Chapter 1044, Karl Franz on Lane

Chapter 1043, Karl Franz on Ryan

The emperor still has no airs as always. Many people will have a strange impression after meeting the emperor in the palace of Brunswick, that is, Karl Franz has never had any airs. He looks taller than many people imagined. Shorter, less dignified, and with a very crude sense of humor.

Metternich has a deep understanding of this. After seeing the Knight King's 1.95 meters tall and close to 2 meters tall and Queen Suria's 1.75 meters tall, the emperor does seem a bit short and not majestic enough. Like Ryan, opening his eyes is enough to intimidate everyone around him, and it's not like Queen Suria who can be crowned with beauty just by puffing out her chest.

But as a great imperialist and Hwangrickist, Metternich believed that Karl Franz was the best and most suitable emperor for the empire. There were only two reasons. The first was that Karl Franz He is the first and strongest declared heir of his great-grandfather, Prince William, his grandfather, Emperor Leopold, and his father, Emperor Luitpold. Legal, which made the emperor never have to emphasize his legitimacy, because it was unnecessary, and no elector had ever questioned Karl Franz's blood and imperial authority.

The second is the emperor's excellent ability. Needless to say, although Karl Franz's ability may not be the best in the old world, no matter how you say it, it is definitely better than the one in the north who will use force and fight at every turn. The wolf cub who has made no achievements in diplomacy, or the crazy woman Qiang in the south who knows nothing about the military and is keen on various social afternoon tea parties, playing with fashion, arbitrating city council disputes and having children all day long.

Seeing the emperor laughing again and again, Metternich didn't say anything, waiting for Karl Franz to finish laughing.

Who knew that the emperor was smiling, the more bitter the more he laughed, the more dry the more he laughed, Karl Franz almost pushed all the documents in front of him after laughing, the emperor closed his eyes and endured his anger: "I think I also want to arrange a big expedition to send all those incompetent nobles to their deaths. This can not only free up enough land, manors, and noble titles, but also select those who are really available from the corrupt nobles. I think Rick Isn't it impossible to gather an expeditionary force of 20,000 people here?"

"Your Majesty's joking mood is understandable, but absolutely not." Metternich immediately denied: "This will make His Majesty lose the support of the nobles."

"Ryan can do it, why can't I?!" The emperor angrily took a towel from the table and wiped it twice randomly: "You know, Metternich, there are many problems among our nobles. , I should let those greedy guys all go on expeditions! All! Every noble family must show loyalty through expeditions, I not only want them to send people, but also to pay them!"

Your Majesty wants to rebel! Metternich thought to himself.

But the diplomat also knew that what the emperor said was all angry words,

Karl Franz, who was evaluated by the dwarves with an internal affairs ability of 6 (the highest) and a diplomatic ability of 5 and a military ability of 4, could not be so stupid, otherwise he would not have such support from military nobles and commoners of Reikland.

Of course, there is still a gap. According to the latest correction of the dwarves, the value of Knight King Ryan has been raised to the legendary 667. His military ability has been evaluated by the dwarves as the highest level 7, and his wife, Queen Suria, has formulated a plan to sell medals. And after repelling Ulfric-Wanderer's Worldwalker Legion with her own judgment and command ability, her ability evaluation was also corrected, from 543 to 644.

Sure enough, after losing his temper, Emperor Karl Franz quickly restrained himself, and he restored his hearty smile: "I've lost my composure, sit down, Metternich, sit down, we still have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Metternich sat down.

Unbeknownst to Metternich, however, the Emperor was watching Metternich even as the earl-diplomat was watching.

Karl Franz's anger was all fake. He was testing whether Metternich was available, and at the same time he was pulling in the relationship between the two parties. Occasionally showing a little emotion in front of his subordinates would make the other party automatically feel close and trustworthy.

Now it seems that this diplomat is also a very man of the city, and he does not leak water, the emperor thought so.

Have to try again.

"There have always been two empires, Metternich." Karl Franz decided to continue probing: "One is the empire of emperors, military nobles, rich merchants and manor owners. In this country, there is fresh bread and butter, lingering Exhausted wealth and boiling desires, as well as all kinds of intriguing political transactions and black box operations."

"The second empire was much more numerous, and this empire was full of people who worked their way through the night, who were starving in poverty and ignorance, and that was also the empire, Metternich, do you think I said Right?"

"I don't think so." Metternich shook his head gently: "I also think that there are two empires at the same time."

"One is under the glory and rule of our lord, by strengthening the legitimacy and maintaining the balance of power among the electors, establish the authority of your emperor, control the entire empire in your hands, gather all the forces together, and reproduce the savior Glorious Holy Empire."

