The Sun King's Evidence

Hunter Marshal Markus Wolfhart is the only strong man from the Sanctuary that Emperor Karl Franz can mobilize relatively easily, because he is his direct subordinate.

Wolfhart was wearing a blue aristocratic dress. The unique lantern sleeves and tight trousers showed his identity as a Middenlander, and his expression had a strong vulgar accent from the north of the empire and many ancient Thuringian words. His conversation made him out of place at this state banquet. This hunter marshal, who was born as a farmer, seemed to have no intention of integrating into the circle of the nobility. He just immersed himself in eating and drinking, drinking the fine sparkling wine and champagne produced in Curona like water. Drink bottle after bottle.

But even so, Wolfheart still got enough respect. This strong man with the initial strength of the holy realm killed an imperial dragon with three arrows through the heart. With enough strength, the so-called noble etiquette is not that important. , this dark world needs heroes after all.

"Hello, Lord Lane." Wolfhart nodded towards Lane, his thick beard stained with champagne and food residue.

"Wulfhart is one of the people I trust most. I don't think I need to say more about his glorious deeds. You also know it." Karl-Franz was very interested. He said loudly: "After receiving Alari After Gram's letter, I almost wanted to send him on an expedition."

"Alaric?" Ryan was a little strange.

"The Empire's Lustria Expeditionary Force!" Karl-Franz raised his glass: "Alaric brought good news. Our expeditionary force has successfully established a stronghold in Lustria. Now Waiting for our support! His letter stated that although the harvest was good, the exploration was not going well. They lacked enough muskets and siege weapons. The Council of Lords Rick was discussing whether to send a stronger and more elite army to support Where’s the expeditionary force?”

"Oh? Congratulations to you, Karl, Lustria is not an easy place to conquer." Ryan smiled.

"But Alaric's harvest is really amazing. If you have the chance, you should really take a look. They are all gold as big as a fist, piles of silver, various jewelry and ores, and things like obsidian!" The emperor said more He became more and more excited: "Alaric believes that this wealth falling into the hands of the lizard people is simply a waste of resources. Only our empire can bring real civilization and order. Don't worry, Ryan, your brother seems to be called Fu." Gen? We will not hurt him. I have also prepared an earl title for him. As long as he wants, he can come to my palace and become an earl at any time. You won’t blame me for crossing the line, right? "

"Hehehe~ Carl, drink, drink." Ryan just laughed and said nothing: "So are you planning to send your hunter marshal on an expedition?"

"Of course not." The emperor thought that Ryan's reaction was a bit strange, but Karl Franz was in high spirits tonight and drank a lot of wine, so he didn't think too much: "Wulfhart is indispensable for things in the old world. "

"Well, that's really a pity." Ryan spread his hands with regret on his face: "Lustria lost a champion warrior."

"Hahahaha~" Karl Franz did not force Wolfhart to hang out with them. The emperor and Ryan found a corner of the palace garden, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Lian, you know why His Majesty Vicki Ma Didn’t you come?”

"Busy business?" Ryan and Karl sat on the stone bench together. Ryan thought to himself that it was a pity that Archbishop Vicmar did not come. Otherwise, Morgiana could meet with Vicmar once, and maybe there would be other gains. .

"I went to the Cathedral of Justice to find him." The emperor shook his head: "I told His Majesty Vekma that maybe he should follow me to visit Kurona. Vekma gave me some time to convince him."

"You failed?" Ryan was very interested.

"I told the Archbishop that this was an invitation from the Green Knight, and the Lady of the Lake had instructed me that you and I must unite as one." The emperor's expression was very bitter: "As a result, His Majesty Vicmar was furious. He said that I was a The emperor actually chose to believe the words of foreign gods and refused to bask in the glory of Charlemagne, who was absolutely just and absolutely correct?! He told me to get out and get out of the cathedral of the God of Justice with heresy, otherwise he would send someone Kick me out."

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly. He could imagine the emperor's embarrassment at that time. Vicmar was nicknamed the Perseverant. Once he made a decision, he would not waver. Karl Franz must have been influenced by the ascetic monks and fighting priests. Half sent, half driven out.

"Would you encounter such a situation with Her Highness the Lake God Witch?" The emperor was obviously very interested in how to balance royal power and religious power. Whether it was the empire or Britannia, religious power often overrode royal power. There is a true God in this world, and how to get along with religious authority is a profound knowledge.

Karl-Franz has always been curious and envious of how Ryan and His Highness Morgiana have always maintained a close and cooperative relationship. At the previous state banquet, Morgiana was sitting on the left side of Ryan, and the two of them There was a lot of interaction between them. The Lake God Witch, who was always cold in front of others, was as gentle as a clear spring in a mountain stream to Ryan. She often whispered in his ear, and the way she looked at Ryan was also very different.

