Warhammer Throne

As Aichan led a large army to the center of the Chaos Wasteland to prepare for the coronation ceremony of the Eternal God's Choice, the diplomatic activities of Bretania continued.

In the Palace of Fontainebleau, the great nobles of Noor and the great nobles of Brittany were chatting happily.

On Brittany’s side, the lords of military service headed by the Duke of Bohemond and the Duke of François, especially the guys who have been named marshals, are proudly sharing their views and almost forever. Endless victory.

There are more businessmen and great engineers in Nuer, but it is obviously also the protagonists of military aristocrats. The leaders are General Nuer Erstein, Justice Noor Theodore Bruckner, and A group of Nur generals, and most of the Nur army's command system has come to Brittany. Not only does it make people wonder if there will be an accident, the remaining Nur will be able to cope with the trouble.

As Ryan’s capable general and political commissar of the 1st Guards Lancers Regiment, Beria Gulag was not so popular at the banquet. On the one hand, his temperament was too gloomy and on the other hand, as a Nuer. In the north, Kislov’s Maozi bloodline is destined to be despised, and Beria does not have the charisma, marshal status, and great military exploits of Marshal Rokosovsky. Naturally, he is disliked by the Nuer. Although the knight nobles recognize Pele Ya, but rarely communicate with him.

It’s good, Beria doesn’t care much. He is just standing in the corner and watching everything, eating silently, thinking about what he should do next. The things on Kislev’s side have basically been It's completely over, and Beria's presence is gradually decreasing.

As a bureaucrat, Beria knows his role for Ryan. He knows that he will avoid troubles, but he also needs to have troubles. Only when things come, he can make Lion depend on and reuse them. Only when things come can they make He has the opportunity to continue climbing.

But, how do you do it?

While Beria was still thinking, wearing a full set of Chinese clothes, with long hair in the middle, and well-dressed, high elf Talleyrand leaning on a cane had already dealt with a large circle of nobles, and the lame had obviously drunk it. After several cups, he came to Beria with ease: "Can I rest here for a while? Mr. Chief Political Commissar?"

"Whatever you want." Beria picked up a handful of macaroni with tongs and added a lot of black pepper sauce. Then he chose a glass of orange juice and a large sirloin steak for himself. Lieran didn’t have any special feelings, but he didn’t have too much dislike. He liked talking to the high elves, but he hated the high elves’ style of hoarding wealth and taking bribes everywhere. Bella admitted deep in his heart that he was jealous of Talleyrand. Long sleeves are good at dancing, and can be welcomed by everyone: "I just think you should prefer that kind of environment, Mr. Talleyrand."

"No one always likes an environment, Mr. Beria." Talleyrand looked at Beria's lake-green military uniform and the various medals he was wearing deliberately, and smiled playfully. The high elf glanced at his chest. I found a place to sit down and cut off a roast goose leg from a roast goose very elegantly with a silver knife. He smiled and said, “Even if you like to socialize again, you will get tired, by the way. I want to talk to you too."

"What can we talk about?" Beria wasn't sure what Talleyrand wanted to do, but the Urgols accepted the challenge.

"Oh, Asu Yan is here, we can talk a lot, right?" Talleyrand cast his eyes on the three knight King Ryan, Queen Suria and Countess Emilia who were in the banquet center: " Just like them, there are always endless topics to talk about."

There is no doubt that Beria and Talleyrand are close ministers of Ryan. These two guys have always had different opinions in front of Ryan. It’s very big, as many people worry, if something happens to Wesson-Ling or Nur, can Nur solve the problem by himself?"

"What can be the problem? What else can be the problem?" Talleyrand thought for a moment, and shook his head: "Beria, you are used to strongman politics. You may not know that Nur and Wesson already have a high degree of autonomy. The city council and the local self-government army of the United States do not need a supreme leader so much. Noor is the Riker collar to the north, Sol collar to the south, Ivy collar to the east, and Breeze Castle in the Gray Mountains to the west. There is nothing particularly worth worrying about. of."

"Really?" Beria didn't intend to argue with Talleyrand on this point, and the Urgols went on to say: "I always think that this kind of parliament and autonomy system is not conducive to bringing the power of the whole country together."

"Yes, you are right." Talleyrand pulled his throat, and the high elf's expression was inexplicably playful and interesting: "But my Mr. Beria, don't you understand? The dictatorship decides the upper limit, and the division decides. The lower limit, so that parliament and local autonomy may not be able to reverse everything, but it is not too bad. Furthermore, think about it, Noor has been running smoothly for nearly twenty years without their duke, and then waited until Emmanuel’s daughter The Lord returns, and what about us in Brittania? Assuming your Majesty the Knights...including the Queen are out, how long can the whole kingdom run smoothly? Up to one year, no more."

