Proof of the Sun King

On the way back from the Noor Arms Factory to the Elector's Palace, Ryan, Alfred, and Ingrid walked outside on horseback, while Surya and Emilia hid in the carriage, and the female knight was also Prefers to ride horses, but Emilia seems to be entangled with Suria, and Suria has no choice but to stay in the carriage with her.

Ingrid was still laughing unremarkably. The female Norsca seemed to think that the explosion of the mechanical horse was enough for her to laugh all day, so she kept laughing all the way, and the poor thing was her. The horse that sat down was just an ordinary war horse. It was overwhelmed by the burly body of the female Norsca. In addition, Ingrid kept laughing. In a few minutes, the war horse bent down. Waist down, saying that he can't do it anymore.

The female Norsca didn't care, she turned over and got off the horse, lifted the horse directly on her shoulders, and trotted all the way, keeping up with the pace of Lane and others.

This funny scene made the Nuer residents, Ryan and Emilia's guards all frown, wondering why this female Norsca is so shameful? Here is Noor!

Ryan didn't care, instead he smiled at Alfred: "A'Fu, do you know the three heroes of Tyrell's literature and art?"

"Three heroes of literature and art?" Alfred was a little at a loss. The Templar Commander was already literate, but he was not particularly knowledgeable. After thinking about it for a long time, Alfred spread his hands: "Leonardo is a ?"

"Yes, Leonardo counts as one." Ryan nodded with a smile: "How about two more?"

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

"The three heroes of Tyrell's literature and art are Leonardo da Miragliano, Michelangelo Grotier and Raphael Limas." Ryan nodded, his face flushed With a smile: "With the exception of Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael did not end well."

"No one who is addicted to art is a good thing." Alfred was not surprised at all.

"Among the three, Raphael had the shortest lifespan. He was a talented painter who left behind countless precious paintings, but due to excessive indulgence, he began to suffer from repeated nightmares when he was only 37 years old. He caught a cold, and Raphael died first after a few days of high fever."

"Then there is Michelangelo Grottier, the sculptor who has been smooth sailing from his early years to middle age. He is a guest of honor in the major city-states of Tyrell, and he has created a large number of sculptures. He alone represents the sculpture. The peak of art has influenced the old world for 400 years." Ryan nodded, and he continued with a smile: "But the same thing happened in his later years, when the goddess of war, the Temple of Myrmidia, invited Michelangelo to go there. Three thousand gold crowns were offered for painting the dome of the temple, and Michelangelo readily agreed, and he was asked to paint a picture of the goddess of war leading the knights in a heroic battle."

"It turned out that when the work was accepted, the people of the Goddess of War sect were confused, because Michelangelo privately painted 2,000 naked girls on the dome." Ryan smiled playfully: "It turned out to be Michelangelo. Not only did he fail to get his own wages, he was also exiled to the pirate principality of Satusha, but I heard that he later made a living painting and sculpting for pirates in the pirate principality. ."

"This is too Slaanesh." Alfred really showed an indignant expression: "That is, in the southern countries, there is such a relaxed atmosphere. If it is in the Empire or Brittany, I can guarantee that he will not have time to paint. They will be burned at the stake.”

"It is in Tyrell that this master sculptor dares to do this." Ryan held the reins: "Don't underestimate him, he is very smart, for him, the highest palace of art is his pursuit, and Not money."

"Hmph, it's almost the same anyway." Alfred was still haunted by this kind of thing.

"Lane, where did you hear this story?" Emilia showed a small face from the window of the carriage, and the Imperial Countess said with some displeasure and shame: "Why are you always concerned about this aspect? Do you remember the anecdote very clearly?"

"People's ability and sensitivity to negative information is far greater than that of positive information." Ryan looked to the sky: "This is impossible."

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

"Uh..." Ryan was suddenly a little embarrassed, he coughed twice: "Amelia, you were not like this before."

"Hehe~" Surya couldn't help smirking, the female knight hugged Emilia's waist from behind, and the two elastic soft **** directly pressed Emilia to the point where she couldn't speak. Surya smiled and said: "Actually, I envy Ms. Veronica and Ms. Teresa. They used to have adventures with Ryan. This will be a precious memory. Emilia, you are all right, I am I haven't really had an adventure with Ryan, and even if I think about it now, it's hard to have a chance."

"That's right!" Alfred was also interested: "Speaking of which, my favorite is also the adventurous days, not the present. I'm not saying that the present is not good, but that the experience is more interesting."

"Adventure is a means, not an end." Ryan smiled lightly after hearing this: "To make it clearer, if you don't really want to be a mercenary or an adventurer all your life, after taking risks for a long time, or Dead and disabled, or sooner or later, he will have his own noble title and territory."

Everyone nodded, this sentence makes sense, because even an ordinary mercenary, if he can survive in endless wars and adventures, five years, ten years, twenty years, after such a long war, To be able to survive, this in itself proves the strength of mercenaries, and some nobles will not begrudge a title of knight or knight, and once they have a knighthood, it is impossible to go out for adventure.

That's what Ryan is like. It's not impossible for him to go out to take risks now, but at what price can he invite this duke? The god-chosen champion and sanctuary powerhouse of the fairy in the lake?

Now Ryan doesn't even need him to play in person in many situations.

"So, I used to be an adventurer until I was shot in the knee." Ryan laughed.

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

Just like Ryan himself.

