law, you have no chance, and don't you have your sister Nestra and sister Alohan?"

"That's true." Devonhill felt a lot better when he remembered his beloved Twilight sisters. He rolled his eyes and defended himself: "But my Uncle Guilliman told me!"

"Oh? What did your Uncle Guilliman say?" Ryan knew how blessed Devonhill was. Not only was this little **** favored by all the Primarchs and the Emperor, but every Primarch occasionally took time for him In one or two private remote video online tutoring classes, Devon Hill dared to ask any questions during the class. He even asked him what the secrets of Uncle Jonson's Caliban fortress were, and the organizational structure of the inner ring. How to manage the Dark Angels and all the subgroups through the inner ring.

Jonson actually explained a part of it, but only asked Devon Hill to swear a silent oath not to speak out.

"Uncle Guilliman said that when you meet someone you like or want, you must go after them with confidence. It doesn't matter if you have pointed ears or not, he supports me!" Devonhill waved his fist: "And Uncle Sanguinius also supported me."

"Then have you completed the courses of Uncle Guilliman and Uncle Sanguinius?" Ryan continued to laugh dangerously: "And the courses of His Royal Highness the Green Knight and Callard?"

"Uh... I'm still..." Devonhill's face became ugly, more than a dozen Primarchs, each assigned him homework!

"Then go! Or your mother will be angry."

"Yes." Devonhill walked away sullenly.

Ryan watched his younger son leave, sighed and shook his head.

As the month of May approaches, several things happen in succession.

The Lake Fairy Lilith and the Pale Queen Olika set off again for Ulthuan to prepare for the second elf civil war. They took Elisara and asked Ryan to wait for their good news.

Callard and Lawn received orders from Ryan to lead a Brittanian army of about 30,000 people in the capital Curona, and pay close attention to the movements of the Chaos army.

The various emperors of the empire received a summons from the imperial parliament, and four electors (Marius, Emmanuel, Hout-Anderson, Geisel) set off for Brunswick.

At this time, Marienburg had already sent messengers to the flagship "Green Wolf" of the Chaos Fleet with a generous 100 carts of gifts. The three Grote brothers offered a generous gift.

The messenger was polite and polite. He first apologized, saying that it was those imperial people who "arbitrarily started the war" and caused "allies to be shocked". Our Marienburg is an autonomous city, and it is none of our business, but we still have to express our sincerity. 's apology.

Then there is the "apology", the messenger represents hundreds of senior talents who presented the Marienburg talent market to pay tribute to the honorable northern Khan, thousands of livestock of all kinds, compensation for the hard work of the Norsca brothers, and a hundred gold leaf food. car, to ensure that the Norsca people return home in case of emergencies.

Then there is the "revision of the contract", that is, "the armor is stored in the warehouse, and the alliance is always good."

The three Grotte brothers laughed, the elder brother Otto deliberately walked in front of the gift, took out his sickle and slashed, the cloth bag was cut in an instant, and the fine wheat flour inside was sprinkled in the cabin, which was sticky and covered with rotten creatures. On the ground on the ground: "What a good thing~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I think you imperial people have never been reluctant to give such good wheat flour to farmers, how did it come to us now?"

"This can represent our sincerity, we just want to be friends with you." The messenger couldn't help but swallowed his saliva when he saw Otto's mutated appearance, and said hesitantly.

"Oh!" In the next second, the sickle instantly pierced through the back of the Marienburg messenger from behind and pierced out of his chest: "Sorry, we don't accept it."

"You!" The Marienburg messenger was about to scold, when the third brother Gurit swallowed him whole in one gulp, and the surrounding Marienburg attendants took out their weapons in shock, but what about these ordinary mercenaries? Possibly a rival to a group of Nurgle's Chosen Warriors?

Within a few minutes, the envoys of Marienburg were all killed, and the three Grote brothers received all the gifts they sent.

"Send an envoy to tell the Nanao gift that we have accepted it, and drag the Nanao's boat behind us and slowly approach, making the humble and cowardly Nanao think that we are already considering a proposal for peace talks." The second brother, Ezerac, grinned: "It's getting close, it's not too late to start!"

"That's right, it's not too late to start when you're close." Big brother Otto said with a wild laugh.

"Fort Marienburg is about to be destroyed, and this is just the beginning, we will dedicate Brunswick to a loving father! For Nurgle!"

"For Nurgle!"

"Me too." Third brother Gurit shouted. Inside its huge belly, a group of dying Marienburg mercenaries were desperately calling for help, their bodies were rapidly mutating and twisting.

Becoming a Chaos Spawn will be the only fate for these people.

In this way, the Chaos fleet is gradually approaching Marienburg, and the two Houses of Marienburg are still anxiously waiting for the outcome of the peace talks.

And so they waited until the great flag and masts with the holy emblem of Nurgle rose from the horizon, and then thousands of Noscalon ships followed.