The Sun King's Evidence

January is here, and with it comes two pieces of news.

First of all, the Imperial Royal Grand Wizard Competition was held as scheduled.

Second, Odo, the supreme dean of the Academy of Light, has withdrawn from the list of candidates competing for the royal chief wizard. From this point of view, the next royal chief wizard will only be chosen by the great alchemist Galt and the supreme dean of the Flame Academy. Selected from the royal chief wizard Sernus Gehrman.

No one knows what happened. Everyone only knows that Geert led an army back to Brunswick, and Odo seems to have disappeared. The only thing everyone knows is that after that, the Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light and the Supreme Mage of Light The city will be held concurrently by Kant alone, while Odo, the original supreme dean of light, has never been heard from again.

The entire Imperial Court, the Royal College of Wizards and the Church of Justice were secretive about Odo's whereabouts. No one knew where Odo had gone. On the contrary, the Emperor punished Gelt for his actions in preventing the Chaos army from releasing the ancient dragon demon Korek. Highly praised, he praised Gelt for winning another great victory for the empire under such difficult circumstances.

At the same time, the emperor also publicly praised Sernus-Gehrman for his great contribution to the empire's expansion of territory on Obion Island, saying that the empire needs role models like Hermán who dare to explore and try.

Emperor Karl-Franz's statement made people a little confused. Whether they were supporters of Gelt or Hermann, they couldn't figure out who the emperor favored, so they could only go back and continue to win over their supporters. Let’s look at the situation at the same time.

The competition for the Royal Chief Grand Wizard will be held in a week.

To this end, the emperor held a grand banquet in the Imperial Palace and invited the empire's electors to attend the ceremony. Boris Todbringer, Elector of the White Wolf and Grand Duke of Midden, and Elector of Tuscany Umberto Corleone, Imperial Prince and Grand Duke of Iverland, Elector of Brescia and Duchess of Nour, Emmanolie, Duchess of Wesson, and Varmir, Elector of Wolfen and Grand Duke of Osterland - Von Zhukov and others were invited to attend, as well as many of the empire's nobles and generals. Everyone entered the palace, among which Ryan attended as a special guest and Duke Mousilon.

It is worth mentioning that Sulia rarely declined to attend the banquet because she had something to do. The Duchess's action was considered to be a concession and compromise to the Imperial Baroness Emmanuel, who also gave birth to a son for Ryan. Therefore, Ai Milia was able to proudly attend the banquet holding Ryan's arm and introduce this man to everyone as my son's father.

Ryan could clearly feel that after Emilia said this, there were many envious, jealous eyes and dissatisfied grunts in the entire banquet, but no one dared to raise an objection.

For one thing, the child's identity was not only recognized by Ryan, but also by the emperor. More importantly, the goddess of war Myrmidia also blessed him. If he stood up at this time, he would have to face three people. This power also includes a god who has great influence in the south of the empire and the southern countries. The cunning electors will not do this.

Moreover, Ryan's strength is too strong. There is no need to prove his strength. The electors will not deliberately target and be hostile to Ryan when they are not sure. The Duke of Mousilon is already full-fledged, and the kingdom on the other side of the mountain is already under his control. Under his control, his status is now equal to that of the electors. No one treats Ryan as someone outside the circle anymore. He has been recognized.

Today, the Imperial Dame is wearing a Champs Afternoon Tea high-collar robe-style belted windbreaker, and underneath is a wood elf dark black fantasy staggered knee-length skirt. Under the skirt is a piece of flesh-colored ultra-thin unicorn velvet pantyhose. Her beautiful calves, the soft, silky, and delicate unicorn velvet material tightly wraps Emilia's slender legs and feet, bringing a delicate and shiny visual effect.

In order to be able to hold Ryan's arm, Amelia also chose a pair of slender suede pumps. Ryan knew that his little maid didn't like to wear such high heels because it was tiring to walk and hurt her feet. Unlike Lidya Su, who is in particularly good physical condition, she dressed like this just to show her majesty and status. She very understandingly asked her to sit down and rest after turning around for a while: "Amelia, you are here first. Rest here and I’ll go talk to Boris.”

"Well, don't wait too long." Emilia kissed Ryan on the face and signaled that Ryan could leave. She sat in a corner of the banquet hall, holding a glass of wine and tasting it slowly.

"Hey, Boris, why do you have such a Sima face again? Oh my God, even if you have a Sima face in a fight, you still have a Sima face in the banquet!" Ryan soon chatted with the Elector Boris, the White Wolf Elector Seeing that it was Ryan, he also smiled: "It's Ryan, how many mixed elf war horses did you bring to the empire this time? I'll cover them all!"

"Not one!" Ryan's facial expression suddenly became stiff.

"Then have you considered bringing you and your Lady Surya's mount to Middenheim for a stroll? There are many beautiful mares in my stable..." Boris still misses the mixed elf war horse.

"I'm thinking about where I've heard this sentence before." Ryan's head was full of black threads. Before he could finish his words, Warmil von - the Elector of Wolfen and the Grand Duke of Osterland - Zhukov appeared. This elector with a somewhat rich face had three long beards. He held wine in his hand and said with a smile: "I seem to have heard the mixed-blood elf war horse? Mr. Ryan, you can't forget your Old friend Vamir, Boris has such a soul, and I want it too."

