Proof of the Sun King

January came, and with it came two news.

First of all, the Imperial Royal Grand Wizarding Tournament was held as scheduled.

Second, Otto, the supreme dean of the Academy of Light, withdrew from the list of competing royal chief wizards. From this point of view, the next royal chief wizard will only be in the ranks of the great alchemist Geert, the supreme dean of the Flame Academy, and the previous one. Chosen from among the chief wizards of the royal family, Senus Gehrman.

No one knows what happened. Everyone only knows that Galt led an army back to Brunswick, and Odo seems to be missing. All will be held by Kant alone, and the original Bright Supreme Dean Odo is no longer known.

The entire imperial court, the Royal Academy of Wizards, and the Church of Justice were very secretive about Otto's whereabouts. No one knew where Otto went. On the contrary, the emperor gave Geert's actions to prevent the Chaos army from releasing the ancient dragon demon Kelek. Highly appraised, he praised Galt for winning yet another great victory for the Empire under such difficult circumstances.

At the same time, the emperor also publicly praised Senus-German's great contribution to the empire's expansion of territory on Obian Island, saying that the empire needs a model like Gehrman who dares to open up and try.

Emperor Karl Franz's statement made people a little confused. Whether it was Geert or Gehrman's supporters, they couldn't figure out who the emperor favored, so they could only go back and continue to win over their supporters. Look at the situation at the same time.

The match for the Royal Grand Prix will be held in a week's time.

To this end, the emperor held a grand banquet at the Imperial Palace and invited the electors of the empire to come to watch the ceremony. Umberto Corleone, Marquis and Grand Duke of Ivey, Elector of Brescia and Duchess of Noor, Emmanuel of Wiesen, Elector of Wolfen and Grand Duchess of Osterland, Varmir -Von Zhukov and others were invited to attend, and at the same time, many great nobles of the empire and generals of the empire were also present. Everyone entered the palace, and Ryan attended as a special guest and Duke Mousillon.

It is worth mentioning that Surya rarely declined to attend the banquet because she had something to do. This action of the Duchess is considered to be a concession and compromise to Emmanuel, the Imperial Countess who also gave birth to a son for Ryan. Miria was able to proudly take Ryan's arm to the banquet and introduce the man to my son's dad.

Ryan could clearly feel that when Emilia said this, there were a lot of envious, jealous, hateful eyes and dissatisfied snorts in the whole banquet scene, but no one dared to raise an objection.

First, the identity of this child has not only been recognized by Ryan, but also recognized by the emperor. More importantly, the goddess of war Mirdia also blessed him. If you stand up at this time, you will have to face three This faction also includes a **** who has great influence in the southern part of the empire and the southern kingdoms, which the cunning electors would not do.

Moreover, Ryan's strength is too strong, and his strength no longer needs to be proved. The electors will not deliberately target and hostile to Ryan when they are not sure. Under the control of , his current status is equal to that of the electors, and no one regards Ryan as someone outside the circle anymore, he has been recognized.

Today's Imperial Duchess is wearing a high-necked tunic-style trench coat with a high-necked robe for the afternoon tea, and a wood elf dark-black fantasy staggered knee-length skirt. Under the skirt is a length of flesh-colored ultra-thin unicorn fleece pantyhose. The beautiful calf, soft, silky, delicate and moving unicorn velvet material tightly wraps Emilia's slender legs and feet, bringing a delicate and glossy visual effect.

In order to be able to hold Ryan's arm, Emilia also chose a pair of suede pumps with stiletto heels. Ryan knew that her little maid didn't like wearing such high heels because it was tiring to walk and hurt her feet. Unlike Sulia, who has a particularly good physique, she only wears it to show her majesty and status, and she understandably asks her to sit down and rest after turning around for a while: "Amelia, you are here first. Rest here, I'll go talk to Boris."

"Well, don't delay too long." Emilia gave Ryan a kiss on the face and signaled that Ryan could go. She sat in a corner of the banquet hall and tasted slowly with a glass of wine.

"Hey, Boris, why are you this Sima face again, Buddha, it's okay to fight Sima face, the banquet is also Sima face!" Lane soon chatted with the elector of Boris, the elector of the white wolf Seeing Ryan also smiled: "It's Ryan, how many mixed-blood elf warhorses did you bring to the empire this time? I have it all!"

"None!" Ryan's face suddenly stiffened.

"Then have you considered taking you and your Mrs. Surya's mounts to Middenheim. There are many beautiful mares in my stable..." Boris was still obsessed with the half-blooded elf war horse.

"I'm thinking about where I've heard this sentence before." Lane was even more covered in black lines. Before he could finish speaking, Wamil von- Zhukov appeared, the elector with a rich face with three long beards, holding wine in his hand, and said with a smile: "I think I heard the half-blood elf war horse? Your Excellency Ryan, you can't forget yours. Old friend Vamil, Boris has a soul that is so dull, and I want to have it too."

