Tivat Federation in Marvel World

Soon, a young man wearing 19th-century French clothing walked in.He is over 1.8 meters tall and has brown hair.

He bowed to the mustache and said in fluent German. "Dear Head of State, on behalf of France's greatest Majesty, I would like to express the highest respect for you."

"Oh, isn't it the government of the French Republic?" Mustache looked at the young man in front of him playfully. "I wonder which king of France it is?"

"No king of France can be the greatest. Only our Emperor, His Majesty, is the supreme master of France." The young man introduced with a smile. "My name is Emilian, and I am a member of the Imperial Guard of His Majesty the Emperor."

"His Majesty the Emperor's personal guard? If we talk about the emperor, then France should be the only one." Mustache asked with interest.

"Of course, only the founder of our First French Empire, the great Emperor of the French, His Majesty Napoleon I can be called the greatest Frenchman." The young man said proudly.

"So, what does this great French Emperor want from me?" Mustache asked with great interest.

"We hope that Germany and France will become allies and rule the world together. I believe that you, the head of state, have carefully understood the world. It is completely different from our time. The rulers of the world are no longer Britain and France in the past, but that A country composed of gold diggers and criminals. So our great emperor hopes that we can put aside our past grievances and jointly rebuild the glory of Europe." Emilian said enthusiastically.

"And I believe that your Excellency the Head of State is also quite dissatisfied with his former allies. And we, the First French Empire, will become your most suitable friends."

"But, I don't believe that madman." Mustache smiled, picked up a cigarette on the table, lit it, took a puff, and continued. "He is not a person who keeps his peace. I have enough reason to believe that after winning, he may stab me in the back."

"Your Majesty the Head of State, please rest assured." Emilian said with a smile. "These things also need to be resolved after we win. As long as we can achieve world hegemony, no matter who stabs whom, it will be our own business."

"Hahaha, you're right." Mustache said with a laugh. "However, I am still relatively skeptical about France's combat effectiveness. You also know that during World War II, such a powerful France was pitiful and could not persist for a year."

"Please rest assured. The First French Empire is completely different from the French Republic. Our iron hooves once traveled all over Europe. If it were not for the failure in Russia, the history might be completely different." Emilian said with a smile.

"You're very good." Mustache lightly complimented. "Indeed, the winter in Russia is really difficult. I also suffered a big fall there back then."

"I believe that as long as we both reach cooperation, no matter how cold the winter is, we will not fall on the offensive path." Emilian said.

"That's right." Mustache said, applauding. "I believe our alliance will bring about the greatest change in the world."

"First of all, thank you very much for your trust. Our great Emperor asked me to bring a gift to the head of state." After Emilian finished speaking, he waved outwards, and then, several men with mustaches held a picture. A beautifully framed painting walked in.

"This painting is a collection recently acquired by His Majesty the Emperor. One of Van Gogh's "Sunflowers". Now he will give it to His Excellency the Führer as a gift."

Upon hearing that this was actually a work by Van Gogh, Mustache immediately picked up his glasses and put them on his face to observe them carefully.

"It is indeed an authentic work by Van Gogh." Mustache said happily. "I am very grateful to your Majesty the Emperor. I believe he spent a lot of effort finding this thing."

"That's true." Emilian bowed slightly and said. "But compared to the friendship between the two countries, this is just insignificant. And we have prepared 500 rifles as gifts for the head of state."

"You can talk about just 500 rifles. It seems that these rifles are not ordinary goods." Mustache said with some surprise.

"That's right," Emilian said with a smile. "It is different from the gunpowder weapons currently equipped by various countries. These are a batch of magic rifles. This is the standard equipment of the Fools that we purchased from the Solstice Kingdom. I believe that with the strength of the head of state, these weapons can be copied soon, right? "

"This is indeed a big surprise." Mustache said with a smile. "I didn't expect you to still have contact with Teyvat."

"Just some business partners." Emilian said with a smile. "If the head of state needs it, we can help you connect with the other party."

"Let's talk about these things later." Mustache said while looking at the paintings placed next to him.

"Then, Your Majesty the Head of State, I will take my leave first. I hope our alliance is as strong as steel." Emilian saluted again.

"Then let's agree on a time to meet each other." Mustache looked at the painting and said to Emilian behind him without looking back.

"Follow your orders, Your Majesty the Great Head of State. I will contact our country right away and will give you the answer soon."

Looking at Emilian who turned around and walked out of the room, Mustache waved and called a guard around him.

"Follow us and investigate his identity carefully. See if he is a subordinate of that dwarf. Also, send lurking personnel in France to search for traces of the dwarf to see if he is really resurrected."

"As you command, Your Majesty the Führer."

Emilian walked out of the mustache gathering place and sat directly on a sign car parked at the door, and then sighed deeply.

The driver in front turned around and said with a smile. "Lord Executive Officer. Where shall we go next?"

"Remember, don't call me executive officer." Emilian said with an indifferent look. "Now, I am a personal guard of His Majesty the Emperor of France, not an executive officer of fools!"

"Yes! Sir Guardsman." The driver nodded quickly and said yes.

"Let's return to the secret stronghold in Germany first." Emilian said with a sigh of relief.Then he tore off a piece of the mask from his face, and underneath it was a young and handsome face.

He is the 12th CEO of Fools.Young Master, Dadalia.