While Eichahn led his army to the center of the Wastelands to prepare for the coronation of the Eternal Chosen One, Brittany's diplomatic activities were still ongoing.
Inside the Fontainebleau Palace, the nobles of Nur and Brittany were chatting happily.
On the Brittany's side, the nobles led by Duke Berchemund and Duke François, especially those who had been conferred the title of Marshal, were proudly sharing their opinions and their seemingly endless victories.
On the Nur's side, there were more merchants and great engineers, but the nobles were obviously the main characters. Their leaders were Nur's Marshal Erstein, Nur's Chief Justice Theodor Bruckner, and a group of Nur's generals. Most of the Nur army's command system had come to Brittany, and not only did it make people wonder if the Nur army would be able to deal with the trouble if something happened.
As Laing's right-hand man and the chief political commissar of the First Guard Cavalry Regiment, Berliat Gulag wasn't very popular at the banquet. On one hand, his aura was too gloomy and terrifying. On the other hand, to the Nur people, the Russian blood in Kislöw was destined to be despised. On the other hand, Berliat didn't have Marshal Rokossovsky's charisma, status, and illustrious military achievements, so he was naturally disliked by the Nur people. Although the knights and nobles recognized Berliat, they rarely interacted with him.
Berliat didn't really care. He just stood in a corner and observed everything, silently eating and thinking about what he should do next. The matter in Kislöw was basically over, and Berliat's presence was gradually fading.
As a bureaucrat, Berliat knew how to use him to Laing. He knew that he had to avoid trouble, but he also had to be able to make Laing rely on him and put him in an important position. Only by doing so could he have a chance to continue climbing up the ranks.
But how exactly should he do it?
While Berliat was still thinking, the high elf Talleyrand, who was wearing a full set of luxurious clothes and had long hair parted in the middle and was holding a cane, had finished dealing with a large circle of nobles. The cripple had obviously had a few glasses of wine, and he came to Berliat rather easily. "Can I rest here for a while? Mr. Chief Political Commissar? "
"Up to you." Berliat picked up a large handful of macaroni with a pair of tongs and added a lot of black pepper sauce. Then, he chose a glass of orange juice and a large piece of sirloin steak for himself. The Chief Political Commissar didn't have a particularly good impression of Talleyrand, but he didn't have a bad impression of him either. He liked to talk to the high elf, but he hated the high elf's style of hoarding wealth and accepting bribes everywhere. Berliat admitted deep down that he was jealous of Talleyrand's wealth and ability to be popular with everyone. "I just think that you should prefer that kind of environment, Mr. Talleyrand."
"No one likes a kind of environment forever, Mr. Berliat." Talleyrand looked at Berliat's lake-green military uniform and the various medals that he deliberately wore, and smiled playfully. The high elf glanced at the medals on his chest, found a seat, and elegantly cut off a roast goose leg with a silver knife. He smiled. "Even if you like to socialize, there will be times when you're tired. I also want to talk to you."
"What can we talk about?" Berliat couldn't figure out what Talleyrand wanted to do, but Ugor accepted the challenge.
"Oh, in the name of Asuna, we can talk about a lot of things, can't we?" Talleyrand looked at the Knight King Laing, Queen Suria, and Countess Emilia who were in the center of the banquet. "Just like them, there's always something to talk about."
Without a doubt, Berliat and Talleyrand were Laing's close subordinates. The two of them always had different opinions in front of Laing, but they got along well in private. Berliat put down the orange juice. "The scale of the Nur delegation this time is really big. As many people are worried, if something happens to Wesen or Nur, can Nur solve the problem by itself?"
"What problem can there be? What problem can there be? " Talleyrand thought for a while and shook his head. "Berliat, you're used to strong-man politics. You might not know, but Nur and Wesen already have highly autonomous city councils and local autonomous armies. They don't really need a supreme leader. To the north of Nur is Rick, to the south is Saul, to the east is Ivy, and to the west is Breezy Castle in the Grey Mountains. There's nothing to worry about."
"Is that so?" Berliat didn't want to argue with Talleyrand on this point. Ugor continued, "I've always thought that this kind of council and autonomous system is not good for concentrating the power of the whole country."
