【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Reinhardt believes that Oberstein will definitely make Archbishop de Villi suffer a bit, and then use this person as a basis to come up with some relatively valuable things.

He was even ready to indulge Lord Military Affairs Minister [-]%.

But unexpectedly, Oberstein took a relatively conservative approach this time.

He just began to interrogate him very routinely, and the various reports followed the rules, and he didn't feel that he paid much attention to it—it seemed that in Oberstein's view, the value of Archbishop de Villi was already very low.

In fact, Reinhardt also felt that it was relatively low, but it didn't seem to be that low.

And what was even more interesting was that this M. de Villi seemed to want to see himself.

It is said that he screamed "I want to see His Majesty the Emperor" when he was torn from the battleship, and he still screams this sentence until this morning-this part is also included in Oberstein's report up.

Oberstein had no objection to meeting this man, or rather he didn't care whether he saw him or not.

To be honest, Reinhardt is still a little curious about this person, even if he said that he will not interfere with this matter for the time being, this sentence does not prevent him from driving off to watch the show.

Now the only thing blocking him from meeting this person is nothing more than his own grasp of the rhythm.But if seeing this guy can bring some very practical benefits, of course Reinhardt can immediately give up the rhythm and have a good communication with him.

De Villi knew this too.

After discovering that Reinhardt was not very interested in him, he adjusted his strategy very wisely, saying that if he was given a chance to meet the emperor, he could provide very valuable information to the empire.

It was already very late when the news came, the emperor had already had dinner and had a rare time to relax—in fact, it was difficult for him to really relax, because even when he was playing, there were usually only subordinates around him.

However, he was in a good state today, and beside him were Gilfies who was forcibly detained for dinner, Mittermeier and Mecklinger who were invited to dinner after they came to report the matter.

If only Gilfies and Mittermeier were there, the following activities would become very problematic: the combination of these three people is very unsuitable for playing cards, and it is too dark to be outdoors.

But luckily Mecklinger was there too.

Because of his existence, this period of boring time, which should have been composed of straightforward and crude low-education soldiers who were bored and smelled of alcohol, turned into a quiet and full of silence as if in a salon with flickering fire in the fireplace. A night full of romantic imagination and fragrance.

Mecklinger's talent is simply incomparable.

The conversation started with a crystal brooch in a silver setting on the emperor's casual clothes today.Taking this as a starting point, Mecklinger first chatted with them about the decoration taste of Goldbaum’s house, and then extended to the general aesthetics of jewelry craftsmanship in modern times, and then turned a corner and began to talk about the revival of classicist style in the period of Rudolf the Great. The style of the times, and further extended to the origin of Art Nouveau in the Earth Age, the art philosophy system of early Greece and the Renaissance, and then changed to the same long wine history and anecdotes, and then mentioned music and expression.

The emperor listened with great interest.

This is not surprising.

Oddly enough Mittermeier understood and was attracted - even though as he rose in status he began to be exposed to a series of things related to "high taste", but he was undoubtedly impatient with them.But Mecklinger managed to get him interested.

Finally, when he took them to find a room with a piano, started to introduce them to the most basic knowledge of music theory and successfully guided the emperor to play a few simple chords, all the other two could think of was applauding.

And just when Mecklinger wanted to further show the charm of the piano to the gentlemen present, Shuttley, who touched the wrong place because they changed rooms, finally rushed here and brought de Villi to the emperor. News from the Archbishop.

After listening to Suterai's words, the emperor wiped off the smile on his face, and put on a calm and indifferent expression, and silently stopped on the keys with his slender and graceful hands.

Gilfies' expression hardly changed—now no one could see clearly what he was actually thinking through his smiling face—while Mecklinger showed a thoughtful look, and Mittermeier directly frowned. raised his eyebrows.

Then the emperor named one of them.

"Mittermeier."

"What, Your Majesty?"

"What's your impression of this Mr. Archbishop?"

"As for his own words... the information I know is not enough to form an impression. But I really have a bad impression of the Earth Sect."

"Then do you think I should go see him?"

"Whether you see me or not, of course you have your own considerations, I can fully understand, but..."

"Go on."

"Maybe you think I'm naive. Although I know you will choose to go, it still makes me feel that you are too condescending. He doesn't deserve such a qualification."

