Chapter 1295, Romantic Belonging to the Empress

Katarin was lying on her back on a large soft velvet bed. The spacious room was surrounded by golden curtains. In front of her was an iron-gray door. Her tall, glamorous and slender figure was undoubtedly revealed.

The empress is wearing a silver royal long dress, which is very loose and gorgeous with many layers of folds. The hem of the long skirt is inlaid with countless sequins and silver ribbons. The shining large diamond necklace, with a sunflower blooming in the middle of the diamond, is extremely gorgeous and dignified.

Slender neck, light-colored lips, flawless skin, slender phoenix eyes, glamorous face, and finally, waterfall-like black hair with ice-blue halo and beautiful long hair. Under the long skirt is Olika's pale hair. The calf of the courtyard's special ultra-thin Aurora series of honey-gold high-waist silky suspender stockings, stepping on a pair of 8cm suede stiletto high heels, wrapping and restraining the jade feet of the stockings.

Katarin stared blankly at the ceiling with the giant chandelier hanging, the female czar gasped softly, and was speechless for a long time.

She felt that she was still floating in the clouds and couldn't come down. She just felt that her whole body was in an extremely relaxed state.

This... This is simply impossible to refuse!

After maintaining this state for a long time, she said to the ceiling: "Well... Fort Marien sent me a message that Grand Duke Valverde invited me back to serve as the chief magic advisor of Fort Marien. I have been rich and prosperous all my life, and I have been paid a super high salary."

"Super high salary?" A man's voice sounded from the room. He stretched out his hand to play with the czar's radiant pantyhose calves, and gently felt her icy body and her icy body through the thin honey-gold stockings. Delicate skin: "How tall?"

"The employment fee for the first five years is 20,000 gold marks, and you can sign a lifetime contract. The annual salary is 2,300 gold marks, and a large amount of real estate is directly donated, and a title of member of the House of Lords is attached." , I had to tell the truth: "This is the original words of Grand Duke Valverde."

"Then what do you think?" The man gently took off the queen's high heels, and carefully played with and kneaded Katharin's snowy feet in stockings: "I can tell you, I can't give you such high heels." Annuity."

"Don't do this, the pillow will shift!" Katarin hurriedly told the man to move a little bit, the queen's butt was placed on a pillow, her body was slightly arched, and she watched the man continue to take advantage of her feet and legs , couldn't help looking away: "It's all...it's like this, we're all like this, it's impossible for me to go to Fort Marien anymore."

"That's it, then I'm relieved." The man smiled. He didn't move any further, but took a step forward and turned over to lie beside Katarin: "To be honest, you will take the initiative to invite me. I'm very happy." surprise."

This man is naturally Ryan, but when he received Katarin's initiative to invite him to come to his villa for dinner and a good night together the day before yesterday, Ryan was really quite surprised. He thought to himself that Katarin was still sneaky before And want to cover up? Why are you so active now? Has our empress really figured it out?

In fact, Ryan guessed right, Katharine did figure it out.

If I knew it was so cool and comfortable and could help me restore my country, why would I refuse?

The three Kislev guards have been formed, and Ryan has fulfilled the agreed conditions. Although Katarin feels very humiliated, once she accepts this setting, it is really incomparable.

After the previous surrender and indignation, Katharin’s self-esteem belonging to the empress resurged. She thought to herself, as the last blood of the Romanov royal family, the empress of Kislev, why did I engage in sneaky and shady things? ?

Similarly, Ryan, who received the invitation, was also thinking about a question,

That's why I, as the King of Knights of Brittania, the prestigious Ryan Malcador, acted like a thief?

In this way, after many trysts, the two parties finally put aside a series of prejudices, estrangements, transactions and positions, and really had a pure love exchange. The two parties arranged a garden party and candlelight dinner according to the established romantic ceremony. , a private dance concert, and finally a good night together.

The two kings also played together. Ryan used the traditional Bretanian french horn, and Katharine played the balalaika, a classic instrument of Kislev. Orthodox Roman gala music.

The whole process is quite romantic.

Ryan is okay. After all, this guy is already a little proficient. The women in his backyard have arranged this way, and he has no pressure like Katarin. It was a deal. The female czar has no conditions and abilities to go back. He is at ease.

So after waking up in the morning, the two of them took advantage of the opportunity to come a few times.

Katarin was so excited that she couldn't even move her fingers, she was already paralyzed.