"Yes, you're right." Talleyrand raised his voice, and the high elf's expression was indescribably playful and interesting. "But my Mr. Berliat, don't you understand? Dictatorship determines the upper limit, and enfeoffment determines the lower limit. Perhaps having council and local autonomy won't change everything, but it won't be too bad. Also, think about it. Nur has been running smoothly for almost twenty years without its Duke, waiting for Lady Emmanuel to return. But what about us Brittany? Suppose His Majesty the Knight King … and Her Majesty the Queen all went out together, how long could the whole kingdom run smoothly? At most a year, no more than that. "
"But he succeeded," Berliat said in a muffled voice.
"Yes, His Majesty succeeded. His Majesty is the greatest." Talleyrand shrugged indifferently. "But do you know that the reason His Majesty can be so great is because he is His Majesty, and His Majesty is him. Try someone else? Who would dare to do that? John the First and John the Second are clear examples. No one can be like His Majesty, no one. "
Berliat heard this and frowned in his heart. Listening to Talleyrand's words, it seemed that this high elf didn't care about King Laing at all?
This was not easy to answer. Berliat thought about it, and said with a serious expression, "To me, there is only one sun in the sky, and His Majesty is the only sun! I will always be loyal to His Majesty, and other things are not within my scope of consideration! "
Talleyrand let out a long sigh. The high elf first looked at Berliat from head to toe, and then smiled to the limit. "You see, this is the reason, Mr. Berliat. As I said, as long as His Majesty is around, the whole kingdom will be fine and united."
Berliat suddenly understood, but before he could say more, Talleyrand continued, "His Majesty's prestige is very amazing, and his ability is the best in the world. This is the foundation for him to be able to do many things smoothly, but too many things are tied to him, such as the abolition of aristocratic privileges and the governor-general system. These things are carried out by His Majesty's will. If His Majesty … You know, the old nobles and the descendants of the nobles who have lost their privileges will fight back fiercely. If there are no knights within three generations, they will lose their aristocratic titles, judicial power through the local circuit courts, and the governor-general system will not be implemented anymore, and will even be destroyed in revenge."
"But he is His Majesty," Berliat insisted. "He is our king, he can do it."
"Yes, it is because he is our king, because he is His Majesty, that I, Talleyrand, am willing to follow him." Talleyrand laughed. He watched Laing and Suria talking and joking. The Knight King secretly dripped a few drops of lemon juice into Suria's wine glass, causing the queen to scold him. The lame man laughed heartily. "I am just a jester. A jester's duty is to tell the king that he is not omnipotent, that he is not as powerful as he thinks. Royal power is not eternal. When His Majesty is blinded by vanity and pride, I am responsible for reminding him. But you are a jester. The good news is that His Majesty is not blinded by pride, and at the same time, his life is so long that it is almost impossible to see the end. "
Talleyrand's words made Berliat's eyebrows relax slightly. Although he did not want to admit it, Ugor knew that Talleyrand was telling the truth.
"Then what about in Ossouin?" Berliat put down his silver knife and fork. Ugor tried to make himself look less curious. "The Phoenix King does not need a jester?"
"Yes, the Phoenix King does not need a jester. On the contrary, the High Lord Tyrion needs one, but he cannot tolerate a jester. This is why I, Talleyrand, am destined to be unable to make a name for myself in Ossouin." Talleyrand nodded slowly. The High Elf sighed. "The High Elf Princes have filled the entire administrative center. They are resistant to change and the power of change. Rigidity and conservatism have filled the entire Phoenix King's Court. Any small change will cause them to be fiercely opposed. It is not that no one has a long-term vision, and it is not that no one wants to make a move against the current declining situation, but the answer is — — the proposal will not pass."
"Heh, as long as the cake of the noble families and the High Elf Princes is touched, all the factions will immediately unite to oppose it. Everyone is only focused on the benefits in front of them. Many people can't do anything, but they can make the Phoenix King or the War Lord unable to do anything. This means that any policy that wants to pass has to be passed through negotiations, marriage alliances, inducements, and even threats of force."
"Any policy has a time limit. Proposals that take decades to pass have long passed their best time." Talleyrand sneered for a while. "How can you do good politics with these insects?"
"So this is the flaw of feudalism and republicanism. Although it is not too bad no matter what, the overall decline is still slow." Berliat was deep in thought. "Dictatorship may bring a country to its peak, but it may also bring it into the abyss?"
"Unfortunately, the High Lord Tyrion could not bring Ossouin to its peak, nor could he bring Ossouin into the abyss," Talleyrand said meaningfully. "So I came to the Old World."
