Chapter 625, Vincent Van Housen

On the way back to the Elector's Palace from the Nuer military factory, Ryan, Alfred, and Ingrid rode outside on horseback. Suria and Emilia hid in the carriage. I prefer to ride a horse, but Emilia seems to be entangled with Suria, and Suria has no choice but to stay with her in the carriage.

Ingrid was still laughing nonstop. The female Norsca seemed to think that the explosion of the mechanical horse was enough for her to laugh for a day, so she kept laughing for the whole journey. Poor thing for her The horse sitting down was just an ordinary war horse. It was panting under the weight of the burly female Norsca, and Ingrid kept laughing. Within a few minutes, the war horse bent down. He bowed his waist, indicating that he couldn't do it.

The female Norse didn't take it seriously, she got off the horse, picked up the horse directly on her shoulders, and then trotted all the way, keeping up with the pace of Ryan and others.

This funny scene made the Nuer residents, Ryan, and Emilia's guards all frowned, wondering why this female Norse is so shameful? Here is Noor!

Ryan didn't care, instead he smiled at Alfred: "Ah Fu, do you know the three masters of Tyrell literature and art?"

"Three masters of literature and art?" Alfred was a little at a loss. This Templar commander is already considered educated, but he is not particularly knowledgeable. After thinking for a long time, Alfred spread his hands: "Leonardo is one of them." ?”

"That's right, Leonardo counts as one." Ryan nodded with a smile: "There are two more?"

"I don't know, just tell me, good friend." Alfred is very bachelor.

"The three masters of Tyrell's literature and art are Leonardo da Miragliano, Michelangelo Grottier, and Rafael Limas." Ryan nodded, his face glowing. With a smile: "Except for Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael didn't end well."

"Anyone who is obsessed with art is not a good guy." Alfred was not surprised at all.

"Among the three, Raphael had the shortest life span. He was originally a talented painter who left countless precious paintings, but due to excessive indulgence, he began to suffer from repeated nightmares at the age of thirty-seven. and contracted a cold, and after a few days of high fever, Raphael died first."

"Then there is Michelangelo Grottier, a sculptor who has been smooth sailing from early to middle age. He is the guest of honor in the major city-states of Tyrell and has created a large number of sculptures. He alone represents the The highest peak of art has influenced the old world for four hundred years." Ryan nodded, and he continued to laugh: "But in his later years, something unknown happened. At that time, Michelangelo was invited by the Temple of War Goddess Michelangelo To paint the dome of the temple, he offered three thousand gold crowns as a reward, and Michelangelo readily agreed,

He was asked to paint a picture depicting the heroic battle of knights led by the Goddess of War. "

"As a result, when the works were accepted, the people of the Goddess of War sect were confused, because Michelangelo painted two thousand nude girls on the dome privately." Ryan said with a playful smile: "It turned out that Michelangelo Not only did he fail to get his wages, he was also exiled to Sartosa, the principality of pirates. However, I heard that he made a living painting and sculpting for pirates in the principality of pirates. .”

"This is too Slaanesh." Alfred really showed an indignant expression: "It is only in the southern countries that there is such a relaxed atmosphere. If it is in the Empire or Britannia, I can guarantee that he will not have time to paint it." Then they will be burned at the stake.”

"It was in Tyrell that this master sculptor dared to do this." Ryan held the rein: "Don't underestimate him, he is very smart, for him, the highest palace of art is his pursuit, and Not money."

"Hmph, it's pretty much the same anyway." Alfred was still brooding over this kind of thing.

"Ryan, where did you hear this story?" Emilia showed a small face from the window of the carriage, and the Duchess of the Empire said a little displeased and embarrassed: "Why do you always talk about this kind of thing?" Do you remember the anecdote very clearly?"

"People's acceptance and sensitivity to negative information is far greater than positive information." Ryan looked at the sky: "There is no way."

"Really? But I always feel that you don't remember this matter for this reason." Emilia said maliciously: "Am I right? The child's father?"

"Uh..." Ryan was a little embarrassed, he coughed twice: "Emilia, you were not like this before."

