Two Hundred and Twenty-Eight State Banquets

"Ah! His Majesty the Emperor is here! His Majesty the Emperor is here!" A man leaned against the temporarily placed railing on the side of the road, waving his arms frantically towards the broad street.

Beside him, a woman was even more excited. She squeezed on the railing, and even her voice had changed her tone: "Ah! I'm going to die! I saw His Majesty the Emperor! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Chris stood up from his position, and the Grand Magister Lonsadre saw Chris's movements and stood up as well-Luther drove very steadily, following behind the two motorcycles in front, slowly. Drive slowly through the crowds on both sides.

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor stand up, the crowd became more restless. The temporarily placed railings were pushed and shoved crookedly by the crowd. Countless people shouted at His Majesty's car, venting their inner joy.

"If you can kiss the back of His Majesty the Emperor's hand, you may have good luck in your life!" A businessman leaned on the railing and sighed. He was surrounded by employees of his company, who were pulling huge banners. On it was written the slogan Long Live His Majesty the Emperor.

On the buildings on both sides, countless flower petals were scattered, and there were crazy shouts everywhere. The guards' outposts were all over the street, isolating the street from the crowds on both sides.

"You are a well-respected leader." Grand Magister Lonsadlai said with some envy, "I can feel that you are no different from God in this city..."

"After you've fed and clothed the Grickens, let them have broadband, internet, TV, fresh fish, plenty of eggs, sugar and salt, cars, houses, and jobs..." Chris Smiling and waving to the crowd on both sides: "You will also find that so many people support you."

"What you said, Grecken should also have it. It sounds really good, at least I think many things in Alan Hill are very suitable for Grecken." After hearing Chris's words, Lonsadlai agreed. nodded and said.

What did I say you know? He even went on to say that Greken also has... These old magicians have no morals at all, they are shameless at all. Chris kept complaining in his heart.

As he waved to the crowd, he had other things on his mind. The puppet magic book here seems to be opening a door to a new world for him, giving him more room to operate.

Many technologies that were originally unattainable can be pre-researched in advance. As long as he invests a lot of time, after other industrial technologies have reached a high level, a new future will be presented in front of him.

"Long live my emperor, Alan Hill Chris!" I don't know who suddenly took the lead in shouting such a slogan. Then the crowd on the side of the road boiled, and the already chaotic order immediately turned into a frenzy to the extreme.

As if the waves were hitting the dam, the citizens crowded and pushed against the isolation barricades and the soldiers of the Guards, madly shouting the same slogan, shaking the world one after another: "My emperor... Ai Lanxi Long live El Chris!"

"Long live my emperor, Alan Hill Chris!" People shouted incessantly, so that Chris couldn't hear any other voices.

"Ah! He looked at me! He looked at me!" A young girl held her heart in her hands and felt her body tremble.

Beside her, another fat girl with freckles on her face looked unhappy: "Your Majesty is looking at me! He was looking at me just now!"

What idol can overshadow a handsome young emperor? What's more, this emperor is still single and still shoulders the heavy responsibility of the prosperity of the empire - just thinking about it makes people scream with excitement!

"Which slut dares to compete with the old lady for my dear Emperor? I'll chop her up!" A woman's frantic scream scared the soldiers of the Guards to look over involuntarily.

I want to see what a sturdy woman can shout such words.

Then, a soldier of the Guards covered his stomach and bent over and vomited...

Another soldier of the Guards helped him caress his back, then looked at the motorcade of His Majesty the Emperor, who had gone far away, and comforted him with lingering fears: "Brother, it's hard for you, I looked at the side face and my stomach is still sore. …”

The guard soldier who bent over and vomited retched and waved to his companion, indicating that he was fine. Then, after he straightened up, he couldn't help holding on to the barricade again and retched.

What is there to say? If the other party doesn't use nuclear weapons first, we will never send out... Forget it, don't think about it, think about that face again, I guess I won't eat dinner.

The state banquet is set in Seris Castle, and there is no other way. The construction of the new royal palace has not yet been completed - at the insistence of Chris, the luxurious palace has always been repaired and stopped, and there is no so-called speed at all.

