When Leon returned to the streets of Sea Gate Pass, three hours had already passed. This meal had lasted for a long time, but no matter how long they had eaten, it did not affect the prosperity and prosperity of Sea Gate Pass. The streets were filled with humans and dwarves, especially the expeditionary army. It seemed that Francois had already arranged for them to be stationed. At this time, many people in the expeditionary army could no longer hold back and began to spend.
After a few months, it was as if the expeditionary army had once again returned to the civilized world. People sang and danced, celebrating this huge victory. Even the dwarves and human merchants in the Sea Gate Pass were greatly encouraged, because the expeditionary army's war had also helped the Sea Gate Pass. Now, not to mention the next ten years, the victory of Ba Feng Mountain had guaranteed that the Sea Gate Pass would not face a big WAAAGH for the next thirty to forty years.
No one knew if it was because of the arrival of the supreme king or because Haimen Pass was happy about this victory, but today, King Bernov lifted the curfew. The grocery stores, food stores, and blacksmiths were all open, and the soldiers of the expeditionary army were wandering around in groups. At this moment, the soldiers of the expeditionary army were all rich.
Even though the rewards for the expedition had yet to be fully distributed, they were still a part of Eight Peaks Mountain's treasury. In fact, the army had also found quite a bit of wealth in Skarnik's treasure and Quake's collection, including quite a few Aurora, clay and high-precision items. A rough count would put them at more than a hundred thousand crowns. So, Leon generously gave them all to the army without leaving out a single drop.
The king's generosity won the hearts of everyone. Nobody disliked a generous leader.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Greetings, Knight King!"
Laing's appearance caused many soldiers and knights to cheer. Everyone respectfully made way for him and bowed.
The streets of Sea Gate Pass weren't wide, and there was a sense of neatness unique to the dwarves. Laing frowned when he saw this. The king was a little tired, so he could only wave his hand to show that he had heard and quickly turned into a corner.
Now that Laing was the king, he couldn't even find peace and quiet. His every move would become the focus of attention. Even though he wasn't considered 'fragile' by the Empire like Emperor Karl-franz, it was impossible for him to walk the streets alone. There were too many internal and military affairs entangled with the king, and he rarely had time to be alone.
In the history of Brittania, there were many Knight Kings whose personal bravery did not increase after they ascended the throne. Instead, they decreased slightly. Obviously, this was the reason. Whether it was the knight's virtue or military training, the knightly nobles were essentially military nobles rather than administrative nobles. As a result, there were not many Knight Kings who were good at political affairs, but they had to shoulder the burden because of their responsibilities.
In this dark age, everyone was carrying a heavy burden as they moved forward.
"Baklava! Baklava! Delicious baklava! Fresh from the oven! Delicious! " Laing noticed that a few Arabis and dwarves were selling a dessert. There weren't many people in the corner of the shop, so Laing walked over.
Baklava was a very special snack. This snack came from Arabi and was flavored with syrup or honey. The middle part was chopped nuts, and the top and bottom were layers of crispy pastry made with grease. There were squares, diamonds, and triangles, and it tasted crisp, sweet, and fragrant.
"Sweeter than first love!" This was the advertisement for this dessert. Laing took out two silver coins and bought a cup of bitter Arabi black tea. He sat alone in the corner of the busy market and watched the bustling crowd. He just sat in the corner and ate in silence.
Thinking of what happened before, Laing felt a little annoyed. The Supreme King's wisdom and diplomatic skills were obviously a level higher than his. In the beginning, he was completely led by the Supreme King, and Solgreen also had the capital to do so. The Supreme King was a thousand years old, and if he wanted to show off his seniority, he could do it all the way back to the era of the Three Emperors! Who knew how much the Supreme King had experienced? He had seen many things with his own eyes, heard them with his own ears, and experienced them with his own hands. Would Laing dare to compete with him with hearsay and historical documents?
That would be courting death! This was not a dispute of personal feelings, but a conversation between kings. Any flaw would be caught by the Supreme King, and the Supreme King was the most calculative and fussy dwarf! If he was not careful, he would be labeled as "You've created history again". This was going to be recorded in the book of hatred!