"But he succeeded." Beria muttered.

"Yes, your majesty succeeded, your majesty is the greatest." Talleylang shrugged indifferently: "but do you know that the reason why your majesty can be so great is because he is your majesty, your majesty is him, try another person? Who? Dare to do this, John I and John II are proof that no one can be like him, no one."

After hearing this, Beria frowned. Listening to Talleyrand's words, it seemed that the high elf didn't agree with everything about King Ryan?

This is not a good answer. After thinking about it, Belliya said with a serious expression: "For me, there is no day in the sky, there is only your majesty's sun! I will always be loyal to your majesty, and other things are not within my scope of consideration!"

Talleyrand sighed. The high elf first looked at Beria from head to toe, and then raised the corners of his mouth to the limit without a smile: "Look, this is the reason, Beria. Sir, as I said, as long as your Majesty is here, there will be no problems with the whole kingdom and it will be united."

Beria suddenly realized, but before he could say more, Talleyrand went on to say: "Your Majesty’s prestige is amazing. This is the basis for his ability to do many things smoothly, but so many things are tied to him personally. For example, the abolition of noble privileges, for example, the governor system, these things are carried out by your majesty’s will, if your majesty...you know, the old aristocrats and the descendants of the nobles who have lost their privileges will be extremely strong. The counterattack will be counted. Within three generations, no knights will lose the title of nobility, the judicial power through the local circuit court, and the governor system will no longer be implemented, and will even suffer retaliatory destruction."

"But he is your majesty." Beria insisted: "He is our king, he can do it."

"Yes, just because he is our king and he is your majesty, I, Talleyrand, will follow him willingly." Talleyrand smiled. He watched Ryan talking and joking with Suria, the Knight King secretly Dripping a few drops of lemon juice into Su Liya's wine glass caused the queen to be angry, and the lame smiled incredibly: "I'm just a jester, and the jester's job is to tell the king that he is not omnipotent. He is not what he imagined. The land is so powerful. King power has no eternity. When your majesty is blinded by vanity and pride, I am responsible for reminding him, and you are an independent minister. The good news is that it seems that your majesty can hardly be blinded by arrogance, and his life grows. There is almost no end in sight."

Talleyrand's words made Beria's brows slightly stretched out, although he didn't want to admit it, the Urgols knew that Talleyrand was true.

"So in Osu'an?" Beria put down the silver knife and fork, and the Urgols tried to make themselves less curious: "The Phoenix King does not need a jester?"

"Yes, the Phoenix King doesn't need jesters. On the contrary, Lord Tyrion needs them very much, but he can't tolerate jesters. This is the reason why I, Talleyrand, is destined to be unable to make a career in Osuan." Nodding slowly, the high elves sighed: "The high elves' elven princes are crowded with the entire administrative center. They resist change and the power to resist changes. Rigidity and conservativeness fill the entire Phoenix Palace. Any change will cause Their fierce opposition is not that no one has a long-term vision, nor that no one wants to deal with the ongoing recession, but the answer is-the bill cannot pass."

"Hey, as long as the cakes of those noble families and elven princes are touched, various factions will immediately unite to oppose. Everyone will only focus on the immediate interests. Many people can't do anything, but they can make the Phoenix King or the Warlord It can’t be done. It becomes necessary for any policy to be passed through negotiation, marriage, temptation and even threat of force.”

"Any policy has timeliness. A proposal that has taken decades to pass has passed its best time." Talleyrand sneered for a while: "With these insects, how can we do good politics."

"So this is the defect of confession and republic. Although it is not too bad, it is still slowly declining." Beria thoughtfully: "The dictatorship may bring the country to its peak, and it may also be possible. Will it be brought into the abyss?"

"It's a pity that Lord Tyrion could neither bring Osuan into the heyday, nor did he have the opportunity to bring Osuan into the abyss." Talleyrand said meaningfully, "So I came to the old world."

"You seem to ignore the Phoenix King?"

"Fenuba is in the Phoenix Court."

The two were silent for a while, and Beria spoke: "I think we need to do something, Talleyrand, I have a proposal."

"Say, I will consider it." Talleyrand nodded.

"It is said that the little eternal queen will come to the old world and plan to negotiate with the dwarves?" A flame of ambition appeared in Beria's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Talleyrand's eyes lit up.

