The Sun King's Evidence

Katalin was lying on her back on a soft velvet bed. The spacious room was surrounded by golden curtains, and in front of her was an iron-gray door. Her tall and cool slender figure was clearly revealed.

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

Slender neck, light lips, flawless skin, slender eyes, cold face, and finally, waterfall-like long black hair with an icy blue halo. Under the long skirt is Orica's pale body. The courtyard's specially made ultra-thin Aurora series honey gold high-waisted silky garter stockings are on the calves, and a pair of 8cm suede stiletto high heels are worn to wrap and restrain the stockings.

Katalin stared blankly at the ceiling hung with a giant chandelier. The Tsarina gasped lightly and was speechless for a long time.

She felt like she was still floating in the clouds and couldn't get down. She just felt that her whole body was in an extremely relaxed state. This ecstasy and bone-crushing feeling was so addictive that she couldn't let it go.

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

After maintaining this state for a long time, she said to the ceiling: "Well... Marienburg sent me a message. Archduke Valverde invited me to return as the chief magic advisor of Marienburg. I have been prosperous and wealthy all my life, and I was given a super high salary.”

"Super high salary?" A man's voice sounded from inside the room. He stretched out his hand to play with the lustrous stockings of the Czarina, and gently felt her cold body and body through the thin honey-gold stockings. Delicate skin: "How tall is it?"

"The employment fee for the first five years is 20,000 gold marks, and you can sign a life-long contract. The annual salary is 2,300 gold marks and a large amount of real estate is given directly as a gift, and comes with a title of member of the House of Lords." Katalin's stockinged feet shrank but her ankle was pinched , had no choice but to tell the truth: "These are the exact words of Grand Duke Valverde."

"Then what do you think?" The man gently took off the Tsarina's high heels, and carefully played with and kneaded Katalin's stockings and feet: "I can tell you, I can't give you such a high heel. Annual salary.”

"Don't do this, the pillow will move!" Katalin quickly asked the man to move more slowly. There was a pillow under the Tsarina'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... like this, we're all like this, it's impossible for me to go to Marienburg."

"That's it, then I'm relieved." The man smiled. He didn't take any further action, but crawled forward and turned over to lie next to Katalin: "To be honest, you would take the initiative to invite me, I'm very worried surprise."

This man is naturally Ryan, but when he received Katalin’s invitation to come to his villa for dinner and a good night together the day before yesterday, Ryan was really surprised. He thought that Katalin was still sneaky before. Is it a cover-up? Why are you so proactive now? Has our Tsarina really figured it out?

In fact, Ryan's guess was correct, Katalin did figure it out.

If I had known that it would be so refreshing and comfortable and it would help me restore my country, what reason would there be to refuse?

The three Kislev Guards regiments have been formed, and Ryan has fulfilled the agreed terms. Although Katalin feels humiliated, once she accepts this setting, it really feels like an incomparable sense of place.

After the previous surrender and indignation, Katalin's self-esteem as the queen reared its head again. She thought to herself, as the last bloodline of the Romanov royal family and the queen of Kislev, why should I be so sneaky and shameful? ?

Similarly, Ryan, who received the invitation, was also thinking about a question, that is, as the Knight King of Britannia and the most famous Ryan Macado, why did I act like a thief?

In this way, after many trysts, the two parties finally put aside a series of prejudices, estrangements, transactions and positions, and truly had a pure love exchange. The two parties arranged a garden party and candlelight dinner according to the established romantic rituals. , a private dance concert, and finally a night out together.

The two kings also performed together. Ryan used the traditional French instrument of Britannia, and Katalin used the balalaika, the classic instrument of Kislev. The Knight King of Britannia and the Tsarina of Kislev performed a famous piece together. Orthodox Roman (Arabian) music "ceddin deden".

The whole process was quite romantic.

It's okay for Ryan. After all, this guy is already a bit skilled. The women in his backyard have arranged this, and with Katalin, he has no pressure. It is a deal, and the Czarina has no conditions or ability to go back on it. He felt at ease.