"When did we become old friends? Lord Wamir?" Ryan said with a dark face.

"Oh? Aren't we already old friends?" Elector Wamir was very familiar, and he immediately continued: "Don't you remember?"

"Don't remember?" Ryan was still wondering.

"My son, Boris von Zhukov!" Elector Wamir patted Ryan's shoulder with a "sad" expression, leaning against the old man and betraying the old man: "You guys fought side by side in the recovery of Musillon. Do you dare to say that we are not old friends?"

Ryan has nothing to say now, in this world, fighting side by side is indeed an important part of a strong friendship, and Boris von Zhukov is indeed fighting heroically in the recovery of Musilon, he can only nod: "Okay, let Let's toast to the recapture of Mousillon!"

"Cheers!" Ryan and Elector Boris and Elector Wamir cheered together.

"That's right, Boris is my son, and I'm your father~" Elector Wamil took a sip of wine: "If you are a son, you should be a little more respectful to your father and climb for your father!"

"!!! Wamir, you stupid cow of Oster! If you want to fight, just say it!" The elector of Boris immediately became angry, and he roared at the elector of Wamir: "Yuri In the name of Ke, we can have an exciting duel right at the gate of the palace, what do you think of my proposal?"

"I'm too full to fight today." Elector Wamir took another sip of wine: "I'm talking about my son Boris, what does this have to do with you? Or, do you want to be my son? My son is not so ugly, there is only one eye left, you better climb aside for me!"

"Bastard!" Elector Boris clenched the elector's holy sword at his waist: "The stinky stone in the ignorant and stubborn Oster cesspit!"

Seeing that the two electors were about to fight, Ryan quickly came out to reconcile. He stopped between the two and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what about Oleg? I didn't see him."

Lane was talking about Oleg von Zhukov, the eldest son of the Elector Wamil.

"He followed his mentor to the troll country north of Kislev to undergo a ritual called the 'Moka Trial'." Wamir was also troubled by this: "I don't know when I will be back. , I disagree, but Oleg insists, and his mentor thinks it is necessary, I can only reserve my opinion."

Moka Trial? Ryan's eyes rolled around, and he raised his glass again: "He will come back successfully. Oleg is a one-in-a-million warrior and a strong-willed man. He will not disappoint us."

"I hope so, cheers!"

"cheers!"

On the other side, the banquet corner.

Emilia's head is full of pearls, and she is wearing a full set of enamel jewelry gifted by Surya and blessed by the Emperor himself. Sitting on the side of the Imperial Duchess is a beautiful scenery, but unfortunately she is very cold, Hard to get close to.

But there are still people up and talking.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Beloved Countess." Ryan's godfather, Ivan the Griffon Duke appeared. The centenarian old general had long hair and a shawl. He was wearing a full set of divine plate armor and a snow-white drape behind him. 's cape: "It's an honor to see you here."

"Maybe." Emilia sat on the soft sofa chair, without giving the chief of the Griffin Knights and the Duke of Griffin any face: "You don't stay in your Griffin Cliff and Hammerfall? It's not like you."

"Don't be so bad, my Countess, I always thought we were friends." Ivan knew what Emilia was referring to, he smiled: "Occasionally participate in a little event, such as a banquet or something else. what."

"For Ryan's sake, reluctantly." Emilia has no plans to stand up at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Imperial Countess maintained her ladylike sitting position, with her beautiful legs raised under her skirt, calmly. At the same time, he asked impatiently, "What's the matter with me?"

"Oh! Emmanuel, are you here, where is Ryan?" The emperor also appeared, Karl Franz holding the wine and approaching from a distance: "Why did he leave you?"

"You don't need to worry about it, Carl, just say something straight, don't waste time with me if you have nothing to do." Emilia still squinted, a godfather of Ryan, a godfather of Frederick, Karl Franz wanted what?

"I have an idea……"

…………I am the dividing line of wasting time…………

When the banquet of the palace was going on, it was located at the other end of the wealthy area of ​​the imperial capital, in a small aristocratic manor with a courtyard.

In the middle of winter in January, there was no snow in the sky for a while, but the courtyard was still covered by heavy snow. There were hardly any lights in the manor, and it was quiet inside.

In the basement of the manor, two women were standing in the ice cellar, checking a corpse.

"That's why you called me out? Orika?" Suria was fully armed, the female knight was wearing a full set of Seiko vibranium plate armor, the sword of Leonasser hung around her waist, and she was wearing a white wolf behind her. The cloak of the gods and the jewelry bestowed by the gods on her body. At this time, Surya was not the graceful noble lady and the gentle mother, but a heroic female knight.

"This is what I found, ma'am." The dark elf was wearing a tight leather jacket with a cloak, a hood and a mask. Olika pointed to the corpse in the ice cellar: "He is Brunswick. The waiter at the Royal Hotel has been dead for two weeks."

"What did you find? Orika, tell me, tell me all!" Surya's beautiful golden eyebrows were twisted together.

"I found……"