Chapter 1072, Astronomers and Entomologists

When Archaon led the army to the center of the Chaos Wasteland to prepare for the coronation ceremony of the Eternal God, Britannia's diplomatic activities were still going on.

Just inside the Palace of Fontainebleau, the great nobles of Noor and Britannia are chatting happily.

On the side of Britannia, the military heroes headed by the Duke of Behemond and the Duke of François, especially the guys who have been named marshals, are proudly sharing their views and scenes that will almost never last. Endless victories.

On the Nur side, the proportion of merchants and great engineers will be more, but it is obvious that military nobles are the protagonists, headed by Nur Marshal Erstein, Nur Judge Theodore Bruckner, and A group of Nuer generals, most of the command system of the Nuer army has come to Brittania, which not only makes people wonder whether those who stay in Nuer can deal with the trouble if there is an accident.

As Ryan's capable general and the chief political commissar of the 1st Guards Lancers, Beria Gulag was not very popular at the banquet. On the one hand, his temperament was too eerie, on the other hand, as a Nuer , the Kislev Maozi blood in the north is destined to be despised, and Beria does not have the charm, marshal status and illustrious military exploits of Marshal Rokossovsky, so he is naturally disgusted by the Nuer people. Ya, but rarely communicate with him.

It's fine, Beria doesn't care much, he just stands in the corner and observes everything, silently eating, thinking about what he should do next, the things on Kislev's side are basically over. It's completely over, and Beria's sense of existence is gradually becoming less and less.

As a bureaucrat, Beria is well aware of his role to Ryan. He knows that he has to be able to avoid troubles, but even more so, he can make Ryan depend on and reuse him only when he comes. He has the opportunity to continue to climb.

But how exactly?

While Beria was still thinking, Talleyrand, the high elf Talleyrand, who was wearing a full set of fine clothes, with long hair parted in the middle, and leaning on a cane, had already dealt with a large circle of nobles, and the lame man had obviously drunk After several cups, he came to Beria quite easily: "Can I rest here for a while? Mr. Chief Political Commissar?"

"Whatever you want." Beria picked up a handful from a large plate of macaroni with tongs, added a lot of black pepper sauce, and then chose a glass of orange juice and a large sirloin steak for himself. Leland didn't have any special liking, but he didn't have much dislike. He liked talking to the high elves, but he hated the high elves' style of hoarding wealth and taking bribes everywhere. Beria admitted deep down that he was jealous of Talleyrand Good at dancing, and popular with everyone: "I just think that you should prefer that environment, Monsieur Talleyrand."

"No one likes one kind of environment forever, Mr. Beria." Talleyrand smiled playfully as he looked at Beria's lake-green military uniform and the various medals he intentionally wore. The high elf glanced at his chest. He found a place to sit down, cut off a roast goose leg with a silver knife very elegantly, and said with a smile: "Even if you like to be sociable, you will get tired sometimes. By the way I want to talk to you too."

"What can we talk about?" Beria wondered what Talleyrand wanted, but the Ugol accepted the challenge.

"Oh, Asuryan, we have a lot to talk about, don't we?" Talleyrand turned his attention to Knight King Ryan, Queen Suria and Countess Emilia who were in the center of the banquet: " Just like them, there are always endless topics to talk about."

There is no doubt that Beria and Talleyrand are both Ryan's close ministers. These two guys have always had different opinions in front of Ryan, but they have a good relationship in private. Beria put down the orange juice: "Nur's visit this time is really big. As many people are worried, if something happens to Wessenland or Nuer, can Nuer solve the problem by himself?"

"What's the problem? What's the problem?" Talleyrand thought for a while,

Shaking his head: "Beria, you are used to strongman politics. You may not be very clear. Nuer and Wessen already have a highly autonomous city council and local self-government army. They don't need a supreme leader that much. North of Nuer is Rick Territory, Sol Territory to the south, Aviel Territory to the east, and Castle Breeze in the Gray Mountains to the west, there is nothing particularly to worry about.”

"Really?" Beria did not intend to argue with Talleyrand on this point, and the Ugol continued: "I always think that this kind of parliamentary and self-governing system is not conducive to concentrating the power of the whole country."

"Yes, you are right." Talleyrand pulled his voice, and the expression of the high elf was indescribably playful and interesting: "But my Mr. Beria, don't you understand? Dictatorship decides the upper limit, enfeoffment decides The lower limit, parliament and local self-government may not be able to reverse everything, but it will not be too bad. Besides, you think about it, Nuer has been running smoothly for nearly two decades without their duke and then waited until the daughter of Emmanuel The prince is back, and what about us in Britannia? Assuming that His Majesty the Knight King...including His Majesty the Queen go out together, how long can the entire kingdom run smoothly? One year at most, no more."

