I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 171 Meow Lanxi Empire Emperor

The atmosphere at the dance party has always been rather dull, perhaps because they are about to go to the battlefield. Almost everyone here...every cat is closely related to the battlefield. They are either officers who are about to set foot on the battlefield, or their family members.

Your Excellency Mowrington sat aside and drank in the style of a general. The amber liquid in the glass reflected the light, flickering, as if indicating the owner's uncertain mood.

The Duchess of Georgiana also came to invite Meowington to dance. Meowington, who was a veteran of the social circle, did not refuse. Accompanied by the latest and most popular waltz of the Meowbsburg royal family, she danced with the Duchess. A brisk one.

In this era, although the Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire, was ordered to disintegrate by His Majesty Napoleon, the royal claim of the Mewsburg-Lorraine family still exists, so the legal system is still in meow In the hands of the Fort family.

Even if only Austria is left as the main body now, as long as the Meowburg family does not die or abdicates for a day, the claim will always be in their hands.

Of course, Austria is also capable of great things, at least he has done two things relatively successfully.

One thing is to successfully make people think that Beethoven is an Austrian, and the other is to make people think that the failed art student who started World War II is a German.

If you fail the exam, World War II!
Of course, the influential figures in Austria in this era are not yet the turn of a powerful art student. At present, the hottest one should be Archduke Karl.

It was also the last emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Franz II, and the current first emperor of the Austrian Empire, Franz I.

It's quite messy, but after all, the name of the country has been changed, and the teeth still have to be reordered.

In fact, Shinra is not as evil as it is uploaded on the Internet. At least during the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, Shinra's martial arts were still very abundant.Like many people know that the empire on which the sun never sets refers to a country that was in full swing, but few people know that this sentence was said by Charles V, the emperor of the Habsburg dynasty.

"In my land the sun never sets meow!" declared Emperor Charles V at the time.

Of course, the claim of Charles V, the Emperor of the Shinra, was obtained by bribing the electors. Generally speaking, we call him King Carlos I of Spain.

After dancing with the Duke of Meowington, Georgiana wanted to invite Louis to dance to a song out of politeness, but because Louis really didn’t fit Meow Meow’s aesthetics, Georgiana gave up on herself after hesitating to speak. idea.

"It can be seen that you and your female partner don't quite fit our aesthetics here." Meowlington poured himself a little whiskey with his flexible cat claws, held it in his hand and pointed it at the light, looking at it with a somewhat blurred gaze. The liquid in the glass, gently put the glass on the side table for a long time.

"I've discovered this problem too." Louis didn't mind. To be honest, he's not Fu Ruikong, and it's a big deal to be seen by these cats, okay?

The Duke of Meowington laughed loudly, his sharp teeth gleaming coldly under the light - it can be seen that His Excellency the Duke usually pays great attention to the maintenance of his teeth, otherwise how could he have such a good set of teeth.

"At your age, I have already changed two or three female partners, meow." The Duke of Meowlington raised his elegant legs, "Oh yes, how old are you?"

"Fourteen," Louis replied, picking up a biscuit.

"Ah... Fourteen." If the Duke of Meowington hadn't been blocked by the cat fur, his cheeks would definitely be flushed.He thought for a while, and said for himself: "14 years old, ha... Well, you are really young and promising, meow."

"Tsk, except for the little one, all three of them are my women." Louis pointed to the two ladies who were watching the cat dance, and introduced them seriously.

Of course, he was bragging for the sake of the man, so he sent a message to Christaza in his heart to tell her to shut up.

Kristaza wanted to refute, but dared not.To be honest, as Louis's personal maid, in ancient times, she was always a housemaid, how could she escape the fate of being captured by Louis.On the other hand, the main reason is that Louis is a little handsome, so it's okay to make him feel cheap.

The Duke of Meowington opened his eyes wide, with a respectful expression on his face, as if he was looking at Louis again.

