The Sun King's Evidence

PS: Second update! The emperor has worked very hard, I hope everyone can give me some help! The emperor is here to say thank you.

At the beginning of the year 2521 in the imperial calendar, the old world, the empire, Middenland, Middenheim.

A luxurious carriage was escorted personally by the White Wolf Knights to the Royal Conservatory of Music in White Wolf City.

At this time, two young and beautiful female students from the Conservatory of Music were already standing at the door waiting.

They are both natives of Middenheim, blond and very beautiful but not too showy. One holds an organ and the other holds a marlin.

Klaus Stauffenberg, a senior member of the White Wolf Knights, a member of the Teutonic Ochen Guard, and the president of the Ax Brotherhood, an elite military organization in Middenland, strode out of the carriage. This Teutonic Guard is over 50 years old this year. , who has served for nearly forty years. When he saw the two girls, he smiled politely and said, "Hello, Your Excellency was very satisfied with the last performance, so I would like to invite you to play for Your Excellency this time."

"Yes!" The two girls couldn't help but be excited.

They all come from local aristocratic families in Middenheim. Now everyone knows that the second wife of Elector Boris Todbringer, Anne, has "died" of illness. Recently, the Elector himself has been extremely depressed and has been away from political affairs. , lived in isolation. On the one hand, the palace ministers of Middenheim took the opportunity to control the military and political power to seek benefits for themselves. On the other hand, they also discussed that the elector should renew his marriage, so they took the initiative to select some noble ladies to present to Boris. The Elector, let him choose a new lady.

Although the Elector Boris himself is nearly 80 years old this year, there is reliable news that Boris has "quit sex" after the age of 55. However, after receiving the help of wood elf medicine and drinking the fountain of life, many ways have changed. The news proves that Boris has successfully "regained his glory".

The two girls are naturally extremely eager to become the elector's wife, which means becoming half the owner of White Wolf City. Moreover, Boris only has two sons and one daughter left. The eldest son Heinrich is an illegitimate child. Although He is excellent in the military and political affairs but is not a legitimate son. His second son Stefan is the eldest son, but he advocates violence and behaves erratically and suffers from congenital diseases. His daughter Katie is very good in all aspects, but she is also an illegitimate child. If she can marry Boris, she will choose Emperor, if I could have a son...

"Please." Klaus Stauffenberg motioned for the two girls to get into the carriage.

On the other side, the Elector's Palace of Middenheim and the Charlotteburg Palace.

Elector Boris, who had not been seen for a long time, strode into the inner room under the guidance of his godson, flag officer of Midden and White Wolf City, captain of the Teutonic Guard, and White Wolf Paladin, von Tugenheim. .

The indoor environment is very simple, with a long table, a few seats, a wolf skin carpet on the floor, and a tapestry on the wall depicting the portrait of the white wolf god Yurik, the glorious history of the wolf emperors in the past, and the Midden Territory. famous battle.

Also present at the meeting were Boris's eldest son, Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim, and his second son, Baron Stefan of Middenheim.

"Sit down, sit down." Boris looked really old. This oldness did not come from his body, but from his heart. After all, the wife he had shared the same bed with for many years turned out to be a pervert. The Slaanesh Cult really hit Boris deeply, especially when the final investigation concluded that it was even more bloody - Anne was not a Slaanesh Cultist at the beginning, but Boris himself was busy with internal affairs and leading the army on an expedition. She spent a long time Being alone and lonely, he finally came into contact with the Slaanesh sect in order to seek spiritual sustenance.

"Where's Klaus? And Goethe? Why haven't they come yet?" Boris asked casually.

"It should be on the way already, father, I'll go ask." Heinrich saw this and stood up.

"No, just wait a moment." Boris signaled Tugenheim to open the wine. Lysalus, the best wine in the old world imported from the Principality of Winford in Brittany, was on the table. The elector relaxed Leaning on the chair, he asked casually: "How is Drakwald?"

