Proof of the Sun King

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Aurora has been in a bad mood recently.

The situation of this sanctuary witch is now a little bad. After the Winter Veil Festival, she returned to the Garland Council to prepare for dispatching staff. As a result, she found that the situation within the council had changed again.

Now the Garland Council is theoretically four sanctuary witches, namely Speaker Margarita, Elder Calerona, Elder Veronica and her, and after she returned to the Council, she suddenly discovered that Elder Calerona actually He also began to oppose her. This time it was one to three, and Aurora had fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Of course, as far as Aurora's own sanctuary strength is concerned, it is impossible for her to have nowhere to go. Any human force is willing to treat the sanctuary witch as a distinguished guest, provide funds and the power to mobilize the army, but Aurora What Ra wants is not this, what she wants is an independent status and a high status like in the Garland Council, she does not want to be a vassal.

And the Elector Wamir obviously also knew the news of Aurora's exclusion. This old pervert took this opportunity to be courteous to Aurora, and he took the initiative to say that you bring your people to Wolfenburg, and I will give it to you. You build a wizard's tower, you can also give you the status of a female courtier, and you can maintain a certain degree of independence.

Ostland is very close to Kislev, and Aurora and the Elector Wamir are familiar with each other. If she hadn't already accepted Ryan's request, maybe she would really consider it. As for being a female courtier It's not that Aurora can't think about it at all. For the witch Garland, her body is often a bargaining chip. If the Elector Varmir's promises can be fulfilled, then it's not a problem for him to be the chief female courtier. no.

"Jia Lanhua doesn't believe in tears."

- Margarita, Speaker of the Garland Council

But since she has agreed to Lane's request to establish MI7, then the Elector Wamir can ignore it, and her son-in-law is closer than the Elector Wamir in terms of personal ability, power, financial resources, and relationships. Much stronger, Ryan is about to become the king, there are better choices, Aurora will naturally not consider Valmir's suggestion, but the basic courtesy is still necessary, just like this, two people sit on the long leather sofa , chatting without a word.

"Mother, are you here?" Teresa and Veronica approached one after another, the sorceress holding the glass: "Hello, Your Excellency Varmir, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello, Ms. Teresa, Ms. Veronica." Elector Wamir saw the eyes of the two female courtiers of Ryan lit up, and he immediately felt that a certain part of himself was immediately full of vitality.

This guy, Ryan, has a beautiful wife and two female courtiers!

Of course, at most, Vamir thought about it in his heart. This old pervert was not stupid at all. He knew which women could move and which women could not touch. Wamir smiled politely and turned to Teresa and Vero. Nika raised her glass: "What a delightful banquet? Ladies, you are so beautiful today, and I'm here to congratulate Ryan, who is a friend of our empire and a close friend of mine."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Varmir, and I wish you good health." Veronica said meaningfully, and then she immediately turned to Aurora, who had already drank a lot of wine: "Ms. Aurora, I'm looking for you everywhere. ."

Elector Wamir immediately understood, the old guy laughed a few times, raised his glass, and began to look for the next target very skillfully: "Oh, you guys talk, I'll go over there to see if there is any interesting program."

"Veronica, are you here to laugh at me?" Aurora said with a sad face when she saw Veronica, leaning back on the sofa chair with disinterest.

"How is the preparation for Ryan?" Veronica smiled and pulled Teresa to sit beside Aurora: "It's not okay to not concentrate."

"It's not that easy, what we're going to do is to create something from nothing." Aurora said casually: "You just follow Ryan to go on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain, you don't need to know anything else."

"Have you thought about it? Moved here from the council?" Veronica didn't plan to stop.

"...Does this have anything to do with you?" Aurora said impatiently: "Do your own thing, Veronica, don't bother me."

"Then why am I bothering you?" As soon as Aurora finished speaking, the lake **** witch Morgiana appeared in front of several witches, and the face of the first **** selection of the fairies in the lake was a little unhappy: "Aurora- Ms. Trovik, I warn you, since you have promised Ryan to help him set up an intelligence department, please don't hook up with the imperial elector across the mountain, I don't know, otherwise I have the right to take you on the spot. Down!"

"His Royal Highness Morgiana, mother, this is just normal communication!" Teresa immediately stood up, and the sorceress explained seriously: "Elector Wamir and mother are old acquaintances, and the two sides are just saying hello."

Today's Morgiana is wearing a Breton champagne-colored bubble silk dress with slits, a golden lake **** corolla on her head, and a gold belt. Her beautiful face has long since disappeared when she was with Ryan. The gentleness of the lake goddess looked very cold, and the witch of the lake **** looked at Teresa and Aurora with the expression that you thought I was an idiot. Obviously, she also heard the invitation of the Elector Varmir before. Morgiana's blue eyes Filled with anger from the lake god, she whispered to Aurora, "Don't let me find a chance, witch, you don't belong to us at all."

"Humph!" Aurora also snorted disdainfully at Morgiana: "You don't belong to us."

