Warhammer Throne

Hunter Marshal Marcus Wolfhart was the only Emperor Karl-Franz's only strong man in the sanctuary who could be mobilized relatively easily, because this was his direct subordinate.

Wolfhart is wearing a blue noble costume. His unique lantern sleeves and leggings illustrate his identity as the leader of Midden, and his strong northern accent and many ancient Thuringian words Talking made him out of place at this state banquet, and the hunter marshal, who was born as a farmer, seemed to have no intention of joining the circle of nobles. He just immersed himself in eating and drinking, and treated the fine sparkling wine and champagne produced by Curona like water. Pour a bottle down.

But even so, Wolfhart still got enough respect. This powerful man of Sanctuary's preliminary strength killed an emperor dragon with three arrows through his heart. The strength is enough, the so-called aristocratic etiquette is not so important. , This dark world needs a hero after all.

"Hello, Lord Ryan." Wolfhart nodded at Ryan, his bushy beard covered with champagne and food scraps.

"Wolfhart is one of the people I trust most. I don't think I need to say more about his glorious deeds. You know." Karl-Franz was very interested, and he said loudly: "After receiving Arari After K’s letter, I almost wanted to send him on an expedition."

"Alaric?" Ryan was a little strange.

"Imperial Ruscia Expeditionary Army!" Karl Franz raised his glass: "Alaric has brought good news. Our expeditionary force has successfully established a stronghold in Ruscia. Waiting for us to support! His letter stated that although the harvest was good, the exploration was not smooth. They lacked enough muskets and siege weapons. The Council of Lords of Rick is discussing whether to send a stronger and more elite army to support. The expeditionary army."

"Oh? Congratulations, Carl, Ruscia is not an easy place to conquer." Ryan smiled.

"But Alaric's harvest is really amazing. If you have the opportunity, you should really take a look. It's all fist-sized gold, piles of silver, various jewels and ores, and obsidian things!" The emperor Yue Yue The more excited he said: "Alaric believes that these wealth falling in the hands of the lizard people is simply a violent thing. Only our empire can bring real civilization and order. You can rest assured, Ryan, your brother, seems to be called Fu Root? We won't hurt him. I also prepared him an earl title. He can come to my court as earl at any time as long as he wants. You won't blame me for crossing the boundary?"

"Hehehehe~ Carl, drink and drink." Ryan just laughed and didn't speak: "So are you planning to send your Marshal Hunter on an expedition?"

"Of course not." The emperor thought that Ryan's reaction was a bit strange, but Karl-Franz was very interested tonight and drank a lot of wine, without thinking too much: "Wolfhart is indispensable for things in the old world. "

"Well, that's really a pity." Ryan opened his hands with regret: "Ruscia has lost a champion warrior."

"Hahahaha~" Karl Franz did not force Wolfhart to hang out with them. The emperor and Ryan found a corner of the palace garden. He laughed at himself and said: "Ryan, you know why Victor was crowned Didn't you come?"

"Busy business?" Ryan and Carl sat on a stone bench together. Ryan thought to himself that it was a pity that Archbishop Vekema did not come, otherwise Mogiana could meet with Vekema once, and perhaps there would be other gains. .

"I went to the Cathedral of Justice to look for him." The emperor shook his head: "I told Vicma to be crowned and told him that maybe he should follow me to visit Kurona. Vicma gave me some time to convince him."

"You failed?" Ryan was very interested.

"I told the archbishop that this was the invitation of the Green Knight, and the lady in the lake instructed that I and you must be united." The emperor's expression was very bitter: "As a result, Vicma became furious. He said that I am The imperial emperor actually chose to believe in the words of foreign gods, and refused to bathe in the glory of Charlemagne, who is absolutely just and absolutely correct?! He told me to get out and get out of the cathedral of the **** of justice with heresy, otherwise he would send someone Drive me out."

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly. He could imagine the embarrassment of the emperor at that time. Vicma was nicknamed the Perseverance. Once he made a decision, he would not waver. Karl Franz must have been the ascetic monk and war priest. Half sent and half driven out.

"Will you encounter this situation at the side of the Lake God Witch?" The emperor is obviously very interested in how to balance royal power and religious power. Whether it is an empire or Brittany, the religious power often overrides the royal power. There is a true **** in this world, and how to get along with the teaching power is a profound knowledge.

Karl-Franz has always been curious and envious of how Ryan and His Royal Highness have always maintained a close and cooperative relationship with Maugiana. At the previous state banquet, Maugiana was sitting on the left hand side of Ryan. The two people There was a lot of interaction between them. The lake **** witch, who had always been icy in front of people, faced Ryan gently, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, often whispering in her ears, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Ryan was also very different.

