broken world

Someone once asked Yang Xiaoli if she would feel tired. From the alliance to the empire, and then from the empire to the alliance, the number one wise general of the alliance always walked towards places that no one expected.

Are you tired... Maybe you have.But what fate imposes on people cannot escape anyway.

Only those who are in the vortex of fate will understand how heavy the responsibilities are on their shoulders.

Walking in the silent corridor with Siegfried Gilfies, Yang Xiaoli lost her mind for a while, but was quickly recalled by the sweet voice of the red-haired marshal:

"Miss Mercaz?"

"Yes."

"That reply..."

"Hands up."

Yang Xiaoli said lightly.Although she knew that Minghong would quickly guess who made it when he saw this reply, but... it is really a shocking thought to be able to deflate that man who looks gentle and harmless but is extremely black-bellied. What makes people happy.

During the conversation, the two entered a medium-sized reception room.

The layout of the reception room matches Reinhardt's dislike of luxury. Yang Xiaoli couldn't help recalling the plot when Reinhardt moved into the senior officer's dormitory after Anne Roger left the Schwazi Annex.

The history of ascension to the throne was one year earlier, and Gilfies did not die in the City of Vultures.

Where the torrent of history will flock to, probably even Ming Hong doesn't know.

When Yang Xiaoli walked into the reception room, two tall crystal glasses and a bottle of opened red wine were already placed on the table in the reception room, and the blond overlord was standing in front of the window gazing at the sparse lights in the new Sanssouci Palace.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, his back is a majestic and powerful existence.

But in Yang Xiaoli's eyes, he is still just an ordinary person.

This may be the result of the cultivation of a democratic republic.When facing anyone, he will be treated as an ordinary person as an equal.

When the Admiral Alexander Bicgu was in the Mar Yadit star field battle, when the flagship was about to be destroyed, he still raised his glass and said to Reinhardt: "Yang Weili can be your friend just like me, But they cannot be your subordinates." (Note 1)

This is perhaps the most obvious way to express the true meaning of democracy.

In a democracy, all people are equal.There is no mandatory requirement of who must be subordinate to whom.

Therefore, being an autocratic monarch is actually sad.

Not having an equal friend...

But when Yang Xiaoli turned her eyes to the red-haired marshal who was pouring red wine into the glass, she showed a relieved smile again.

I almost forgot, and he was...

Even if the entire universe is against Reinhardt, he will stand by Reinhardt without hesitation.

So, Reinhardt is not alone.

Holding the wine glass, the blond overlord turned around slowly. Even though his facial expression could not be seen clearly against the light, he could still feel the majestic gaze from the ice blue eyes.

Yang Xiaoli stood up, lowered her head and made a simple salute: "Your Majesty."

Gilfies handed the goblet containing the red liquid to Yang Xiaoli, and Reinhard held the glass high in his hand: "Cheers!"

"For His Majesty Emperor Reinhard!" The red-haired Marshal's joy came from deep within his heart.

In fact, Yang Xiaoli really wanted to follow other ordinary people and casually say "for the new empire" and "for the Royankram Dynasty". However, she didn't have much joy in her heart for the birth of a new autocratic monarch. .

Moreover, the ascension of Reinhardt means the arrival of a great battle between the empire and the alliance.

She couldn't be happier.

However, if you don't say something, you really can't justify it.

Therefore, the female general of the alliance decided to say: "For the new future of history."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the blond overlord, and soon the three wine glasses collided with a crisp sound, and the fine wine in the glasses was drank down.

"Miss Anne Roger is coming soon, I'll go to meet her." The red-haired Marshal hurried out.

Yang Xiaoli felt a sweltering heat hit her head.

It's over... I seem to be a little drunk.

I vaguely recalled the last time I got drunk in my mind. It seems that I drank a lot of wine at the celebration banquet to celebrate the capture of Iserlohn Fortress... I don't remember, the next day... Everyone seemed to have weird expressions. Anna also said... the next time you drink, you must drink until you fall asleep in one breath, the wine is too scary...

Yang Xiaoli raised her head, which was beginning to become heavy, and found that Reinhardt was not in her field of vision.

have they gone?Does that mean I can get a good night's sleep.

Yang Xiaoli was out of focus and poured the rest of the wine in the bottle into the glass vigorously. The red liquid spilled all over the table. She raised her head and drank it all down...

Vision became blurred, and the door of consciousness slowly closed, as if someone had taken the cup from his hand and was still talking about something...

No, I can't hear it, and... I can't see it.

Yang Xiaoli had never slept so deeply.

It was as if he just closed his eyes one second before, and opened them until dawn the next second.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning when she woke up again, and Mrs. Crocker enthusiastically brought her a cup of hot milk to drink.

Yang Xiaoli sipped her milk, and asked tentatively, "When did I come back last night?"

Mrs. Crocker's expression suddenly became serious: "It was Adjutant Schneider and the admiral who sent the lady back...Miss, how could you be so careless that you got drunk at the New Emperor's celebration party."

Getting drunk...well, the expected thing.I just hope there's nothing ugly about it...

"Um...then did I talk nonsense when I was drunk?" Heck, don't call me Yang Xiaoli... Nima, it's really terrible. If I knew it, I wouldn't drink the first glass of wine .

"No." Mrs. Crocker's words reassured her.At this time, Merkaz's voice came from the intercom:

"Shirley, are you awake? Dad has something to tell you."

Mrs. Crocker changed her clothes before opening the door to let Merkaz in. Yang Xiaoli saw that Merkaz's face was more serious than Mrs. Croker's, so she couldn't help repeating the topic: "Father, if I get drunk, Whatever nonsense you say, it must be nonsense, please don't take it to heart, father."

Merkaz shook her head to show she wasn't talking nonsense.

Only then did Yang Xiaoli feel relieved.

But... If I didn't say anything, why do you all have such ugly faces?

"Next time, no alcohol, not even a drop." Merkaz said with rare seriousness.

"okay."

Yang Xiaoli's straightforwardness did not ease Merkaz's face. On the contrary, Merkaz asked: "Last night... after getting drunk, do you have any memory of what happened?"

Yang Xiaoli lowered her head and thought about it seriously, and found that she didn't have any impression of it just like the time she was drunk in Iserlohn, so she shook her head.

"Then have a good rest." After Merkaz walked out of the room, Yang Xiaoli rubbed her messy hair, but still couldn't figure it out.

At this time, the sound of tight parking and uniform footsteps came from downstairs.

"This is the private residence of General Mercaz, who are you?" Schneider said.

"Security Bureau, ordered to monitor Miss Shirley von Merkaz. From now on, Miss Merkaz is not allowed to leave here."

Yang Xiaoli's mood fell to the lowest point.

Greenhill...

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