The Sun King's Evidence

On the way out of the Nuer Arsenal and back to the Elector's Palace, Ryan, Alfred, and Ingrid were riding outside. Sulia and Amelia were hiding in the carriage. The female knight was originally She prefers riding horses, but Amelia seems to be obsessed with Sulia, and Sulia has no choice but to stay in the carriage with her.

Ingrid still kept laughing nonchalantly. The female Norscan seemed to think that the mechanical horse exploding on the spot was enough for her to laugh for a whole day, so she kept laughing non-stop during the whole journey. What a pity for her. The horse that sat down was just an ordinary war horse. It was out of breath under the weight of the female Norscan's burly figure. In addition, Ingrid kept laughing. Within a few minutes, the war horse bent down. He bent his waist to show that he couldn't do it anymore.

The female Norscan didn't take it seriously. She got off her horse, lifted the horse up on her shoulders, and then trotted all the way to keep up with Ryan and others.

This funny scene made the Nuer residents, Ryan and Emilia's guards who were watching all frown, wondering why this female Norscan was so embarrassed? This is Noor!

Ryan didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled at Alfred and said, "Afu, do you know the three literary heroes of Tyrell?"

"Three heroes of literature and art?" Alfred was a little confused. The Templar Commander was already considered educated, but he was not particularly knowledgeable. After thinking for a long time, Alfred spread his hands: "Leonardo is considered a ?”

"Yes, Leonardo counts as one." Ryan nodded with a smile: "What about the other two?"

"I don't know, just tell me, good friend." Alfred was very single.

"The three literary heroes of Tyrell are Leonardo da Miragliano, Michelangelo Grotier and Raphael Limas." Ryan nodded, his face filled with emotion. With a smile: "Except for Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael didn't end well."

"Anyone who is addicted to art is not a good person." Alfred was not surprised at all.

"Among these three people, Raphael had the shortest life. He was a talented painting master and left countless precious paintings. However, due to excessive indulgence, he began to suffer from recurring nightmares when he was only thirty-seven years old. and contracted a cold, and after several days of high fever, Raphael was the first to die.”

"Then there is Michelangelo Grotier. This sculptor has been smooth sailing from his early years to his middle age. He is a distinguished guest in the major city-states of Tilea and has created a large number of sculptures. He alone represents sculpture. The highest peak of art has influenced the old world for four hundred years." Ryan nodded, and then smiled: "But something unknown also happened in his later years. At that time, the Temple of Mirmedia, the goddess of war, invited Michelangelo to A reward of three thousand gold crowns was offered to paint the dome of the temple, and Michelangelo readily agreed. He was asked to paint a painting depicting the goddess of war leading the knights in a heroic battle."

"As a result, when the work was accepted, the people of the Goddess of War sect were confused because Michelangelo secretly painted two thousand naked girls on the dome." Ryan smiled playfully: "It turned out that Michelangelo Not only did he fail to receive his wages, he was also exiled to the pirate principality of Sartusa. However, it is said that he later made a living by painting and sculpting for pirates in the pirate principality. It is said that he lived a good life and lived to be a hundred years old before he died. ."

"This is too Slaanesh." Alfred showed an indignant expression as expected: "It is only in the southern countries that there is such a relaxed atmosphere. If it were in the Empire or Britannia, I can guarantee that he would not have time to draw After that, he will be burned at the stake."

"That is, in Tilea, this master sculptor dared to do this." Ryan held the reins: "Don't underestimate him, he is very smart. For him, the supreme palace of art is his pursuit, and Not wealth."

"Hmph, it's pretty much the same anyway." Alfred was still worried about this kind of thing.

"Ryan, where did you hear this story?" Emilia revealed a small face from the window of the carriage. The Imperial Lady said with some displeasure and embarrassment: "Why do you always think so about this kind of aspect?" Do you remember the interesting stories very clearly?"

"People are much more receptive and sensitive to negative information than positive information." Ryan looked at the sky: "There is no way around this."

"Really? But I always feel that you don't remember this for this reason." Emilia said maliciously: "Am I right? The child's father?"

"Uh..." Ryan suddenly felt embarrassed. He coughed twice: "Amelia, you were not like this before."