"But he succeeded." Beria said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, your majesty succeeded, and your majesty is the greatest." Talleyrand shrugged indifferently: "but do you know that the reason why your majesty is so great is because he is your majesty, and your majesty is him. Try another person? Who? Dare to do this, John I, John II is proof, no one can be like him, no one."

Beria frowned after hearing this. Hearing Talleyrand's words, it seemed that the high elf didn't take everything about King Lane seriously?

This is not easy to answer, Belias thought for a while, and said with a serious expression: "For me, there are no two suns, and only Your Majesty has one sun! I will always be loyal to Your Majesty, and other things are out of my consideration!"

Talleyrand let out a long sigh, and the high elf first sized up Beria from head to toe, and then curled up the corners of his mouth to the limit with a smirk: "Look, that's the reason, Beria Sir, as I said, as long as His Majesty is here, the whole kingdom will be safe and united."

Beria suddenly realized, but before he could say anything more, Talleyrand went on to say: "Your Majesty's prestige is amazing. This is the basis for him to do many things smoothly, but too many things are dependent on him personally. For example, the abolition of noble privileges, such as the governorship system, these things are carried out by His Majesty's will. If Your Majesty...you know, the old nobles and the descendants of nobles who have lost their privileges will definitely carry out extremely strong Counter-offensive will be counter-attack, lose the title of nobility within three generations, control the judicial power through the local circuit court, and the governor system, etc., all of which can no longer be implemented, and may even be destroyed by retaliation.”

"But he is His Majesty." Beria insisted: "He is our king, he can do it."

"Yes, it is precisely because he is our king and His Majesty that I, Talleyrand, will follow him willingly." Talleyrand smiled. He watched Ryan talking and joking with Suria, and the King of Knights secretly Dropping a few drops of lemon juice into Suria's wine glass aroused the queen's anger, and the cripple smiled happily: "I am just a jester, and the jester's duty is to tell the king that he is not omnipotent, and he is not what he imagined. The land is so powerful. Kingship has no eternity. When His Majesty is blinded by vanity and pride, I am responsible for reminding him, and you are a single minister. The good news is that His Majesty seems to be difficult to be blinded by arrogance. At the same time, his life is long There's almost no end in sight."

Talleyrand's words made Beria frowned slightly. Although they were unwilling to admit it, the Ugols still knew that what Talleyrand said was true.

"So what about in Ulthuan?" Beria put down the silver knife and fork, and the Ugol tried not to look so curious: "The Phoenix King doesn't need jesters?"

"Yes, the Phoenix King doesn't need jesters. On the contrary, the high lord of Tyrion needs jesters very much, but he can't tolerate jesters. This is why Talleyrand is destined not to have a bright future in Ulthuan." Talley Lang nodded slowly, and the high elf gave a long sigh: "The elf princes of the high elves crowded the entire administrative center, they resisted change, resisted the power of change, rigidity and conservatism filled the entire Phoenix royal court, any slight change would cause Their fierce opposition is not that no one has a long-term vision, nor is it that no one wants to take action against the current recession, but the answer is that the bill will not pass."

"Hey, as long as the cakes of those noble families and elf princes are touched, various factions will immediately unite against them. Everyone only focuses on the immediate interests. Many people can't do anything, but they can let the Phoenix King or the war lord It can’t be done, which means that any policy that wants to be passed must be negotiated, married, lured or even threatened by force.”

"Any policy is time-sensitive. A proposal that took decades to pass has already passed its best time." Talleyrand sneered for a while: "With these insects, how can we do a good job in politics."

"So this is the defect of enfeoffment and republic. Although it can't be too bad no matter what you do, it is still slowly declining as a whole." Beria thought thoughtfully: "Dictatorship may bring the country to its peak, or it may Will it lead into the abyss?"

"It's a pity that Lord Tyrion could neither bring Ulthuan to its peak, nor have the opportunity to bring Ulthuan to the abyss." Talleyrand said meaningfully: "That's why I came to the old world."

"You seem to have ignored the Phoenix King?"

"Fenuba is in the Phoenix Court."

The two were silent for a while, and Beria spoke: "I think we need to do something, Talleyrand, I have a proposal."

"Say, I'll think about it." Talleyrand nodded.

