While the Dwarven Supreme King returned to Eight Peaks Mountain, the Elven army left Nagashza and retreated north to the Prince's territory.
In Brittany's Fontainebleau Palace, a long meeting was held for a few days.
Finally, the Marshals and Governors decided to not launch a new military operation for the time being. First, the Obien Expedition had suffered losses and needed to be reorganized. Moreover, they hadn't digested the loot and profits, so it wasn't appropriate to launch another expedition. Second, Brittany's forests were similar to the Empire's. They had started killing Orcs crazily. Chalon Forest was under the control of Angran and the four Imperial Guards, so it was peaceful. However, there were signs of large-scale Orc activity in Arden Forest.
There was news from the Empire and the Wood Elves that Shadow Devil Kerr's figure had been confirmed in the Gray Mountains. Kerr seemed to be planning his next invasion against Azeroth. The Wood Elves warned Laing to be prepared. Once Kerr appeared, Azeroth and Brittany had to gather an army to eliminate Kerr.
Queen Aleil, who was sleeping in the depths of the Oak Tree, requested Laing to attack.
This was agreed upon in the previous contract, so Laing naturally agreed.
After everything was settled, it was time for the Winter Veil Festival. Even though the situation in the Old World wasn't good, Laing still ordered a few grand Winter Veil Festivals to be held.
The Princes of Marimburg smelled blood, and a large number of ships and merchants came to Brittany. In the past two years, the Old World's calamity, various Orcs, and the Chaos Sect's activities made it difficult for the Princes of Marimburg to do business. It was difficult to sell their goods. Taking advantage of Laing's celebration, the rich merchants came to visit.
Everyone knew that the Brittany were rich!
Laing did not reject the idea. Merchants were the ones who controlled the flow of goods, which was a source of social vitality and tax revenue. Laing gave out a few permits and allowed the rich merchants of Marlin Castle to open markets in designated areas. Five Grey Knight recruits were sent to closely monitor the movements of the markets and ensure that tax was collected.
Sure enough, the tycoons were all experienced businessmen. Soon, there would be the Winter Veil Festival shopping spree season, millions of dollars in subsidies, and gifts. Recently, Mu Xilong had been very lively.
The World Devourer's original body laughed heartily as it patted Devourer's head. "It's fine, it's fine. You're young and impetuous. You don't like to listen to your parents, and you like to talk back. These are all normal. My good nephew, you have to know that we're doing this for your own good. You have to understand …"
Devenhill said. Uncle Anglo suddenly stopped talking. For some reason, his expression became sluggish, and he kept repeating the sentence, "You have to understand." His eyes turned red as he spoke.
Laing sighed deeply and did not speak for a long time. Finally, he told Devourer to find Uncle Anglo to play when he was free. He was lonely by himself.
After settling all the matters, Laing could finally take a break during the Winter Veil Festival.
At this moment, Laing received an invitation for lunch from the head of MI7, Aurora.
Sitting in the study in the oval courtyard of the Fontainebleau Palace, Laing hugged his private secretary, Teresa. He held Aurora's invitation and asked his female courtier, "What's going on? Why did your mother invite me for lunch?"
The Sun King's private secretary was wearing black stockings, a white blouse, and glasses. Her whole body was numb, and she was about to fall asleep in Laing's arms. When she heard this, Teresa rolled her eyes at Laing and begged, "I can't take it anymore, Laing. Please let me go and let me rest, okay? If this goes on, I'll die. Really, I don't have any strength left. "
The Sorceress had been Laing's private secretary for a long time. She thought that she had advanced into the Sanctuary-realm and was no longer the same person.
It turned out that Teresa was still thinking too much. She was just that weak. Laing, who had a wicked sense of humor, had specially tailored a few white-collar uniforms for her. Soon, the Sorceress was bullied until her legs were weak most of the time. Occasionally, she would be taken away by Olica for "maintenance".
"I'm asking you about Aurora." Laing smiled and lifted Teresa up by the waist. He sat on the sofa with the Sorceress in his arms. Knight King said, "Why did your mother specially invite me to the banquet?"
"Hmph!" Teresa snorted coldly. The Sorceress turned her head away and no longer looked at Laing. "You know what it is! It's not the first time! "
"Don't mess around. If it's that kind of situation, there's no reason not to invite you." Laing laughed. Knight King hugged the Sorceress who was completely his and whispered, "What's your mother planning recently?"
Teresa's face was full of grievances. Mother sold me, you sold me. You all think I'm easy to bully, right?
However, Laing's words seemed to have some kind of terrible magic. Teresa's thoughts began to become intermittent. The Sorceress looked into Laing's eyes and stammered, "About … the … reward …"
"Understood." Laing shouted outside. "Olica?"
"Master." The Dark Elf maid walked in from outside.
"Teresa is tired. She needs' rest '," Laing said meaningfully.
"Understood." Olica's hand flashed, and Teresa obediently followed Olica out.
