industrial lord

Chapter 260 Gifts
When the army set out, they got up before dawn to make breakfast, packed up their things immediately after breakfast, and hurried on their way at dawn, and began to set up camp at noon, otherwise they would not be able to build a stable camp before dark.

From the evening onwards, Phocas and his men sipped wine and meat while admiring the belly dance.

Ever since Phocas sought to join the court, his hobby has become an object for others to emulate, and belly dancing from the south has become a new court music in the past two years.

A roasted whole lamb was carried in front of Phocas, and Galini saluted Phocas beside the roasted whole lamb.

Phocas had a proud smile on his face, but he complained in his mouth: "Oh, Galini, let the servants do this kind of thing, why do you have to do it yourself."

Galini is in his early 40s and looks quite young, with chestnut-colored hair and eyes, a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, which attract women's attention very much.

He said to Phocas very calmly: "Your Majesty, their craftsmanship is not good, and the fire is not well controlled."

Phocas smiled and asked him to sit aside, and personally cut off the part of the neck and torso from the whole roast lamb, and asked the slave girl to serve it to Galini, which was his favorite part.

When the slave girl put the roast mutton in front of Galini, Galini stood up and thanked Phocas meticulously.

Then Phokas cut two more pieces of meat from the back, one for Hakan and the other for Arda, an officer of the Ghazi Imperial Guard who came to support him.

The other nobles could only look at the three with envy. Their roast mutton was cut by servants.

Phocas leaned back on the sturdy chair and snorted. Immediately, a female slave put a napkin on his chest, and other female slaves fed delicacies and fine wines into his mouth.

There were quite a few people present who ate like this, with the exception of Galini, who could also do the same, but only let the female slave that Phocas rewarded him pour wine into the cup.

Belly dancers wearing 50% transparent tulle dresses and extremely fabric-saving vests danced more and more intensely. The bells on their wrists and ankles made crisp and pleasant sounds, and the atmosphere of the scene became more and more enthusiastic.

Amidst the sound of dancing bells and the aroma of wine and meat, the surrounding soldiers were pouring soybean powder, minced bacon and all the messy things they could find that could theoretically be eaten into the pot to make a pot.

When everyone was in high spirits, someone came to announce that Duke Wesson had sent a gift to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Oh?" Phocas was startled, "That boy Wesson will give me a gift?"

Immediately, someone stood up and raised a wine glass to flatter: "This must be His Majesty personally leading an army of [-]. Wesson feels like a slime facing a dragon. This is the beginning of flattering His Majesty and begging for surrender."

Other people who took a step back also stood up one after another and began to flatter.

One person said obscenely: "Your Majesty, you can't take advantage of him. I heard that his fiancée is the most beautiful woman in the upper reaches of the Danube. Why don't you let him present his fiancée. I also heard that there are many beautiful women in his place." Women, it seems that there is also his teacher Psyche..."

Before he could finish speaking, a wine glass and a plate were slammed on his head.

Galini and Hakan shot at the same time, and they couldn't keep their heads.

Hakan breathed a sigh of relief, if he hadn't repeatedly confirmed that Grandma Psyche stayed in Wessen State and didn't follow her, he would have run away long ago.

Phocas made a gesture, and naturally someone understood.

It was just a small nobleman who died when he died. His body was dragged away and thrown away. The army, property, and territory were all returned to the emperor. Naturally, someone would take care of these things.

Galini glared at the body being dragged away, and remained silent for a long time.

The other nobles pretended they didn't see it, so what if they saw it, and challenged the two masters of the law god?
The scene was lively again, flattery photos were taken, belly dances were danced, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Okay, okay." Phocas stood up with a smile, "I'll see what good things Wesson sent."

The gift was carried up quickly. It was a big box one person tall, and it would be no problem for several people to stand in it.

The people who brought the presents lowered their heads, not daring to look up at Phocas.

"It's you?" Phokas asked him in surprise, "Aren't you at the forward camp?"

Those people knelt down at once, and the leader trembled and said, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... the camp is lost!"

Phocas's face turned dark all of a sudden, but he didn't order those people to be punished, he just said in a cold voice: "Tell me what happened,"

The defense strength of that camp is not low, but if Richard Nall shot it himself, it would be no different from straw weaving.

Phocas has been in the leadership for many years, and he knows that the failure caused by the gap in strength should not be too demanding, so ask clearly.

The leading officer lowered his head and said, "A woman came the day before yesterday with gray hair and a flaming saber. She charged up on horseback and smashed the gate of the camp. She brought a dozen people and killed her in."

"When they came in, most of them killed us to the wall. The woman led a few people and killed us from the beginning to the end. When they finally arrived in front of us, they were covered in the blood of the brothers."

After he finished speaking, someone immediately said: "Your Majesty, this woman should be Princess Mary of the Osmaga Empire."

Phocas just nodded without saying anything, and asked someone to open the box.

There is a button on the wooden board of the box. When it is pressed, the wooden board will fall around like a flower blooming.

A black shadow suddenly shot out from the box, circled in the air, and flew towards Phocas.

Galini stood up suddenly, and when he raised his hand, a flame arm stretched out two meters, and grabbed the shadow.

"Elemental puppet?" Galini frowned.

It was a dark, rough-looking bird with a letter inside its body.

Phocas took the letter presented by Galini with both hands and read it, his face that was dark after seeing the gift was so angry that the fat on his cheeks trembled.

"Wesson!" Phokas roared, and slammed the letter on the table in front of him, "I must kill you!"

Galini also had a dark face, carefully picked up the letter, and saw Frederick wrote on the letter: "Phocas, you [勥Wesson swearing]! How dare you blackmail me back then! Now that I'm here, I want to If you survive, put on this dress and dance belly dance in front of me for three days and three nights!"

Others present did not dare to breathe after the box was opened.

What Frederick sent was a set of belly dancer skirts, which were worn on a wooden figure whose figure was exactly the same as that of the emperor.

And this skirt is made of coarse linen, which is only worn by dancers in the kind of shops where sailors and coachmen go.

Galini's eyes were also burning with anger, and he turned to Phocas and said, "Your Majesty, I'm going to arrest Wesson and let you punish him!"

After finishing speaking, he left regardless of whether Phocas agreed or not.

(End of this chapter)