The Sun King's Evidence

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April, Old World, Empire, Noor, Elector's Palace.

Everyone is now gathered in the room where Ryan is staying, watching Amelia putting makeup on Ryan. Little Frederick and little Devon Hill are playing together. Devon Hill is not yet one year old and is already very good at talking. He already knew how to use some psychic powers, such as playing with fire and splashing water. Together with Frederic, he was like two demon kings. They often caused chaos in the Elector's Palace, but both children listened well. Mother's words.

In the middle of the room, Emilia took several special materials, mixed them with potions, and began to smear it on Ryan's face. The Imperial Lady's face was full of memories, and she whispered: "Unknowingly, Twelve years."

"Yes, it has been twelve years." Ryan agreed: "The last time I asked you to put on such makeup for me was when I was in Marienburg. I was going to attend the banquet of the Aesthetic Society..."

"Ryan! Don't move!" Who knew that Emilia wouldn't give him a chance to finish his words. The little maid screamed at him not to move: "Don't talk!"

Ryan immediately raised his hands in surrender and shut his mouth.

"It's so interesting, Emilia's disguise." Sulia was wearing a dark blue fluorescent azure hip-hugging dress made by Mrs. Noor Alisa's tailor shop, and a black ultra-high-definition super dress on her long, slender legs. Wearing thin stockings and black high heels, the Duchess maintained perfect etiquette and held a cup of black tea: "Emilia, where did you learn this?"

"I learned it when I was a child." Emilia seemed unwilling to say more. The little maid's disguise skill was only shown in front of Veronica. In an instant, she seemed to have returned to the Amber Avenue in Marienburg twelve years ago. The time spent in the mansion may not mean much to others, but it is an extremely precious memory for the Imperial Baroness. In fact, soon after she returned to Nuer, she took the initiative to find Grand Duke Fan of Marienburg. De Cooper-Schultz, offered to buy the mansion.

Schultz simply gave it away for free.

Everyone in the room watched as Ryan gradually changed from a typical black-haired, blue-eyed Aachen native of the Empire to a black-haired, black-eyed Southerner.

Among them, Alfred and Ingrid were especially interested in this. Alfred could still hold it back, but the female Norscan was already amazed: "Wow! This is really interesting. I wonder if the Baroness can Make me up to be an imperial noble lady?"

"..." Everyone in the room was speechless after hearing this.

"Okay!" After double-checking, Emilia finally clapped her hands to indicate that she was done. The little maid nodded: "As usual, the disguise can last for a whole day. Remember not to touch fire or corrosive liquids. "

"No problem." Ryan nodded. He looked at the mirror brought by Olica, with a charming smile on his lips.

After twelve years, your VAN is back!

"Good friend, why do you have to go to the masquerade like this?" Alfred frowned. The Knight Templar and the Patriarch of the Diocese of Western Britannia crossed their arms, with tangled expressions on their faces: "I'm not saying this is bad, I mean... Ryan, why can Noor hold such a banquet?"

"Why can't Noor hold such a banquet?" Ryan's face at this time had turned into that of the dark philosophy artist Van Darkholm, and he sneered: "Afu, are you? I feel that the nobles and citizens of Nuer exude a sense of luxury. Everyone likes to enjoy themselves. Instead of investing their wealth in war preparation and training, they spend it on consumption and banquets? This will lead to corruption! "

"Isn't it?" Alfred shrugged. His expression didn't look very good. The Templar Commander had followed Ryan to stay in Nuer for a few months. He originally thought Nuer was a great city, but how could it be so? After months of seeing and seeing, his impression of the city soured.

"Afu... that's other people's money. They can spend it however they want. Do you care?" Ryan laughed at first, then shook his head and said, "There are banquets everywhere, banquets can be held anywhere, people Not only are there survival needs, but there are also spiritual needs and entertainment needs.”