"Heroes don't care about youth, I admire meow." This time, Duke Mewrington gave Louis a thumbs up sincerely, thanks to his flexible cat claws.

"Thank you." Louis proudly tickled Christasa's chin, causing the latter to narrow her eyes comfortably.

Maybe dragons, like cats, like to be touched on the chin?
At this moment, a disheveled herald came in from the outside, and Louis could tell from his attire.

The herald walked up to Mewrington, stood at attention and saluted, and the Duke of Meowrington also got up to return the salute.

"Report to Your Excellency the Marshal..."

Seeing that the herald had attracted the attention of others, the Duke of Meowington immediately interrupted him: "Okay, I see, shhh, give me the letter."

After the herald handed the letter to Meowington, he saluted and turned to leave the ball.

After putting the letter in his pocket, the Duke of Meowington looked at the people who were staring at him, and said with a smile: "Go on, everyone, this is just a very ordinary letter from home."

After getting his answer, the crowd resumed their noise.

Seeing that people turned their attention away, Duke Meowington opened the letter.

It is a letter from William, Prince of Orange of the Netherlands.

The letter was written after ten o'clock, and it probably meant that the Prussian army was forced to retreat from Fleurs by the French army.Since Fleurs was northeast of Charleroi, this meant that the French had already crossed the Sambre.

The letter contained no description of the true strength of the French army, which made Duke Meowington hesitate.

After a while, he made up his mind, and called the herald, and asked him to send a message to the Prince of Orange, ordering him to return to the battlefield immediately.

The herald hurried off with orders from Lord Meowington.

As a bag of famous sauces, the Duke of Meowington has already seen through the clues of Napoleon’s true intentions—of course, he is not the same as Pique’s ability to see through Ronaldo’s attack. History has proved that his judgment is indeed true. is correct.

Otherwise, he would have become a powerhouse long before Pique.

"Let's go, Louis, let's go eat." Meowington, who saw through Napoleon's intentions, was very relaxed, and even the cat's whiskers were trembling happily.

"It just so happens that I'm a little hungry too." Luis smiled and nodded in agreement.

The dinner of cats is always seafood, and also poultry, especially the black truffle, which has recently become famous because of Nahuang's eating.At this time, the rules of Russian food have not yet become popular, and the cat attendants are constantly shuttling around, serving gourmet dishes to the guests.

"The battlefield conditions are poor, let's deal with it and have a meal." The Duke of Meowington said, using a spoon to spread a spoonful of full-grained caviar evenly on the bread, and opened his cat's mouth to swallow it in one gulp.

As the food entered, Meowington's eyes closed slightly, and the cat's whiskers trembled, looking extremely satisfied.

Soldiers, there are no rules about eating.Louis's etiquette has always been impeccable when there are outsiders, and Meowington is also admiring repeatedly.

"Elegance, it's so elegant." Duke Meowington said, shaking his head, "I think you must be a nobleman from the far east, otherwise you wouldn't have such an inner temperament."

Louis thought I was the Duke of Cambridge next to your house.

Of course, he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only say with a smile: "You guessed it right, I also happen to be a duke."

"Oh, that's great!" Meowington's expression became more satisfied. He stretched out his cat's paw and patted Louis' arm, feeling that he had truly accepted Louis this time.

Bringing English in this era is not just bringing English, but the whole world is this virtue.

There is no ancestral small status in the family, they are all nouveau riche cats.

After eating a few mouthfuls, a Norwegian forest cat with smooth fur and smooth fur hurried in from the outside. It seemed that it was not very old.

"Your Excellency the Marshal, Your Excellency the Marshal!" He called Meowington incessantly.

Poor Duke Meowington just took a bite of the bread, and the bread was still in his mouth, looking so cute.Hearing a familiar voice, he turned around in shock, and quickly tore the bread from his mouth: "William? Didn't I let you go back to the battlefield? Why did you go back to Brussels?"

The person who came was the Prince of Orange just now, William.