"Hehehe~" Su Liya couldn't help but pursed her lips and snickered, the female knight hugged Emilia's waist from behind, and the two groups of elastic softness directly oppressed Emilia speechless, Suria said with a smile: "Actually, I am very envious of Ms. Veronica and Ms. Teresa. They once took risks with Ryan. This will be a precious memory. Emilia, you are all right, I am I haven’t really taken an adventure with Ryan, and even if I want to, it’s hard to have a chance.”

"That's right!" Alfred also became interested: "Speaking of which, I like the adventurous days the most, not the present. I'm not saying that the present is not good, but I just think that experience is more interesting."

"Adventure is a means, not an end." Ryan smiled slightly after hearing this: "To be more clear, if you don't really want to be a mercenary or an adventurer for the rest of your life, after taking risks for a long time, either Dead or disabled, sooner or later he will have his own noble title and territory."

Everyone nodded, this sentence made sense, because even an ordinary mercenary, if he could survive the endless wars and adventures, five, ten, twenty years, after such a long war, he would still be able to survive. Being able to survive proved the strength of the mercenaries, and some nobles would not hesitate to give a title of knight or knight, and once they had the title, it was impossible to go out and take risks.

This is the case with Ryan. It is not impossible for him to go out to take risks now, but at what price can he move the Duke? The god-chosen champion and sanctuary powerhouse of the fairy in the lake?

Now Ryan even does not need him to play in person in many situations.

"So, I used to be an adventurer until I got an arrow in the knee." Ryan laughed.

This sentence is widely circulated among mercenaries in the old world, but in fact, the original intention of this sentence is not to say that the retreated mercenaries are all disabled or that the knees of the mercenaries are particularly fragile. "Arrow" means kneeling on one knee to propose marriage, which means that the mercenary has already married and can no longer go out to take risks casually.

Like Ryan himself.

"It's not just one arrow, you've hit a lot of arrows!" Emilia said angrily, "Ryan, you are such a loser, why didn't your knee get shot through? Why are you still riding a horse?"

"Hahahaha!" Ryan laughed loudly and didn't mind.

Duke Mousilon is one of the first twelve Holy Grail Knights, the orthodox heir of "Victor" Landuin. If he doesn't even have this kind of tolerance and self-cultivation, how could Ryan be favored by Landuin?

It can only be said that it will take some time for the Duchess of the Empire to vent her grievances.

……… I am the dividing line of the Eight Virtues of Knights………

At the same time, in Nur's Elector's Palace, Ryan temporarily stayed.

The head maid, Sylvia, was blushing. She looked very serious, and she ordered the servants to clean the room loudly, with a bit of momentum, but judging from her expression, she was actually very excited.

Her father is coming back.

"Hurry up, President Oliver has already entered the city." Sylvia ordered loudly, and she walked back and forth in the room until she heard a cold voice with a hint of playfulness.

"You are very happy, master's head maid." The dark elf Orika was wearing a black and white maid outfit, white pantyhose with black pointed strap high-heeled shoes, and a black windbreaker on the outside. She stood On one side, he turned a deaf ear to Sylvia's orders.

The head maid has nothing to do with Olika. As the head maid, she can control all the servants in the castle, but she just can’t control Olika. As Ryan’s personal maid, Olika has always been responsible only to Ryan: "If you don't want to do anything, go back to your own room, don't stand here and hinder us!"

"Hey, our head maid is so imposing now?" There was a smile on Olika's coquettish face, she raised the corners of her mouth, and stared at Sylvia with amber eyes: "Did you forget something?"

"You!" Sylvia suddenly remembered something, and the head maid was ashamed and annoyed: "What are you doing?!"

"What I want to tell you is, don't take your superficial understanding to understand what I'm doing." Olika shook her head, and she looked at Silvia with an idiot expression on her face: "You don't understand magic Know nothing!"

"If that's what Ryan ordered, then you do it, and if that's your obligation, then you do it." Sylvia's temper also came up: "But please don't hinder me now."

"Ouch~ Your father is finally back, aren't you very excited?" Olika pulled her black hair back: "Do you want me to set off a firework for you to celebrate?"