"Why don't you, let me arrange it, how about it?"

"Can!"

On the other side of the banquet, dressed in full dress, wearing a black palace dress embellished with flowers, Luo, peach, pink, rain, and dark curtains, she wrapped her bright golden waterfall-like hair behind her head, and her beautiful long legs were wrapped in black pearl luster. With a silky satin-like T crotch pantyhose and a creamy white bow with a camellia pattern and pearl pointed high heels, the Queen of the Cavaliers, Suria, took Ryan’s arm and smiled at her husband, "Look at the two of Beria and Talleyrand. The guy is sitting together, maybe something is planning!"

"I know them, it's nothing more than something." Ryan didn't care. The Knight King was confident that he was able to control the two nearby ministers. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Madam, if the Emmanuel-class land battle cruiser can't solve the power problem. It seems that I can't go into battle anymore."

"Nur is at this level." Emilia wearing a calendula crown and flame-carved classical hip skirt, wearing a baroness laurel crown on her head, and her legs wrapped in ultra-thin jacquard polka dot fluorescent pantyhose. Holding Ryan's other arm unconvincingly, the imperial lady's face was blushing very unnaturally. She whispered in Ryan's ear, "Don't you have a way? I remember you did."

"Ryan can't guarantee that it will be solved, Emilia." Su Liya smiled and covered her mouth. The female knight's sea-blue eyes stared at the little maid: "You Nuer didn't have the conditions to achieve it, so don't take it so easily. I promised it all."

"It's all Ryan's indicators are too high!" Emilia felt her legs feel weak when she smelled Ryan's body. The little maid couldn't help remembering that she was picked up by Ryan from behind and spit out to the boundless starry sky outside the window last night. The small tongue and the hands made a "V" gesture, representing the strange expression that he showed when he was completely triumphed.

Of course, the next morning Frederick kept asking about the embarrassing situation of sleeping comfortably with his father last night. Emilia grabbed her son and spanked her son in shame and annoyance, but the bear kid was physically strong. It's terrible, he doesn't hurt at all, Emilia's hands are sore and sore, so angry that she kicks her son away.

On the contrary, Frederick knew his mother very well. During this time, his son tried his best not to disturb Emilia and Ryan being alone. He brought a group of second-generation military aristocrats everywhere hunting and holding competitions, and forced him from Ryan’s royal stables. Taking away a pure-blood elf warhorse said that Dad should give me a gift, and Ryan had no choice but to give it to him.

The three of them found an empty lounge to sit down together. Ryan took the relatively petite Emilia into his arms from behind, let her sit on her lap, and stretched out her hands in the sacred and inviolable silk stockings of the imperial lady. She wiped her oil, and asked Su Liya, who was sitting next to her, leaning on her shoulder: "What is the lady doing lately? She hasn't appeared for a long time."

"The lady is busy using her divine power and your psychic energy to build a large barrier, ready to defend the land of Brittany." Su Liya gently kicked her high heels off and sat with her legs bent, exquisitely The silk foot was given to Ryan to play. The queen and Ryan are often very relaxed when they get along in private. She whispered: "Madam is basically done."

Emilia has softened into a puddle of mud, and the Countess didn't even want to say anything except for squeezing Ryan's big hand, her nose was so comfortable that she groaned.

"So." Ryan cast his gaze to the east again, and he could feel a huge change in the east, but under the interference of the Great Guardian and the Maelstrom, his sensing ability was limited, so he couldn't stop it in the end.

"It's day time for Ruscia, right?" Su Liya looked at the night sky outside the window. The Queen of Knight looked at Emilia who was limp in Ryan's arms, and smiled and said, "Since it's decided, hurry up." ."

"Yeah!" Ryan closed his eyes when he heard the words.

The powerful psionic power surged like a tsunami, tearing a crack in the mortal world and the subspace, and a psychic call separated by tens of thousands of kilometers was established.

"Wei, Brother Fu, Zaima?"

The damp and distant Ruscia, the capital of the Ash Legion, Costantiniye.

The emperor’s son Gene Primarch, the commander of the Ash Legion, and the purple phoenix Fugen’s heads have blue veins. He gently put down the firm and slender legs of the wood elf princess Karona wrapped in flesh-colored suspenders and stockings. Carolina put it on the soft sofa, motioned to her to rest for a while, tidy up her clothes, and then connected to the psionic call.

Fukun's tone was obviously a bit uncomfortable.

"Buzai, cmn!"