"Well, let's see what this woman wants to say to me." Laing stood up.
Half an hour later, Fontainebleau Palace, Bulgari Royal Hotel, King's Suite.
The Sun King and the Sanctuary Witch sat opposite each other. The table was filled with a variety of very special dishes, which were obviously cooked by Aurora herself. Moreover, Theresa's direct disciple, the official Ice Witch Emma, was standing behind Aurora.
On the table were dishes that Laing occasionally ate in Nord when he was young.
"Oh, I really haven't eaten in a long time. I didn't expect Lady Aurora to know how to make this margarita steak." Laing used a silver knife and fork to cut the classic and gorgeous steak. Unlike ordinary steak, the margarita steak was also known as "crispy baked steak."
For this dish, the best filet mignon steak was fried over high heat until it was colored. It was then covered with mushroom paste with foie gras and a layer of ham. After that, it was wrapped in crispy crust and brushed with egg yolk before it was baked in the oven.
The baked steak had a rich texture. The crispy golden crispy crust was covered with a layer of dark brown ham and mushroom. The color was beautiful and the taste was very rich and delicious. The side dishes were vegetables specially provided by the royal family in winter, such as asparagus, green beans, carrots, potatoes, green leaf salad, and so on.
Paired with a glass of high-end Brittany red wine, the feeling of luxury was indescribable!
In addition to the margarita steak, Aurora also made several dishes that were very unique to the north, such as Garland open sandwiches, Nord crab patties, mango avocado pizza, and Brittany matsutake mushroom soup.
This made Laing very alert.
One who was unaccountably solicitous was hiding evil intentions!
"What do you think of my cooking, Your Majesty?" Aurora's beautiful black hair was tied into a bun, hanging behind her head. She had a standard oval face, two black eyebrows were carefully trimmed, slender and black, a pair of slender phoenix eyes gentle and charming, delicate and pretty. Her soft red lips were smeared with lipstick imported from Ossouin, and her swan-like white neck was straight. She wore a gray knitted sweater, a gray satin skirt, and a white fox fur coat, looking very sexy and attractive.
The Sanctuary Witch was tall and slender, but the size of her chest was also very impressive. The gray knitted sweater was stretched high and arched in a beautiful arc.
Under the gray dress, her fair and beautiful legs that were wrapped in transparent flesh colored stockings emitted an alluring aura. As for her ten delicate and cute toes that were like silkworms, as well as her pink lotus feet, they were stepping on a pair of red fish-shaped stilettos.
Standing behind Aurora, Emma felt a little strange. In the past few years, Aurora seemed to have grown in reverse. Not only did her skin become more delicate and white, her hair became more black and glossy, her figure became more and more voluptuous, and even her magic power became purer.
How strange, the Deputy Speaker's strength did not improve. She had been stuck at the advanced level of the Sanctuary for decades.
"Very good, very good, the food is good, the environment is good, and the people are good." Laing put a piece of steak into his mouth. Knight King was expressionless at this time, and there was not much expression on his face. "It's so good, but I don't dare to eat more."
"Your Majesty, why don't you dare to eat more?" Aurora's teeth were itching with hatred, but she could only put on a smile on her face. The Sanctuary Witch poured a bowl full of mushroom soup for Laing, and handed it to Laing with both hands.
Ryan reached out to take it and tasted it. "Mmm, it's delicious … I didn't dare to eat too much because I was afraid that I would eat something I shouldn't and do something I shouldn't do. Then, I would be caught red-handed ~"
You dead man! Is there anything you don't dare to do? The veins on Aurora's forehead were popping out, and the Sanctuary Witch could only force a smile. "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and I haven't congratulated you yet for the victory of this great expedition. A few days ago, Your Majesty held a banquet in the conference hall and rewarded everyone. It was so lively."
Oh! Clayon understood. The Knight King finally understood what this woman was trying to do. He smiled and said, "Those who have made contributions should be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes should be punished. It's normal. There's nothing special to say."
"Yes … Your Majesty, the news is that the High Elves have already gone to Nagashza, intending to rescue the little Queen. It's said that the dwarves have also sent troops. Now, they should be fighting, right? I don't know if the little Queen can be saved. "Aurora continued.
"Hmm, yes." Laing pretended to have just thought of it, and the Sun King finally got down to business. "Speaking of which, last time you and Teresa helped us find out the distribution of most of the sects of Chaos in the Empire and the possible location of their headquarters. This was done well, and should be rewarded. Lady Aurora, what do you think I should reward you and Teresa?"
"Your Majesty, as your loyal servant … servant, we have already received the highest treatment in the King's Suite. What else can we ask for? It's just that … "Aurora was ecstatic. Sure enough, Laing had fallen into her trap. She quickly continued, pretending to be hesitant.
"What is it?" Laing sneered in his heart.
"It's that child Xi'er …" Aurora's tone was both bitter and dissatisfied. "Xi'er is also your child, Your Majesty. Don't you want to reward her?"
