Valkyrie Europa

252 Marriage
The huge and luxurious convoy headed west, towards Paris.

The road was extremely quiet, as if dark clouds were overwhelming, and the atmosphere was indescribably dull.

Whether it is His Majesty the Emperor or the accompanying high-ranking officials, there is silence, only the sound of the trampling of horseshoes and the creaking of wheels on the road.

Not long ago, the doomsday-like scene was still echoing in everyone's minds. The destruction caused by only two people made the empire's efforts in the past two years come to naught. It makes people feel a deep fear, a deep sense of powerlessness, like a heavy stone pressing on everyone's heart, making people feel unspeakably depressed.

Finally, after traveling for a while, when the convoy stopped to rest, someone still broke the silence. It was the Prime Minister of the Empire, Laplace, who was also the teacher of His Majesty when he was a child: "Oh, Your Majesty is not too worried, this time it is just We can't react to their sneak attack, but if the three 'Goddesses of the Night' and Captain D'Artagnan are all there, and our warships leave the port to set up their positions, we still have a chance of winning."

"Yes, Your Majesty, don't worry." The Imperial Finance Minister Godin also persuaded: "The other party did not kill them. The officers and soldiers did not suffer much. Most of them were only slightly injured. If the ship is destroyed, it will be destroyed." , let’s rebuild it, and with the current financial situation of the empire, it can fully support it, it’s just that the time to take shape has been delayed a bit.”

"Enough!" Suddenly, His Majesty Napoleon yelled loudly, interrupting their comfort: "Build again? What else to build? Will they be smashed for fun? Can't you see it? What new type of warship, the whole ship No matter how advanced and flexible the most advanced warships in the mainland are, they will be smashed in half with a hammer, or smashed in half with a stick? They will all sink into the sea!"

His Majesty the Emperor was furious: "Those Vikings used dragon-headed ships hundreds of years ago, and they will still be dragon-headed ships hundreds of years later! With such an old ship, they are still traveling all over the world and doing whatever they want. Where are you going to grab it? Isn't it possible to smash half of my navy's property in front of my emperor? And build ships? Shipbuilding is useless!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it's all my fault this time. If I take good care of Arnold, or put him in Paris, or transfer both Captain D'Artagnan and the Musketeers, this tragedy can be avoided. It's gone." Miss Sophie lowered her head, her eyes were red.

"No, Arnold is not the original Arnold, not the general Arnold of our French Revolutionary Army vanguard battalion. Didn't you look carefully, he is no longer as stupid as before, he has recovered, recovered He lost his memory and regained his strength. He is now the leader of the Viking pirates, and he is their warrior saint! It is ridiculous to think of it, and now even those Viking pirates have two fucking warrior saints!" His Majesty Napoleon said The voice was full of sarcasm.

After a pause, he continued: "As for me, the emperor, there are only two of you who can command me! Even if D'Artagnan is here, so what? A veteran martial saint like the Viking Pirate King is afraid that there will be ten deaths and no life! Don’t you know the strength of the "Goddess of the Night"? The three of them work together to barely become a martial saint, and they are still the weakest among the martial saints. One kind! If you really fight, it’s just a qualification to entangle for a while. Now that I think about it, I, the emperor of France, is really dangerous. If the two of them came directly at me before, wouldn’t I have to die in Caen?"

"We swear, no matter what, we will do our best to protect His Majesty!" The head of the royal guard immediately knelt on the ground, swearing repeatedly.

"Sigh..." His Majesty the Emperor looked at his chief guard with a tone of pity: "I understand your determination, but in many cases, even if you die, it will be useless."

"Forget it, I'm tired, that's all." Then His Majesty the Emperor closed the curtain on the window of the carriage, and made no sound.

The convoy set off again, and fell silent again.

When there is silence, time always passes very slowly, but no matter how slow it is, the team still returns to Paris.

Back in Paris, full of worries, everyone dispersed one after another, each with their own plans, some returned home, some began to convene staff, some returned to the ministry by themselves, and began to convene a meeting.