"When did we become old friends? Lord Varmir?" Ryan said with a dark face.

"Oh? Aren't we already old friends?" Elector Wamir was very good at getting close, and he immediately continued: "Don't you remember?"

"Don't remember?" Ryan was still confused.

"My son, Boris von Zhukov!" Elector Varmir slapped Ryan on the shoulder with a "heartbroken" look on his face, relying on his old age: "You also fought side by side when we recaptured Musilon. ! Dare you say that we are not old friends?"

Ryan had nothing to say at this time. In this world, fighting side by side is indeed an important part of a strong friendship. Boris von Zhukov did fight bravely in the recapture of Mousilon. He could only nod: "Okay, let's Let’s drink to the recapture of Mousilon!”

"Cheers!" Ryan, Elector Boris and Elector Varmir toasted together.

"Yes, Boris is my son, and I am your father~" Elector Wamir took a sip of wine: "Sons should be more respectful to their father and crawl for him!"

"!!! Varmir, you stupid bull of Oster! If you want to fight, just say so!" Elector Boris immediately became angry, and he roared at Elector Varmil: "With Yuri In the name of Ke, we can have an exciting duel right at the gate of the palace, what do you think of my proposal?"

"I've eaten too much today and don't want to fight." Elector Wamir took another sip of wine: "I'm talking about my son Boris. What does this have to do with you? Or do you want to be my son? My son is not that ugly, and he only has one eye left, so you’d better crawl aside for me!”

"You bastard!" Elector Boris tightened his grip on the Holy Sword of the Elector at his waist: "The stinking stone in the cesspit of the ignorant and stubborn Oster!"

Seeing that the two electors were about to fight, Ryan quickly came out to mediate. He stopped between the two people and quickly changed the topic: "By the way, where is Oleg? I didn't see him."

Lane was talking about Oleg von Zhukov, the eldest son of Elector Varmir.

"He followed his mentor to the troll country north of Kislev to undergo some kind of ritual called the 'Moka Trial.'" Vamir was also troubled by this: "I don't know when he can come back. , I don’t agree, but Oleg insists, and his mentor also thinks it is necessary, I can only reserve my opinion.”

Moka Trial? Ryan's eyes rolled around and he raised his glass again: "He will come back successfully. Oleg is one of the best warriors and a strong-willed man in the world. He will not let us down."

"I hope so, cheers!"

"cheers!"

On the other side, the banquet corner.

Emilia's hair is covered with pearls, and she is wearing a full set of enamel jewelry donated by Sulia and blessed by the emperor himself. The Imperial Baroness sits aside and is a beautiful sight. Unfortunately, she is very aloof. Be inaccessible.

But there are still people who come up to strike up a conversation.

"Hello, your beloved Baroness." Ryan's godfather, Duke Ivan of the Griffin, appeared. This centenary-year-old veteran had long hair shawl and was a bit slovenly. He was wearing a full set of God's Seal plate armor and a snow-white coat behind him. 's cloak: "It's an honor to see you here."

"Maybe." Emilia sat on the soft sofa chair, not giving any face to the grand leader of the Griffin Knights and the Duke of Griffin: "Don't you stay in your Griffin Cliff and Hammerfell? This isn’t like you.”

"Don't have such a bad attitude, my Lady, I always thought we were friends." Ivan knew what Amelia was referring to, and he smiled: "Occasionally, we have to participate in some activities, such as banquets or other What."

"For Ryan's sake, barely." Emilia had no intention of standing up. The Imperial Baroness maintained her ladylike sitting posture, with one of her silky legs raised under her skirt, and asked calmly and impatiently. Said: "What do you want from me?"

"Oh! Emmanuel, you are here, where is Ryan?" The emperor also appeared. Karl-Franz approached from a distance with a drink in his hand: "Why did he abandon you?"

"You don't need to worry about it, Karl. Just tell me what you have to say. If you have nothing to do, don't waste your time with me." Emilia still squinted. She was Ryan's godfather and Frederick's godfather. Karl-Franz wanted to what?

"I have an idea……"

…………I am a dividing line wasting time…………

While the palace banquet was going on, it was located at the other end of the wealthy area of ​​the imperial capital, in a small noble manor with a courtyard.

In the middle of winter in January, there was no snow in the sky for the time being, but the courtyard was still covered in heavy snow. There were almost no lights in the manor, and it was quiet inside.

And just in the basement of the manor, two women were standing in the ice cellar, looking at a corpse.

"Is this the reason why you called me out? Olika?" Sulia was fully armed. The female knight was wearing a full set of fine vibranium plate armor, with the Sword of Lyonnais hanging on her waist, and a white wolf behind her. Wearing a god's cloak and god-given jewelry, Sulia was no longer the graceful aristocratic lady and gentle mother, but a heroic female knight.

"This is my discovery, madam." The dark elf was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket, a cloak, a hood and a mask. Olica pointed at the body in the ice cellar: "He is Brunswick. The waiter at the Royal Hotel has been dead for two weeks."

"What did you find? Orika, tell me, tell me everything!" Sulia's beautiful golden eyebrows knitted together.

"I find……"

updated! Second update today!