Laing was not joking. Not to mention other things, the Empire's Brunswick University and the Nur University often caused academic disputes because they did not believe in their own history. In the end, they could only go to the dwarves to find out what the truth was.
Damn it, when will I be able to reach the diplomatic level of Brother Kirman or Brother Fogen? Laing was very annoyed as he ate the sweet dessert and complained to himself.
"Hey! Ah Fu! Ah Fu, come with me quickly! " At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away. It was a barbarian woman with a sturdy figure, two axes hanging from her waist, wearing leather armor and a leather jacket, and bearskin boots. Her hair was loose, and she was shopping with a Temple Knight. She shouted excitedly, "I want to eat this. Give me a portion … No, give me two portions, and a large portion!"
The stall owner saw her and gave her two hot dogs stuffed with ham, bacon, fresh vegetables, and salad dressing. As a result, the barbarian woman took the food and left. The stall owner was so shocked that he almost jumped up. "Hey! Miss, you haven't paid yet! "
"Ah Fu!" The barbarian woman shouted impatiently, and the Paladin hurried to take out the money. "I'll pay, I'll pay. How much?"
After paying, before Al Frey could buy himself something to eat, Ingrid stuffed one of the hot dogs into Ah Fu's mouth. "This is yours. Ah Fu, let's go over there and take a look."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!" Al Frey didn't have time to say anything before he was led away by Ingrid.
You also call him Ah Fu?
Laing looked at this scene and didn't know why, but he felt a little unhappy.
However, the Knight King smiled helplessly.
Yes, I have a family, and Ah Fu should also have a family. Although this barbarian woman is a little strong and barbaric, it's good that she doesn't have any political influence behind her, and she doesn't belong to any faction, which will help Ah Fu maintain …
Damn it, after being a king for so long, I've also become like this!
I'm already a dirty adult, and I can't go back to my original pure self.
Laing laughed dryly and scratched his head. He finished the remaining baklava in a few mouthfuls, and the sweet taste stimulated his taste buds.
It's time to go home by boat!
… I'm the section divider that you're not worthy of calling him Ah Fu …
At the same time, passing through the eternal giant subspace storm, the main material universe, the core of the Human Empire, Holy Terra, the palace, the Supreme Overlord Council.
This was already the 42nd millennium. Even though the Emperor had announced his return, the Human Empire still had to face endless enemies. The Supreme Regent, Lord Kiliman, had been trying his best to deal with the tide of Chaos through unyielding expeditions. But even at such a critical juncture, some kind of sacred ceremony still took up a lot of the Supreme Overlord Council's time.
A small boat descended from the orbit above the Holy Terra, which was shining with a brilliant golden light. The emissary was a little uneasy. He had to come to the Supreme Liege Council for a ritual meeting, just like many other rituals. The reason for this meeting, the reason, and the meaning of this meeting had long disappeared in the fog of the human empire's history for thousands of years. However, a ritual was a ritual. Since this ritual existed from the moment the Emperor appeared, there was no doubt about it.
A ceremony was a ceremony.
But today, the ceremony was very different from the past. It made the messenger very nervous because the Supreme Overlord Council had decided that since the Emperor had returned, they no longer had the authority to resolve the matter. The messenger had to meet the Emperor himself.
Fortunately, everything had been arranged. When the messenger strode into the throne room under the lead of the Imperial Guard, he met the Emperor himself as he wished. The face that gathered countless miracles and light, and the cold gaze that scrutinized everything, made the messenger almost humble and worshipful. The messenger took a few deep breaths, and then began to recite the words engraved into his DNA.
"The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland once again pleads with the Emperor for permission to delay the departure time. We need more time to discuss and vote."
The messenger's voice echoed in the empty throne room, but it was quickly drowned out by the noise of the instruments and the sound of ozone vaporizing. The messenger bowed and waited for the Emperor's reply.
The Imperial Emperor did not reply. Just like that, two minutes passed. The emissary could already feel the furious gazes of the Imperial Guards standing beside him. Every second of the Human Lord's time was so precious, and he actually let the Imperial Emperor waste two minutes?
The messenger doubted if the Emperor had heard his words. He pondered if he should repeat it, and so he looked up.
