Chapter 699 Returning to China, Yang Hui’s Reward

After the plane landed, Yang Hui stepped on the land of the imperial capital again. Looking at the team in front of him to welcome him, Yang Hui's mouth curled up.

"He sent you to pick me up. He really thinks highly of me, Bismarck."

That's right, the one who led the team to welcome Yang Hui was the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table, Bismarck Waldstein, Charles DI Bunitallia's diehard and the strongest warrior under his command.

Hearing Yang Hui's tone and address, Bismarck's face darkened and he whispered, "Fourth Prince, you should maintain due etiquette and respect for His Majesty."

In fact, he had long been accustomed to the attitude of Yang Hui and Charles DI Bunitallia. Even Charles DI Bunitallia didn't care, and he had no choice.

It's just... It's still a public occasion now. As a prince, shouldn't you pay attention?

"Okay, okay, I know." Yang Hui waved his hand casually, making Bismarck's face darker.

However, he did not pursue the matter any further, but hurriedly welcomed Yang Hui into the car, so as to prevent him from losing face for the royal family in front of the servants.

It was an extended sedan, and the only connection between the driver's seat and the back space was a small window. Bismarck closed the small window after getting in the car, and its meaning was self-evident.

"What does the old man have to say?" Yang Hui asked straight to the point.

"Alas, the fourth prince..." Yang Hui's attitude towards Charles DI Bunitaria really made Bismarck tired. As the most loyal knight of His Majesty the Emperor, he could not bear to see anyone touch the majesty of His Majesty the Emperor, but the man in front of him made him helpless, especially after he shone brightly on the battlefield in Africa.

"Don't always care about these little things. Come on, what do you want to tell me?"

"...Okay, Your Highness, before you return home, many people have been eyeing you. Please be vigilant."

"I'm not asking what you want to say, but what he wants you to tell me." Bismarck's concern was out of his own intention, but in the final analysis, it was only because Yang Hui's excellence could bring benefits to the empire, not because he really cared about Yang Hui's safety, so Yang Hui didn't feel anything about it.

"...Your Majesty asked me to tell you that you did a good job."

"...I know."

Yang Hui's expression was calm, which surprised Bismarck. Charles DI Bunitalia was the epitome of seriousness, the benchmark of the empire, and the embodiment of majesty.

Even in private, Bismarck, who served Charles DI Bunitallia, had never heard him praise anyone, not even Schneizel, the designated chancellor who managed state affairs in an orderly manner, or Cornelia, who became the youngest female general in history and made great contributions.

Only Yang Hui received the unique honor, shouldn't he be very excited? Why is it so ordinary?

"Your Highness Yang Hui..."

"Anything else?" Yang Hui interrupted Bismarck and asked, he didn't want to listen to someone's fanatic fan recommending his loyal object.

"...... Alas, just one sentence."

"How much time do I have?"

"...... Ten minutes."

"That's enough, Rejeta."

"It's all arranged."

After that, everyone in the car remained silent until the car drove into the palace. When getting off the car, Yang Hui said to Bismarck, "I'll go clean up."

"Yes, your highness."

This was also something that Rejeni Rejeta had prepared in advance. Although Yang Hui had no respect for Charles DI Bunetalia in his heart and did not regard him as the father of this life, it was not the time to fall out with him yet. The superficial work should still be done.

Ten minutes later, after a simple shower and a clean dress, Yang Hui followed Bismarck into the hall of the palace.

It was very gorgeous, but there were not too many lights. Even in the daytime, it seemed dim and depressing. Only the throne high above was shrouded by the gathered light, the only high above, the only embodiment of light, the only guiding beacon.

"You're back."

"Yes, father."

"You did a good job."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"What reward do you want?"

The conversation was brief and to the point. It didn't seem like a father welcoming his son back from the battlefield, nor did it seem like a son reuniting with his father after surviving the battle between life and death. There was no family affection at all. It was just charity from the superior to the subordinate, or even the control of the main program over the subprogram in the program.

"Two people, subordinates of Brother Schneizel."

"Name."

"Lloyd Asplund, Cecil Cormi."

"Anything else?"

"One privilege, to form my own special force, a force that belongs only to me."

"How dare you, Your Highness..."

Bismarck couldn't help it as soon as the second request came out. Everything in the empire belonged to His Majesty the Emperor. No matter how many nobles and politicians Schneizel secretly won over, no matter how high Cornelia's prestige in the military, or how many lords and local emperors there were overseas, as long as the Emperor wanted, he could take them back at any time, because although these were given to them, in the final analysis, they all belonged to the empire and the Emperor.