"Because...yesterday was...the correct day." Catalin panted, and the female tsarina couldn't help but blush when she said this: "We agreed...you will let me."

Ryan glanced at the pillow underneath and nodded slightly: "Are you sure?"

"No, back then... I mean, didn't Teresa try many times to get pregnant?" Katarin said lazily: "The secret medicine may not always work, so it's best to try more. , that's right, if you... come more, the chances are naturally higher."

"Okay, but what I said before, you must take off the crown at that time." Ryan held Katarin's black lace tulle gloves: "Can you agree?"

"As long as Kislev can be restored, I'm willing to do anything." Katarin silently shed two lines of tears.

I'm sorry, father, this is the only thing my daughter can do for Kislev, and... he is indeed attractive, generous, and strong... I can't resist it at all.

Beria's "psychological counseling" ability is really good, Ryan thought so.

Since the female czar broke through the bottom line, she has been broken through the bottom line again and again. She actually has no bottom line in front of Ryan now. It is nothing more than that Ryan is relatively virtuous and will not embarrass her too much That's all.

"Then you really don't plan to go to Fort Marien?" Ryan then asked.

"If you really don't want to go, I will be your female courtier and full-time secretary, if you don't mind." Katarin then shook her head: "I have experienced and experienced too much, and I don't want to be wandering anymore."

"Okay, you have a good rest." Ryan bowed his head and kissed Katarin's pale lips and silk feet lightly, and then said that he had other things to do, and two ice and snow guards outside immediately came in to help Ryan. After getting dressed, Ryan waved his hand to signal them to step back, rinsed himself a little, put on his own clothes, then greeted carelessly, opened the door and went out: "Let's go."

"Let's go." Katarin watched Ryan leave. She saw two ice and snow guards coming up, and immediately stopped: "Okay, I want to lie down like this, you all get out!"

"Yes." The ice and snow guards immediately understood. One of the older faces was full of shame and anger, as if he was deeply ashamed that Kislev's country had to rely on this to maintain his life, while the other's eyes gleamed, his face I am full of envy.

Coming out of the queen's villa, Ryan smelled the smell on his body, and after confirming that there was no problem, he planned to leave the Bulgari Royal Hotel.

As a result, Ryan found that Devonhill was poking his head in the corridor of the hotel. When the youngest son saw that it was his father, he shuddered: "Dad?"

"Stinky boy, what are you doing here?" Ryan was about to reach out and pat Devon's ass, but suddenly realized that his son was already around twenty, and he was a man.

"It's nothing, Dad, Alisara... When did she come to the Palace of Fontainebleau? I don't even know." Devonhill pouted: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Ryan followed Devonhill's eyes and saw that the former little queen was enjoying breakfast under the service of a waitress. She was wearing a fresh and romantic lace dress with Strawberry Morning Milkshake, like a delicate flower , every move is full of a sense of nobility, elegance and dignity, and at the same time, the sense of being a girl in the blooming season is particularly strong, which can be radiant or royal.

"What do you want?" Ryan squinted at his young son.

"Nothing, just look." Devonhill shrank his head, and the youngest son couldn't help but glanced again: "You haven't answered my question, father, why is Alisara here and no one is here?" tell me?"

"Why did I tell you?" Ryan stretched out his hand and pinched his son's shoulder, with a smile on his face: "That's your little sister-in-law!"

"Tsk, Frey, you stinky brother! It's not that Nur is close!" Devonhill complained: "Although I think there seems to be something missing in Alisara now, she is still so good-looking, Frey. Why did Brother Lei Chou..."

"That's your brother!" Ryan "smiled" and lifted his younger son up directly.

It's delicious but dumplings, isn't it?

"Ouch!" Devin Hill looked at it again with some reluctance, and he argued, "Not married again!"

"You can't do it without getting married! Me, your mother, and your mother Lilith don't agree!" Ryan dragged Devonhill away from the Bulgari Hotel, and the King of Knights said angrily: "Don't think about it, she is your little girl." Sister-in-law, you have no chance, and don't you have your sister Nestella and sister Arohan already?"

"That's true." Devonhill felt a lot better when he thought of his beloved Twilight sisters. He rolled his eyes and defended himself: "But my uncle Guilliman told me!"