"It is said that the little Eternal Queen will come to the old world and plan to negotiate with the dwarves?" Belia's eyes burst into flames of ambition.

"What do you mean?" Talleyrand's eyes lit up.

"Why don't you take the lead, and I'll arrange it, how about it?"

"Can!"

On the other side of the banquet, dressed up, wearing a black court dress with floral silk, peach powder, rain, and black curtains, with bright golden waterfall-like hair behind her head, and a pair of beautiful long legs wrapped in black pearlescent oil. The silky satin pantyhose with T-crotch, and the creamy white bowknot pearl pointed-toe high-heeled shoes with camellia pattern, Suria, the knight queen, held Ryan's arm and smiled at her husband: "Look at Beria and Talleyrand. Guys are sitting together, maybe planning something!"

"I know them, it's just a matter of coming." Ryan didn't care, the King of Knights was confident that he had the ability to control these two close ministers, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "Ma'am, if the Emmanuel-class land battle cruiser can't solve the power problem It seems that it is impossible to enter the battle."

"Nur is also at this level." Emilia was wearing a classical hip-wrapped skirt with a crown of marigolds and flame carvings, a duchess laurel crown on her head, and ultra-thin jacquard polka-dot fluorescent pantyhose wrapped around her beautiful legs. Unconvinced, she held Ryan's other arm, and the Duchess of the Empire blushed unnaturally. She whispered in Ryan's ear: "Don't you have a way? I remember you have."

"Lian can't guarantee that it will be resolved, Emilia." Suria smiled and covered her mouth, and the female knight's sea blue eyes stared at the little maid: "You Nuer didn't have the conditions to fulfill them, so don't do it so easily. Fully agree."

"It's all because Ryan's indicators are too high!" Emilia felt her legs go weak when she smelled Ryan's breath. The small tongue and hands make a "V" gesture, which represents the strange expression when he is completely victorious.

Of course, the next morning, Frederick kept asking himself about the embarrassing situation where he slept comfortably with his father last night. Emilia grabbed her son in shame and annoyance and spanked him. As a result, the bear boy was strong Unbelievable, he didn't hurt at all, but Emilia's hands were sore and sore, so angry that she kicked her son away.

On the contrary, Frederick understood his mother very well. During this period of time, his son tried not to disturb Emilia and Ryan alone. He led a group of second-generation military nobles to hunt and hold competitions everywhere, and forcibly forced them from Ryan's royal stables. He took away a pure-blooded elf war horse, saying that it was time for my father to give me a gift, and Ryan had no choice but to give it to him.

The three of them sat down in an unoccupied lounge. Ryan hugged the relatively petite Emilia from behind, let her sit on his lap, and stretched out his hands on the sacred and inviolable legs of the Queen of the Empire. Taking advantage of it, he asked Surya, who was sitting next to him leaning on his shoulder: "What is the lady doing recently? She hasn't appeared for a long time."

"Ma'am, you are busy using your divine power and your psionic energy to build a large barrier to defend the land of Brittania." Suria gently kicked off her high heels and sat with her legs bent, moving the delicate The silk feet were given to Ryan to play with. The queen and Ryan were often very relaxed when they got along in private. She said softly: "Ma'am, it is basically finished."

Emilia had softened into a puddle of mud, and the baroness didn't even want to say anything other than holding Ryan's big hand tightly, and she was so comfortable that her nose kept humming.

"That's it." Ryan turned his gaze to the east again. He could feel a huge change in the east, but under the interference of the great guardian and the maelstrom, his sensing ability was limited, so in the end, nothing happened.

"It's daytime for Lustria right now?" Suria looked at the night sky outside the window, and the Queen of Knights looked at Emilia, who was limp in Ryan's arms, and said with a smile, "Since you've decided, hurry up." .”

"Hmm!" Ryan closed his eyes upon hearing this.

The surge of powerful psychic power like a tsunami tore a crack in the mortal world and the subspace, and a psychic communication was established tens of thousands of kilometers apart.

"Wei, Brother Fu, zaima?"

The damp and distant Lustria, the capital of the Legion of Ashes, Constantinier.

The Primarch, the Emperor's Son, Chief of the Ash Legion, and Fulgrim, the purple phoenix, had veins popping out of their heads. He gently put down the firm, plump and slender legs of the wood elf princess Karona wrapped in flesh-colored garter stockings, and put them on Karona put it on the soft sofa, motioned for her to rest for a while, tidied her clothes, and then connected the psychic call.

Fulgrim's tone was obviously a little unhappy.

"buzai, cmn!"

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