Georges' Ambition - The Battle of the British Succession

The Duchy of Tyumen is at the easternmost point of the territory of the Britannia Empire, at the end of the known world.It is said that if a brave person can climb over the high snow-capped mountains and walk out of the endless desert, he will find a rich country in the farther east where gold is everywhere, milk flows in the river, and the common people wear silk and burn spices.Europeans call that country Khitan, and the Mongols can only come to the Eastern European grasslands by bypassing deserts and snow-capped mountains from the cold north.Of course, the Mongols boasted that their great Kublai Khan had conquered that country, forced the last emperor and prime minister of that country to commit suicide by jumping into the sea, and turned all the people into fourth-class citizens like slaves, intending to make them The land is enclosed for grazing.

In this regard, the people of the Britannian Empire were lazy to laugh: who didn't know that the Mongols who looked fierce at first, the whip of God after Attila, had been defeated several times by the great shield of Christ, Bagh the Great, Now he has converted to the Orthodox Church.The so-called conquest of the great eastern country is mostly a swollen face to pretend to be fat. I don’t know what kind of misery was beaten by the eastern great country before fleeing to the west. Otherwise, such a rich and beautiful country would not settle down and live in peace and contentment. Is it a brain damage to come to Europe from the snowy mountains and grasslands? It must be a brain damage.

Therefore, when Teudmund and Georges saw people flocking in one direction at the monthly market in Tyumen, saying that a magical oriental magician was coming, Wei [Escape] suit [ The two brothers who went out to play and visited play naturally came over to watch the fun with great interest.

When the two brothers were surrounded by the crowd and anxious because they could not see them, suddenly, a passage was revealed in the dense crowd in front of them like the Red Sea separated by Moses. A young man in strange clothes and with a bun was holding a A flag with strange square characters came towards the two brothers.

"Wang Qi." The visitor looked in shock at the two teenagers in front of him and murmured in his mother tongue, "Emperor Qi, and there are two of them."

"Are you speaking an Eastern language?" Teudmund asked again, first in Celtic, the official language of Britannia, and then in Greek, the lingua franca of the Eastern Orthodox region. , I have already identified the source of the strange costume and flag in my heart.

"Yes," the Dongfang people who had recovered their senses replied in weird Greek, "I am from the Song Empire."

"Song Empire? Is it the name of that country in the east? We all call her Khitan." Georges struggled to understand.

The man nodded first, then shook his head: "The eastern country you are talking about is my Song Empire, but we are not called Khitan. It is a grassland Diyi people who invaded us like the Mongols. After them, the Jurchen, and then Mongolia, One by one, they invaded the Song Empire more barbarously and cruelly than one."

"Are you the envoy of the Song Empire? Do you want to unite with us to fight off the Mongols? No need, we have already defeated the Mongols and forced them to convert to the Lord." Teudmond clenched his younger brother's hand and told him intuitively, It is best not to be wordy with this Oriental.

"No, no, no," the people of Song State shook their heads and pointed to the three square characters on the flagpole, "Tong, Tian, ​​Eye, I know everything about the past and the future, and I can tell the fate of anyone in this world."

"Oh, you are a fortune teller." Teudmond suddenly realized.

"Fortune teller? Why didn't you bring a crystal ball?" Georges asked curiously.

The corner of Dongfang's mouth twitched: "To be exact, I'm a magician."

"Then why don't you bring your wand? Hey, can you conjure candy? Nye, Nye, make some candy for me." Georges ignored the embarrassment of the Oriental and stared at him, "I want to eat Candy, change some candy for me!"

"Georges." Teudmond held his brother, "It's time for us to go back."

"No, I want to see this person change candy for me. You—father, mother, and brothers all restrict me from eating snacks, so I don't care. I want candy! I want candy!"

"Alright, alright, honorable young master," the Oriental arched his hands and bowed to the two brothers, "Let's sit down by the side of the road."

After sitting with the two brothers in an inconspicuous corner of the road, the Oriental took out a small ceramic cup from his wide sleeve and showed it to the two brothers: "Please check, two young masters, there is nothing in this cup at the moment. "

"Hmm." Georges squatted on the ground and concentrated.

"Then," the Easterner tossed the cup in the air, then caught it and threw it on the ground, "Look." He picked up the cup.

A small off-white thing lay quietly on a small piece of silk.

"Oh oh oh, is this candy? Is it an oriental candy?" Georges picked up a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Teudmond grabbed his hand, but he was still a step behind.

"How is it?" Dongfang asked with a smile.

"Well—" Georges chewed, "very sweet, sweeter than any candy I've ever eaten before."

"This is the magic of the East. Now believe that I am a magician." The Oriental smiled, "Now, let me tell the two noble young masters." He looked around and looked serious , "I see Wang Qi in the two of you."

"what is that?"

"The aura of an emperor, the aura exuded by those who are destined to become emperors."

"Please don't talk nonsense, my brother and I are just the youngest sons of ordinary people." Tejodmund raised his younger brother Georges, how could this oriental man, like his Greek teacher, say some demagogic words, even if he was strong-willed Well, Georges has dreamed of being an emperor since he was a child, and it will be terrible if this continues.

"You two young masters, please stay." The Oriental grabbed Teudmond's arm, "Hey, if I had horns on my head, I would have bowed down to you long ago. There is no mistake, you will never admit your mistake, the imperial aura in your body is already against the sky, far surpassing your younger brother." He squinted at Georges who was still chewing maltose, "What kind of child from an ordinary family, ordinary civilians How can families in this era afford expensive candies as snacks for their children; Eastern European civilians can’t speak Celtic as standard as you. The future Earl of Surgut, Duke of Tyumen, His Majesty the Emperor of Britannia, Please remember my words and see if your life trajectory is as I said."

"..." Teudmond looked at the Easterner coldly, "The performance just now is not so much magic as it is magic."

The Oriental smiled slightly:

"Whether it is magic or a trick depends on the heart: if you have love in your heart, this is magic. It can conjure up sweets and snacks for a cute little brother; if there is no love, it is a trick, a trick that deceives the eyes of a pure boy. Smart Young master, your future status will be far above that of your brothers, you will become the master of this world, and you will dominate everything under the authority of theocracy and kingship."

Teudmond broke free from the grip of the Oriental, and took a few steps back:

"In my heart, I really just want to be a small nobleman in Tyumen, spend my life in a normal way, and when my grandfather, mother and elder brother need it, I will lead the army and charge for the empire. That is my way of chivalry But, if it’s what you said, I hope you don’t spread these words around in the future. I’m bleeding half of the Greeks. It's not surprising to find that I can't see or lack any organs," he smiled slightly, and waved goodbye, "Goodbye, Mr. Magician, who is still very immature."

"Is it magic? Or tricks?" The magician from the east watched the two brothers leave, and the direction was Duke Qiumen's residence.

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The magician was also brought soy sauce by me, hehehehe.