Warhammer Throne

As Aichan led a large army to the center of the Chaos Wasteland to prepare for the coronation ceremony of the Eternal God's Choice, the diplomatic activities of Bretania continued.

In the Palace of Fontainebleau, the great nobles of Noor and the great nobles of Brittany were chatting happily.

On Brittany’s side, the lords of military service headed by the Duke of Bohemond and the Duke of François, especially those who have been named Marshals, are proudly sharing their views and almost forever. Endless victory.

In Nuer, there are more businessmen and great engineers, but it is obviously also the protagonists of military aristocrats, headed by Noor General Marshal Erstein, Justice Noor Theodore Bruckner, and A group of Nur generals, and most of the Nur army's command system has come to Brittany. It not only makes people wonder if there is an accident, whether the people who stay behind Nur can cope with the trouble.

As Ryan’s capable general and political commissar of the 1st Guards Lancers, Beria Gulag was not so popular at the banquet. On the one hand, his temperament was too eerie and terrifying. On the other hand, as a Nuer. In the north, Kislov’s Maozi bloodline is destined to be despised, and Beria does not have the charm, marshal status, and martial merits of Marshal Rokosovsky, and is naturally rejected by the Nuer. Although the knight nobles recognize Pele Ya, but rarely communicate with him.

It’s good, Beria doesn’t care much. He is just standing in the corner and watching everything, eating silently, thinking about what he should do next. The things on Kislev’s side are basically It's completely over, Beria's presence is gradually decreasing.

As a bureaucrat, Beria knows his role for Ryan. He knows that he has to avoid troubles, but he also needs to be able to make things happen. Only when things happen can he make Ren depend on and reuse them. He has the opportunity to continue climbing.

But how do you do it?

While Beria was still thinking, he was wearing a full set of Chinese clothes, with mid-length hair, well-dressed, and leaning on a cane. Talleyrand, the high elf, had already dealt with a large circle of nobles. The **** had obviously already drunk. After several cups, he came to Beria with ease: "Can I rest here for a while? Mr. Chief Political Commissar?"

"Whatever you want." Beria picked up a handful of macaroni from a large plate of macaroni, added a lot of black pepper sauce, and then chose a cup of orange juice and a large sirloin steak for himself. Lieran didn’t have any special feelings, but he didn’t have too much dislike. He liked talking to high elves, but he hated the high elves’ style of hoarding wealth and taking bribes everywhere. Bella admitted deep in his heart that he was jealous of Talleyrand. Long sleeves are good at dancing and can be welcomed by everyone: "I just think you should prefer that environment, Mr. Talleyrand."

"No one likes an environment forever, Mr. Beria." Talleyrand looked at Beria's lake-green military uniform and the various medals he deliberately wore, and smiled playfully. The high elf glanced at his chest. I found a place to sit down and cut off a roast goose leg from a roast goose very elegantly with a silver knife. He smiled and said, “Even if you like to socialize, you will get tired. By the way I want to talk to you too."

"What can we talk about?" Beria wasn't sure what Talleyrand wanted to do, but the Urgols accepted the challenge.

"Oh, Ah Su Yan is here, we can talk a lot, right?" Talleyrand cast his eyes to the three knight King Lane, Queen Suria and Countess Emilia who were in the banquet center: " Just like them, there are always endless topics to talk about."

There is no doubt that Beria and Talleyrand are close ministers of Ryan. These two guys have always had different opinions in front of Ryan, but it is okay to have a private relationship in private. Beria puts down the orange juice: "The scale of Nur’s delegation is really As many people worry, if something happens to Wesson’s or Nur, can Nur solve the problem by himself?"

"What can be the problem? What can be the problem?" Talleyrand thought for a while and shook his head: "Beria, you are accustomed to strongman politics. You may not know that Nuer and Wesson already have a high degree of autonomy. The city council and the local self-government army of the United States do not need a supreme leader so much. Noor is the Riker collar to the north, Sol collar to the south, Ivy collar to the east, and Breeze Castle in the Gray Mountains to the west. of."

"Really?" Beria didn't intend to argue with Talleyrand on this point, and the Urgols continued: "I always think that this kind of parliament and autonomy system is not conducive to bringing the power of the country together."