Miss Sophie, with a livid face, pushed away General Ou Ren who came forward to greet him warmly, rode all the way into the Grand Palace, and entered the secret palace behind the Grand Palace.

After a while of questioning, Miss Sophie saw Master Galileo and several major researchers in a small room. They were arguing endlessly around a huge and detailed human body structure diagram.

As soon as she walked into the room, Miss Sophie cut straight to the point: "Master Galileo, you have been here for more than a month. I don't know how the research progress is. When will you be able to completely revise and perfect this martial art?"

He raised his head in front of the structure diagram and looked at the anxious Miss Sophie. Master Galileo said indifferently: "Since you invited me here, you must believe in my ability. Research is a very serious matter. At least for now, I cannot Give you a clear answer."

"Then how is the progress now, what stage has it reached?" Miss Sophie asked patiently, suppressing her anxiety.

"In the past month or so, we have conducted more than 20 in vivo experiments, using multiple sets of human body systems to replace them, but the results are not very good, and the experimenters have sacrificed a lot. But at the critical point, the transmission of internal force In terms of the system, there is still no progress, but research in this area does not happen overnight. In the classical era, it often took several generations to create a martial art. It took tens or hundreds of years. Although it has entered a new era, there are more scientific Systematic research methods, but time consumption is inevitable!" Master Galileo explained: "Like your peerless martial arts, such a cross-generational idea, if you want to truly realize it, and there is no side effect, An The realization of safety and security is absolutely indispensable to the investment of time, and based on my conservative estimate, it will take about five to ten years!"

"Five to ten years?" Miss Sophie opened her mouth wide: "Why does it take so long? Didn't you say it would only take one or two years?"

"That's because I didn't know the situation at the time!" Master Galileo explained: "If it's just an ordinary peerless martial art, such as your French rose gun, let me organize and transform it in a new type of system. Of course it won’t take long to change to a new style of martial arts. But this martial art is different! It is not a popular product like your French rose gun! This is a great martial art that crosses the age! The great idea of ​​turning individual practice into group practice! It is naturally extremely difficult to realize it! And it needs to be carefully crafted, and there is no room for sloppy, so it is possible to realize it!"

"But, but, we simply can't wait for such a long time!" Miss Sophie's tone was a little exasperated: "His Majesty the Emperor can't wait either!"

"Why can't you wait? Your Majesty is not very old. Could it be that he is seriously ill?" Master Galileo expressed his puzzlement.

"Of course not! It's just that you may not know the specific situation in France. In fact, we have always been lacking in high-end military power." Miss Sophie explained patiently.

"Oh, that's right. As a big country, the first echelon of the mainland, only two such weak warriors can use it. It's really shameful. Let's not talk about England, even Germany is stronger than you. It really should Hurry." Master Galileo nodded understandingly: "But, I can't do anything about it. The Martial Saint class is the representative of the highest martial power on the mainland. How can it be so easy to create. Just like our Italy, although benefited from martial arts In Fuxing, all kinds of talented warriors emerge in endlessly, but most of them are at the level of grand masters, grand masters, and venerables, and there is only one person who can reach the level of martial saints with new martial arts."

After a pause, he comforted: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. In any case, once you France is at a critical moment, that Lord Roland will take action after all. He is a powerful existence at the level of a protector of the country. A peerless powerhouse that even the Holy See dare not humiliate, and he is still so young, it is possible to protect your French people for decades. By then, this technique will be almost completely perfected, and you can continue to build Wouldn't it be good for someone with a martial saint level to come out?"

"Oh, the key point is that His Majesty the Emperor can't wait." Miss Sophie sat down on the chair weakly, her tone was desolate, but she didn't continue talking.

In the Grand Palace, in His Majesty's study, a serious conversation was also going on.

It was His Majesty the Emperor and three slim women wrapped in black robes standing in front of him.

It is the three "Goddesses of the Night" of the Goddess Cult or the Witch Cult, who are also the shadow guards that His Majesty always brings with him.