Sylvia finally gave up entanglement with Olika, and the head maid quickly ordered the servants brought by Suria to clean up the entire suite. Within a few minutes, Oliver, the president of the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, led two wood elves to disappear. Before the guests and a middle-aged man arrived at the Elector's Palace, Oliver and the others were immediately let go after a brief inspection because they had greeted them in advance.

This middle-aged man has long golden-brown hair and a simple goatee. He has a rather unique aura of a scholar. He is wearing a simple white shirt, a red vest and a brown windbreaker. The original brown trousers are tight. He was washed a little pale, facing the luxurious Elector's Palace in front of him, he seemed a little uncomfortable and a little disappointed: "It's been more than ten years, and I finally returned to the south by relying on Sylvie, but I Where is the location?"

"Mr. Vincent, I want to say that you are much better than I imagined." Oliver's figure is still a little fat, but it is much better than when he was the fattest. The same low-key, just judging from the appearance, Oliver's life has been very good in the past few years, his complexion is rosy and shiny: "I thought you would be more..."

The middle-aged man next to Dahaoshang is about 1.75 meters tall. He is thin but not very thin. He has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes but does not look old. He is in good spirits and looks about forty years old.

"Worse? More thin?" The middle-aged man is naturally Sylvia's biological father Vincent Van Housen. He said with a wry smile, "This is all thanks to His Excellency Elector Wamir."

"Thank you?" Oliver was a little surprised. Why would an ordinary Britannian diplomat thank the local elector?

"The cultural level in Osterland is not high." Vincent said with a wry smile: "After being sent to Osterland, I was very depressed at first... I will talk about it later."

"Okay!" Oliver nodded, and the businessman knew that Vincent wanted to talk to Ryan face to face.

When several people walked into the place where Ryan was staying, there was a scream with a strong sense of whimpering. Vincent was taken aback by the voice, and then he was knocked back several steps in a row: "Father! You I'm finally back! Woooooo~ Father!"

"Sylvie?" Looking at the head maid who bumped into him, Vincent barely recognized his daughter's appearance. It took him several seconds to confirm that the beautiful head maid in front of him was really his daughter.

With trembling hands, Vincent also embraced Sylvia in his arms, and patted her on the back gently: "It's okay, Sylvie, it's okay."

At this time, Vincent, who had experienced the wind and snow in Ostland for more than ten years, looked at Sylvia. The man who had suffered a lot and never complained could not help crying. He hugged Sylvia tightly. His own daughter "I'm back, Sylvie, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, welcome back! Father!"

About twenty minutes later, Ryan returned to the Elector's Palace with a few people. Emilia had a lot of things to deal with and didn't stay any longer. Alfred took away Ingrid who was very interested and said that it was Ryan's internal affairs, so when Ryan returned to the big suite, only Ryan and Suria were left.

Seeing Ryan coming in, the father and daughter who were talking on the sofa and Oliver immediately stood up: "My Duke!"

Vincent took the initiative to come out. He bent down and bowed to Ryan, with sincerity and excitement on his face, and even a little trembling in his voice: "Thank you very much, Mrs. Ryan, Mrs. Suria, thank you very much for letting me There is an opportunity to be able to reunite with the family.”

"It's okay, it's easy." Ryan reached out to shake hands with Vincent, and Duke Musillon said softly: "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvie's father, and I am Suria's husband. Now that I know this After the incident, I made up my mind that I must help Sylvie, I used to have no strength, but now it is great to see your father and daughter reunited!"

"Lian..." Sylvia was tearful, and the head maid was obviously moved: "Thank you."

Maybe this is a small thing for Ryan now, but for ordinary people, no one would take the risk of offending Francois to try to get Vincent back, only Ryan, and only Ryan, Only after he and François defeated Heinrich Kemmler did he dare to speak up.

The two parties greeted each other, then sat down and enjoyed the fireplace and afternoon tea. Olika brought out black tea and exquisite pastries for everyone to taste. Ryan took his wife Suria's hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Vincent, I I thought you would be more…”

"Worse? More skinny?" Vincent couldn't stop smiling wryly when he heard the words: "Ah, there is a reason for this, my Duke."

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