Markus Wolfhart, the Hunter Marshal, was one of the only two sanctum masters that Emperor Karl-franz could easily mobilize because he was his direct subordinate.
Wolfhart was dressed in blue noble attire. The unique lantern sleeves and tight trousers indicated his identity as a member of Midden Hill. His strong northern Imperial vulgar accent and many ancient Thuringian words made him out of place in this state banquet. The Huntsman marshal, who used to be a farmer, seemed to have no intention of blending into the circle of nobles. He just buried himself in eating and drinking, gulping down bottle after bottle of the best sparkling wine and champagne from Colona like drinking water.
However, even so, Wolfhart still received enough respect. This Sanctuary-level powerhouse had killed an Emperor Dragon by piercing its heart with three arrows. With enough strength, the so-called aristocratic etiquette was not that important. This dark world needed heroes after all.
"Hello, Mr. Laing." Wolfhart nodded at Laing. His thick beard was stained with champagne and food residue.
"Wolfhart is one of the people I trust the most. I think I don't need to say more about his glorious deeds. You know." Karl-franz was in high spirits. He said loudly, "After receiving Alaric's letter, I almost wanted to send him on an expedition."
"Alaric?" Laing was a little puzzled.
"The Empire's Luscia Expeditionary Force!" Karl-franz raised his glass. "Alaric brought good news. Our expeditionary force has successfully established a stronghold in Luscia and is now waiting for our support! In his letter, he wrote that although the harvest was good, the exploration was not very smooth. They lack enough muskets and siege weapons. The Rick Lord's Council is discussing whether to send a stronger and more elite army to support the expeditionary force. "
"Oh? Congratulations, Karl. Luscia is not an easy place to conquer. "Laing smiled.
"But Alaric's harvest is really amazing. If you have the chance, you should really see it. It's all fist-sized gold, piles of silver, all kinds of jewelry, ores, and things like obsidian!" The more the Emperor spoke, the more excited he became. "Laing believes that these riches falling into the hands of the lizardmen is simply a waste of natural resources. Only our Empire can bring true civilization and order. Don't worry, Laing, that brother of yours, I think he's called Fulgen? We won't hurt him. I've even prepared a count title for him. As long as he's willing, he can come to my court and be a count at any time. You won't blame me for overstepping my boundaries, right? "
"Hahahaha ~ Karl, drink, drink." Laing just smiled and didn't say anything. "So, are you going to send your Hunter Marshal on an expedition?"
"Of course not." The Emperor thought that Laing's reaction was a bit strange, but Karl-franz was in high spirits tonight and drank a lot of wine, so he didn't think too much about it. "The old world's affairs can't be done without Wolfhart."
"Well, that's a pity." Laing spread his hands with a look of regret. "Luscia has lost a champion warrior."
"Hahahaha ~" Karl-franz didn't force Wolfhart to hang out with them. The Emperor and Laing found a corner of the palace garden. "Laing, do you know why His Holiness Vicmar didn't come?"
"Busy?" Laing and Karl sat together on a stone bench. Laing thought that it was a pity that Archbishop Vicmar didn't come. Otherwise, Morgiana could have met with Vicmar and perhaps gained something else.
"I went to the Cathedral of Justice to find him." The Emperor shook his head. "I told His Holiness Vicmar that perhaps he should come with me to visit Kurona. Vicmar gave me some time to convince him."
"You failed?" Laing was very interested.
"I told the archbishop that this was an invitation from the Green Knight. The Lady of the Lake said that you and I must be united." The Emperor's expression was bitter. "His Holiness Vicmar was furious. He said that as the Emperor of the Empire, I chose to believe the words of a foreign god and refused to bask in the glory of the absolutely fair and absolutely correct Charlemagne! He told me to get out of the Cathedral of Justice with heresy, or he would send people to chase me out. "
"Hahahahaha!" Laing laughed loudly. He could imagine the Emperor's predicament. Vicmar was nicknamed the Resolute. Once he made a decision, he wouldn't waver. Karl-franz must have been chased out by the ascetics and battle priests.
"Will this happen to you when you're with the Lake Goddess?" The Emperor was obviously very interested in how to balance the royal power and the religious power. Whether it was in the Empire or in Brittany, the religious power was always above the royal power. There were true gods in this world. How to get along with the religious power was a profound knowledge.