"Hahaha~" Sulia couldn't help but pursed her lips and snickered. The female knight hugged Amelia's waist from behind. Sulia said with a smile: "Actually, I envy Ms. Veronica and Te Ms. Lesa, they have had adventures with Ryan. These will be precious memories. Amelia, you are okay. I have never really taken risks with Ryan. Even if I want to, it is difficult to have the opportunity now. ”

"That's right!" Alfred also became interested: "Speaking of it, my favorite days are also the days of adventure, not now. I'm not saying that now is not good, I just think that experience was more interesting."

"Adventure is a means, not an end." After hearing this, Ryan smiled faintly: "To put it more clearly, if you don't really want to be a mercenary or an adventurer all your life, after taking risks for a long time, either Even if you die or become disabled, you will have your own noble title and territory sooner or later."

Everyone nodded, this sentence makes sense, because even an ordinary mercenary, if he can survive endless wars and adventures, he will still be able to survive after five, ten, twenty years, such a long war. Being able to survive proves the strength of the mercenaries. Some nobles will not be stingy with giving a knight or knight a title. Once you have a title, it is impossible to go out and take risks.

That's the case with Ryan. It's not impossible for him to go out and take risks now, but at what cost can he invite the Duke? The divinely chosen champion of the Fairy in the Lake and the strong man in the sanctuary?

Now Ryan doesn't even need him to fight in person in many situations.

"So, I used to be an adventurer until I took an arrow in the knee." Ryan laughed.

This sentence is widely circulated among mercenaries in the old world, but in fact the original intention of this sentence is not to say that all the mercenaries who retired are disabled or that the mercenaries' knees are particularly fragile. In fact, "the knees are hit." "Arrow" means kneeling down on one knee to propose marriage, which means that the mercenary has married and can no longer go out and take risks.

Like Ryan himself.

"Not just one arrow, you were hit by many arrows!" Emilia muttered angrily: "Ryan, you are such a loser. How come your knees were not shot through? Why can you still ride a horse?"

"Hahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly and didn't mind.

Duke Mousilon is one of the twelve Holy Grail Knights of the first generation and the orthodox heir of "Victor" Landuin. If he doesn't even have this tolerance and self-cultivation, how did Ryan end up being favored by Landuin?

It can only be said that it will take some time for the Imperial Lady to vent her grievances.

…………I am the dividing line between the eight virtues of knighthood…………

At the same time, in the Elector's Palace in Noor, Ryan was temporarily staying.

Sylvia, the head maid, had a blushing face. She looked very serious and loudly ordered her servants to clean the room. She was quite aggressive, but judging from her expression, she was actually very excited.

Her father is coming back.

"Hurry up, hurry up, President Oliver has entered the city." Sylvia ordered loudly. She walked back and forth in the room until she heard a cold voice with a hint of amusement.

"You are very happy, Master's head maid." The dark elf Olika was wearing a black and white maid outfit, white pantyhose with black pointed-toe high heels, and a black windbreaker. She stood there On the side, Sylvia's orders turned a deaf ear.

The head maid has nothing to do with Olika. As the head maid, she can take charge of all the servants in the castle, but she cannot control Olika. As Ryan's personal maid, Olika has always been responsible only to Ryan: "If you don't want to do anything, go back to your room and don't stand here in our way!"

"Oh, is our head maid so majestic now?" There was a smile on Olica's charming face. She raised the corners of her mouth and stared at Sylvia with her amber eyes: "Have you forgotten something?"

"You!" Sylvia suddenly remembered something, and the head maid was embarrassed and annoyed: "What on earth are you going to do?!"

"What I want to tell you is, don't use your superficial understanding to understand what I am doing." Olica shook her head. She looked at Sylvia with an idiotic expression on her face: "You have no idea about magic. Nothing!"

"If that's Ryan's order, then you do it. If that's your obligation, you fulfill it." Sylvia's temper also rose: "But please don't hinder me now."

"Oh, oh, oh, you're excited that your father is finally back, aren't you?" Orica pulled her black hair back: "Do you want me to put some fireworks for you to celebrate?"