"More than one arrow, you've been hit by a lot of arrows!" Emilia said resentfully, "Ryan, you are such a weak soul, why haven't your knees been shot through? Why are you still riding a horse?"

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

Duke Mousillon is one of the twelve Holy Grail Knights of the first generation, the orthodox heir of the "Victor" Randuin. If he doesn't even have this tolerance and self-restraint, how did Ryan fall in favor of Randuin?

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

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

At the same time, in Nur's Electoral Palace, Ryan stayed temporarily.

The head maid Sylvia blushed, she looked serious, and loudly ordered the people to clean the room, quite imposing, but judging from her expression, she was actually very excited.

Her father is coming back.

"Hurry up, President Oliver has entered the city." Sylvia ordered loudly, walking back and forth in the room until she heard a cold voice with a hint of playfulness.

"You're very happy, master's maid." The dark elf Olika was wearing a black and white maid outfit, white pantyhose with black pointed-toe strappy high-heeled shoes, and a black trench coat, she stood there. On one side, he turned a deaf ear to Sylvia's orders.

The head maid has nothing to do with Orika. As the head maid, she can manage all the servants in the entire castle, but she can't control Orika. As Ryan's personal maid, Orika has always been responsible only to Ryan: "Go back to your room if you don't want to do anything, don't stand here and get in our way!"

"Hey, our head maid is so majestic now?" Olika's coquettish face had a smile on her face. She raised the corners of her mouth and stared at Sylvia with amber eyes: "Did you forget something?"

"You!" Sylvia suddenly remembered something, and the head 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." Olika shook her head, and she looked at Sylvia with an idiot expression: "You have no idea about magic. I don't know anything!"

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

"Oh, oh~ Your father is finally back, so excited, right?" Olika pulled her black hair back: "Do you want me to set a fireworks for you to celebrate?"

Sylvia finally gave up entanglement with Orika. The head maid quickly ordered the servants brought by Surya to clean the entire suite. In a few minutes, Oliver, the chairman of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, led two wood elves astray. Before the guest and a middle-aged man came to the Elector's Palace, because they had greeted them in advance, Oliver and others were immediately released after a brief inspection.

This middle-aged man has long golden brown hair and a simple goatee. He has a unique atmosphere of a scholar. He is wearing a simple white shirt, red vest and brown trench coat. The original brown trousers are all brown. He was a little pale after being washed, and facing the luxurious Electoral Palace in front of him, he seemed a little uncomfortable and a little disappointed: "It has been more than ten years, and I have finally relied on Sylvie to return to the south, but I Where is the location?"

"Mr. Vincent, I want to say, you are much better than I thought." Oliver's figure is still a little fat, but it is much better than when he was at his most fat. It's just as low-key, but from the looks of it, Oliver's life has been very good in the past few years, his face is ruddy and shiny: "I thought you would be more..."

The middle-aged man beside Dahaoshang is about 1.75 meters tall. He is thin but not very thin. He has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes but does not look old. He is in good spirits and looks about forty years old.

"More abject? Thinner?" The middle-aged man was naturally Sylvia's biological father, Vincent van Housen, and he said with a wry smile, "Thanks to Your Excellency Elector Wamil."

"Thank you?" Oliver was a little surprised. Why would an ordinary diplomat in Brittany thank the local elector?

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

"Okay!" Oliver nodded, Dahaoshang knew that Vincent wanted to talk to Ryan in person.

When several people walked into Ryan's place, there was a strong whimper in a scream. Vincent was stunned by the sound, and then he was knocked back several steps in a row: "Father! You Finally back! Woohoo~ Father!"

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

With trembling hands, Vincent also embraced Sylvia in his arms and gently patted her back: "It's alright, Sylvie, it's alright."

At this time, Vincent, who had been tasting the wind and snow in Osterland for more than ten years, looked at Sylvia. The man who had suffered a lot and never complained couldn't help but weep, he hugged tightly. My own daughter "I'm back, Sylvie, I'm sorry..."

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

About 20 minutes later, Ryan returned to the Elector's Palace with a few people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Emilia had a lot of things to deal with and didn't stay too long, and Alfred took away the British who were very interested. Grid said that this was Ryan's internal affairs, so when Ryan returned to the big suite, only Ryan and Suria were left.

Seeing Ryan come in, the father and daughter who were chatting on the sofa immediately stood up with Oliver: "My Duke!"

Vincent took the initiative to walk out, he bent down and bowed to Ryan, with sincerity and excitement on his face, and even a little trembling in his voice: "Thank you very much, Your Excellency Ryan, Mrs. Surya, thank you very much, let me There is a chance to be able to reunite with the family again.”

"It's okay, I'll do my best." Ryan reached out and shook hands with Vincent, and Duke Mousillon said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvie's father, and I am Sulia's husband. After the incident, I made up my mind that I must help Sylvie, I used to have no strength, but now it's great to see your father and daughter reunited!"

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

Maybe this is a small thing for Ryan now, but for ordinary people, no one would take the risk of angering Francois to try to get Vincent back, only Ryan, and only Ryan, Only after he and François beat Heinrich Kemmler did he dare to speak up.

The two sides chatted and sat down to enjoy the fireplace and afternoon tea. Olika brought out black tea and delicate pastries for everyone to taste. Ryan took his wife Suria's hand and smiled, "Mr. Vincent, I I thought you would be more..."

"More abysmal? Thinner?" Vincent said with a wry smile: "Ah, this... this is for a reason, my duke."

"Please allow me to speak slowly."