"Yes, you're right." Talleyrand pulled his throat, and the high elf's expression was inexplicably playful and interesting: "But my Mr. Beria, don't you understand? The dictatorship decides the upper limit, and the division decides. The lower limit, the parliament and local autonomy may not be able to reverse everything, but it is not too bad. Furthermore, think about it, Noor has been running smoothly for nearly two decades without their duke, and then waited until Emmanuel The Lord returns, and what about us in Brittania? Suppose your Majesty the Knights... including the Queen are out, how long can the whole kingdom run smoothly? Up to one year, no more."

"But he succeeded." Beria muttered.

"Yes, your majesty succeeded, your majesty is the greatest." Talleyrand shrugged indifferently: "But do you know that the reason why your majesty is so great is because he is your majesty, and your majesty is him. Try another person? Who? Dare to do this, John I and John II are proof that no one can be like him, no one."

After hearing this, Beria frowned in her heart. Listening to Talleyrand's words, it seemed that the high elf didn't agree with everything about King Ryan?

This is not very easy to answer. After thinking about it, Belliya said with a serious expression: "For me, there is no day in the sky, there is only one sun! I will always be loyal to your majesty, and other things are beyond my scope of consideration!"

Talleyrand sighed. The high elf first looked at Beria from head to toe, and then raised the corners of his mouth to the limit without a smile: "Look, this is the reason, Beria. Sir, as I said, as long as your Majesty is here, there will be no problems with the whole kingdom and it will be united."

Beria suddenly realized, but before he could say more, Talleyrand went on to say: "Your Majesty’s prestige is amazing. This is the basis for his ability to do many things smoothly, but so many things are tied to him personally. For example, the abolition of noble privileges, for example, the governor system, these things are carried out by your majesty’s will, if your majesty...you know, the old nobles and the descendants of the nobles who have lost their privileges will be extremely strong. The counterattack will be counted. Within three generations, no knights will lose the title of nobility, the judicial power through the local circuit court, and the governor system will no longer be implemented, and will even be retaliated."

"But he is your majesty." Beria insisted: "He is our king, he can do it."

"Yes, just because he is our king and he is your majesty, I, Talleyrand, will follow him willingly." Talleyrand smiled. He watched as Ryan was talking and joking with Suria, the Knight King secretly Dropping a few drops of lemon juice into Su Liya's wine glass caused the queen to be angry, and the lame smiled incredibly: "I'm just a jester, and the jester's job is to tell the king that he is not omnipotent. He is not what he imagined. The land is so powerful. Kingship has no eternity. When your Majesty is blinded by vanity and pride, I am responsible for reminding him, and you are an independent minister. The good news is that it seems that your Majesty can hardly be blinded by arrogance, and his life grows. There is almost no end in sight."

Talleyrand's words made Beria's brows slightly stretched out, although he didn't want to admit it, the Ugols knew that Talleyrand was true.

"So in Osu'an?" Beria put down the silver knife and fork, and the Ugoers tried to make themselves less curious: "The Phoenix King does not need a jester?"

"Yes, the Phoenix King doesn't need jesters. On the contrary, Lord Tyrion needs them very much, but he can't tolerate jesters. This is the reason why I, Talleyrand, is destined to be unable to make a career in Osuan." Nodding slowly, the high elves sighed: "The high elves’ elven princes are crowded with the entire administrative center. They resist change and the power to resist change. Rigidity and conservativeness fill the entire Phoenix Palace. Any slight change will cause Their fierce opposition is not that no one has a long-term vision, nor that no one wants to deal with the ongoing recession, but the answer is-the bill cannot pass."

"Hey, as long as the cakes of those noble families and elven princes are touched, various factions will immediately unite to oppose. Everyone is only looking at the immediate interests. Many people can't do anything, but they can make the Phoenix King or the warlord It can't be done. It becomes that any policy that wants to be passed must be negotiated, married, lured or even threatened by force."

"Any policy has timeliness. A proposal that has taken decades to pass has passed its best time." Talleyrand sneered for a while: "With these insects, how can we do good politics."

"So this is the defect of confession and republic. Although it is not too bad, the overall decline is still slow." Beria thoughtfully: "The dictatorship may bring the country to its peak, and it may also Will it be brought into the abyss?"

"It's a pity that Lord Tyrion could neither bring Osuan into the heyday, nor did he have a chance to bring Osuan into the abyss." Talleyrand said meaningfully, "So I came to the old world."

"You seem to ignore the Phoenix King?"

"Fenuba is in the Phoenix Court."

The two were silent for a while, and Beria spoke: "I think we need to do something, Talleyrand, I have a proposal."

"Say, I will consider it." Talleyrand nodded.