"No, less." Ryan shook his head: "Whatever happens to Your Highness Morgiana, we discuss it together. She respects my decision more."

"How do you do it? Can you share it?" Karl-Franz asked: "I spend a lot of energy every day."

"Uh..." Ryan thought that my method doesn't seem to work for you. Duke Mousilon pondered for a moment, which made the emperor feel that he was thinking, and then said slowly: "Let's talk openly and honestly. Individually, alone, find a place where no one will disturb you and have a good talk.”

"Can you be more specific?" the emperor asked. In fact, there were many opportunities for him to talk to Archbishop Wickmar alone. Ryan's words were too general and too general.

"In this way, Karl, you can find an opportunity to go to a gym or a fighting field in a palace or a cathedral with His Majesty the Vic Horse, and fight and wrestle with bare hands, and have a serious competition or two." Ryan was very excited. He said solemnly: "Winning or losing, then you arrange a private barbecue banquet, drink wine and eat meat together, create a relaxed atmosphere, seize the opportunity, and talk openly and honestly, it should be effective."

"Is this so?" Emperor Karl-Franz found it strange to hear this, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a try: "Okay, let me go back and make arrangements. Cheers, Ryan, for our respective countries!"

"cheers!"

Except for Karl Franz and Ryan Macado having a great chat, the entire Palace of Curona was indeed very lively. In history, there were few banquets of this level that brought together the nobles of the Empire and Britannia. They gathered together. Although both the Imperials and the Brittanians disliked each other, in a practical sense, the people of the two countries did have the same origin. The origin of the Brittanians They were the Bretons who crossed the Gray Mountains at that time. The only cultural difference between the two sides was that the Bretons were more influenced by elves. Except for the belief in the Lake Fairy and the belief in Charlemagne, the folk beliefs of the two sides were basically the same. , the legal holidays are also very close.

Even so, cultural barriers still make the two countries often hostile to each other, and territorial disputes and conflicts of interest have continued intermittently throughout the millennium of history.

All we can say is that human beings will never be able to understand each other, and seeking common ground while reserving differences is already the limit.

Francois, Bodrick and Marius chatted. The territories of the three of them already include all the best wine estates in the entire old world. It is obvious that the two dukes and electors are very knowledgeable about wine making and management. Have experience and attainments.

White Wolf Elector Boris Todbringer and Duke Bohemond of Bastogne had a good chat. Their personalities are very close. There are tens of thousands of beasts in Middenland and Drakwald Forest. The wars between human tribes never stop, and the Principality of Bastogne also faces the beastman craze from the Arden Forest every year. Both sides have experience in how to fight the beastmen.

In the palace, Ryan's wife Sulia, Imperial Queen Helena and Imperial Baroness Emmanuel shared parenting experience together. Luitpold II brought little Frederic and little Devin Hill was having fun everywhere.

"Sister Sulia, long time no see." Emilia took Sulia's arm enthusiastically: "You are going to be the queen soon. Wow, I am so envious of you!"

"Thank you." If she said she didn't want to be the queen, it was definitely a lie, but Lidya Su always felt that there was something in Emilia's words, and she pulled out her arm unaccustomedly: "I haven't congratulated you yet, Emily. Ya! Didn’t you bring her this time?”

"I brought it, but Rem is still too young." Emilia shook her head repeatedly. The beautiful little face of the Imperial Baroness was rosy. She proudly showed off to Sulia: "Tomorrow, I will do it again. How about bringing Rem to the palace to play with her brother Devon Hill? Sister Sulia?"

"Uh... of course, welcome, Amelia." Sulia felt a little uncomfortable being squeezed by Amelia.

Just this summer, Emilia once again gave birth to a beautiful girl for Ryan and for herself. Just as she and Ryan said, she named the little girl Rem and called her Princess Noor. The princess came with Emilia this time, but did not attend the banquet.

Emilia saw Lidya Su's somewhat unwilling expression, and felt secretly proud. She took Lidya Su's arm again: "Sister Lidya Su, sister Helena, I brought a lot of gifts from Nuer this time. , it’s all for you, come and see it with me!”

Amelia did bring a lot of gifts this time. Lidya Su could feel Amelia’s sincerity and sincerity, and she did not refuse.

"Okay!" Helena agreed immediately after hearing this, and the three most powerful women in the old world walked towards another room in the palace.

On the other side, the High Elf Supreme Mage Teclis was talking to Veronica and Theresa. Teclis's voice contained no emotion or expression. He carefully observed Veronica's face. The ability to cast spells and manipulate magic wind, nodded slightly: "Yes, Ms. Bernadotte, your magic has improved a lot compared to the last time we met."

