Warhammer Throne

On the way back from the Nur Armory and back to the Elector’s Palace, Ryan, Alfred, and Ingrid rode outside on horseback. Suria and Emilia hid in the carriage. The female knight was also She prefers to ride horses, but Emilia seems to be entangled with Su Liya, and Su Liya has no choice but to stay in the carriage with her.

Ingrid still laughed ignorantly. The female Norsca seemed to think that the mechanical horse exploded in place enough for her to laugh for a day, so she laughed endlessly throughout the journey. The poor one was her. The horse sitting down was just an ordinary war horse. It was panting because of the burly size of the female Norsca. In addition, Ingrid kept laughing. Within a few minutes, the war horse bent down. The waist was up, indicating that he was dying.

The female Norsca didn't care, she rolled over and got off the horse, and directly carried the horse with her shoulders, and then trot all the way to keep up with the pace of Ryan and others.

This funny scene made the onlookers of Nuer, Ryan and Emilia's guards all frowned, wondering why this female Norsca was so embarrassed? This is Noor!

Ryan didn't care about it. Instead, he smiled at Alfred and said, "Afu, do you know the Three Artists of Tyrell?"

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

"Yes, Leonardo counts as one." Ryan smiled and nodded: "Are there two more?"

"I don't know, you tell me, good friend." Alfred was a bachelor.

"The three outstanding artists of Tyrell are Leonardo da Milano, Michelangelo Grottier, and Raphael Limas." Ryan nodded, his face widened. With a smile: "Except for Leonardo, neither Michelangelo nor Raphael ended very well."

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

"Of these three people, Raphael has the shortest lifespan. He was a talented painter and left countless precious paintings. However, due to excessive indulgence, he began to be repeatedly troubled by nightmares when he was only thirty-seven years old. He contracted a wind chill, and Raphael died first a few days after developing a high fever."

"Then there is Michelangelo Grottier. This sculptor has been going smoothly from his early years to his middle age. He is a guest of honour in the major cities of Tyrell. He has created a large number of sculptures. He represents the sculpture alone. The highest peak of art has influenced the old world for four hundred years." Ryan nodded, and he continued with a smile: "But in his later years the same happened. At that time, the goddess of war, the Temple of Milmidia, invited Michelangelo to go. Painted the dome of the temple and paid three thousand gold crowns. Michelangelo readily agreed. He was asked to paint a picture of the goddess of war leading the knights fighting bravely."

"As a result, when the works were accepted, the people of the Goddess of War sect were confused, because Michelangelo privately painted two thousand fruit girls on the dome." Ryan laughed playfully: "It turned out to be Michelangelo. Not only did he fail to get his wages, he was also exiled to the pirate principality of Sartosa. However, I heard that he later lived in the pirate principality by painting and sculpture for the pirates. It is said that he lived very well and lived a hundred years before he died. ."

"This is too ugly." Alfred really showed an expression of indignation: "That is to say, this kind of relaxed atmosphere is only in the southern countries. If it is in the empire or Bretania, I can guarantee that he will not have time to paint. After that, he will be sentenced to fire."

"That is, in Tyrell, this master engraver dared to do this." Ryan held the reins: "Don't underestimate him, he is very clever. For him, the highest palace of art is his pursuit. Not money."

"Huh, it's almost the same anyway." Alfred was still brooding about this kind of thing.

"Ryan, where did you hear this story?" Emilia revealed a small face from the window of the carriage, and the prince said with some discomfort and embarrassment: "Why do you always treat this kind of aspect? Remember the anecdote very clearly?"

"The ability and sensitivity of people to accept negative information is far greater than that of positive information." Lane looked up at the sky: "There is no way."

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

"Uh..." Ryan was a little embarrassed, he coughed twice: "Emilia, you weren't like this before."

"Hahaha~" Su Liya couldn't help pursing her lips and snickering. The female knight hugged Emilia's waist from behind. The two elastic softness directly pressed Emilia into speechlessness. Su Liya smiled and said: "Actually, I envy Ms. Veronica and Ms. Teresa. They had adventures with Ryan. This will be a precious memory. You are all right, Emilia, I am I haven't really risked myself with Ryan. Now even if I think about it, it's hard to get a chance."

"That's right!" Alfred also came with interest: "Speaking of which, my favorite days are also adventurous days, not now. I am not saying that it is not good now, but that the experience is more interesting."

"Adventure is a means, not an end." Ryan faintly smiled after hearing this. "Speak more clearly, if you don't really want to be a mercenary or an adventurer all your life, after a long period of adventure, either Dead or disabled, or sooner or later they will have their own noble titles and territories."

Everyone nodded, this sentence makes sense, because even an ordinary mercenary, if it can survive endless wars and adventures, five years, ten years, twenty years, after such a long war. Surviving, this in itself proves the strength of mercenaries. Some nobles will not spare the title of a knight or knight, and once they have the title, it is impossible to go out and take risks.

Ryan is like that. It is not impossible for him to go out and take risks now, but at what price will he be able to invite the duke? The champion and sanctuary powerhouse of the fairy in the lake?

Ryan now doesn't even need him to play in a lot of situations.

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

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

Just like Ryan himself.

"More than one arrow, you got a lot of arrows!" Emilia muttered grievously: "Ryan, you are so soulless, why haven't your knees been shot through? Why can you still ride a horse?"

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

Duke Moussilon was one of the first twelve holy grail knights and the orthodox heir to Landuin the "victor". If he didn't even have this tolerance and self-cultivation, how did Ryan be favored by Landuin?

