Proof of the Sun King

Hunter Marshal Marcus Wolfhardt was the only sanctuary powerhouse of Emperor Karl Franz who could be mobilized relatively easily, because this was his direct subordinate.

Wulfhart wore a blue aristocratic dress with characteristic lantern sleeves and leggings that indicated his identity as Midden's leader, and he had a strong imperial northern vulgar accent and many old Thuringian words. The conversation made him out of place at this state banquet. The hunter marshal who was a peasant also seemed to have no intention of integrating into the circle of the great aristocracy. He just immersed himself in eating and drinking, and treated the fine sparkling wine and champagne produced by Curona like drinking water. Fill a bottle.

But even so, Wulfhart still received enough respect. This strong man of the Sanctuary's primary strength pierced his heart with three arrows from an emperor dragon. His strength is enough, so-called noble etiquette is not so important. , this dark world needs heroes after all.

"Hello, Lord Ryan." Wulfhart nodded towards Ryan, his bushy beard covered with champagne and food residue.

"Wolfhardt is one of the people I trust most. I don't think I need to say more about his glorious deeds, you know it." Karl Franz was very excited, he said loudly: "After receiving Arari I almost wanted to send him on an expedition after K's letter."

"Alaric?" Ryan was a little strange.

"The Lustrian Expeditionary Force of the Empire!" Karl Franz raised his glass: "Alaric brings good news, our expeditionary force has successfully established a stronghold in Lustria, and now Waiting for our support! In his letter, he wrote that although the harvest was good, the exploration was not smooth, they lacked enough muskets and siege weapons, and the Council of Lord Rick was discussing whether to send a stronger and more elite army to support What about the Expeditionary Force?"

"Oh? Congratulations, Carl, Lustria is not an easy place to conquer." Ryan smiled.

"But Alaric's harvest is really amazing. If you have the chance, you should really see it. They are all fist-sized gold, piles of silver, various jewels and ores, and obsidian!" The more excited he said: "Alaric believes that these wealth in the hands of the lizardmen are simply wasteful, only our empire can bring true civilization and order, don't worry, Ryan, your brother seems to be called Fu Gen? We won't hurt him. I also prepared an earl title for him. As long as he wants, he can come to my court to be an earl at any time. You won't blame me for crossing the line, right?"

"Hehehe~ Carl, drink, drink." Ryan just smiled and didn't speak: "So are you planning to send your hunter marshal on an expedition?"

"Of course not." The emperor thought to himself that Ryan's reaction was a bit strange, but Karl Franz was in high spirits tonight and drank a lot of wine, so he didn't think too much: "The things of the old world cannot be without Wolfhardt. "

"Well, that's really a pity." Ryan spread his hands regretfully: "Lustcia is missing a champion warrior."

"Hahaha~" Karl Franz didn't force Wolfhardt to hang out with them, the emperor and Ryan found a corner of the palace garden, and he laughed at himself: "Lane, you know why Your Majesty Vicma Didn't you come?"

"Busy business?" Ryan and Carl sat on the stone bench together. Ryan thought that it was a pity that Archbishop Vicma didn't come, otherwise Morgiana could have a meeting with Vicma, and maybe there would be other gains .

"I went to the Cathedral of Justice to find him." The emperor shook his head. "I told His Majesty Vicma that he might follow me to visit Curona. Vicma gave me a little time to convince him."

"You failed?" Ryan was very interested.

"I told the archbishop that this was an invitation from the Green Knight, and the lady in the lake had instructed me that you and I must be united." The emperor's expression was very bitter: "As a result, Vicma was furious, and he said that as a How could the Emperor choose to believe in the word of a foreign **** and refuse to be basked in the glory of Charlemagne, who is absolutely just and absolutely right?! He told me to get out, get out of the Cathedral of the Righteous God with heresy, or he will send someone Get me out."

"Hahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly. He could imagine the embarrassment of the emperor at that time. Wekma was nicknamed the Perseverance. Once he made a decision, he would not be shaken. Karl Franz must have been beaten by the monks and battle priests Half sent and half driven out.

"Would you encounter such a situation with His Highness the Witch of the Lake God?" The emperor was obviously very interested in how to balance the kingship and the religious power. Whether it was the empire or Brittany, the religious power was always above the royal power. There is a true God in this world, and how to get along with religious authority is a profound knowledge.

Karl Franz has always been curious and envious of how Ryan has always maintained a close and cooperative relationship with His Royal Highness Morgiana. At the previous state banquet, Morgiana was sitting on Ryan's left. There is a lot of interaction between them. The witch of the lake god, who has always been cold in front of people, is gentle like a clear spring in a mountain stream when facing Ryan. She often whispers in her ear. Her eyes are also very different when she looks at Ryan.