"It is said that the little eternal queen will come to the old world and plan to negotiate with the dwarves?" A flame of ambition appeared in Beria's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Talleyrand's eyes lit up.

"Why don't you, let me arrange it, how about you?"

"can!"

On the other side of the banquet, dressed in full dress, dressed in a black palace dress embellished with flowers, Luo, peach, pink, rain, and dark curtains, with bright golden waterfall-like hair wrapped behind his head, a pair of beautiful long legs wrapped in black pearl luster T crotch silky satin pantyhose, camellia patterned creamy white bow and pearl pointed high heels, Queen Suria, the knight queen, took Ryan’s arm and smiled at her husband: "Look at the two of Beria and Talleyrand. The guy is sitting together, maybe something is planning!"

"I know them, it's nothing more than something." Ryan didn't care. The Knight King was confident that he was able to control the two close ministers. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Madam, if the Emmanuel-class land battle cruiser cannot solve the power problem. It seems that I can't go into battle anymore."

"Nur is at this level." Emilia is wearing a calendula crown and flame-carved classical hip skirt, wearing a baroness laurel crown on her head, and her legs wrapped in ultra-thin jacquard polka dot fluorescent pantyhose. Holding Ryan's other arm unconvincingly, the Empire Lady's face was very unnaturally flushed, and she whispered in Ryan's ear: "Don't you have a way? I remember you did."

"Ryan can't guarantee that it will be solved, Emilia." Su Liya smiled and covered her mouth, the female knight's sea-blue eyes stared at the little maid: "You Nuer didn't have the conditions to achieve it, so don't take it so easily. I promised it all."

"It's all Ryan's indicators are too high!" Emilia felt her legs feel weak when she smelled Ryan's body. The little maid couldn't help remembering that she was picked up by Ryan from behind last night and spit out to the endless starry sky outside the window. The small tongue and hands made a "V" gesture, representing the strange expression that he showed when he was completely triumphed.

Of course, the next morning, Frederick kept asking about the embarrassing situation of sleeping comfortably with her father last night. Emilia grabbed her son and spanked her son in shame and annoyance, but the bear kid was physically strong. It's terrible, he doesn't hurt at all, Emilia's hands are sore and sore, she is so angry that she kicks her son away.

Frederick knows his mother very well. During this time, his son tried his best not to disturb Emilia and Ryan being alone. He brought a bunch of second-generation military aristocrats everywhere hunting and holding competitions. He also forced Ryan’s royal stables. Taking away a pure-blood elf warhorse said that Dad should give me a gift, and Ryan had no choice but to give him.

The three of them found an empty lounge to sit down together. Ryan took the relatively petite Emilia into his arms from behind, let her sit on her lap, and stretched out her hands in the sacred and inviolable silk stockings of the Imperial Lady. She wiped her oil and asked Su Liya, who was sitting next to her and leaning on her shoulders: "What is the lady doing lately? She hasn't appeared for a long time~www.ltnovel.com~ The lady is busy using her power and power. Your psionic energy builds a large barrier, ready to defend the land of Brittania." Su Liya gently kicked her high heels off and sat with her legs bent, and gave the delicate silk feet to Ryan to play. The queen and Ryan privately Often very relaxed when getting along, she said softly: "Madam is basically done."

Emilia has softened into a puddle of mud, and the Countess didn't even want to say anything except for squeezing Ryan's big hand, and groaned with comfort.

"So." Ryan cast his gaze to the east again. He could feel a huge change in the east, but his sensing ability was limited under the interference of the Great Guardian and the Maelstrom, so he couldn't stop it in the end.

"It's daytime for Ruscia right now?" Su Liya looked at the night sky outside the window. The Queen of Knight looked at Emilia who was limp in Ryan's arms and smiled and said: "Since it's decided, hurry up. ."

"Yeah!" Ryan closed his eyes when he heard the words.

The powerful psionic power surged like a tsunami, tearing a crack in the mortal world and the subspace, and a psychic call separated by tens of thousands of kilometers was established.

"Wei, Brother Fu, Zaima?"

The damp and distant Ruscia, the capital of the Ash Legion, Costantiniye.

The emperor’s son Gene Primarch, the head of the Ash Legion, and the purple phoenix Fugen’s heads have blue veins. He gently put down the firm and slender legs of the wood elf princess Karona wrapped in flesh-colored suspenders and stockings. Carolina put it on the soft sofa, motioned her to rest for a while, tidy up her clothes, and then connected to the psionic call.

Fukun's tone was obviously a little unhappy.

"Buzai, cmn!"

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