"You seem to have neglected the Phoenix King?"
"Finnuba is in the Phoenix King's Court."
The two of them were silent for a while. Berliat said, "I think we need to do something. Talleyrand, I have a suggestion."
"Say it. I will consider it." Talleyrand nodded.
"It is said that the little Eternal Queen will come to the Old World to negotiate with the dwarves?" Berliat's eyes were burning with ambition.
"What do you mean?" Talleyrand's eyes lit up.
"Why don't you pull the strings, and I will arrange it?"
"Okay!"
On the other side of the banquet, the Knight King's wife, Suria, was holding Laing's arm and smiling at her husband. She was wearing a long black dress with floral embroidery. Her bright golden hair was tied up in a bun behind her head. She was wearing a pair of black, pearl-like T-shirt with silky satin panties, and a pair of white, pointed heels with camellias. "Look, Berliat and Talleyrand are sitting together. Maybe they are planning something!"
"I know them. They are just here to do something." Laing did not mind. The Knight King was confident in his ability to control these two vassals. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Madam, if the Emanoli-class battlecruiser can't solve the power problem, it seems like it can't be used in battle."
"That's all the Nur can do." Amelia, who was wearing a classic tight-fitting skirt with a marigold flower crown and a Duchess laurel crown on her head and thin jacquard fluorescent wavy tights on her beautiful legs, hugged Leon's other arm with an unnatural blush on her face. She whispered into Leon's ear, "Don't you have a way? I remember you have one. "
"Laing can't guarantee that he can solve it, Emilia." Suria giggled and covered her mouth. The female knight stared at the little maid with her aquamarine eyes. "If you Nur can't fulfill your conditions, don't agree so easily."
"It's all because Laing's requirements are too high!" Emilia felt her legs go weak as she smelled Laing's scent. The little maid could not help but recall the strange expression on her face when Laing picked her up from behind last night. She stuck out her tongue and made a "V" sign to show that she had won the battle.
Of course, there was also the awkward situation when Frey Derick kept asking her if she slept well with his father the next morning. Emilia was both embarrassed and annoyed. She grabbed her son and spanked him, but the brat's body was so strong that he did not hurt at all. On the other hand, Emilia's hand was sore and painful. She was so angry that she kicked her son away.
Frey Derick, on the other hand, knew his mother very well. He tried his best not to disturb Emilia and Laing's alone time. He brought a bunch of nobles with him to hunt and hold martial arts competitions. He even took a pure-blooded elven warhorse from Laing's royal stables, saying that it was time for his father to give him a present. Laing had no choice but to give it to him.
The three of them found an empty lounge and sat down. Laing pulled Emilia, who was relatively petite, into his arms from behind and let her sit on his lap. He reached out to touch the inviolable leg of the Duchess of the Empire and asked Suria, who was leaning on his shoulder, "What has the lady been doing recently? She hasn't appeared for a long time. "
"The lady is busy using her divine power and your psionic power to build a large barrier, preparing to protect the land of Brittany." Suria gently kicked off her high heels and sat with her legs bent, letting Laing play with her delicate silk feet. The queen was usually very relaxed when she was with Laing in private. She said softly, "The lady is basically done."
Emilia was as soft as a puddle of mud. The Duchess did not even want to say anything other than holding Laing's big hand tightly. She was so comfortable that her nose was snorting.
"I see." Laing looked to the east again. He could feel that there was a huge change in the east, but under the interference of the Great Guardian and the Great Maelstrom, his senses were limited, so in the end, he did not know.
"It's daytime in Lucia now, right?" Suria looked at the night sky outside the window. The Knight King looked at Emilia, who was limp in Laing's arms, and smiled. "Since you've decided, let's hurry up."
"Okay." Laing heard that and closed his eyes.
The powerful psionic power surged like a tsunami, tearing a crack between the mortal world and the subspace. A psionic communication was established tens of thousands of kilometers away.
"Wei, Brother Fu, zaima?"
In the damp and distant Lucia, the capital of the Ash Army, Costantinia.
The king's son, Geno Prototype, the commander of the Ash Army, Purple Phoenix Fu Gen's head popped with blue veins. He gently put down the wood elf princess Carolina's strong, full, and slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored suspenders. He put Carolina on the soft sofa, signaled her to rest for a while, tidied up his clothes, and then connected the psionic communication.
Fu Gen's tone was obviously a little unhappy.
“buzai，cmn！”
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