The Sun King's Evidence

When Ryan returned to the streets of Haimen Pass, three hours had passed. He had eaten this meal for a long time, but no matter how long he ate, it could not affect Haimen Pass as hot and prosperous as ever. The streets were full of human beings and The dwarves, especially the expeditionary army, seemed to have been stationed by François. At this time, many people in the expeditionary army could no longer hold back and began to spend money.

After many months, the expeditionary army once again returned to the civilized world. People sang and danced to celebrate this huge victory. Even the dwarves and human merchants at Haimen Pass were very excited, because this war of the expeditionary army was also the same. It will be helpful to Haimen Pass. Let alone the next ten years or so, the victory of Bafeng Mountain ensures that Haimen Pass will not face another big waaagh in the next thirty or forty years.

I don’t know whether it was because of the arrival of the High King or because Haimen Pass was happy about this victory. Today, King Baiernov canceled the curfew. Grocery stores, food stores, and blacksmith shops all opened their doors, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force They wandered around together. At this moment, the soldiers of the expeditionary force had money.

Yes, although the military pay and bounty after the expedition have not yet been distributed, it is part of the treasure house of Eight Peaks Mountain. In fact, in Skarsnik's treasure pile and the collection of headhunter Quirk, the army also found a large number of treasures. A small amount of wealth, including a lot of Cathay, Ni Peng and High Essence things, was worth hundreds of thousands of gold crowns after a brief inventory, so Ryan generously gave away all this wealth without leaving any trace.

The king's generosity won the love of everyone, and no one disliked a generous leader.

"Meet the King!"

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"Meet the King of Knights!"

Ryan's appearance aroused cheers from many soldiers and knights. Everyone respectfully gave way to him and bowed to him.

The streets of Haimenguan were not wide, and had a neatness unique to dwarves. Ryan frowned when he saw this. The king was mentally tired, so he could only wave his hand to indicate that he heard, and then quickly turned into a corner.

Now it's not the same adventure as before. Now Ryan is the king. Many times he can't even find peace. Every move he makes will become the focus, although he is not considered a "easy man" by the imperial court like Emperor Karl Franz. "Broken goods", but it is already a luxury to want to go out on the streets alone. There are too many domestic and military affairs entangled with the king, and he rarely has time to be alone.

No wonder, Ryan thought. After many knight kings in the history of Britannia came to the throne, their personal martial arts levels not only did not increase, but declined slightly. Obviously this is the reason. Whether it is knight virtue or military training, the essence of knight aristocrats is cultivated. They are military aristocrats rather than administrative aristocrats, which means that not many of the Knight Kings are good at government affairs, but they have to shoulder the burden because of their responsibilities.

In this dark era, everyone is moving forward with a heavy burden.

"Baklava! Baklava! Fragrant baklava, freshly baked, very delicious!" Ryan noticed that several Arabis were selling a kind of dessert with the dwarves. There were not many people in the shop in the corner. When Ryan saw this, he walked over.

Baklava is a very special snack. This snack comes from Arabi. It is flavored with syrup or honey. It has chopped nuts in the middle and multiple layers of pastry puffed with oil. It comes in square, rhombus and triangle shapes. , the taste is crispy, sweet and fragrant.

"Sweeter than first love!" This is the promotion of this dessert. Ryan took out two silver coins and bought a cup of very bitter Arabi black tea. He sat alone in the corner of the busy city and watched the bustling people. Just sitting in the corner, eating silently.

Thinking of what happened before, Ryan felt a little annoyed. The Supreme King's wisdom and diplomacy were obviously a level higher than his. In the beginning, his rhythm was completely led away by the Supreme King, and Thorgreen also had this capital. The Supreme King is a thousand years old. If he shows off his qualifications, he can show off his qualifications to the era of the Three Emperors! God knows how much this High King has been through? He has seen a lot of things with his own eyes, heard it with his own ears, and experienced it himself. Does Ryan dare to use hearsay and historical documents to argue with him?

That's courting death! This is not a battle of wills, this is a conversation between kings. Any flaw will be caught by the other party, and the other party is the most calculating and arrogant dwarf! If you are not careful, you will be slapped with the label "You have made history again". This will be included in the book of hatred!

Ryan was not joking. Among other things, Imperial Brunswick University and Nuer University often caused academic disputes because they did not believe in their own history. The final outcome was to go to the dwarf to check the truth.