"Your Majesty, have you agreed to the marriage?" the leading Goddess of the Night said happily: "In this case, our Goddess Cult can help you with all our strength, and we can completely help you settle things like Caen Port!"

"Marriage is naturally possible, and I have no objection to having a strong and beautiful wife." His Majesty replied: "However, I don't want it to be Mary Luisa. She has too many things involved in her. Once I marry She, it is inevitable that there will be a war."

"Is Your Majesty afraid of war?" the leading Goddess of the Night asked with a smile.

"Of course not! It's just that if it's those small countries, I'm naturally not afraid, but Germany is the strongest country on the mainland after all. We are not ready to go to war with them!" His Majesty Napoleon said seriously.

"Of course, Your Majesty and France are not ready, but so is Germany. They are still fighting Bavaria to the death, and they are definitely not ready to go to war with France." The leading goddess of the night laughed.

"Does it have to be Luisa?" His Majesty the Emperor frowned.

"Where you gain, you must pay!" The leading Goddess of the Night said: "Although Lord Luisa is currently living in Switzerland temporarily, she is the Austrian Grand Duke whose destiny belongs to her! She is also the archbishop of our Goddess Church, and her status in the Church is second only to the Pope." Lord Hecate, no matter in terms of bloodline or strength, he is the only one worthy of His Majesty! Moreover, if you marry Lord Louisa, you will also have the legal inheritance of Austria!"

"But now Austria is in the hands of Germany!" His Majesty Napoleon interrupted angrily.

"It's only been ten years!" the leading Goddess of the Night insisted: "Master Luisa is not idle in Switzerland! In Austria, there are no fewer people who support Lord Louisa, no matter the nobles, the army, Those independent martial arts masters all have diehard loyalists of the Austrian royal family! As long as Lady Luisa gives an order, Austria can break free from the clutches of Germany! And all you have to do, Your Majesty, is to help us and accept us! "

"But this will inevitably lead to war! We France have only recuperated for a few years, and if we start a war again." His Majesty's tone seemed unwilling.

"Your Majesty, you have been expanding your army. In just two years, the strength of the Revolutionary Army has doubled. If there is no war, what are you doing recruiting so many troops!" the leading Goddess of the Night said aggressively.

"That's to deal with Spain! I'm going to take back the cities that were lost last time!" His Majesty the Emperor explained.

"But Austria is much bigger, isn't it?" The leading goddess of the night laughed again: "I don't need to compare the whole of Austria and those small border cities."

"But against Germany, I don't have the confidence to win." His Majesty's tone softened a little.

"You are the victorious military god of France, why don't you have self-confidence." The leading goddess of the night asked back with a smile.

"You know why!" His Majesty the Emperor became impatient again: "The Martial Saints of their family are very obedient!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will do our best to help you." The leading Goddess of the Night promised, "All of us will do our best to help you. Lord Hecate means that if there is a real fight, she will also help you." I will do it myself. Although Dragon Slayer Martial Saint is powerful, after all, he is too old and has been seriously injured. Of course it is impossible to defeat him, but His Excellency is still very confident in holding him back."

His Majesty the Emperor looked pensive, hesitated for a while, and said, "Then let me think about it."

The leading Goddess of the Night also stopped persuading: "Since we have waited for so long, we naturally don't mind waiting a little longer, and this time His Majesty was also affected by the Caen Port incident, so he was a little impulsive, so he restarted this conversation It's time to calm down and think about it."

After a pause, she continued: "But I think this is a win-win choice! We poor girls can get a safe place to live away from the persecution of the Holy See. Your Majesty's country can also be supplemented by high-end military power, not very Okay? And if Austria is merged, His Majesty will also have two of the top martial arts academies in the mainland! Although the reclusive "God of Music" at the Vienna Conservatory doesn't care about the secular world, he also served as the court teacher of Lord Louisa, At critical moments, it’s okay to ask him to make a few shots.”

"Enough!" His Majesty waved his hand, interrupting the seductive voice that kept getting into his ears: "Let me think about it."

(End of this chapter)