"Thank you, Lord Tigris." Veronica finally found the opportunity to show off her promotion to the sanctuary and her new abilities. She bowed very respectfully and seriously: "This is all thanks to your guidance. I am very grateful. grateful."

"My guidance just gave you a key and taught you how to open the door to the room. Everything after entering the room is up to you." Teclis held Lilith's staff of the moon and his pair of dead fish Her eyes turned to the cold and charming sorceress who was wearing a formal dress with a look of reluctance and disappointment: "As for Ms. Trovik, don't be disappointed. The promotion method of a warlock is different from that of a wizard. Every warlock's impact The methods of the Sanctuary are relatively unique and difficult to copy. What you have to do now is to accumulate enough magic knowledge and magic power. As for how to condense blood, I will spend some time to help you check the books on the White Tower of Hos. You You can also ask your mother how she did it."

Ice magic does not belong to the Eight Winds of Magic. Although Teclis is the Supreme Mage, his knowledge of ice magic is relatively limited, because elves simply do not like this kind of magic.

"My mother had an adventure at that time. She found an ancient saint's ruins in a wasteland in Kislev, and obtained a huge amount of pure ice energy from the stone pillars of the ancient saint's ruins." Teresa Shaking his head with some disappointment: "This kind of ancient holy relic has been basically excavated in the nearly thousand years since the founding of Kislev. It is really rare to find it."

"Perhaps, you can look for a substitute." Tigris carefully observed Teresa's magic power: "I need some time to look up the information and call Berannar to ask if he has any information in this regard. "

"Thank you very much." Teresa also bowed to express her gratitude. Tigris nodded, turned and left, heading towards the garden.

"Hmph~ My little princess, you too have today. Hurry up and show your respect and loyalty to me, the female elder of Jialan!" Veronica's attitude immediately changed when she saw Tigris leaving. She became completely different from before. She put her hands on her hips and proudly challenged Theresa.

The Witch of Gloria is wearing a Cuckoo Love light purple rippling velvet evening dress today. The neckline of the dress is pushed up high, showing her pride. The slits of the dress are very high, and her pair are slender and straight, wrapped in ultra-thin Her beautiful legs in flesh-colored garter stockings are wearing a pair of open-toed fish-mouth high heels. The nails on her pink silk feet are painted with red nail polish. The rings of her garters are still patterned with butterfly ribbons. Her bright and charming face says no. She was so proud, her sweet almond eyes were full of counterattack happiness.

"Hmph! Veronica, wait!" Theresa's evening dress is shorter than Veronica's, but everything else is roughly the same. The difference with Veronica is that she is wearing a gray jumpsuit. The socks and the neckline were not as low-cut as Veronica's. The sorceress was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet at such a provocation, but she really had no way to fight back at the moment.

"Hey, more than ten years ago, I wanted to trample you all day long." Veronica put aside her provocation as soon as she let it go, and the Witch of Gloria said helplessly: "As a result, we are in the same camp now. , It’s so boring… Trovik, where is your mother?”

"Mother?" Teresa's expression was a little subtle: "Look, it's over there."

Veronica looked in the direction Theresa pointed. At this time, the expression of Witch of Gloria also became a little subtle.

Aurora was also wearing a light blue off-the-shoulder tube top evening dress. Under the skirt were beautiful legs wrapped in black transparent stockings and beautiful feet wearing black pointed high heels. She was sitting on the sofa in the corner, and just Next to her, the Elector of Wolfen from the Empire and the Grand Duke of Osterland, Varmir von Zhukov, was courting Aurora. Elector Varmil's eyes were glowing with green light, and he kept saying: He toasted and looked for topics to talk about, while Aurora also chatted with him out of courtesy.

"Oh, it's that old pervert." Veronica covered her face with her hands. The Elector of Varmir was outstanding in terms of military ability, internal affairs ability, and personal bravery. Otherwise, the emperor would not be the original Elector. After the family died out, he was chosen as the Grand Master of the Knights of the Bull to inherit the title of Elector and Grand Duke.

But Elector Varmir had a problem. He often couldn't control his lower body. In addition to his two legitimate sons Oleg and Vasily, he publicly admitted at least ten illegitimate children, and there were many public ones. There are more mistresses that have not been made public. As Veronica alone knows, Kislev’s female ambassador to the empire is the lover of Elector Varmir. There are at least a dozen female members of the Gloria Council who have expressed their relationship with Varmir. Elector Mir had a relationship.

"Dear Theresa, are you going to have a new father?" Veronica teased.

"...Veronica, let's go over and take a look." Teresa frowned: "Mom, she is in a very high mood today and drank too much. It will be bad if she makes the wrong decision."

"Alright alright."

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