Sylvia finally gave up her entanglement with Olica. The head maid quickly ordered the servants brought by Sulia to clean the entire suite. Within a few minutes, Oliver, the president of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, disappeared with two wood elves. Before the guest and a middle-aged man arrived at the Elector's Palace, Oliver and others were immediately released after a brief inspection because they had greeted them in advance.

This middle-aged man has long golden-brown hair and a simple goatee. He has a relatively unique academic atmosphere. He is wearing a simple white shirt, a red vest and a brown windbreaker. The original brown trousers are all trousers. He was a little white after being washed. Facing the luxurious Elector's Palace in front of him, he seemed a little uncomfortable and a little sad: "After more than ten years, I finally returned to the south relying on Sylvie, but I Where is the position?"

"Mr. Vincent, I want to say that you are much better than I thought." Oliver's figure is still a little fat, but it is much better than when he was at his fattest. The clothes of this big businessman are similar to Vincent's. Just as low-key, but judging from his appearance, Oliver has been living a good life in the past few years, his face is rosy and shiny: "I thought you would be more..."

The middle-aged man next to Dahaoshang is about 1.75 meters tall. He is thin but not very thin. He has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes but does not look old. He is in good spirits and looks about forty years old.

"More depressed? Thinner?" The middle-aged man was naturally Sylvia's biological father Vincent Van Housen. He said with a wry smile: "This is all thanks to His Excellency, the Elector of Wamir."

"Thank you?" Oliver was a little surprised. Why would an ordinary diplomat in Brittany thank the local elector?

"The cultural level in Osterland is not high." Vincent said with a wry smile: "After I was sent to Osterland, I was very depressed at first... I will talk about it later."

"Okay!" Oliver nodded, knowing that Vincent wanted to talk to Ryan face to face.

When a few people walked into Ryan's place, there was a scream with a heavy whimpering sound. Vincent was stunned by the voice, and then he was knocked back several steps: "Father! You Finally back! Woohoo~ Father!”

"Sylvie?" Looking at the maid who bumped into him, Vincent could barely identify his daughter's appearance. It took him several seconds to confirm that the beautiful maid in front of him was really his daughter.

With trembling hands, Vincent also held Sylvia in his arms and patted her back gently: "It's okay, Sylvia, it's okay."

At this time, Vincent, who had experienced the wind and snow in Osterland for more than ten years, looked at Sylvia. This man who had suffered a lot but never complained could not help but burst into tears. He hugged her tightly. His own daughter "I'm back, Sylvie, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, welcome back! Father!"

About twenty minutes later, Ryan returned to the Elector's Palace with a few people. Emilia had a lot of things to deal with and did not stay any longer. Alfred took away the very interested Ingrid and said that this was Ryan's internal affairs, so when Ryan returned to the large suite, only Ryan and Sulia were left.

Seeing Ryan come in, the father and daughter who were having a heart-to-heart talk on the sofa and Oliver immediately stood up: "My Duke!"

Vincent took the initiative to come out. He bent down and bowed to Ryan, with sincerity and excitement on his face, and even a little trembling in his voice: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ryan, Mrs. Sulia, thank you very much for letting me A chance to be reunited with my family again.”

"It's okay, it's easy." Ryan took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Vincent. Duke Mousilon said warmly: "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvie's father, and I am Sulia's husband. Now that I know this After the incident, I made up my mind to help Sylvie. I didn’t have the strength before, but now it’s great to see your father and daughter reunited!”

"Lian..." Sylvia burst into tears, and the head maid was obviously moved: "Thank you."

Maybe this is a small thing for Ryan now, but for ordinary people, no one will take the risk of offending Francois to try to get Vincent back, only Ryan, and only Ryan, Only after he and Francois defeated Heinrich Kemmler did he dare to speak.

The two parties exchanged pleasantries, then sat down to enjoy the fireplace and afternoon tea. Olica brought out black tea and exquisite pastries for everyone to taste. Ryan took his wife Sulia's hand and smiled: "Mr. Vincent, I I thought you would be more..."

"More depressed? Thinner?" Vincent smiled bitterly upon hearing this: "Ah, this...there is a reason for this, my Duke."

"Please allow me to speak slowly."

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