"No, less." Ryan shook his head: "What is the matter with His Highness Morgiana, we will discuss it together, and she respects my decision more."

"How? Can you share it?" Karl Franz asked, "I spend a lot of energy every day."

"Uh..." Ryan thought that my method didn't seem to apply to you. Duke Musillon pondered for a while, making the emperor think he was thinking, and then slowly said: "Talk about it frankly once, two Personally, alone, find a place where no one is disturbed and have a good talk."

"Can you be more specific?" the emperor asked. In fact, he had a lot of opportunities to talk to Archbishop Vicma alone. Ryan was too general and too general.

"In this way, Karl, you can find a chance to go to the gym or fighting arena in the palace or in the cathedral with Vicma, and fight hand-to-hand, wrestle, and have a serious match or two." Ryan said very much. Seriously and seriously: "Whether you win or lose, then you arrange a private barbecue banquet, drink and eat meat together, create a relaxed atmosphere, seize the opportunity, and talk frankly, it should be effective."

"Is that so?" Emperor Karl-Franz felt strange, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to try: "Okay, let me go back and arrange one, cheers, Ryan, for our respective countries!"

"cheers!"

In addition to Karl Franz and Ryan Macado's chat, the entire Curona Palace is indeed very hot. In history, there are very few banquets of this level, which will bring the empire and the nobles of Brittany together. They gathered together, although both the Imperials and the Bretons disliked each other, but in a practical sense, the people of the two countries were indeed of the same ancestry, the origin of the Bretons It is the Bretons who crossed the Grey Mountains at that time. The cultural difference between the two sides is that the Bretons are more influenced by the elves. Except for the belief in the fairy in the lake and the belief in the gods of Charlemagne, the folk beliefs of the two sides are basically the same. , statutory holidays are also very close.

Even so, the cultural gap still makes the two peoples often hostile to each other, territorial disputes and conflicts of interest have been on and off in the thousand-year history.

It can only be said that human beings can never understand each other, and seeking common ground while reserving differences is the limit.

François, Baudric and Marius chatted. The three of them already had all the best wine estates in the Old World. Obviously, the two dukes and electors were quite knowledgeable about wine making and management. Have experience and attainments.

Elector of the White Wolf Boris Todbringer and Pelhemond, Duke of Bastogne have a very good relationship. Their personalities are very close, and there are tens of thousands of beasts in Midden and Drakwald Forest. The war between the human tribes never stops, and the Principality of Bastogne also faces a frenzy of beastmen from the Arden Forest every year. Both sides have a lot of experience in how to fight the beastmen.

In the palace, Ryan's wife Surya, Imperial Queen Helena and Imperial Countess Emmanuel shared the parenting scriptures, and King Luitpold II brought little Frederick and little German Hill is playing like crazy.

"Sister Sulia, it's been a long time." Emilia hugged Sulia's arm enthusiastically: "You're going to be a queen soon, wow, I envy you so much!"

"Thank you." It must be false to say that she doesn't want to be a queen, but Sulia always felt that there was something in Emilia's words, she pulled out her arm a little not used to: "I haven't congratulated you yet, Emily Ya! You didn't bring her this time?"

"Bring it, but Rem is still too young." Emilia shook her head again and again, and the beautiful and beautiful face of the Imperial Countess was blushing, she proudly showed off to Suria: "Tomorrow, I will do it again. Would you like to bring Rem to the palace to play with her brother Devonhill? Sister Surya?”

"Uh... Of course you can, welcome, Emilia." Surya was a little uncomfortable with Emilia's run.

Just this summer, Emilia once again gave birth to a beautiful girl for Ryan and herself. Just as she and Ryan said, she named the little girl Rem and named her Princess Nuer. The princess came with Emilia this time, but did not attend the banquet.

Seeing Surya's unwilling expression, Emilia was secretly proud, and she took Surya's arm again: "Sister Surya, Sister Helena, I brought a lot of gifts from Nur this time. , it's all for you, come and see it with me!"

Emilia did bring a lot of gifts this time, and Surya could feel Emilia's sincerity and sincerity, and she did not refuse.

"Okay!" Helena agreed immediately after hearing this, and the three most powerful women in the old world walked towards another room in the palace.