"The other is the split and the electors are ignoring the authority of the emperor on their own. They each have their own little calculations. The army is scattered and weak. When encountering foreign enemies, they fight on their own. They only consider their own interests and only respect and believe in the traditional culture of their own province. customs, towards the disintegration and decline of empires."

The emperor was silent, and Karl Franz leaned back suddenly, with a smile on his face: "I give up convincing you, Metternich, maybe you are right, maybe I am right, but it is meaningless for us to discuss these things now .”

"But Your Majesty, the King of Knights on the opposite side of the mountain has completed the unification!" Metternich could not calm down at this time, he said eagerly: "I think you also understand how powerful the King of Knights is now. It is an honor for the whole family. The country is prosperous, glorious and glorious, and the world knows that Knight King Ryan has become the hero of the great unity."

"Well said, Metternich." Karl Franz agreed: "I understand your request too, but where is my Eight Peaks? Where is my Old Guard? Support my Church and Where is the Holy Grail Knight?"

"..." Metternich was speechless for a moment.

"I have studied many times how Ryan achieved the great unification." Kahuang was a little frustrated: "It's nothing more than simply talking about those great expeditions. I also believe that the wealth of Rickland is far greater than that of any Britannia." Principality, but there are two things I can't do."

"The first is that Ryan has realized the first combination of teaching power and royal power in the knight kingdom for thousands of years." The emperor compared a finger: "The empire only established the empire when Charlemagne was the chosen champion of Urick, and The savior Ludwig was only close to this standard when he was blessed by Charlemagne and the white wolf god Urik at the same time, but they also failed to achieve the complete unity of royal power and religious power. How did I do it? I tried countless methods at Vikma, but it is obviously impossible. No one can make a person with several powerful legions, independent and complete financial revenue, and a huge administrative team The behemoth completely obeys orders, and His Majesty Vicma can't do it himself, that is, the Lady of the Lake Church can do it."

"Secondly, Ryan's personal strength... Even you have to admit that his personal strength has almost surpassed the limit of mortals." The emperor stretched out his second finger: "You know, Metternich, Since the Rick Guard was established, why did my grandfather build the Rick Guard castle in a corner of the city instead of directly next to the palace?"

"There are many reasons, Your Majesty. For example, knights need space to charge, for example, eggs cannot be put in one basket, and for example, because of the cost of land prices." Metternich finally said: "But the real reason is that the emperor will also be afraid The Reiksguard suddenly turned against them, so at least the Royal Guard, the Brunswick Honor Guard and the fabled Battlegard guards protect the Emperor."

"Ryan alone is an army." Karl Franz sneered: "And the two or three hundred Holy Grail Knights of the Holy Grail Knights... Suppose the Teutonic Guards of the White Wolf Knights and the Griffins of the Griffin Knights The knights don’t come out, their combat power is stronger than the combined total of thousands of knights from the Eight Great Knights of the Empire and those church knights.”

"The Old Guard, the envy of the old world, is actually a very difficult force to control. These elite veterans are so strong, too strong, that any monarch would be afraid of any slightest problem with them, and must Immediately divide, win over, suppress and dismantle, and will not hesitate even if the combat effectiveness is reduced." The emperor whispered: "Only Ryan, only Ryan can skillfully control this elite, and he is not afraid of the old guard's rebellion at all." It is possible to fully trust the Old Guards, and the Old Guards can feel this kind of trust, and the two sides can truly burst out the greatest combat effectiveness under the binding of interests and emotions."

"This is really... something that cannot be done." Metternich had to admit that the emperor was right.

"I know you don't like Ryan very much, and you have made a lot of small moves in private." Karl Franz shook his head: "Give up, Metternich, if something happens, I won't stand by you. The same goes for Keling."

"I see." Metternich was startled, his face changed back and forth, and he finally bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "But Talleyrand has already accepted a lot of our goods, if we give up like this..."

"No, keep that one, Ryan must have acquiesced." Carl Franz laughed: "We need such a secret message exchange channel, and you have done a good job on this. You know that Nuer is located opposite the gate of the Baroness's palace. That pastry house is obviously made in a mediocre way, but the price is very expensive, so what is the reason why so many people buy it?"

"Because of what?"

"Because that store was opened by Talleyrand." The emperor wiped his mouth: "Okay, this time the canonization ceremony of the ten marshals will be attended by you on behalf of the empire!"

"yes!"

……… I am the dividing line of the pastry shop………

In early October, Courona, the capital of Brittany.

A grand welcome ceremony was held at the gate of Knight King Ryan to welcome the return of the Marquis of the Badlands and Lucien, the Commander of the Three Guards of the Badlands.