"That can be achieved in other ways. There is no need to spend the whole day with banquets, concerts, book clubs, various celebrations and tours..." Alfred tried to argue: "For example, shooting competitions and glory duels are not necessary. The meaningful part? Like Middenheim? Martial, serious, ready for war anytime and anywhere."

Ryan's face became serious, and he knew what he should say.

“Because of this, Middenheim is the seat of the Scarlet Skull Order, the largest Khorne sect in the empire. Due to the extremely martial and militarized management of the entire city, the Scarlet Skull Order once corrupted the Order of the White Wolf. The Inner Circle—a third of the knights in the Teutonic Guard.”

"Similarly, precisely because Brunswick is the seat of the imperial emperor's court and the seat of the Royal Wizarding Academy, Brunswick has the two largest Tzeentch sects in the empire, the Purple Hand and the Broken Wheel. In political struggles and the exploration of arcane ways, these two sects are particularly active, and the Demon Hunters and the Church of Justice have suppressed them no matter how many times."

"It is precisely because of this atmosphere in Nuer that the Empire's largest Slaanesh sect Revelers Association is hiding in Nuer."

"Finally, the largest Nurgle sect, the Children of Doom are hidden in the dirty corners, sewers and slums of almost all villages and towns throughout the empire, because the people there long for health and a strong body." Ryan looked at Alf Reid narrowed his eyes: "No matter how you choose, Afu, the four gods of chaos will always have one that suits you."

Alfred was speechless.

"Okay, that's almost it. Let's get ready to go, Amelia." Ryan stood up. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon outside, and the banquet started at seven o'clock in the evening.

"You go ahead, Ryan, and let me change clothes." Amelia waved her hand.

"Okay." At this time, Ryan was already the image of Van Darkholm. He nodded, stood up, and set off from the Elector's Palace in advance. Emilia forged a portrait of a great artist for him. identity, but he certainly cannot appear in Noor out of thin air, so Ryan needs to walk around in advance to let people know that this person exists.

When night fell on the streets of Noor, Ryan also arrived at the door of the Golden Smile Concert Hall. He noticed that it was a splendid music hall with many exquisite sculptures dating back one or two hundred years ago. It has a very obvious Baroque style. The walls are mainly made of brown, red and Chu stones with white and white lines, forming a checkered facade. The colors are bright and the overall structure is simple and elegant. Many young Nuer nobles are already wearing these. Dressed in colorful clothes, they lined up at the entrance of the concert hall to enter the concert hall.

The masquerade is about to begin tonight.

Ryan, or rather Van Duckholm at this time, looked around with some self-mockery, and he was wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a black vest made of fine fabrics: "It's late, but... Why am I not surprised?"

"Okay, let me wait." Van Darkholm sighed.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, the dressed-up Imperial Countess Emilia finally appeared. She was wearing a narcissus-colored rosemary embroidered dress, and her blond hair was tied up high. , twisted into a cute princess hair, the perfect combination of pink and white, highlighting the unique charm of a noble princess, with deep and charming eyes, delicate and cute, a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in white lace pantyhose, about five centimeters The high-heeled princess shoes appeared in front of Ryan.

"Hey, hey, you're pretty good at dressing up too~" The Imperial Lady's face had a hint of amusement: "I don't know how you came up with this face, Mr. Van Darkholm? But I I would say that your tuxedo looks...a bit artistic."

"That's for sure, I'm an artist, a performing artist." The man approached quickly with a smile on his face: "I came to Nuer to convey my philosophy and satisfy their fantasies. think."

"Very good, my dark♂ artist." Emilia looked at Ryan's current appearance. The Imperial Baroness took out a light blue mask made of silk with the Nuer emblem from her body, and handed it to Ryan: "But I have to say, your mask is wrong. In Noor, no one will wear such a strange mask like yours. You will be seen through at a glance and kicked out of the concert hall."

Van Darkholm wore a black cow mask on his face. He frowned after hearing this, but he still took the mask from Emilia's hand and put it on: "Okay, Emily Ya, you're a little late, the dance has already started."