"Pfft!" Laing laughed. The Sun King complained, "Of course I know that Xi'er is my child, but she is only three and a half years old this year. What can I reward her with? She doesn't know how to use gold and silver. At most, I can reward her with some silk, toys, and books, right?"
"We still have a lot of those things in our house." Aurora carefully said, "It won't be of much use. Xi'er is used to it and doesn't find it strange."
Laing put a piece of steak into his mouth, then took out a stack of sandwiches and asked Aurora, "Then what do you think I should reward her with?"
"Your Majesty, other than Xi'er, your other children already have noble titles." Aurora finally revealed her true intentions. Under the table, the Sanctuary Witch could not help but shake her beautiful legs, and the sound of her heels hitting the ground could be heard. "Although Xi'er is only three and a half years old, she is still your child. Can you give her a title, and arrange a fief for her..."
Laing raised his eyebrows after hearing this.
As everyone knew, the Sun King had two sons and four daughters. The eldest son was also an illegitimate child. He was born to Frey Derick, Baron of Nur, and Emilia, Duchess of the Empire. As Laing was the king and Emilia was the elector and archduchess, this child was naturally not a lowly one. Instead, he was considered to be the most noble illegitimate child in the history of the Old World.
The eldest son of the second son was Baron Devenshire, Baron of Gene, born to Laing and Queen Suria.
It was worth mentioning that whether it was Frey Derick or Baron Devenshire, they were both court titles. It was a title without any real power. Whether it was the Empire or the Brittany, great nobles above the rank of count would often give their first successor the title of court baron.
If it was used in the ancient Celestial Empire, the title of court baron would be called "yamen".
Of course, Frey Derick was slowly gaining control of a small part of the Nur army.
Apart from that, Laing and Emilia had two other daughters, the thirteen-year-old Rem and five-year-old Rita. They had both been made princesses of Nur and had their own fiefs. As for Cecilia, Laing's four-year-old daughter, she had just been made a baronet by Laing and had her own fief.
All in all, Xi'er was the only one who hadn't been given a title and had her own fief.
"Xi'er is too young." Laing shook his head, "Let's wait until she's a bit older. Not to mention, Xi'er has ice magic blood. I'll have to ask the dukes and Morgiana if we want to make a precedent."
"But …" Aurora grew anxious, "Xi'er is your daughter too. She's too young. Didn't five-year-old Rita get a baronet too?"
"Yes, both Rem and Rita got baronets. But that's Emilia's business, not mine. If you're so capable, why don't you tell Emilia to make Xi'er a baronet too?" Laing continued, "She's a baronet of the Empire. She has her own province and fief. What does it have to do with me?"
"What about Cecilia? She's your daughter and she's only four. How can she get a baronet too? "Aurora grew anxious," That's not fair! "
"Cecilia is Silvia's daughter and the heir to Baron Vincent (Silvia doesn't intend to inherit her father's title. Laing has another one for her). Vincent only has Silvia as his only daughter. Even though the baronet title isn't inherited, it'll be passed down to Cecilia and she'll be a baronet. There's no problem with that," Laing explained.
"I don't care! I'm just asking you, Laing. This is your daughter. Are you going to make her a baronet or not? " Aurora stood up in exasperation. She stuck out her ample bosom and shook it up and down as she asked Clayon in an imposing manner.
"I've said it before. I can't make a precedent for a witch to be a baronet." Laing continued to eat calmly and shook his head, "Wait until she's a little older, at least ten years old."
"You, you unqualified father, you bastard, scum, scum!" Aurora was so angry that her face turned red. The Sanctuary witch hurriedly asked, "Then let me ask you, if Veronica gives you a son or daughter, will you make her a baronet?"
"Of course!" Laing said naturally.
"Why? Why can her child be made a baronet? Do you favor her? "Aurora was so angry that frost appeared on her forehead.
"Yeah, I'm biased towards her." Laing nodded seriously. Who was Veronica? She was Laing's heart. Besides Suria, who else could compare to her in the backyard?
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The Sanctuary witch screamed. She was about to go crazy.
"Ha ha ha ha." Laing looked at the crazy expression on his lovely mother-in-law's face and laughed involuntarily, "Okay, okay ~"
Only then did Aurora stop.
"Next week, the annual Turkey Banquet will be held in Suria's courtyard in the Fontainebleau Palace. Everyone will attend, including the ladies." Laing smiled and nodded, "This year, I'll reward you with a special admission ticket. You can also participate in the Turkey Banquet."
"As long as you can convince my queen, Suria, to agree to the conferment, I will confer Xi 'er the title of Princess Muxilon and give her 100 hectares of land near the Palace of Fontainebleau as her fief. How about that?"
"Do you mean what you say?" Aurora was suddenly full of enthusiasm.
"Yes, I promise you I will keep my word." Laing smiled meaningfully.
It depends on your performance, Lady Aurora. Don't let me down.
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