"The war is very difficult. One-eyed Kazak is too cunning. This beast keeps harassing the towns along our route. He kills people and robs things when he sees them. Once we send out the army, Kazak will immediately flee deep into the black forest." Marshal Heinrich said helplessly: "Father, if this continues, we will only be exhausted."

"Then burn the forest, burn it with fire! Otherwise, send out lumberjacks and cut down the whole forest for me, cut it down!" Baron Stefan said angrily: "I don't believe it. Without the forest, the beasts will be dead." What else can people do!”

Boris, Tugenheim, and Heinrich all looked at the eldest son like an idiot.

Our baron never understood that it was not that there was a large black forest within the empire's territory, but that the empire's territory was located in a large black forest! Are you going to burn Middenland and Black Forest together?

With the influence of Chaos, it would only take a few years for the Black Forest to recover, but how many years would it take for the towns and population to recover?

As for cutting down trees, it's even more ridiculous. A single lumberjack cuts down a tree, but the beastmen watch you do it? If the army is sent for protection, the military expenditure and food supply will be enough to crush the finances.

The current effective way to deal with the beastmen is to build settlements on the edge of the forest, build roads, and then slowly build villages and outposts, encroaching on the black forest bit by bit. This was originally an effective method, but recently the beastmen have simply become like As if they had gone crazy, they poured out endlessly from the black forest and couldn't kill them all. If it hadn't been for the battle of the three kings that wiped out almost all the elite beastmen, the situation in the Midden Territory would be even worse now.

"Dozens more villages have been destroyed." Heinrich shook his head: "No matter how hard we try, beastmen will appear in our towns or even near our cities sooner or later."

"Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now. Sooner or later I will dig out Kazak's remaining eye." Boris seemed to have no intention of continuing. The elector heard the footsteps outside: "Ah, here it comes!"

Standing outside the door, Teutonic guard Klaus gave the two girls his final instructions: "Be sure to remember that no matter what your Excellency or the others say, you must act as if you didn't hear it, unless you take the initiative to strike up a conversation with you. Otherwise don’t try to take any words.”

"Remember." The two girls from the music school nodded.

The door to the room opened and he saw two girls. Tugenheim nodded: "Please take a seat."

Teutonic Ochen guard Klaus did not sit at the table. He said that he was standing guard outside, and then Boris's intelligence minister Goethe entered the table.

Goethe was a tall, thin gentleman with a bald head. He had been Boris's intelligence minister for several years and was deeply trusted.

"She's so beautiful. What's your name?" Boris motioned for the two girls to sit next to him. He noticed that one girl was particularly beautiful, especially her delicate and fragile appearance, which was enough to make men feel endless excitement. Feeling protective, he took the initiative to ask.

"My name is Louise von August." The girl nodded: "I am... I am eighteen years old this year."

"Ha, I heard your performance last time and it was very good, so I invite you to come again this time." Boris relaxed and leaned on the seat of his chair.

The banquet continued, and several people toasted together.

The two girls from the Conservatory of Music began to play the famous Middenheim military song "Urik's March of Glory". Sure enough, as Boris said, the level of the two girls was extremely high, and everyone clapped happily.

Boris Todbringer beat the beat with his hands and shook his head, while the Elector himself reflected on his life.

He is the son of Middenheim, the wolf cub of Ulric.

He was once the bravest warrior in White Wolf City, with the loudest voice and the most generous drinking capacity.

He once led the election and almost became emperor.

He once extremely questioned the rule of Karl Franz and wanted to proclaim himself Wolf Emperor more than once.

But after all, Boris is a man who respects order and rules. The current elector's voice has become hoarse, and the passion for war is fading from him. He feels tired and old. His two wives have died successively, and he has fought several battles with beasts. He failed to get any bargains, which made Boris even more frustrated.