"No, now is the time." Emilia shook her head, she also put on a mask, and then walked hand in hand with Ryan towards the Golden Smile Concert Hall: "Follow me, Mr. Van Darkholm, you You still don’t fully understand Nuer’s aristocratic circle, follow me and you won’t make any mistakes.”

"certainly."

"Madam, sir, welcome to the Golden Smile Concert Hall. Today is the day of the masquerade. I want to wish you a good time!" When they arrived at the entrance of the concert hall, a masked waiter immediately greeted them. Came out: "You two are a little late. The dance has already started. What's the matter that's delaying you?"

"Yes, we were entertained and summoned by the savior on the way." Emilia stepped closer, her body exuding the fragrance of cornflowers, and the Imperial Lady told a very classic joke in Nuer: "Can you tell us about any exciting programs tonight?"

"Of course, the most exciting show tonight is Miss Angelina's performance. She will sing the latest song "The Wind Rises" that has spread throughout the empire and is loved by everyone. This song praises our women. The song about the love between Lady Emmanuel and Duke Ryan across the mountain. Oh, I always thought that Lady Emmanuel and Duke Ryan were a match made in heaven. It’s a pity that Mrs. Sulia stole their love from each other. !" The waiter said a little indignantly, but then he realized that he had made a mistake and quickly apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, I said too much. I hope it won't reach the ears of the Baroness. I will be punished. of."

"No~" A blush appeared on Amelia's pretty face, and she raised her chin: "I think maybe she will reward you... What other programs are there?"

"There is also a mysterious guest from the Border Princely Territory who will perform a latest song!" The waiter said eagerly: "Oh, I can't say too much, Miss Angelina's singing has already started, please hurry up Click in and don’t miss this show.”

"Thank you." The two of them hurried in. When they walked into the concert hall, more than half of the concert was already over.

"I once had a hard time extricating myself from the vastness of the world, and I also wanted to fulfill this story~"

"No truth or falsehood left ~ no struggle, love ~ him deeply ~"

"You have entrusted half your life to her and dedicated a country to her~"

"Whatever your heart moves, just let it go with the wind~"

"In the name of love, goodbye, Your Majesty the Baroness~"

The marimba gently played beautiful music, and the brisk melody reverberated throughout the venue and could not stop for a long time.

The audience burst into applause and cheers, cheering for this song. Nuer people appreciate love and music more. This is indeed a top-notch piece, and it also vaguely means to fight against the injustice of Dame Emmanuel.

Lidya Su, Ryan scumbag!

Ryan smiled bitterly after hearing this, while Amelia was a little proud. After the song ended, she took Ryan around in a circle, tried a few games, and then pushed him: "It's your turn to perform. ."

Ryan nodded and walked quickly backstage.

Within a few minutes, the curtain opened in the concert hall, and the deafening music sounded, impacting the entire concert hall and attracting everyone's attention!

On the high steps, three men in tuxedos and two women in gentleman's uniforms faced away from the entire concert hall. A group of backup dancers held large fluffy colored balls in their hands, and the bright light Laying down from the stage, carpets in five colors correspond to a performer laying down from the steps.

Just behind the stage, a line of words rose.

New treasure island!

"Now, let Mr. Van Darkholm and his friends from the Kingdom of Liguria, a border prince in the southern country, bring us his latest song!" The emcee shouted loudly: ""New Treasure" island"!"

Along with the pleasant music, the five people on the stage slowly turned around and started their performance, and the atmosphere in the venue began to reach its peak.

"Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning~"

"Describe it carefully~"

"Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning Ding Ning~"

"Sing this music~"

"That's the new treasure island!"

"Resent~"

The purple lights, magical dance steps, and unique style soon conquered all the guests of the masquerade. Just below the stage, everyone danced the magical cross step, and the men and women imitated it excitedly. Movements, humming a tune, and a wave of enthusiasm spread throughout the masquerade.