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

…………I am the dividing line of the eight virtues of the knight…………

At the same time, in the palace of the elector of Noor, Ryan temporarily stayed.

The maid Sylvia's face was blushing, she looked serious, and she ordered people to clean the room loudly, quite a bit imposing, but judging from her expression, she was actually very excited.

Her father is coming back.

"Hurry up, President Oliver has entered the city." Silvia commanded loudly as she walked back and forth in the room until she heard a cold, playful voice.

"You are very happy, the master maid." The dark elf Olika was wearing a black and white maid outfit, white pantyhose paired with black pointed strap high heels, and a black trench coat outside, and she stood. On one side, Silvia's orders were ignored.

The maid has nothing to do with Olica. As the maid, she can control all the servants in the entire castle, but she can’t control Olica. As Ryan’s personal maid, Olica has always been responsible to Ryan: "If you don't want to do anything, go back to your own room and don't stand here to hinder us!"

"Oh, our maid maid is so majestic now?" Olica had a smile on her coquettish face. She raised her mouth and stared at Silvia with her amber eyes: "Did you forget something?"

"You!" Silvia suddenly remembered something, and the maid was ashamed and annoyed: "What the **** are you doing?!"

"What I want to tell you is, don't use your superficial understanding to understand what I'm doing." Olica shook her head, and she looked at Silvia with an idiotic expression: "You have an idiotic expression on her face." Know nothing!"

"If that is Ryan's order, then you do it. If that is your obligation, you will fulfill it." Silvia's temper also came up: "But now please don't interfere with me."

"Ohhhhh~Your father is finally back, very excited, right?" Olica pulled her black hair to the back of her head: "Do you want me to put a firework for you to celebrate?"

Silvia finally gave up entanglement with Olica, and the maid soon ordered the servants brought by Sulia to clean up the entire suite. Within a few minutes, Oliver, the president of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, took the two wood elves lost. Before the guest and a middle-aged man arrived at the elector’s palace, they had greeted them in advance, and Oliver and the others were immediately released after being briefly checked.

This middle-aged man has long golden-brown hair and a simple goatee. He has a unique academic atmosphere. He is wearing a simple white shirt, a red vest and a brown trench coat. The original brown trousers and trousers are all After being washed a little pale, facing the luxurious elector’s palace in front of him, he seemed a little uncomfortable and a little bit surprised: "It's been more than ten years, but I finally relied on Silva to return to the south, 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 slightly fat, but it is much better than when he was at the fattest. The same low-key, but from the face of it, Oliver's life in the past few years has been very good, his complexion is ruddy and shiny: "I thought you would be more..."

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

"More downhearted? More emaciated?" The middle-aged man is naturally Silvia's biological father Vincent Van Hossen. He smiled bitterly and said: "All thanks to the Lord Elector Valmir."

"Thanks?" Oliver was a little surprised. Why would an ordinary diplomat in Breton thank the local elector?

"The level of culture in Oster is not high." Vincent said with a wry smile: "After being sent to Oster, I was very depressed at first... I'll talk about it later."

"Okay!" Oliver nodded, and the big trench merchant knew that Vincent wanted to talk to Ryan in person.

When several people walked into the place where Ryan was staying, there was a scream with a strong whimper. Vincent was stunned by the sound, and then he was knocked back several steps in a row: "Father! You! I'm finally back! Uuuu~Father!"

"Sylvie?" Looking at the maid maid who hit him, Vincent barely recognized the appearance of his daughter. It took him several seconds to confirm that the beautiful maid maid in front of him was really his daughter.

With shaking hands, Vincent also embraced Silvia and patted her back gently: "It's okay, Sylvia, it's okay."

At this moment, Vincent, who has been in the Oster for more than ten years, looked at Silvia. This man who had suffered a lot and never complained could not help crying. He held tightly. My daughter "I'm back, Sylvie, I'm sorry..."

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

About twenty minutes later, Ryan also returned to the elector’s palace with a few people. Emilia had a lot to deal with and didn’t stay too much. Alfred took away the very interested Ingrid and said it was Ryan's internal affairs, so when Ryan returned to the large suite, only Ryan and Sulia were left.

Seeing Ryan coming in, the father and daughter who were talking on the sofa and even Oliver stood up immediately: "My Duke!"

Vincent took the initiative to come out. He bent down and bowed to Ryan. His face was sincere and excited, and even a little trembling in his voice: "Thank you very much, Lord Ryan, Mrs. Suria, thank you very much, let me There is a chance to be reunited with my family again."

"It's okay. Raise your hand." Ryan took the initiative to shake Vincent's hand, and Duke Moussilon said in a warm voice: "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvie's father. I am Sulia's husband. I learned about this. After the incident, I made up my mind to help Sylvie and her. I used to be without the strength. Now it’s great to see your father and daughter reunited!"

"Ryan..." Silvia was tearful, and the maid was obviously moved: "Thank you."

Maybe this is a trivial matter for Ryan now, but for ordinary people, no one will try to get Vincent back at the risk of offending François, and only Ryan, and Ryan, Only after he defeated Heinrich Kemler with François did he dare to speak up.

The two parties exchanged greetings, and then sat down, enjoying 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 said with a smile: "Mr. Vincent, I I thought you would be more..."

"More downhearted? More emaciated?" Vincent smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "Ah, this...this is for a reason, my Duke."

"Please allow me to speak slowly."