To make matters worse, his heir was arrogant, arrogant, obsessed with violence and alcoholism. Boris couldn't help but glance at Stefan, his own son. He was very disappointed with this son and wanted to change his status more than once. Heinrich, but always gave up in the end because of the advice of the nobles and his love for his first wife.

The Elector was still wandering in his thoughts, but Tugenheim, the flag officer, the White Wolf Paladin, and Boris's godson, found that the Minister of Intelligence Goethe was a little absent-minded. He poured himself a glass of wine and smiled at Goethe: "What's wrong? , Lord Goethe, are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Minister of Intelligence Goethe shook his head and stood up: "I drank too much, I'm going to wash my hands."

"good."

The Minister of Intelligence left the room. In a library outside the Elector's Palace, several nobles and bureaucrats were waiting: "What's the plan?"

Goethe said in a deep voice: "Proceed as planned!"

"The time is approaching when we will break free from the shadows and roam the world!"

"Chaos covers the earth, and only believers receive the grace of the gods!"

"Praise to Tzeentch, Lord of Change!"

"Praise to Tzeentch, Lord of Change!"

Everyone took out a white towel, on which a dark purple bloody handprint was clearly visible, and two exquisite short-barreled double-shot fire guns were hidden in the clothes of the Minister of Intelligence.

When he returned to the room, the song had been changed, and the two female singers were singing the ancient Midden love song "I Love You".

"I love you~I love you from the bottom of my heart~"

"But you left me~"

"I don't know how many tears I shed for you~"

Boris was a little crazy after hearing this. The Elector thought of his two deceased wives and couldn't help but burst into tears. Tugenheim thought of his father, Phil, who died in the battle with the one-eyed Kazak. Lun Tingchen and Heinrich thought of his mother, who was born in a lowly position and had already died of illness.

"Yeah yeah yeah~ yeah yeah yeah yeah~"

"Yeah yeah yeah~ yeah yeah yeah yeah~"

Goethe's heart was beating wildly. He secretly reached out and grasped the handle of the gun on his belt under his coat.

The Minister of Intelligence had fallen into Chaos more than ten years ago and became a member of the Purple Hand of the Tzeentch sect. However, every time Goethe saw Boris's noble character and the sacrifices of the White Wolf Knights to defend the imperial territory, , will feel shaken by their choice.

There was still some hesitation in his heart.

"Stop being so grim and come and have a drink!" At this moment, Baron Stefan suddenly smiled at Goethe. The baron was drooling. He drank a little too much and became confused. At this time, all the people present were immersed in singing. Only this guy was heartless. He took the initiative to grab the wine bottle on the table and poured a full glass for Goethe: "Here."

"Ah, thank you..." The Minister of Intelligence could only take the glass and take a sip.

"Hahahaha! I'm so happy today~" Baron Stefan turned his attention away.

There is no choice! Goethe finally made up his mind.

"I love you~I love you from the bottom of my heart~"

"But you left me~"

"I miss you every night~"

"Yeah yeah yeah~ yeah yeah yeah yeah~"

"Yeah yeah yeah~ yeah yeah yeah yeah~"

Goethe gritted his teeth, and the Minister of Intelligence gradually made up his mind.

Is it wrong to want to be on the winning side?

With each passing year, the Beastmen become bolder in their activities and the Reavers become more powerful.

Year after year, the number of mutants in the Empire grew and the situation became worse.

We are fighting a losing battle.

I'm a pragmatist, and yes, empire made me rich. But when Middenheim falls into flames, Chaos will keep me alive, while the people of the Empire become food for the lycanthropes or sacrifices to the gods. Continue to survive and even prosper!

The Lord of Destiny is generous to those who fear Him.

Yes, be generous!

Goethe grabbed his own wine glass, poured a whole glass of wine down his throat, and then shouted directly at Baron Stefan next to him: "Baron, if you don't support your Excellency, who else will do it?"

The singing stopped instantly, and several people present looked at the Minister of Intelligence with strange expressions.

What do you want to do?