There was no expression on the Emperor's face, but from his expression, it was obvious that he was reminiscing about something, searching for something. The messenger was about to repeat the message, but the Emperor raised his hand, indicating that there was no need.
The King of Humans finally spoke. "I have heard and agreed to your request. I will extend the departure time by another 999 years. Your request has been received, and the time has been given. In the name of humanity, that is all."
As if he had been pardoned, the messenger quickly bowed and left. Thus, the King of Humans once again returned to the reality of the war against the destructive forces of Chaos.
However, he was not the only one in the throne room. The authority and power of the King of Humans were so convincing that the mechanical clergy and the Imperial Guard, as well as the bureaucrats of the Empire's Executive Court, did not raise any questions to the King of Humans. However, there was a curious fellow who was an exception.
"So, father, what is that? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? What is that, Brexit, and what is that? " Sitting on the golden throne, Magnus the Red Son spoke. He curiously asked his father, "What the hell is that? What could make my father, who has infinite wisdom, infinite power, and infinite desire, spend two minutes thinking about it? "
The Emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus. The Red Son was holding a few copies of the [Army Flag – Weekly Article], as well as an ancient book dug out from under the palace. This ancient book was once thought to contain taboo knowledge, but after the Emperor's confirmation, it was just an ordinary historical novel.
Even though he was sitting on the golden throne, Magnus still maintained his diligent and studious appearance. Seeing that the Emperor did not answer, he asked again, "There must be a meaning to it, right? Father? "
"… That is an ancient ritual from the Holy Terra 2k era." The Emperor seemed to be a little annoyed, so he finally spoke. "It is very ancient and very memorable, but other than that, it is nothing."
"This ritual is so ancient and memorable that it would make you, the King of Humans, who every second is precious, waste two minutes of your time on it?!" After hearing this, Magnus became even more interested. He kept asking. "Say it, say it, I want to know. Tell me!"
"Father, say it, I want to know!"
"What does that ritual represent?"
Magnus sat on his golden throne, chattering away without end.
"You are always so curious, Magnus." The Emperor was annoyed to the point that he couldn't do anything. He turned his head and looked coldly at Little Magician Mago who was sitting on the golden throne. "Curiosity will hurt you. Did you not learn from the previous incident?"
"That's still better than sitting on the golden throne for a long time!" Magnus was starting to get upset. He kept shouting, "Think about it. I am the geno prototype, one of the sons of the human leader. For the human Empire, for you, I have sat on the golden throne for so long. I have sacrificed myself. Shouldn't you give me something in return for my sacrifice?"
"…" The Emperor knew that Magnus was threatening him. This guy was only useful in this way, but no matter what, the Emperor was fair and selfless. If Little Mago didn't sit on the golden throne, then he had to sit on it. For now, Magnus was still useful, so his small, insignificant request should be satisfied. Otherwise, if this guy caused trouble, the entire star beacon would be affected.
As a result, the 'Weekly Report' would always be delivered to the throne room on time. The imperial emperor also opened up a few books to pass the time for Magnus to pass the time.
"Do you still remember the woman with the surname Windsor who came in under Trajan's lead more than a hundred days ago?" The Emperor coldly said. "From the 2k era to the 42k era, countless rulers, scholars, heroes, high leaders, and courts have come and gone, but there is only one woman named Windsor. That's all I have to say."
“？？？！！！” Magnus opened his eyes wide. He was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent. "She is immortal?!"
"The question is over. If there are no more questions, continue with your duties." The Emperor ignored Magnus.
"Wait! Father, I have another question! "Magnus said with great joy in his father's misfortune." Hey! Father, what are you going to do about Kirriman and Luo Jia? "
"…" Emperor's expression changed slightly.
A few weeks ago, a terrible internal conflict occurred during Kirriman's Unyielding Expedition.
This supreme Regent of the Empire and the new Pope of the Empire, Luo Jia, who led the Battle Sisters of the Emperor's Daughters to support the Empire, had a fierce conflict. Both sides fought fiercely. Kiliman broke Luo Jia's nose with a punch, while Luo Jia smashed Kiliman's head with his double-headed eagle scepter.
The cause of all this was because the Regent of the Empire said something in his victory speech after the war.
"The Emperor is not a god."
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