And following Lucien's arrival was the second custom-made ironclad ship at Haimenguan. After many discussions, this ironclad ship was finally named-Varyag.

Similarly, after receiving the name from Ryan, Lucien, the commander of the three guards of the evil land, also renamed his thousand-person guards as "Varyag Guards".

After staying in the badlands for a few years, Lucien's skin turned darker, and his whole body looked refined and practical. Moreover, because he had been fighting in the desert and mountains for a long time, the temperament of this Winford man also began to become like a vulture in the desert. The same, the sharp edges are restrained, and the eyes seem to be searching for prey at all times.

Of course, his hair started to go bald like a vulture's.

"Commander of the bad land, thank you for your hard work, Lucien." Knight King Ryan and Queen Suria greeted Lucien's arrival on the steps, and Morgiana stood behind Ryan.

"Everything is for the lady and the king, and for Brittania." Lucien first knelt down on one knee, saluted Ryan and the others, and then presented the registry of all the soldiers and residents of the Three Guards in the Badlands, as well as the tribute There were dozens of carts packed with gifts from Belegato, the king of Eight Peaks Mountain. Ryan had no time to see what was inside, but this year Britannia also transported a huge amount of grain as a gift. The brewing materials were given to the Bafeng Mountain dwarves.

The citizens of Korona also poured out of the city, surrounding both sides of the street to welcome Lucien, who had returned from the bad land, and many bad land troops who had completed their rotation. Most of them had already served in the bad land for three or four years. A qualified and valiant soldier who has earned enough money to put a smile on everyone's face.

The Varyag Guards began to play music, singing the military music of the Three Guards of the Badlands, an Arabic-style gala music that Ryan felt very familiar with.

"Deng~dengdeng~deng~dengdeng~dengdengdengdeng~"

"Ancestors, heroic spirits, ladies, gods of the old world~"

"Ancestors, heroic spirits, ladies, gods of the old world~"

"Brave and fearless, Brittany~"

"Your knight has been famous in the world in many eras~ Chivalry is unparalleled, unparalleled~"

"Your knight has been famous in the world in many eras~ Chivalry is unparalleled, unparalleled~"

"Nation of Knights~Nation of Knights~"

"Love your lord forever!"

"In the name of the lady, judge your enemies and let them get the punishment they deserve."

"In the name of the lady, judge your enemies and let them get the punishment they deserve."

After listening to this song, Ryan almost shed tears, and the King of Knights said with emotion: "This is the Germanic court in Western Rome when the Eastern Roman Emperor, the Third Roman Tsar, and the Governor of the Venetian Roman Commercial Republic met in Istanbul in 1453. The military song sung by the Imperial Guards at the military parade held to celebrate the revival of Rome. Later, because Skarsnik, the Roman protector of Eight Peaks, thought this history was too magical, he changed Roman orthodoxy to Britannia , today through Lucien Pasha's help to hear again, Ben Ryan Sultan is really happy!"

Everyone didn't understand the meaning of this passage. Only Suria heard some weird words from Ryan all day long, such as "Lu Luo is also Luo" and "Emperor is also Luo". The Queen of Knights blamed Patted on Ryan's arm, seeing the awkward atmosphere, he took the initiative to take over the topic: "Your Majesty has started talking strangely again, let's ignore him, knights and soldiers, please come in, the palace is ready Banquet."

Only then did everyone enter the palace, and Ryan and the others sat in the guest room of the palace in Krona.

"What's the situation in Bafeng Mountain now?" After sitting down, Ryan asked Lucien: "How's the situation of the dwarves of the Anglund clan?"

"Everything is fine with King Bellegar and his clan." Lucien nodded, the commander of the bad land thought for a while, and then picked out a few important things and said: "In the past few years in the bad land, we have followed the Angland clan successively. Played more than 100 battles around Bafeng Mountain, and basically wiped out all the green skin forces near Bafeng Mountain. According to King Belega's judgment, at least in the next ten years, there will be no green skins around Bafeng Mountain. .”

"Is there a lot of casualties?" Ryan couldn't help showing joy after hearing this.

"The dwarves basically didn't have any casualties." Lucien said helplessly: "Most of them were small-scale security battles. We had more than 2,000 casualties, but Durant was able to get us a lot of recruits. "

The mercenary leader sitting at the bottom, who inherited the status of the black-hearted Lepp border baron and is now the number one warlord in the border princedom, Durant smiled obsequiously: "Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right, my lord, the border Most of the Prince's leaders accept food and housing, and win a young man from a family background for himself, and everyone is willing to come despite the loss."

"Hmm." Ryan asked some more questions, nodded again and again, the King of Knights thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "In this case, I have a question for you, Lucien, please answer it in detail."

"Please, Your Majesty."

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