Karl-franz had always been curious and envious of how Laing and Morgiana could maintain such a close and cooperative relationship. During the state banquet, Morgiana sat on the left side of Laing, and the two interacted a lot. The Lake Goddess, who was always cold in front of others, was as gentle as a mountain stream when she was with Laing. She often whispered in his ear. The way she looked at Laing was also very different.
"No, it's not that often." Laing shook his head. "Her Holiness Morgiana always discusses everything together. She respects my decisions."
"How do you do it? Can you share it with me? "Karl-franz asked." I have to spend a lot of energy every day. "
"Uh …" Laing thought that his method did not seem to be suitable for him. Duke Muxilon pondered for a while, letting the Emperor think that he was thinking. Then he slowly said, "Let's talk openly and honestly. The two of you, alone, find a place where no one will disturb you and have a good talk."
"Can you be more specific?" The Emperor asked. In fact, there were many opportunities for him to speak with Archbishop Vicma alone, but Leon's words were too general and vague.
"How about this, Karl. Find an opportunity to go to the palace or the cathedral's gymnasium with His Holiness Vicmar. Fight bare-handed, wrestle, and have a serious fight or two." Laing said very seriously. "No matter if you win or lose, arrange a private barbecue party. Drink and eat meat together and create a relaxed atmosphere. Take the opportunity to talk openly and honestly. It should be effective."
"Is that so?" Emperor Karl-franz felt that it was strange, but he thought that there was no harm in trying. "Alright, let me go back and arrange it. Cheers, Laing, for our countries!"
"Cheers!"
Other than Karl-franz and Laing Macado who were chatting happily, the Culona palace was very lively. In history, there were very few banquets of this level that brought together the nobles of the Empire and Brittany. Although both the Empire and the Brittany disliked each other, the people of the two countries were of the same origin. The origin of the Brittany people was the Brittany who crossed the Grey Mountains. The only cultural difference between the two countries was that the Brittany people were more influenced by the elves. Other than the different beliefs of the fairies of the lake and the gods of Charlemagne, the beliefs of the people of the two countries were basically the same. The official holidays were also very close.
Even so, the cultural gap made the people of the two countries hostile to each other. Territorial disputes and conflicts of interest had not stopped for thousands of years.
It could only be said that humans could never understand each other. Seeking common ground while reserving differences was already the limit.
Francois, Bodrick, and Marius began to talk. Their territories already included all the best wine estates in the old world. It was obvious that the two dukes and the Kurfürst were quite knowledgeable in the winemaking and management of wine.
Boris Todbringer, Kurfürst White Wolf, and Berchemund, Duke of Bastogne, chatted happily. Their personalities were very similar. The tens of thousands of Orc tribes in Midden Hill and Drakwald Forest never stopped fighting. Bastogne Duchy also had to face the Orc tide from Arden Forest every year. Both sides were very knowledgeable about how to fight the Orcs.
In the palace, Laing's wife, Suria, Queen Helena of the Empire, and Emmanuel, Duchess of the Empire, were sharing parenting tips. Luitpold II brought little Frey Derick and little Devenhill around to play.
"Sister Suria, long time no see." Emilia held Suria's arm enthusiastically. "You're going to be the queen soon. Wow, I envy you!"
"Thank you." It would be a lie to say that she did not want to be the queen. However, Suria felt that Emilia was implying something. She pulled her arm away uncomfortably. "I haven't congratulated you yet, Emilia! You didn't bring her this time? "
"I did, but Rem is still too young." Emilia shook her head. The Empire's beautiful face was flushed red. She proudly showed off to Suria. "Tomorrow, I'll bring Rem to the palace to play with her brother, Devenhill, okay? Sister Suria? "
"Uh … Of course. Welcome, Emilia." Suria was a little annoyed by Emilia's teasing.
This summer, Emilia gave birth to a beautiful girl for Laing and herself. Just as she told Laing, she named the little girl Rem and made her the princess of Nur. The little princess came with Emilia this time, but did not attend the banquet.
Emilia saw Suria's reluctant expression and was secretly pleased. She held Suria's arm again. "Sister Suria, Sister Suria, I brought a lot of gifts from Nur this time. They are all for you. Come with me to take a look!"
Emilia had indeed brought a lot of gifts this time. Suria could feel Emilia's sincerity and did not refuse.
"Okay!" Helena immediately agreed after hearing that. The three most powerful women of the Old World walked towards another room in the palace.
On the other side, Tegris was talking to Veronica and Teresa. Tegris' voice was emotionless. He carefully observed Veronica's spellcasting and ability to control the magic wind. He nodded slightly. "Yes, Madam Bernadotte. Compared to the last time we met, your magic has improved a lot."