"Oh? What did your Uncle Guilliman say?" Lion knew how blessed Devonhill was. This little bastard was not only favored by all the Primarchs and the Emperor, but every Primarch would occasionally take some time to give him Take one or two private remote video online tutoring classes. During the class, Devonhill dared to ask any questions. He even asked Uncle Johnson what the secrets in the Caliban Fortress were, and the organizational structure of the inner ring. How to manage the Dark Angels and all sub-groups through the inner circle.

Zhuang Sen actually explained part of it, but only asked Devon Hill to swear an oath of silence not to speak out.

"Uncle Guilliman said, when you meet what you like and what you want, you have to go after it boldly. It doesn't matter if you have sharp ears or not, he supports me!" Devonhill waved his fist: "And Uncle Sanguinius also supported me."

"Then have you finished the courses of Uncle Guilliman and Uncle Sanguinius?" Ryan continued with a dangerous smile: "And the courses of His Highness the Green Knight and Karard?"

"Uh... I'm still here..." Devonhill's face became ugly, and there were more than a dozen primarchs, each of whom gave him homework!

"Go then! Or your mother will be angry."

"Yes." Devonhill left wearily.

Ryan watched his younger son leave, sighed, and shook his head.

As May approached, several things happened in succession.

Lilith, the fairy of the lake, and Orika, the pale queen, set off for Ulthuan again to prepare for the second elf civil war. They took Alisara away and asked Ryan to wait for their good news.

Callard and Lawn received orders from Ryan to lead a Britannian army of about 30,000 people to station in the capital, Korona, and pay close attention to the actions of the Chaos army.

The major electors of the empire were summoned by the Imperial Parliament, and four electors left for Brunswick.

At this time, Marienburg has sent envoys to the flagship "Green Wolf" of the Chaos Fleet with a generous gift of one hundred cars. A generous gift.

The envoy was very polite. He first "apologised", saying that it was the imperialists who "unauthorizedly started the war" and caused "allies to be stunned". Our Marienburg is an autonomous city and it has nothing to do with us, but we still have to express our sincerity sorry.

Then came the "Apology". The representative of the envoy presented hundreds of senior talents from the Marienburg Talent Market to pay homage to the distinguished Khan of the North. Thousands of livestock were used to compensate the Norska brothers for their hard work. One hundred gold leaf food Cars, to ensure the Norscans on the way back to the country.

Then there is "contract revision", that is, "soldiers are stored in the warehouse, and the alliance will be formed forever."

The three Grote brothers laughed. The eldest brother Otto deliberately walked up to the gift, took out a sickle and swiped at it. The cloth bag was cut instantly, and the fine wheat flour inside was sprinkled into the cabin, which was sticky and covered with rotting creatures. On the ground: "It's really a good thing. I think you imperial people have never been reluctant to give such good wheat flour to the farmers. Why are you sending it to us now?"

"This is the only way to represent our sincerity. We just want to make friends with you." Seeing Otto's mutated appearance, the messenger couldn't help swallowing, and said hesitantly.

"Heh!" The next second, the sickle pierced through the Marienburg envoy's back in an instant, and pierced out from his chest: "Sorry, we don't accept it."

"You!" The Marienburg envoy was about to curse, the third brother Guruit swallowed him whole in one gulp, and the surrounding Marienburg attendants took out their weapons in shock, but how could these ordinary mercenaries Possibly a rival to a group of Nurgle's Chosen?

Within a few minutes, the Marienburg mission was killed, and the three Grote brothers accepted all the gifts they sent.

"Send an envoy to tell the Nanxie that we have accepted the gift, and drag the Nanxie's boat slowly behind us, making the humble and cowardly Nanxie think that we are already considering the proposal for peace talks." The second brother Ezerac said with a grin: "It's getting closer, it's never too late to do it!"

"That's right, it's not too late to make a move when we get close." The eldest brother Otto said with a wild smile.

"Fort Marien is about to be destroyed, and this is just the beginning. We will dedicate Brunswick to our loving father! For Nurgle!"

"For Nurgle!"

"Me too." The third brother Guruit shouted. Inside its huge belly, a group of dying Marienburg mercenaries were desperately begging for help. Their bodies were rapidly mutating and twisting.

Becoming a Chaos Spawn would be the only destiny for these people.

In this way, the Chaos Fleet is gradually approaching Marienburg, and the two houses of Marienburg are still anxiously waiting for the result of the peace talks.

In this way, they waited until the great banner and mast painted with the holy symbol of Nurgle rose from the horizon, and then thousands of Norse dragon ships followed.