Veronica sat smiling and watched the play eating melons, while Teresa could only cover her face. She actually didn't quite understand why Morgiana had such deep hostility towards Aurora.

"Where's Ryan?" Veronica asked casually.

"Ryan is in the garden, talking to His Excellency Tigris and His Majesty Karl Franz." Morgiana had a better attitude towards Veronica: "Are you going over?"

"Why not?" Veronica was indeed a little bored. Witch Garland had no relatives in the palace. Whether it was Brittanian nobles or imperial nobles, she couldn't fit in. Surya's side The gathering of noble ladies is not a place for her. Teresa obviously wants to stay with Aurora. Veronica whispered a few words in Morgiana's ear, Morgiana's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, the Crown Prince of Brittany is negotiating plans for the next part with the Emperor and the High Master to High Mages.

"The good news is that, according to the divination and prophecy of the Hesbai Tower, it seems that the eternal divine selection has not yet found the last Chaos Artifact, the place where the Crown of Domination is located." Tigris faced Ryan and Karl, using some "The bad news is that he may find the Crown of Domination at any time," said in a worried tone.

"Then your divination means basically there is no valuable gain." Ryan complained: "Well, at least for the time being we don't need to face the chaotic frenzy in the north. I expect to lead the army to set off a month after ascending the throne. Expedition to Bafeng Mountain, we will spend the Winter Veil Festival at Haimen Pass, and then officially start the Bafeng Mountain Expedition."

"Do you need help from the Empire?" Karl Franz is obviously also very interested in the wealth of the Eight Peaks, but the Empire is not like Brittany. Lane has spent more than ten years since he came to Brittany. The Northern War has basically eliminated all internal and external troubles in the entire kingdom. Unlike the empire, Karl Franz just asked casually to see if he could get a share of the pie.

"Too many troops are not good for the expedition, and the supply pressure is too much." Ryan shook his head: "If there is a need, I will tell you, Carl."

"Okay." The emperor turned to Tigris: "Lord Tigris, it's been a few years since I've seen you, is there any new news from the Phoenix Court, what's the action of the War Council? What can we do for our elf friends? ?"

Tigris has always been happy and angry, but when he heard the emperor's question, there was a little helplessness in the eyes of the dead fish of the Supreme Master: "I don't understand what you are asking, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Empire."

"Just call me Carl. It's a private party time, so don't be too red tape." The emperor said kindly, "Is there any news from the Phoenix Royal Court of His Majesty Finnuba that can tell us recently?"

"If you want news that is meaningful or influential to mankind, I can tell you none of it." Tigris said calmly: "If you want me to tell you, the Phoenix Royal Court will be in the near future. How many political intrigues, partisanships, secret deals and mutual temptations have taken place, then I can spend a month describing it with you in detail, and there will never be any repetition of the plot."

"Pfft~" Ryan laughed when he heard the words. Karl Franz couldn't stop laughing bitterly after hearing this, and quickly shook his head: "No need, since there is no news, it is good news."

The three were silent for a while, and Ryan took the initiative to speak: "Very good, since there is no more information to exchange, what should we do now, it is only eight o'clock."

"It's eight o'clock, it's time to take a break." Karl Franz told a rather cold joke, which he thought was funny, and made a face at Ryan and Tigris.

"..." Both Ryan and Tigris squinted at him. Ryan thought that it might not be an accident that Karl and Marius had such a good relationship. Both of them were good at telling such inappropriate jokes.

The emperor also seemed to find his joke a bit embarrassing. He raised his head and drank the champagne in his glass: "Okay, Boris and the others are playing a game of war chess in the conference hall. I also bring all my chess pieces this time. Now, maybe we can play chess in the conference hall?"

"...Is there anything else?" Both Ryan and Tigris seemed uninterested. Ryan was because his level was too poor, while Tigris felt that this kind of war chess game of humans was too mentally handicapped. The same war chess of high elves The game has a military book with a thickness of more than 300 pages and eight editions of rules. It takes at least five years for a wizard to become proficient.

"...Well, or, we can find a place to have a few more drinks and play cards? Noor University recently developed a brand new card game, and Emmanuel brought them this time. Upon seeing this, the emperor made a new proposal: "We can continue to chat, call other people, and chat while playing cards. I have a lot of Brunswick anecdotes to share."

"I think so." Ryan nodded: "At least it's more interesting than a war chess game."

"Very well, since everyone agrees, let's go." Karl Franz nodded, and the three were about to leave the garden.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, the pretty and charming Veronica approached with a glass of wine, and the witch Garland approached slowly with her beautiful feet and white fish-mouthed high-heeled shoes, and she moved towards Tiger. Reese and Karl Franz greeted each other: "Can I have a few words with Ryan?"

"Oh, of course, it sounds really serious!" Karl Franz obviously understood something, and the emperor smiled ambiguous: "Lord Tigris, let's go first, Ryan, see you later."

"See you later." Ryan was led by Veronica to the corner of the garden. The two walked to a flowerbed. Ryan asked with a smile, "What's the matter, dear, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just want to chat with you alone." Veronica raised her chin. She drank a lot today, her face was blushing, and she was bright and compelling: "Also, I don't want others to know what we are going to do."