So after getting up in the morning, the two of them came together several times.

Katalin, on the other hand, was so happy that she couldn't even move her fingers. She was paralyzed.

"Because... yesterday was... the right day." Katalin gasped, and the Tsarina couldn't help but blush when she talked about this: "We agreed... you will let me."

Ryan glanced at the pillow underneath and nodded slightly: "Can you guarantee it?"

"No, Ou...I mean, didn't Theresa try many times before she got pregnant?" Katalin said lazily: "The secret medicine may not always be effective, so it's best to try more. , that's right, if you... come more, the chances will naturally be higher."

"Okay, but let me say it first, you must take off the crown when the time comes." Ryan held Katalin's black lace gauze gloves: "Can you agree?"

"As long as Kislev can be restored to his country, I will do anything." Katalin silently shed two lines of tears.

I'm sorry, father, this is the only thing that my daughter can do for Kislev, and... he is indeed very charming, generous, and strong... I can't resist him at all.

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

Since the Czarina broke through the bottom line, she has been broken through the bottom line again and again. Now she actually has no bottom line at all in front of Ryan. It's just that Ryan is relatively disciplined and will not embarrass her too much. That’s all.

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

"If you really don't go, I will be your female courtier and full-time secretary, if you don't mind." Katalin then shook her head: "I have experienced and experienced too much, and I don't want to be homeless anymore."

"Okay, you have a good rest." Ryan lowered his head and kissed Katalin gently on her lips and silk feet. Then he said that he had other things to do. The two ice guards outside immediately came in to help Ryan. After getting dressed, Ryan waved them back, washed himself a little, got dressed, then said hello carelessly, opened the door and went out: "Let's go."

"Let's go." Katalin watched Ryan leave. When she saw the two ice guards coming up, she immediately stopped: "Okay, I'm going to lie down like this. You all can get out!"

"Yes." The ice and snow guards immediately understood. The face of one of the older ones was full of shame and anger. It seemed that he was deeply ashamed that Kislev's country had to rely on this to maintain itself. The other one's eyes were shining, and his face was full of shame. Full of envy.

After coming out of the Czarina's villa, Ryan smelled the scent on his body, and after making sure there was no problem, he planned to leave the Bvlgari Royal Hotel.

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

"You brat, what are you doing here?" Ryan was about to reach out and slap Devin on the butt, but suddenly realized that his son was already around 20 years old and a man.

"It's nothing, Dad, when did Alisala... come to the Palace of Fontainebleau? I don't even know." Devon Hill pursed his lips: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Ryan followed Devon Hill's gaze and saw the former little queen enjoying breakfast under the service of a waitress. She was wearing a strawberry morning milkshake fresh and brilliant lace dress, like a delicate flower. , every move is full of nobility, elegance and dignity. At the same time, the girly feeling in the blooming season is particularly strong, and she can control it.

"What do you want to do?" Ryan looked sideways at his youngest son.

"Nothing, just looking." Devon Hill shrank his head, and the younger son couldn't help but take another look: "You haven't answered my question yet, father, why is there no one here when Alisala comes?" tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?" Ryan reached out and pinched his son's shoulder, smiling softly: "That's your sister-in-law!"

"Tsk, this stinky brother Frey! It's not because Noor is so close!" Devon Hill complained: "Although I feel that there seems to be something missing in Alisala now, she is still so beautiful, Frey Why does Lei Stinky Brother..."

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

Nothing tastes better than dumplings, right?

"Ouch!" Devon Hill looked at it again reluctantly, and defended: "You're not married!"

"Not even if you're not married! Me, your mother, and your mother Lilith don't agree!" Ryan dragged Devon Hill away from the Bulgari Hotel. The King of Knights said angrily: "Don't think about it, she is your little girl." Sister-in-law, you have no chance, and don’t you already have your sisters Nestla and Arohan?”