Ailan Hill can repair ten Dongfeng HM-5 missile silos in a month, but can't repair a pond in the palace, which can be regarded as a good story.

After all, the construction team also needs to be cultivated. If it is not good, the knowledge magic ball will be wasted. Ailan Hill has not yet reached this level of luxury, so Chris' request is that the construction of the royal garden can be saved as much as possible, and can be stopped. just stop...

This also directly led to the fact that the newly built Imperial Palace was still in a foundation state when the Grand Magister Lonsadlai arrived at Alan Hill, and the Grand Magister and his party could only dine in the old Serris Castle.

Compared with other buildings in Seris City, which is changing with each passing day, the most magnificent Seris Castle can only be described as shabby now. There are even some traces of the years on the walls that have not been redecorated for a long time, which makes the Grand Magister of Lonsadlai inexplicably kind.

Galenok, which looks magnificent, actually looks like most of the buildings. In fact, most of the cities in this world look like this, and the new city of Ailan Hill is an alternative.

Farewell to the crowded and crazy welcome crowd, the state banquet at this moment is much more stylish. Ireland Hill's best ensembles are performing melodious tunes live, while Chris and Lonsadre sit side by side, enjoying a hearty meal from the chefs.

As soon as he picked up the cutlery, Chris realized that the old man Lonzadelai beside him was actually an old eater who had been immersed in gourmet food for a long time.

As soon as Liurou Duan came up, the old man started his own "performance". I saw him holding a fork and eating everything on the plate at once, not even the carefully carved side dishes.

Vivian, who had seen the scene at Alan Hill, was much calmer, only moving the main ingredients on the plate, ignoring the beautiful but tasteless side dishes.

Comparing with Chris next to him, Lonzadelai, who had just had no manners, also found that he had eaten something he should not have eaten, so he put down his fork, calmly concealed his embarrassment, and raised his glass. After a while, his eyes lit up.

"This wine... not bad!" Lonsadre put down the glass in his hand, feeling that he had never tasted such a delicious drink in his long and long memory. Red wine, especially the red wine brewed from the vineyards planted by Chris near Hanhai, is a rare fine wine in the high-level interior of Ireland Hill, and the taste is naturally different.

Although Lonzadelai has even tasted the elf wine with a magical flavor, if he only commented on the taste, he still felt that the red liquid in front of him was more fragrant and mellow.

He really liked the taste, so he put down his glass and said to Chris who was beside him: "When I go back, the plane you sent me seems to have many places, and I want to buy some of these fine wines. Take it back...I don't know..."

"I'll give you some. After all, red wine of this level is very precious in Ireland Hill." Chris replied with a smile.

"It's expensive?" Lonsadre asked casually.

"You probably drank a tank with that sip just now." Chris looked for a reference to describe it without changing his face.

"..." Lonsadlai didn't want to speak, and gave Chris a roll of eyes.

After the second dish came up, Lonsadlai completely understood why Vivian became a gourmet foodie and was indifferent to other aspects of Alan Hill.

After tasting a mouthful of the otherworldly version of the Enhanced Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, the great magus felt that his hundreds of years of life had all gone to the dog—what kind of mess did he eat before? In other words, this world has spoiled food for tens of thousands of years?

In the past, those famous master chefs who he often showed off to others were really worthless in the food culture of Ailan Hill. Before, he thought that the canned fish produced by Ailan Hill must be the supreme enjoyment of local delicacies. Now it seems that the canned food is really just a "somewhat unpalatable preservative ingredient" described by the soldiers of the 9th Army.

"If this place doesn't have to suppress the magical aura in my body, I'm willing to live here for a few years... Even if the magic practice is abandoned, it's worth it..." After taking a bite of the truly fresh marine fish treasures, Longsa Delai said I was about to give up my magical pursuits.

He licked the soup on his fork, sighed happily, and then plunged into the next war to conquer a dish.

Vivian glanced at the great magus she admired a little shamefully, and continued to gobble her down with shame—she can be said to be experienced, and she changed the mask on her face into a half-shaped style early on, revealing Her mouth allows her to enjoy these supreme delicacies very conveniently without wasting any time.

The female magicians who came along were embarrassed. They had to open a gap to eat a bite of food, just like Vivian's first visit to Ailan Hill.

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