"Your Excellency, how can we embrace true civilization by following these insects together!" Goethe drew out his blunderbuss and shot Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim in the chest: "Heinrich, you are such a weak soul. , how dare you fight against the Son of Chaos!"

"Bang!" Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim was shot in the chest, and blood suddenly surged. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground: "Mr. Goethe, what are you doing?"

"Are you going to rebel?" Boris was also shocked by the changes in front of him. The Elector shouted: "Goethe!"

"It's gunfire!" The guards standing guard in the outer hall heard the gunshots in the inner hall and were about to get up.

"Brush!" Senior Teutonic Ochen guard Klaus Stauffenberg drew out his battle ax and beheaded several young guards carefully selected by Boris on the spot. Blood flowed all over the floor, and the two white wolf knights around him A cheetah knight was startled and was about to rush forward. Another Teutonic guard immediately took out his weapon. Taking advantage of the fact that the two white wolf knights were unprepared for him, he pierced the neck of a white wolf knight from behind with his sword. Then use the ax to easily kill the remaining White Wolf Knight and Cheetah Knight.

The whole guard room was instantly covered with blood.

The two Teutonic guards who entered the inner ring of the White Wolf Knights after heavy selection, symbolizing the highest glory of Middenheim's military elite nobles, looked at each other and smiled. They were bathed in blood and showed their true colors. The flesh and blood were cut off from the dead, devoured and the warm blood drank.

"For the Order of the Crimson Skull! For Khorne!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

There was no movement from the guards outside, and the inner hall was in chaos. One girl was so frightened that she crawled and ran away, and the other one was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground and didn't know what to do.

Goethe sneered. He fired another shot, hitting Baron Stefan directly in the head, and then took out the second blunderbuss from his waist: "Your Excellency, this is because you did not choose the right path, so don't blame me."

"Guard! Guard!" Boris yelled anxiously.

"Are you looking for Klaus? What a pity, he and Bard are both from the Order of the Scarlet Skull." Goethe sneered, aiming the blunderbuss in his hand at Boris's head: "Goodbye, Your Excellency."

"Bang!" The bullet was fired, but Boris quickly dodged. The shot only hit Boris's left lung. The elector fell to the ground in pain, but it was not enough to kill a strong man in the sanctuary.

"No!" White Wolf Paladin Tugenheim was sitting the farthest away. He quickly wanted to pounce on him, but it was too late and he didn't have any weapons on him.

Just when Goethe fired the second shot at Boris, the girl Louise von August sitting next to Boris suddenly let out a sharp roar. Her face became extremely pale and her eyes were blood red. , the originally tender little hand stretched out its sharp claws, and with a wave of the claws, the bullet was smashed into pieces!

"What?" Goethe was shocked: "Vampire?"

"Lahmia family, Louise Auguste Lahmia is here." The girl protected Boris behind her, her sharp fangs flashing in the light of the inner hall: "I'm sorry, the blood ancestor has Purpose, the elector cannot die here."

"Come here!" Goethe shouted, and two corrupted Teutonic guards came in. They killed Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim on the spot, and then rushed towards Boris who fell to the ground.

"Tugenheim! Take the Elector and leave from the secret passage in the room immediately!" The girl's sharp voice penetrated the entire inner hall: "He cannot die!"

"I know!" Tugenheim was not carrying any weapons. Although he was shocked as to why the vampire would save his godfather, the White Wolf Paladin immediately made a decision in the chaos. He carried the injured Boris on his back. He quickly left through the secret passage in the inner hall that few people knew about.

On this day, the Elector's Palace burned into the sky.

There was chaos in Middenheim and the whole city was under martial law.

Boris Todbringer was shot with a musket but escaped with his life.

However, the Elector suffered another heavy blow, and his two heirs, Marshal Heinrich and Baron Stefan, died in this terrible disaster.

The depressed Boris completely shut himself down, paralyzing the entire palace institutions of Middenland and Middenheim.

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