"That's true." Devonhil felt much better when he thought of 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 Devonhir was. Not only was this little bastard loved by all the Primarchs and the Emperor, but every Primarch would occasionally spare some time for him. I took one or two private remote video online tutoring classes. During the class, Devon Hill dared to ask any questions. He even asked Uncle Jonson what the secrets were inside the Caliban Fortress and the organizational structure of the inner circle. Usually Uncle Jonson was How to manage the Dark Angels and all subgroups through the inner circle.

Jonson actually explained part of it, but asked Devon Hill to take a vow of silence not to tell anyone.

"Uncle Guilliman said that when you meet someone you like or want, you should pursue it boldly. It doesn't matter whether you have pointed ears or not. He supports me!" Devonshire waved his fist: "Also Uncle Sanguinius also supports me."

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

"Uh... I'm still here..." Devon Hill's face turned ugly. Each of the dozen or so original bodies gave him homework!

"Then go quickly! Otherwise your mother will be angry."

"Yes." Devon Hill walked away sadly.

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

As May approaches, several things happen one after another.

The Lake Fairy Lilith and the Pale Queen Orika set out for Ulthuan again to prepare for the second elven civil war. They took Alishara away and asked Lion to wait for their good news.

Kalad and Raun received orders from Lane and led about 30,000 Brittanian troops to station in the capital Curona, paying close attention to the actions of the Chaos army.

The electors of the empire received the summons from the Imperial Parliament, and four electors (Marius, Emmanuel, Hout-Andersen, and Geisel) set out for Braunschweig.

At this time, Marienburg had already sent an envoy carrying a hundred carts of generous gifts to the Green Wolf, the flagship of the Chaos Fleet. The Marienburg band played the famous song "Auld Lang Syne" and then headed towards The three Grote brothers presented generous gifts.

The envoy was polite and courteous. He first "apologized" and said that it was the imperial people who "started the war without authorization" and caused "the friends to be shocked." Marienburg is an autonomous city and it is none of our business, but we still have to express our sincerity. of apology.

Then there was the "apology". The messenger presented hundreds of senior talents from the Marienburg Talent Market to express respect to the distinguished northern Khan, thousands of various livestock, to compensate the Norska brothers for their hard work along the way, and a hundred gold foil foods. The car ensures that the Norscans can meet their emergencies on their way back home.

Then there is the "repair of the covenant", that is, "the soldiers and armor are in the treasury, and the alliance will be established forever."

The three Grote brothers laughed. The eldest brother Otto deliberately walked up to the gift, took out a sickle and scratched it. The bag was instantly cut open, and the fine refined wheat flour inside was sprinkled into the cabin, which was sticky and full of rotten organisms. On the ground: "It's really good stuff. I think you imperial people have never been willing to give such good wheat flour to farmers. Why is it sent to us now?"

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

"Ha!" The next second, the sickle instantly penetrated the Marienburg envoy's back and passed out of the chest: "Sorry, we don't accept it."

"You!" Before the Marienburg envoy could open his mouth to curse, the third brother Gu Ruite swallowed him whole in one gulp. The surrounding Marienburg attendants were shocked and took out their weapons, but what happened to these ordinary mercenaries? Possibly a rival group of Nurgle's chosen warriors?

Within a few minutes, the Marienburg envoy was killed, and the three Grote brothers accepted all the gifts they sent.

"Send an envoy to tell the Nan that we have accepted the gift, and drag the Nan's ship slowly behind us to make the humble and cowardly Nan think that we are already considering peace talks." The second brother Ezerak said with a cruel smile: "We're close, it's not too late to take action!"

"That's right, it's not too late to take action when you get close." The eldest brother Otto said with a wild smile.

"Marienburg is about to be destroyed, and this is just the beginning. We will dedicate Brunswick to our loving father! For Nurgle!"

"For Nurgle!"

"Me too." The third brother Gu Ruite shouted. In its huge belly, a group of dying Marienburg mercenaries were desperately asking for help. Their bodies were rapidly mutating and twisting.

Becoming a Chaos Spawn will be the only destiny 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 results of the peace talks.

In this way, they waited until the banner and mast bearing the holy symbol of Nurgle rose from the horizon, and then thousands of Norscan dragon ships followed.

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