After hearing these words, the emperor's expression seemed to become much gentler.He took his hand back from the piano, and folded it squarely on his knees: "This is actually tolerable——Mecklinger, what do you think?"

The handsome general smiled.He has black and glossy shoulder-length hair, and two playful classic mustaches on his lips, giving people the feeling that he can go directly to the stage to play the musketeer of the Queen of France just by changing clothes.

"It seems that there is not much harm in meeting? You know, Your Majesty—everything comes, and the only thing to do is to respond. But I have to admit that the current situation has made me have some inappropriate associations."

"for example?"

"For example, in the distant past, priests used to be able to manipulate the fate of a country. For example, a Bohemian fortune-teller could hold the mind of a duchess if given the chance. You see, legends of kings and devil-incarnate priests always It will appear in those dark and magnificent fantasy stories-but in reality, the demon monk cannot be responsible for the fate of the Tsar."

The emperor finally smiled.

Then he stood up from the piano bench and said, "Your Highness, please accompany me to change clothes. Lieutenant General Xiuterai, please arrange a convoy. Your Excellency Marshal and General can go back to rest first, but please don't worry." What are you missing, when I am free tomorrow, I will share with you the adventure of tonight."

Forty minutes later, the emperor's convoy arrived at the detention building under the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The emperor never liked to bring more entourages, so there were only a dozen or so people present this time. Correspondingly, the reception party was also very trouble-free.

Oberstein personally greeted the emperor, and then asked people to arrange for the unrelated personnel brought by the emperor to rest in a cold and polite manner as usual—he was really very polite, because he didn't ask people to also call Gilphia Take it down and rest.

The emperor briefly exchanged a few words with him, and Oberstein said that the archbishop was indeed ordinary.

"Actually, the need for a meeting is not too great." He said lightly to the emperor who had already arrived.

Reinhardt was unmoved: "It's okay, I also want to see what other tricks he has."

"Your Majesty, I suggest that you give him a suitable result as soon as possible. As far as this person is concerned, a definite and limited result is much more practical than a more likely but unpredictable future."

The Earth Cult has completely lost its center, and even if there are repetitions afterwards, it can only be crushed by the state machine in the end.If the emperor agrees, Oberstein will immediately stop entangled with this shrewd and oily 30-year-old man who is used to pretending to be a professional actor, and will not hesitate to hand him over to the confession drug or the gallows. His death could do far more good than some of the secrets that might exist buried deep in his heart.

This time Reinhardt is on the side of the Minister of Military Affairs, but he does not intend to express specific opinions.

After a rough discussion, Minister of Military Affairs stayed in the monitoring room with Gilfies, Xiulet, and Qisri.The emperor himself went to see the archbishop.

Everyone is not too worried about the safety of the emperor.

Even if the earth really suddenly appeared, they didn't believe that the Archbishop, who was in a state of mental and physical exhaustion and was not strong, could successfully threaten the 1-meter-long, professional combat-trained, extremely strong, powerful Be an emperor who fights desperately with the enemy on the first-line ground battlefield.

The emperor himself was even more fearless, after all, he had never been afraid of anything in his life.

But what he didn't expect was that when he walked through the corridor with the guards and was about to reach the door of the archbishop's interrogation room, there were fast approaching footsteps behind him.

He glanced back and found that it was Gilfies.He ran up to him and stopped, and raised his hand to signal the door of the interrogation room: "Your Majesty, please allow."

Reinhard paused for a moment, and then he understood that the other party felt uneasy.

This is actually completely unnecessary.No one would believe that the archbishop really had supernatural powers or had any special means to confuse the emperor.But Reinhardt, on the other hand, was glad he was worrying about himself like this.

If there were no other people around, then maybe the emperor would have behaved less in line with his status and rules.

But there is a problem.

So Reinhard could only smile at him, and at the same time carefully controlled the hand he wanted to raise: "But he is not a demon monk, and I am not a tsar."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Gilfies didn't resist at all, "But please allow it anyway, Your Majesty."

"……Can."

After thinking about it for a while, Reinhard decided to let go, so in the end he walked into the room accompanied by Gilfies to meet this person.

As Oberstein said, he is a man of about 30 years old who looks nothing special, his hair has been shaved, and he is somewhat thin and not straight.