"Hmm, what are we waiting for?" Ryan vaguely understood something.

"Morgiana is waiting for us in the bedroom at the corner of the second floor of the palace. She has already arranged the magic circle. We can go up and do some other, very happy things." Veronica took two steps forward and put her forehead Putting it on Ryan's chin: "How about it, dear, think about it?"

"Wow, dear, are you so direct?" Ryan lowered his head and kissed Veronica's flaming red lips deeply.

Veronica stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and enjoyed a good moment.

After a long time, Witch Garland breathed lightly and said playfully, "My dear, I'm no longer that shy and reserved witch apprentice. Of course, if you ask me, I'm still willing to perform."

"So, do you want to come? You can join His Majesty Carl and Lord Tigris in half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half later, or two hours?" Veronica threw it at Ryan. A wink.

"Or three hours?" Ryan made a decision.

"As you wish, it's up to you, my dear."

…………I am the dividing line depending on your ability…………

At this time, on the outskirts of Curona, a team from Marienburg did not enter the city, but chose to be stationed outside the city.

The Grand Duke of Marienburg, who controlled the entire Upper and Lower Houses of Marienburg for more than 30 years, van der Gouber-Schultz only took a few tall people with him, so he was unprepared in the field. Hang out on top.

Schultz faces at least ten assassinations every year. Under normal circumstances, he would not be so relaxed about his own safety, much less likely to leave his personal guards and "Border Watchers" pioneer grenade riders to act alone. It's really unreasonable.

Today is an exceptional day.

With these guys behind Schultz, nothing could have happened.

"That is to say, after you have been lurking in Marienburg for five years, you found out that the actual ruler of Marienburg is an undead, called Mondwald - the Cruel?" Wearing a dark green full-length dress, his back Carrying a giant sword, the Dark Angel Gene Primarch Leon-El-Jonson said to Schultz: "Very well, if it were me, this city would no longer need to exist."

"Yes, Lord Jonson, Mondwald-The Cruel was once a subordinate of Vlad von Carstein, Count of Vampires and Elector of Sylvania, and after Vlad's defeat, he entered I came to Marienburg, secretly became the underground ruler of Marienburg, when I got the revelation from His Majesty and was sent to Marienburg, I spent years entering the House of Commons and trying to understand everything, until I found that nearly 30% of the entire House All members of parliament are vampires, blood descendants of Mondwald." Van der Cooper-Schultz said to Jonson in a tone full of respect and reverence: "Even with His Majesty's blessing, I spent almost two years It took ten years to clear all the undead from the Council of Marienburg, and I killed Mondwald, and that vampire is temporarily dead, temporarily."

"That's an amazing event!" Vulkan, the salamander Gene Primarch, who was more than three meters tall, raised his fist and said loudly in a strong and excited voice: "Schultz, well done!"

"Very good." The Emperor's face, shrouded in wonder and light, looked at Curona in the distance, and he spat out a word cold and emotionless.

Just one word brought Schultz to tears. Hearing the Emperor's holy words, more than 30 years of hard work was totally worth it.

The Emperor and his party entered a farm under the leadership of Schultz. They violently destroyed the walls of the farm and directly entered the granary and corral in the farm.

It was already late in the autumn night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The serfs in the farm had already fallen into a dream, Schultz pointed to the harvest of grain and said to the emperor: "Lane's reforms have proved fruitful, and now Curona has Many serfs bought their household registration and became free people. Your Majesty, your Excellencies, you see, the warehouse is full of grain. Obviously, this family is already a free person, because it is impossible for serfs to store so much grain. The surplus food will be confiscated by the knights."

"Well, with a fairly primitive way of planting and all-natural grain ingredients, if such a handful of grains are in Sacred Terra, it will definitely lead to looting." Vulkan grabbed a handful of millet: "Ah, I really want to try it. Gran's porridge!"

The Emperor also grabbed a handful of barley. He frowned, looking at the plump grains, as if thinking and reminiscing about something.

At this moment, the scream of a little girl cut through the quiet night sky, and a little girl about five or six years old was standing at the door of the granary. She was wearing a not too thick leather jacket, holding a The stuffed doll made of burlap, the stuffed doll is already a little tattered, but the little girl likes this stuffed doll very much now, and hugs the stuffed doll tightly in her arms, her face flushed red with cold.

The big watery eyes looked at these uninvited guests in horror, and screamed: "Wo... the lady is on! You thieves! Monsters! What are you doing?!"

"Not good! Several Norsca barbarians entered our farm!" The little girl saw these tall people and immediately determined that they were looters from Norsca. She turned around and was about to go to the village. Someone called from inside: "Not good! The Norsca have entered the village! The barbarians have come to steal our food!"

"Damn!" Jonson immediately stretched out his hand to the giant sword behind him, and appeared in front of the little girl in the blink of an eye.

"Do not!"

"Johnson!"