Damn it, when will I be able to achieve the diplomatic level of Brother Guilliman or Brother Fulgrim? Ryan was very annoyed as he ate the overly sweet dessert and complained to himself.

"Hey! Ah Fu! Ah Fu, come with me quickly!" At this moment, a voice that sounded familiar to Ryan came from not far away. A tall man with two axes hanging on his waist, wearing a A female barbarian wearing leather armor and a leather jacket, with bearskin boots on her legs and her hair spread loose, was shopping with a Templar. She shouted excitedly: "I want to eat this, have a portion..." No, let’s have two, and a bigger one!”

Upon seeing this, the stall owner gave her two hot dogs stuffed with ham, bacon, fresh vegetables and salad dressing. As a result, the female barbarian picked up the things and left. The boss almost jumped up in shock: "Hey! Miss, are you still here?" No money was given!”

"Afu!" The female barbarian shouted impatiently, and the Templar quickly came up to pay for it: "I'll pay, I'll pay. How much is it?"

After paying the money, before Alfred could buy himself something to eat, Ingrid stuffed one of the hot dogs into Ah Fu's mouth: "This is yours, let's go over there, Ah Fu." Look again."

"Uh~uhhh!" Alfred was taken away by Ingrid before he could speak.

You also call him Afu?

Ryan looked at this scene and felt a little unhappy for some reason.

But the King of Knights then smiled helplessly.

Yes, I have also started a family, and Afu should also start a family. Although this female barbarian is a bit stronger and a bit more savage, it just so happens that there is no political color behind her and she does not belong to any faction, which helps to maintain Ah Fu’s…

Damn it, after being a king for so long, I have become like this!

I am already a dirty adult, and I can’t go back to my original pure self.

Ryan laughed to himself a few times and scratched his head. He finished the remaining baklava in several bites, and the sweet feeling stimulated his taste nerves.

That's it, let's go home by boat!

…………I am the dividing line that you deserve to call him Ah Fu……

At the same time, traveling through the eternal giant warp storm, the Prime Material Universe, the core of the Imperium of Man, Holy Terra, the Royal Palace, and the Council of the High Lords.

This is already the 42nd millennium. Even though the Emperor has announced his return, the Imperium of Man still has to face endless enemies. His Excellency, the Supreme Regent Guilliman is already trying his best to deal with the tide of Chaos through the Indomitus Crusade, but even in At such a critical juncture, a certain sacred ceremony still occupied a lot of time of the Supreme Lords Council.

On the sacred Terra shining with brilliant golden light, a small boat descended from the orbit. The messenger was a little uneasy. He had to come to the Supreme Lord Council for a ceremonial regular meeting. Like many rituals, Why this meeting was held, what the reason was, and what its significance was, have long since disappeared in the tens of thousands of years of history and mist of the Human Empire. But a ritual is a ritual. Since this ritual existed from the moment the Emperor appeared, then There is no doubt about it.

Ritual is ritual.

But today, this ceremony is very different from the past, which makes the envoy feel extremely nervous, because the Supreme Lords Council met to discuss and decide that since the emperor has returned, they no longer have the power to solve this matter, and the envoy must Meet the Emperor himself.

Fortunately, everything had been arranged well. When the envoy strode into the throne room under the leadership of the Emperor's Imperial Guard, he saw the Emperor himself as he wished - the face that brought together countless miracles and light and the coldness that looked at everything. The messenger's eyes were almost filled with humility and admiration. The messenger took a few deep breaths, and then began to recite the words that had been engraved into his DNA.

"The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is once again asking the Emperor for permission to delay Brexit. We need more time to negotiate and vote."

The messenger's voice echoed in the empty throne room. It was quickly covered up by the rotation and noise of the instruments and the sound of ozone evaporation produced by the operation of the Golden Throne. The messenger bent down and bowed, waiting for the emperor's reply.

The Emperor did not answer, and two minutes passed like this. The envoy could already feel the angry gaze of the Emperor's Imperial Guard standing next to him. Every second of the Lord of Mankind was so precious, and he actually let the Emperor waste two minutes. ?

The Messenger wondered if the Emperor had heard him. He considered whether he should repeat himself, and then he raised his head.