Seriously though, now Reinhardt can't see what he looks like at all - his face is badly bruised, swollen even after days of rest, and the bridge of his nose and parts around his left eye look like blisters. It is high and raised, with a strong color of purple mixed with bruises. It is possible that the structure of the bones has been destroyed.His left cheek and mouth are also almost completely crooked, and he appears to have lost some teeth.

Reinhardt wasn't sure there was any hope of fully recovering such a face.But maybe Mr. Archbishop doesn't need to restore his face, after all, he may not live to use it.

Reinhardt didn't say hello to him, but sat silently on the pre-placed chair, looking at the archbishop across the table.Gilfies took the vacant seat beside him.

He didn't need to introduce anything, he didn't think the other party would fail to recognize him.

The archbishop watched him for a moment.

Reinhardt could feel that he was satisfied with his arrival—he might even be a little proud of it, looking as if he was sure of getting himself in one fell swoop.

Of course, this possibility cannot be regarded as completely non-existent, but Reinhardt still feels that it is really vague.

Finally, the other party spoke in a strange manner: "His Majesty Emperor Luo Yankram..." The magnetic and quiet voice sounded good, but the sound was a little weird due to the problem of the mouth.

Reinhard reluctantly nodded slightly at him.

"Your Majesty, your choice today is absolutely correct." He showed a slightly distorted smile, "But what happens next cannot be leaked to others..."

Reinhardt maintained a cold expression: "Don't worry too much, no one dares to monitor where I am."

This is the truth.Now what is seen in the monitoring room is just images, and the purpose is to ensure safety.Even if it is openly legal, even Oberstein still cannot monitor the emperor.

But it was obvious that the other party cared more than this.

The archbishop turned his head stiffly and inconveniently, and moved his tired but still burning eyes to Gilfies: "Is this your new Grand Duke? He is really an outstanding and lucky person, but even if he is Nor can he be as fit to hear truths and secrets as you are."

"Who is suitable is up to me to decide."

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please trust me..."

The archbishop fell silent.He just had bright eyes and looked at the emperor with a quiet smile.

And the emperor looked back at him with an unmoving expression—it was absolutely impossible for Reinhardt to send Gilfies away as he said, but such a stalemate was really unpleasant.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the people around him stand up.

At this moment, the emperor was really surprised.

He was only a little bit on the verge of losing control of himself and reaching back for his clothes.But unexpectedly, Gilfies did not leave after standing up.

He just turned to face the emperor and took a step back, bowing respectfully to Reinhardt and extending his hand.

Reinhardt understood that he wanted his own hand.

Although he was a little unresponsive, he handed him his hand immediately after.So Gilfies directly pulled him up, held his hand and led him to turn around and walk out without hesitation, and stepped across the threshold under the archbishop's shocked and unbelievable eyes.

The door is closed.

The emperor couldn't bear it any longer, so he sprayed a little, and couldn't help laughing for a while: "You are really terrible."

"This kind of person often needs some reminders so that he can recall who is in charge." Gilfies said seriously.

So this temporary outing ended in such a sloppy way, but the emperor who made the trip in vain got an indescribable good mood because of it.When Oberstein came to inquire, he only said that he would "hang this self-righteous guy out for a few more days" without giving any instructions, and then he took care of him a few words before leaving on his own.

"It's very late, today... how about living in the palace?"

After the two of them sat in the car, closed the door firmly, and confirmed that the sound insulation of the middle compartment of the car had been turned on, the emperor took advantage of this good mood to say what he had been thinking about all day.

"Okay, Your Majesty." Gilfies agreed without blinking his eyes, as naturally as if he just promised the emperor to hand him what was in his hand.

The emperor actually knew very well that even if Gilfies stayed overnight, he was just finding a room in the palace for the night, but his mood was still better.

He even began to secretly feel that maybe he could be more presumptuous in front of him.

So, after chatting with the other party intermittently about business matters, the emperor finally tried to lean his body quietly and slowly, and leaned his head on Gilfies' shoulder while making as little noise as possible.

Then, nothing happens.

Gilfies also seemed to be very used to the emperor's behavior-he did often do this in the past many years-so he didn't notice anything unusual.For tens of seconds, he just let the other person lean on his shoulder, continuing their conversation completely normally.

The emperor's hanging heart was completely relieved.