"No, it's less." Ryan shook his head: "What matters to your Royal Highness, we all discuss it together. She respects my decision more."

"How do you do it? Can you share it?" Karl Franz asked, "I spend a lot of energy every day."

"Uh..." Ryan thought that my method didn't seem to work well for you. Duke Moussilon groaned for a moment, making the emperor think he was thinking, and then slowly said: "Let’s talk frankly and openly. Personally, individually, find a place where no one is disturbed, and have a good talk."

"Can you be more specific?" the emperor asked. In fact, he and Archbishop Vekema still had a lot of opportunities to talk alone. Ryan was too general and too general.

"In this way, Carl, you find a chance to go to the gym or fighting arena in the palace or the cathedral with Vic Ma, hand-to-hand, wrestling, and earnestly compare one or two matches." Seriously and solemnly said: "Whether you win or lose, then you arrange a private barbecue banquet, drink and eat meat together, create a relaxed atmosphere, seize the opportunity, and talk frankly. It should be effective."

"Is that so?" The Emperor Karl-Franz was surprised how he heard it, but he wanted to try it and it didn't hurt: "Well, let me go back and make arrangements, cheers, Ryan, for our respective countries!"

"cheers!"

In addition to Karl Franz and Ryan Macado’s happily chatting, the entire Palace of Curona is indeed very hot. In history, there are very few banquets of this level that brought the Empire and the nobles of Breton We gather together. Although both the imperial and the Bretonians look at each other unpleasantly, in a practical sense, the people of the two countries are indeed of the same origin, the origin of the Bretonians. It was the Bretons who had crossed the Grey Mountains at that time. The cultural difference between the two was that the Bretons were more influenced by the elves. Except for the belief in the fairy in the lake and the belief in Charlemagne, the folk beliefs of the two parties were basically the same. , Statutory holidays are also very close.

Even so, cultural estrangement still keeps the two peoples often hostile to each other, territorial disputes and conflicts of interest have been intermittently throughout the millennium history.

It can only be said that human beings will never understand each other, and seeking common ground while reserving differences is already the limit.

François, Baudric and Marius talked, their territories already include all the best wine estates in the entire old world. Obviously, the two dukes and the elector are quite good at winemaking and management. Have experience and accomplishments.

The Elector of the White Wolf, Boris Toddbringer, and the Duke of Bastogne had a very happy conversation, their personalities are very close, the Midden collar and the tens of thousands of beasts in the Drachwald forest The war between the people and the tribes never stops, and the Principality of Bastogne also faces the frenzy of wild orcs from the Ardennes every year. Both parties are very knowledgeable about how to fight the orcs.

In the palace, Ryan’s wife Suria, the imperial queen Helena, and the imperial lady Emmanuel shared the parenting experience together, and Luitpold II took the little Frederick and little Devin together. Hill was playing crazy everywhere.

"Sister Su Liya, long time no see." Emilia enthusiastically took Su Liya's arm: "You will be a queen soon, wow, I envy you!"

"Thank you." It must be a fake to say that you don't want to be a queen, but Su Liya always feels that there is something in Emilia's words. She is a little unaccustomed to pull out her arm: "I haven't congratulated you yet, Emily. Ya! Didn't you bring her this time?"

"Bring it, but Lem is still too young." Emilia shook her head again and again, and the imperial lady's delicate and charming little face turned red. She proudly showed off to Su Liya: "Tomorrow, I will again Bring Rem to the palace and find her brother Devonhill, okay? Sister Suria?"

"Uh... of course, welcome, Emilia." Su Liya felt a little uncomfortable being run by Emilia.

Just this summer, Emilia gave birth to a beautiful girl for Ryan and for herself again. As she and Ryan said, she named the little girl Lem and named her Princess Noor. The princess came with Emilia this time, but did not attend the banquet.

Emilia saw Su Liya's unwilling expression, and she was secretly proud, she once again took Su Liya's arm: "Sister Su Liya, Sister Helena, I brought many gifts from Nuer this time. , It's all for you, come and have a look with me!"

Emilia did bring a lot of gifts this time, and Su Liya could feel Emilia's sincerity and sincerity, and she did not refuse.

"Okay!" Helena immediately agreed after hearing this, and the three most powerful women in the old world walked towards another room in the palace.

On the other side, the High Elf Supreme Master Taigris was talking to Veronica and Teresa. There was no emotion or expression in Taigris’s voice. He watched Veronica carefully. With his ability to cast spells and manipulate the magic wind, he nodded slightly: "Yes, Mrs. Bernadotte, compared to the last time I met, your magic has improved a lot."