On the other side, the high elf supreme master Tigris was talking to Veronica and Teresa. There was no emotion or expression in Tigris' voice. He carefully observed Veronica. The ability to cast spells and manipulate the magic wind, nodded slightly: "Yes, Ms. Bernadotte, your magic has improved a lot compared to the last time we met."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Tigris." Veronica finally found an opportunity to show off her achievements in the promotion of the sanctuary and her new abilities, she bowed very respectfully and seriously: "Thank you for your guidance, very grateful."

"My guide just gave you a key to teach you how to open the door of the room, and everything after entering the room is up to you." Tigris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff, his pair of dead fish His eyes turned to the glamorous sorceress who was wearing a dress and a long skirt, with some unwillingness and loss on her face: "As for Ms. Trovik, don't be disappointed. The promotion method of warlocks is different from that of wizards. The methods of the Sanctuary are relatively unique and difficult to replicate. What you need to do now is to accumulate enough magic knowledge and magic equivalent. As for how to condense blood, I will take a moment to help you check the books of the Hosbaita, you You can also ask how your mother did it at the time."

Ice magic does not belong to the Eight Winds of Magic. Although Tegris is the supreme master, his knowledge of ice magic is relatively limited, because elves simply do not despise this kind of magic.

"Mother had an adventure at that time. She found an ancient holy relic in a wasteland in Kislev, and obtained a huge amount of pure ice energy from the stone pillars of the ancient holy ruin." Teresa Shaking his head in disappointment: "This kind of ancient holy relic has basically been excavated since the founding of Kislev for nearly a thousand years. It is really rare."

"Perhaps, you can look for a substitute." Tigris carefully observed Teresa's magic power: "I need a little time to look up the information and talk to Belanna, and ask him if he has any information on this. "

"Thank you very much." Teresa also bowed to express her gratitude, Tigris nodded, he turned and left, heading towards the garden.

"Hum~ my little princess, you have today too, hurry up, hurry up and show your respect and loyalty to me as a female elder of Garland!" Veronica saw Tegris leave, her attitude immediately It became completely different from before, she put her hands on her hips and provoked Teresa triumphantly.

The Witch Garland is wearing a cuckoo-loving light purple rippling velvet evening dress today. The neckline of the dress is raised high, showing her pride. The long dress has high slits, a pair of slender and straight, wrapped in ultra-thin The beautiful legs of the flesh-colored suspenders and stockings are stepping on a pair of open-toed fish mouth high heels. The pink and silky nails are painted with red nail polish. The socks rings of the suspenders are still patterned with butterfly ribbons. Out of pride, sweet almond eyes are full of counterattack happiness.

"Humph! Veronica, you wait!" Teresa's evening dress is shorter than Veronica's, and everything else is roughly the same. The difference from Veronica is that she wears gray trousers Socks, and the neckline is not as low-cut as Veronica's. The sorceress was so provocative that she wanted to stamp her feet, but she really had no way to fight back.

"Hey, more than ten years ago, I always wanted to step on you." As soon as Veronica's provocation was released, Witch Garland said helplessly: "As a result, we are now in one faction. ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ How boring... Trovik, where's your mother?"

"Mother?" Teresa's expression was a little subtle: "Look, where is it."

Veronica looked in the direction that Teresa pointed, and this time, Witch Garland's expression became a little more subtle.

Aurora is also wearing a light blue off-the-shoulder tube top evening dress. Under the skirt are beautiful legs wrapped in black transparent stockings and beautiful feet in black pointed high heels. She is sitting on the sofa in the corner. Beside her, the Elector of Wolfen from the Empire and the Grand Duke of Osterland, Vamil von Zhukov, is courting Aurora. Elector Vamir has a green light in his eyes, constantly Toasting and looking for topics, Aurora also chatted with him out of courtesy.

"Oh, it's that old pervert." Veronica covered her face with her hands. The Elector Wamir is outstanding in terms of military ability, internal affairs ability, or personal martial arts. Otherwise, the emperor would not be in the original elector. After the family died out, he was chosen as the chief of the Knights of the Bull at the time to inherit the titles of Elector and Grand Duke.

But the Elector of Wamir has a problem. He often can't control his lower body. Apart from his two direct sons Oleg and Vasily, he has openly admitted at least ten illegitimate children, and there are many open ones. Mistress, I haven’t disclosed more. As far as Veronica knows, Kislev’s female ambassador to the empire is the lover of the Elector Wamil, and there are at least a dozen female members in the Garland Council who have expressed their love for Wamil. Elector Mir had a relationship.

"Dear Teresa, are you going to have a new dad?" Veronica teased.

"...Veronica, let's go and have a look." Teresa frowned: "Mother, she's in high spirits today, she drank too much, and it's not good if she makes the wrong decision."

"Alright alright."