There was no expression on the emperor's face, but judging from his expression, it was obvious that he was reminiscing about something or looking for something. The messenger was about to open his mouth to repeat the words, but the emperor raised his hand to signal that he would not use it.

The Lord of Mankind finally spoke: "I have heard and agreed to this request. I will extend the Brexit deadline again for 999 years. Your request has been received and time has been given. In the name of mankind, so be it." "

The messenger was granted amnesty, and he hurriedly bowed and excused himself quickly, and the Lord of Mankind returned once more to the reality of war against the destructive forces of Chaos.

But he was not alone in the throne room. The Lord of Mankind's authority and power were so convincing that the working Mechanicus Priests and Emperor's Custodians, as well as the bureaucrats of the Imperial Executive Council, would not ask any questions of the Lord of Mankind, but There is one curious guy with the exception.

"So, father, what is that? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? What is that? Brexit, what is that?" Magnus, the Red Son, who was sitting on the golden throne, spoke, and he looked at it curiously. His father asked: "What the hell is that? What can make my father, who has infinite wisdom, infinite power and infinite desires (crossed out), actually spend two minutes thinking about it?"

The Emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus. The Red Son was holding several "Legion Flags - Weekly" and reading an ancient book unearthed from the underground of the palace. This ancient book was once considered taboo. knowledge, but after confirmation by the emperor, it was just an ordinary historical novel.

Even after sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus still maintained his diligent and studious appearance. Seeing that the emperor did not answer, he asked again: "This must have meaning, right? Father?"

"...It was an ancient ritual from the Holy Terra 2k era." The emperor seemed a little bored, so he finally spoke: "It's very ancient, very commemorative, but other than that it's useless."

"This ceremony is ancient and full of commemorative significance enough for my father, the master of mankind, who is extremely precious every second, to waste two minutes on this?!" Magnus became more interested after listening, and he kept Follow-up question: "Just tell me, I want to know, tell me!"

"Father, tell me, I want to know!"

"What does that ceremony mean?"

Magnus chattered from his golden throne.

"You are always so curious, Magnus." The emperor was so annoyed that he couldn't help it. He turned his head and looked at the magic little mag sitting on the golden throne with cold eyes: "Curiosity will harm you, you Didn’t we learn enough lessons from previous events?”

"That's better than me sitting on the Golden Throne for a long time!" Magnus began to be unhappy, and he kept shouting: "Think about me, the Primarch, the son of the Lord of Mankind. One, for the human empire, for you, sitting on the golden throne for such a long time, sacrificing yourself, dedicating yourself, shouldn’t you make a small compensation for my sacrifice?”

"..." The Emperor knew that Magnus was a threat, and this guy was of some use, but no matter what, the Emperor was fair and selfless. If the Golden Throne didn't have the magic little mag, then he would be You have to sit on it. For the time being, Magnus is still somewhat useful, so his small, insignificant request should be met, otherwise if this guy causes trouble, the entire Star Torch will be affected.

Therefore, the regimental banner newspaper "The Weekly" of the Ministry of Military Affairs was always delivered to the throne room on time, and the Emperor also opened some library and took out some books for Magnus to pass the time.

"Do you still remember the woman named Windsor who came in under the leadership of Trajan more than a hundred days ago?" The emperor said coldly: "From the 2k era to the present 42k, countless rulers, scholars and heroes have We, High Lords, and Inquisitions have come and gone, but this is the Windsor, and I'll stop here."

"???!!!" Magnus opened his eyes wide, as excited as if he had discovered a new world: "She is an immortal?!"

"The matter is over. If there are no other questions, continue your duties." The Emperor ignored Magnus.

"Wait! Father, I have another question!" Magnus said with great joy: "Hey! Father, what are you going to do about Guilliman and Lorgar?"

"..." The expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.

Just a few weeks ago, a terrible internal strife broke out during Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade.

An extremely fierce conflict broke out between the Supreme Regent of the Empire and the new Imperial Ecclesiastical Pope Lorgar, who was supported by the Sisters of Battle of the Emperor's Daughters. The two sides fought, and Guilliman broke Lorgar's nose with a punch. Lorgar used the double-headed eagle scepter in his hand to smash Guilliman's head.

The cause of all this was a sentence made by the Supreme Regent of the Empire in his victory speech after the war.

"The Emperor is not a god."

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