"Thank you, Lord Targris." Veronica finally found the opportunity to show off her promotion to Sanctuary and her new abilities. She was very respectful and bowed very seriously: "Thank you for your guidance, very grateful."

"My guide is just to give you a key and teach you how to open the door of the room. Everything after entering the room is up to you." Targris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff, his pair of dead fish The eyes turned to the glamorous female warlock wearing a long dress and dress with some unwillingness and loss on her face: "As for Ms. Trovik, don’t be disappointed. The way a warlock is promoted is different from that of a wizard. Every warlock impacts. The methods of Sanctuary are relatively unique and not easy to copy. What you have to do now is to accumulate enough magic knowledge and magic equivalent. As for how to condense your blood, I will take a moment to help you look up the books of the White Tower of Hess. You can also ask how your mother did it."

Ice magic does not belong to the eight winds of magic. Although Taigris is the highest master, his knowledge of ice magic is relatively limited, because the elves simply don't like this kind of magic.

"My mother had an adventure at the time. She found an ancient sage relic in a wasteland in Kislov, and obtained a huge amount of pure ice energy from the stone pillars of the ancient sage relic." Teresa He shook his head with disappointment: "This ancient sacred relic has been largely unearthed since the founding of Kislov for nearly a thousand years. It is really hard to find."

"Perhaps, you can find a substitute." Targris carefully observed Teresa's magic: "I need some time to look up the information and call Bellanal to ask if he has any information in this regard. "

"Thank you very much." Teresa also bowed to express her gratitude. Targris nodded, and he turned and left, heading towards the garden.

"Hmph~My little princess, you have today too, hurry up, hurry up and show your respect and loyalty to me as the elder Jialan!" Veronica saw Taigris go, her attitude immediately Becoming completely different from before, she provoked towards Teresa with her hands on her hips triumphantly.

The Garland Witch is wearing a cuckoo fascinating light purple ripple velvet evening dress. The neckline of the dress is raised high, showing her pride. The long dress has a high slit, and a pair of slender and straight, wrapped in ultra-thin. The beautiful legs in flesh-colored suspender stockings are stepping on a pair of open-toed fish mouth high heels, the pink nails of silk feet are painted with red nail polish, the garter rings of the garter stockings are still butterfly ribbons, and the bright and charming face is no. Out of pride, the sweet apricot eyes are filled with the joy of counterattack.

"Huh! Veronica, you wait!" Teresa's evening dress is shorter than Veronica, and everything else is roughly the same. The difference from Veronica is that she wears gray rompers. The socks and the neckline were not as low-cut as Veronica. The female warlock was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet after such a provocation, but she really had no way to fight back.

"Hey, more than ten years ago, I wanted to step on you all day long." Veronica's provocation was taken away, and the Garland Witch said helplessly: "As a result, we are now in the same camp. , It's boring... Trovik, where's your mother?"

"Mother?" Teresa's expression was somewhat subtle: "Look, where is it."

Veronica looked in the direction Teresa pointed, and now, the expression of Witch Garland became a little more subtle.

Aurora also wore a light blue off-the-shoulder tube top evening dress. Under the skirt were beautiful legs wrapped in black transparent stockings and beautiful feet wearing black pointed high heels. She was sitting on the sofa in the corner, and Next to her, the Elector of Wolfen from the Empire and the Grand Duke of Auster, Vamir von Zhukov is paying great attention to Aurora, and the Elector of Vamir has a green light in his eyes. Toasting and looking for topics, Aurora also talked with him out of courtesy.

"Oh, it's the old pervert." Veronica covered her face with her hand, and the electorate of Wamir, whether it is military ability, internal political ability, or personal martial arts, is an outstanding existence, otherwise the emperor would not be the original elector. After the family was extinct, he chose to inherit the titles of Elector and Grand Duke, who was still the head of the Bull Knights at the time.

But there is a problem with the elector of Wamir. He often can't control his lower body. In addition to his two prostitutes, Oleg and Vasily, he has publicly admitted at least ten illegitimate children, and there are many public ones. Mistress, it’s not disclosed more. Veronica only knows that Kislov’s female ambassador to the Empire is the lover of the Elector of Wamir. There are at least a dozen female councillors in the Garland Council who have expressed peace. The Elector of Mill has had a relationship.

"Dear Teresa, are you going to have a new dad?" Veronica teased.

"...Veronica, let's go and take a look." Teresa frowned: "Mother, she is very interested today, she drank too much, and it won't be good if she makes a wrong decision."

"Alright alright."