Under the purple lights, the ball fell into a real frenzy. The restlessness spread throughout the concert hall. Everyone was intoxicated and the city was conquered.

Plan successful!

…………I am the dividing line that I have been waiting for for a long time……

In this way, just like the Aesthetic Society banquet in Marienburg, Mr. Van Duckholm once again amazed everyone with his skills, and he received the highest courtesy. When Mr. Van Duckholm asked to meet When he met the banquet host, he almost immediately received permission. Under the leadership of a Nuer female noble, Van Darkholm was taken to the backstage of the Golden Smile Concert Hall: "Let me introduce to you, this This is Mr. Van Darkholm! What a great artist, oh my God, I love his performance!"

"Do you like my diamond dance steps?" The artist from the south showed a shy and proud smile.

There were about a dozen or twenty nobles and performers backstage. They looked at the artist in front of them excitedly and applauded actively. Everyone stood up and welcomed the artist with applause and screams. One of them was wearing a mask. The male noble said loudly: "Wow~ Mr. Darkholm, you are really amazing. You have brought new fashion to Nuer... Can you introduce yourself?"

"Very good," Van Darkholm smiled: "I used to attend a lot of parties in Marienburg. As you know, there wasn't much leather there, but I did try to create some. I did it for the people of the Aesthetic Society. I did leather shows, but unfortunately it didn’t last long, you know.”

"Hahaha~" There was some laughter in the background, and someone asked: "So Mr. Duckholm, where do you get your inspiration and artistic cells from?"

"I'm basically self-taught and I'm currently creating new and unique styles and now I'm here in Noor and wow, I'm so, so excited about it, you can't imagine how excited it is, it's like being in a candy store. Like a child." Van Dakholm didn't have any stage fright about this. He talked naturally: "I hope to bring something different to this city, a variety of different styles, as you all know. , I come from the Border Prince Territory of the southern country, I like pastoral, wild and meadow scenery, I also like leather, chains and various patterns, and for example boy♂next♂door~ and now I put it to use!" Fan - Darkholm said with a smile.

"Very well, Mr. Duckholm, our boss wants to see you." A waiter approached from a distance: "Please follow me."

"It's a great honor." Van Darkholm didn't say much, and immediately followed the waiter into the interior of the concert hall office building, went up to the third floor, and entered the office.

There is a man and a woman sitting in the office. The man is handsome but his face is a little pale. The woman is a super beauty with blond hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a floor-length imperial silk mansa bright pink dress and a hair tie. An ancient hairstyle for aristocratic women. She is covered with pearls and emeralds. She is extremely beautiful. She also has an extremely proud body line and a gorgeous face. Seeing Van Darkholm come in, the corners of the woman's mouth curled up. There was a hint of curvature: "Welcome, Mr. Van Darkholm, I heard that you want to see me?"

"??" Ryan felt something in his heart, and he quickly smiled and said: "Of course, this beautiful lady, it is my honor to meet you."

"Oh? Really?" The woman stretched lazily. She took out a woman's head from under the table and threw it directly in front of Ryan: "It's a pity that you are late, dear Ryan Macca Duo, the gentle lady you have been looking for for a long time has already been made by me."

"???!!!" Ryan's expression changed immediately, and almost instantly, Thor's hammer appeared in his hand.

"No, I didn't come to Nuer to fight with you." The woman looked very calm. She stretched out a jade hand covered with various jewelry. The dozen or so jewelry on her hand made noises with the owner's movements. A series of pleasant sounds.

"I'm honored to introduce you. This is my baron, Hal Harris! Maybe you know him?" The woman smiled sweetly: "Abo Wallace also mentioned you to me. He said you were very powerful. "

"It's also an honor to introduce myself."

"I used to have many names, but I have lost them all. I like people to call me by this name."

"Queen of Lahmia, Neferata!"

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