But Yang Hui's request was to divide the power in Charles DI Bunitaria's hands. The privilege he wanted was something that even the Emperor could not interfere with, and it was something that belonged completely to Yang Hui.

"Silence, Bismarck."

"But Your Majesty..."

"It doesn't matter." Charles DI Bunitaria waved his hand to ask Bismarck to step back, and then looked down at Yang Hui, his eyes fixed and heavy. It was obvious that Yang Hui would not let Yang Hui leave easily if he did not give him a satisfactory answer. "reason."

"The empire needs the sharpest knife to kill all enemies who stand in front of the empire."

"...I allowed it."

"Yes, your Majesty."

After getting what he wanted, Yang Hui didn't intend to kneel down to others anymore, so he stood up and left the hall.

"Your Majesty, if you need a sword, the Knights of the Round Table are the sword in your Majesty's hand. Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince..." After Yang Hui left, Bismarck also wanted to persuade Charles DI Bunitalia.

"It doesn't matter." The same reply, but this time with more reasons, "Let him make trouble. No matter how big the trouble is, it doesn't matter."

Unparalleled self-confidence, this is the emperor of the Holy Bunitalia Empire, the emperor sitting on the throne.

"...Yes, your Majesty."

"Go and inform Schneizel to send him the two people he wants."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Bismarck saluted and left, faithfully carrying out all orders of Charles DI Bunitalia.

Charles DI Bunitalia was left alone in the dark and depressing hall. Under the strong light, his majestic face remained expressionless.

"Let's make trouble, feel free to make trouble, anyway, everything will be in vain and false in the end, right? Mariana..."

…

Regeni Regeta had been standing guard at the door of the hall. After Yang Hui came out, he left without saying a word and followed him. Instead of returning to his dormitory, he headed to the mansion outside the palace.

"Are they all here?"

"They are all here, except Mr. Yang Hui. Most of them are just children. I don't think they can become our strength now." Regeni Rejeta was actually very confused. Most of the people Yang Hui was looking for were eight. Nine-year-old children are too young, even if their future achievements are not small. That happened a few years later, and now...it doesn't make any sense at all.

"Just because you are small, it is a good opportunity to take control, isn't it?"

"...I see, I have learned a lesson, Mr. Yang Hui."

"Remember, Regeta, what we are looking for is not a chess piece, a collaborator, or a subordinate, but a companion, a companion who can walk side by side."

"Yes, Mr. Yang Hui."

Yang Hui's residence outside the palace was not far away and arrived in a few minutes. Everyone who had been "invited" in advance learned that Yang Hui had returned from the African battlefield and gathered in the living room.

"Hey, you're back, little~His Royal Highness."

As soon as she entered the door, she heard a charming and seductive voice. The blond and brown-skinned Lakshatta was sitting elegantly on the sofa in an open white coat, spinning a smoking pipe in her hand.

"Lakshata? I'm young, do you want to try it?" Yang Hui replied jokingly.

"Oh?" Lakshata raised her eyebrows, slightly provocatively, "Really? It seems that His Highness the Fourth Prince is very manly."

Yang Hui walked slowly in front of Lakshata, leaned down so that he was face to face with her, blew a gentle breath of hot air into her ear, and said, "I told you, do you want to try it?"

"you……"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Hui stood up and saw the panicked Lakshata laughing loudly. Yang Hui had several wives. He could tell at a glance that Lakshata was still a girl and could only talk about pleasure. If she really met someone, she wouldn't be able to do it. How far to hide?

"As expected of His Highness Yang Hui, he was able to cure Dr. Lakshata." Gino stood up and said, bowing to Yang Hui and saluting, "Jiushu greetings, Your Highness Yang Hui."

"Well, long time no see, Gino. It seems like you're doing well these days."

"Thanks to His Highness, yes."

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince." Others also stood up and saluted Yang Hui. Just now, Lakshata struck first and faced off against Yang Hui, causing them to lose the opportunity. Now that the confrontation ended with Lakshata's complete defeat, they naturally would not forget the etiquette.

"You don't need to be so restrained. Everyone, you are all my invited guests, but I believe you are also confused as to why I gathered you together, right?"

Everyone present looked at each other, and then nodded. This was the answer they most urgently wanted. There were children, students from the Military Academy, active knights, and doctors from the Academy of Sciences. When such a group of people gathered together, what did Yang Hui want to do? What?

"You must have heard that I got some merit in the African battlefield..."

Hearing this, Lakshatta, Jeremiah, Veretta, and Joan Luo twitched their mouths. The children didn't know the significance of Yang Hui's achievements in Africa, but they knew it very well.

"...So the main purpose of returning home this time is to receive rewards, and I just came back from the palace. The reward I received...gained me the privilege of forming my own special force."

"What!?"