He's really starting to let up.

He even reached out secretly and grabbed Gilfies' sleeve a little bit.

Although the opponent's epaulets were pressed against his face, and the uneven and hard texture made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he really didn't want to move at all.Before the car stopped, all he wanted was to be so brazen on his shoulder.

But after a while, Gilfies moved.

Somewhat suddenly, he leaned forward slightly, pulled his shoulders out from under the emperor's face, and at the same time gently pushed away the emperor's hand holding his sleeve.

Reinhard froze on the spot, and his whole body began to feel cold.

But fortunately, what he was worried about didn't really happen.

Gilfies didn't speak, but leaned to one side to make room for movement, unbuttoned his jacket and rolled down the sleeves on the side of the emperor, and then relaxed his back and leaned back on the seat.

"There will be traces." He explained to him like this, and at the same time tapped his cheek with his hand.

The emperor stared at him with wide-eyed eyes for a moment, then nodded dully, leaned over, and leaned back on his tactile shoulder with only his shirt left.

Then there was a long silence in the carriage, because the emperor was really speechless.

But in the end, he expressed his general feelings with actions—before the car reached the parking area of ​​the New Sanssouci Palace, the emperor finally mustered up the courage to stuff himself into Gilfies' arms again, and put his arms around his neck, imprinting his lips on the collar of his shirt.

He won't find out.The emperor thought so.

After all, I don't use lipstick.

Gilfies felt that something was wrong.

He has always known that his feelings for the emperor are very complicated, but today he suddenly realized another fact: the emperor's feelings for him are also very complicated.

Or more complicated.

At least his recent performance is no longer so like the little boy he has known since he was 10 years old, with simple and strong feelings, stubborn personality and strong sense of leadership.

In the past, his attitude towards himself was always straightforward and self-willed, sometimes with a certain sense of command, but at the same time very lacking in the right way and deeper emotional expression-the other party was "following him by his side" Taking it as a matter of course, as a matter of course, and it will not change no matter what happens, this determines that one day he will unintentionally forget his own value, and even trample on his dedication.Although he knew in his heart that his meaning to him was definitely not just a subordinate, but sometimes Gilfies could only ask himself to be as polite and tactful as possible and to keep quiet.

But now, at last on the throne, needing to further consolidate his authority, sweep away all potential threats, and become as ruthless as possible, the Emperor is constantly revealing himself—while others may not perceive or understand it, this The supreme monarch is indeed constantly expressing his feelings of concern, respect, attachment, pampering and even obedience to one of his subjects.

If it was said that he had controlled him for more than ten years in a certain sense in the past, now this situation has begun to reverse, because the other party is lowering his figure almost without a lower limit.If the situation does not change, Gilfies may have the opportunity to completely control the emperor and monopolize the state affairs in a few years.

But he didn't understand why the other party behaved like this, nor could he see through his purpose.

You must know that power is the life of a king, and Reinhardt usually has no suicidal tendencies.

After finally washing up, standing in this room with a swan landscape painting in his well-fitting pajamas, Gilfies realized belatedly—he had been lying in this room for a few hours on Reinhard’s birthday but I didn't bother to observe - this room was probably prepared by the emperor long ago for himself.

All the furnishings are in line with his own aesthetics, and all the supplies are in line with his habits. Some things were used before he was injured and recuperated. He thought they had gone somewhere long ago, but he didn't expect the emperor to move them in. Come to the palace.

He also found a large pile of uniforms and casual clothes in his size in his closet.The workmanship and materials of the uniforms are extremely exquisite, and there is every reason to believe that they were made by the emperor's royal tailor.The casual clothes are also of excellent quality, some of them seem to be in line with their preferences, while others are not.

If Gilfies guessed correctly, this part should have been chosen by the emperor for himself.He wanted to see himself dressed like this.

This made Gilfies begin to feel vague and unexplained anxiety.

But he still pulled himself together, briefly checked the closet, and pre-selected clothes for tomorrow's self.

Even though he knew he could control the emperor, he knew he couldn't at all.

Although the other party can break the promise that has been repeated thousands of times without hesitation, regard himself as an obstacle to his glorious future, easily cut off all friendships because of a little political interest, and abandon himself without any psychological burden, but It would never be possible to repay him with equal cruelty.