Now the Prince of Orange is generally known as William II in history—of course not the bearded William II, the diplomatic genius and bearded leader of the old Berlin Zhenghe Banner, but William of the Netherlands.

Well, the Prince of the Netherlands lives in Brussels.

Before William had time to say anything, he looked around and sat next to Meowington. After receiving a credible hint from Louis, William whispered: "At 10:30, Napoleon had almost advanced to Four Arms Village... "

"I know William, you should go back to your army." Duke Meowington said with a frown.

"But, Your Excellency..." William wanted to say something more, but saw Meowington staring at him closely.

"William, you have to go back to your army, your soldiers need you more now." Meowington said in a strong tone: "Don't worry, I have prepared a perfect countermeasure, you just need to put your heart back in your stomach. "

"Okay." William nodded, didn't even eat, and hurried away with a worried expression on his face.

After eating and chatting for more than 20 minutes, the Duke of Mewlington led people to the study of the Duke of Mewsman, where the situation map of the entire battlefield was hung.

He looked at the map carefully and exclaimed sincerely: "God! Napoleon has shamed me. He has marched towards me for 24 hours..."

It is this sentence that has to make people think crooked.

Meowlington, standing in front of the map, was worried that his army would not be able to stop Napoleon's offensive in Four Arms Village. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to take the small village that looked good on the map as his decisive victory.

When asked by other generals what he planned to do, Meowington replied: "I have ordered the army to go to Four Arms Village, but I will not fight him there. If there is a decisive battle, I must be here. Fight him."

Louis had sharp eyes and saw Meowington pointing his thumb to a place called Waterloo.

The reason why he let the British reserve team in Brussels rush to the village of Four Arms further ahead was also to buy time for his main force to advance to Waterloo.This is all he can do now, and the function of the Four Arms Village is only to delay the action of the French army, so as to race against time for him and Blücher to gather troops.

In the early hours of the morning, the ball ended in a solemn atmosphere, and the officers and soldiers left one after another.Mothers, wives, and girlfriends cried, hugged, and waved their tomcats to fight.Some headed for Four Arms in knee-length trousers, stockings and dancing shoes before they even had time to change.

"This is a night of farewell." Duke Meowington looked at the sad scene in front of him, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Louis shook his head, and said with some emotion: "It's just pity for those bones left unattended by the Rhine River, maybe they are still the ones my wife misses in her dreams..."

There is actually no problem with what he said, after all, the tributary of the Rhine comes from Belgium.Speaking of the tributary, maybe no one knows, but the name of the Rhine is really known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan.

Catherine looked at Louis proudly, feeling flattered in her heart, saying "my deer is awesome".

Meowington was stunned for a moment, carefully smacked Louis's words, and repeatedly praised: "Your Excellency is really good at writing."

But he didn't see Ye Ziyan rolling his eyes inadvertently.

This brat is translating poems and pretending to be educated again...

While waiting to set off, he was a little bored, out of the corner of Louis's eye, he saw Chromie waving at him.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked curiously.

Chromy mysteriously pulled Louis over, found a secluded place, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to see what Napoleon is doing now?"

"Can you see it?" Louis regained his energy. He had been wondering what kind of cat Napoleon would be...

Chromie snapped his fingers, and his surroundings were instantly surrounded by the sands of time. In a trance, as if wearing a VR device, Louis felt as if he was in a strange place.

In front of him was a huge map, and in front of the map stood a golden gradient wearing a coat.

Chubby, very simple and honest, Louis couldn't hold back, and almost didn't go up to Rua, but was stopped by Chromie.

"This is Napoleon." Chromie introduced Louis in an ordinary voice. Sure enough, no one in this conference room noticed the existence of the two of them even though her voice was not low.

Soon, Napoleon in front of the map moved. He looked around at the generals sitting below and began his pre-war speech.

Napoleon's accent is very strange, French with a bit of Italian marine flavor, if it is not often influenced by Vitaly, Louis really can't understand what he is saying.

(End of this chapter)