"Thank you, Mister Tegris." Veronica finally found a chance to show off her new abilities and the fruits of her ascension to the sacred realm. She bowed respectfully and solemnly. "This is all thanks to your guidance. Thank you very much."
"My guidance was only to give you a key to open the door to the room. You'll have to rely on yourself after you enter." Tegris leaned on Lilith's moon staff and turned his dead fish eyes to the cold-looking female warlock in her long dress. "As for Madam Trovic, don't be disappointed. The way warlocks advance is different from wizards. Every warlock's way of reaching the divine realm is unique and not easy to replicate. What you need to do now is to accumulate enough magical knowledge and mana equivalent. As for how to condense your bloodline, I will spend some time to help you look up the books in Horst Tower. You can also ask your mother how she did it back then."
Ice magic didn't belong to the eight elements of magic. Even though Tegris was a magus of the highest rank, his knowledge of ice magic was limited. Elves didn't care for it at all.
"Mother had a fortuitous encounter at the time. She found the remains of an ancient saint in a wasteland in Kislev. She obtained a huge amount of pure ice energy from the stone pillars of the ancient saint's remains." Teresa shook her head in disappointment. "Ruins like that have been excavated in Kislöw for almost a millennium. It's really hard to find."
"Perhaps you can find a replacement." Tegris observed Teresa's mana carefully. "I'll need some time to look up some information and talk to Bellannar. I'll ask him if he has any information on this."
"Thank you very much." Teresa bowed to express her gratitude. Tegris nodded and turned to leave for the garden.
"Heh heh ~ My little princess, to think that you would have such a day. Hurry up, hurry up and show your respect and loyalty to me, the female elder of Jialan!" Veronica's attitude changed completely when she saw Tegris leave. She put her hands on her hips and taunted Teresa proudly.
Today, Jialan was wearing an evening gown with azaleas and light purple ripples. The collar of the gown was pushed up high to show off her pride. The slit of the gown was very high, revealing a pair of long, slender legs wrapped in ultra-thin, flesh-colored stockings and a pair of fish-mouth heels. Her pink nails were painted with red nail polish, and the stockings were decorated with butterfly patterns. Her bright and charming face was indescribably proud, and her sweet almond-shaped eyes were filled with joy.
"Hmph! Just you wait, Veronica! " Teresa's gown was shorter than Veronica's, but they were more or less the same. The only difference was that Teresa was wearing gray pantyhose, and the collar was not as low cut as Veronica's. The sorceress wanted to stomp her feet in anger, but she couldn't fight back.
"Heh, ten years ago, all I wanted to do was to step on you." Jialan said helplessly, "But now we're on the same side. How boring. Terovic, where's your mother?"
"Mother?" Teresa's expression changed slightly. "Look, she's over there."
Veronica looked in the direction Teresa was pointing, and this time, Jialan's expression changed slightly.
Aurora was also wearing a light blue strapless evening dress. Below the dress were her beautiful legs wrapped in black transparent stockings and her beautiful feet in black pointy high heels. She was sitting on a sofa in the corner, and right next to her, Wamir von Zhukov, Elector Wolffin and Grand Duke of Auster from the Imperium, was fawning over Aurora. With green light beaming out of his eyes, Elector Wamir kept toasting and looking for topics to talk about. Aurora, on the other hand, was chatting with him out of courtesy.
"Oh, it's that old pervert." Veronica covered her face with her hands. Kurfürst Wamir was one of the most distinguished people in terms of military abilities, internal affairs, and personal valor. Otherwise, the emperor wouldn't have chosen him to inherit the titles of Kurfürst and Grand Duke when he was still the captain of the Bull Knights at that time.
However, Elector Wamir had a problem, which was that he often couldn't control his lower body. Apart from his two sons, Oleg and Wassily, he had at least ten illegitimate children that he had publicly admitted. He also had many public mistresses, and there were even more that had not been made public. As far as Veronica knew, the female ambassador of Kislev in the Imperium was Elector Wamir's lover. At least a dozen female members of the Garland Parliament had claimed that they had slept with Elector Wamir.
"Dear Teresa, are you going to have a new father?" Veronica teased.
"… Veronica, let's go and take a look." Teresa frowned. "Mother is in a good mood today. If she drinks too much, it won't be good if she makes the wrong decision."
"Alright, alright."
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