Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

"Open the five ports of Felixstowe, London, Plymouth, Southampton and Manchester as treaty ports."

"Cede Bolier, Vidali, and Gaul to the Tang Dynasty."

Patrick recited word by word, Emperor William's hands tightly grasped the armrests of the throne, blue veins appeared.

"Stop reading it!"

Patrick ignored it and continued to read out the contents of the treaty.

"The tariffs payable by Tang merchants for importing and exporting goods are determined by the Datang Customs and Taxation Administration. Datang will build a Datang Consulate in Coventry, adjacent to the Royal Castle in Coventry."

William picked up the wine glass on the coffee table and threw it at Patrick: "I told you to stop reading! You idiot!"

Patrick's forehead was cut open by the edge of the wine glass, and blood mixed with the wine was dripping down. Patrick moved the treaty document in his hand forward to prevent the treaty from being contaminated more.

"All disputes and legal issues that arise between Tang citizens within Charlemagne's Empire will be decided by the consulate. Charlemagne's Empire has no right to interrogate our Tang citizens."

"Charlemagne's Empire needs to divide enough areas to provide for Tang citizens to travel, trade and other commercial activities in Charlemagne's Empire to avoid conflicts between Datang citizens and local people."

Patrick finally read out all the contents of the treaty, handed the document to Justinian aside, and raised his head to look at Emperor William.

"As the former associate minister and today the supreme military and political commander of the Charlemagne Empire, Your Majesty..."

William stared at Patrick angrily, waiting for him to say something treacherous again. The content of this treaty was already unacceptable, so what else!

Patrick took a deep breath and said, "We were wrong from the beginning. The prosperity of the Tang Empire cannot be compared with that of Charlemagne's Empire. No matter what dimension it is, we have completely lost."

"In just two days, our soldiers without any will to fight spontaneously did things in the enemy's military camp, washing the tableware after eating, and going up the mountain to cut the needed wood and firewood, and all of this was without the supervision of the Tianwei Army. Your Majesty, do you understand what I mean?"

"As for military strength, our side seems to be significantly ahead in the number of soldiers, but only about half of the regular army can actually go to the battlefield to fight stably. Not to mention the weapons and equipment, our firearms are just a poor imitation of the weapons in their hands. .”

Emperor William was visibly old, but he was still angry: "Are you asking me to surrender to them? I would rather hang myself at the gate of the palace! Idiot!"

Patrick nodded: "Understood, Your Majesty. I will mobilize all possible forces to fight against the Tianwei Army."

Justinian lowered his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart. Patrick wiped the wine glass on the floor with a handkerchief and put it back on the coffee table next to William. He unscrewed the wine bottle and poured some wine into it, then held it in both hands and handed it to William.

"I wish Charlemagne's Empire will win this battle."

Emperor William snorted coldly: "This looks cool! I handed over the military and political power to you, not to make you a capitulator! Tomorrow...tomorrow you have to go to negotiate, and you have people following you secretly , see if we can assassinate the commanders and generals of the Tianwei Army, in this case..."

Patrick looked at William with a smile: "No need, Your Majesty. We no longer have the need to assassinate them."

William's mouth began to overflow with purple-black blood, his eyes were wide open and full of bloodshot eyes, his hands kept scratching his neck, and his throat made a "ho ho" sound, like a broken bellows. .

It wasn't until William fell from the throne that Patrick spoke: "Emperor William is ill and cannot see anyone. Guards! Guard His Majesty's chamber."

Justinian watched Patrick pick up Emperor William from the ground. His already old body, coupled with the uncontrolled drunkenness, seemed to have only the weight of a quilt in Patrick's arms.

"William is needed to sign the treaty, what should we do now?"

Patrick closed William's eyes and said, "He has stopped caring about military affairs a long time ago, and I do all the signings on his behalf. I see no way out for such a monarch. It makes no sense for me to bury him with so many soldiers and people."

In the army camp of Charlemagne's Empire, the sergeants found that today's food seemed to be much better than in the past. The officers who required themselves to be alert all the time also had a different look, and duty in the army camp seemed to have become much easier.

Justinian and Patrick set off again. This time they didn't even bring any soldiers, so they just took the carriage to the negotiation table.

Yuchi Baoqi was quite pleased to see the two of them arriving as promised: "How is it? Has your king agreed?"

Patrick looked very relaxed after looking away from yesterday's performance: "Agreed, this is the treaty document signed by the king, and the treaty is officially signed."

Yuchi Baoqi used the system to scan the traces of the signature. The king's signature and Patrick's signature were of the same origin, and he looked at Patrick with a playful look.

Patrick still smiled: "What? Is there something wrong, Commander?"

Yuchi Baoqi put the treaty away: "No problem. Next we will talk about the military and political issues of Charlemagne's empire in the future."

Justinian and Patrick were relieved when they saw that Yuchi Baoqi had no suspicion.

"First of all, the army of Charlemagne's Empire will be banned. A king's bodyguard can be left to ensure the safety of your king, but large-scale armies are not allowed."

"Second, hand over all the flintlock guns that have been made and those that have not yet been made, and gather all the craftsmen who made the flintlock guns and their families to go to the Tang Empire."

"Thirdly, for eighty years Charlemagne's empire was not allowed to develop any possible offensive weapons."

"Fourth, the Tang Empire will station troops in Charlemagne's Empire to ensure that Charlemagne's Empire will not be attacked by anyone."

Patrick nodded in agreement, and Justinian bit his lip: "Captain, due to wrong war choices, it is reasonable for Charlemagne's Empire to be subject to such severe military sanctions. The Tang Empire is so rich and powerful, can it help Charlemagne in people's livelihood? The Charlemagne Empire? After all, once these military restriction treaties are signed, the Charlemagne Empire will become a vassal of the Tang Empire."

Yuchi Baoqi translated Justinian's words to his father, and Yuchi Jingde wiped his face: "Tsk, you said you don't want the country, you don't want the country. When you go back, your majesty will scold your father with all his face. What! What! Please!" Very cool!"

Yuchi Baoqi was also very helpless: "It depends on the wishes of our Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."