Warhammer Throne

From the Noor military factory, on the way back to the Elector ’s Palace, Lane, Alfred, and Ingrid walked outside on horseback. Surya and Emilia hid in the carriage. She prefers horseback riding, but Emilia seems to be entangled in Suria, and Suria can't help but stay in the carriage with her.

Ingrid still smiled indefinitely, and the female Nozka seemed to think that the mechanical horse explosion in the spot was enough for her to laugh for a day, so she had been laughing endlessly throughout the road, pitiful is her The horse that sat down was just a normal horse. It was panted by the burly figure of the female Nosca. In addition, Ingrid kept laughing. Within a few minutes, the horse was bent. He lowered his waist, indicating that he could not.

The female Noskas didn't take it seriously. She turned over and dismounted, picked up the horse directly on her shoulders, and then trot all the way to keep up with the pace of Lane and others.

This funny scene made all the Nur residents, Ryan, and Emilia's guards frown, wondering why this female Noska was so disgraceful? This is Noor!

Ryan didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled at Alfred: "Afu, do you know Tyrell's three literary masters?"

"Three literary masters?" Alfred was somewhat at a loss. The Templar Knight was already cultural, but he was not particularly knowledgeable. After thinking for a long time, Alfred spread his hand: "Leonardo is a ? "

"Yes, Leonardo counts one." Ryan nodded with a smile. "And two more?"

"I don't know, you told me chant, good friend." Alfred was bare.

"The three Tierier artists are Leonardo da Miragleno, Michelangelo Grotier, and Rafael Limas." Ryan nodded, his face wide. With a smile: "Except for Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael did not end well."

"Anyone who is addicted to art will not be a good seller." Alfred was not surprised at all.

"Among these three, Raphael has the shortest life span. He was originally a talented painter and left countless precious paintings. However, due to excessive indulgence, he began to suffer from repeated nightmares when he was only 37 years old. And caught the wind and cold, after a few days of high fever, Raphael died first. "

"And then there was Michelangelo Grothir, the sculptor who had been sailing smoothly from early years to middle age. He was a guest of honor in the major city-states of Tyril and created a large number of sculptures. He represented the sculpture alone. The highest peak of art has influenced the old world for 400 years. "Ryan nodded, and then he smiled:" But it also happened in his later years. At that time, the Temple of Milmidia, the goddess of war, invited Michelangelo to go. For the painting of the dome of the temple, a reward of three thousand kronor was paid, and Michelangelo readily agreed that he was asked to paint a picture depicting the heroic battle of the knights led by the goddess of war. "

"As a result, when accepting the works, the goddess of war sect circled because Michelangelo drew two thousand fruit girls on the dome privately." Lane smiled playfully: "The result is Michelangelo Not only did he fail to get his wages, he was also exiled to Satusha, the pirate principality, but I heard that he later made a living painting and sculpting pirates in the pirate principality. It is said that he lived very well and died after living a hundred years old . "

"It's too ridiculous." Alfred really showed an indignant expression: "It is only in the southern country that such a relaxed atmosphere, if in the empire or Brittania, I can guarantee that he has no time to paint You will be punished with fire at the end. "

"It was in Tyril that the master sculptor dared to do this." Ryan held the reins: "Don't underestimate him, he is very clever. For him, the supreme palace of art is his pursuit, and Not a fortune. "

"Huh, it's almost the same anyway." Alfred was still bitter about this kind of thing.

"Lane, where did you hear this story?" Emilia revealed a small face from the carriage window, and the Countess of the Empire said a little displeasedly and angrily: "Why do you always take this kind of aspect Do you remember anecdotes particularly clearly? "

"People's ability and sensitivity to negative information is much greater than positive information." Ryan looked at the sky with his eyes: "This is no way."

"Really? But I always think that you didn't remember this thing for this reason." Emilia said disgustingly: "Am I right? Child dad?"

"Uh ..." Ryan was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice: "Emilia, you weren't like this before."

"Hehehe ~" Surya couldn't help but chuckled, and the female knight hugged Emilia's waist, and the two groups of flexible softness directly embarrassed Emilia. Suria said with a smile: "Actually, I envy Ms. Veronica and Ms. Theresa. They once took risks with Ryan. This will be a precious memory. Emilia, you are all right. I am I really have n’t ventured with Ryan, and even if I think about it now, it ’s hard to have a chance. ”

"That's right!" Alfred was also interested. "Speaking of it, my favorite is also a day of adventure, not now. I don't mean that it is not good now, but I think that experience is more interesting."

"Adventure is a means, not an end." Ryan smiled faintly after hearing it. "To be more clear, if it is not true that you want to be a mercenary or an adventurer in your life, after taking a long time to take risks, or Dead or disabled, or sooner or later there will be their own noble titles and territories. "

Everyone nodded, this sentence makes sense, because even an ordinary mercenary, if he can survive endless wars and adventures, five, ten, twenty years, after such a long war Being able to survive is a testament to the strength of mercenaries. Some nobles will not hesitate to give a title of jazz or knight. Once they have a knighthood, it is unlikely to want to go out for adventure.

That's the case for Ryan. It's not impossible for him to go out and take risks now, but at what cost can he be able to move the duke? The **** of the lake fairy and champion of the sanctuary?

Ryan doesn't even need him to fight in many situations now.

"So ah, I used to be an adventurer until I hit an arrow in my knee." Lane laughed.

This sentence was widely circulated among the mercenaries in the old world, but in fact the original intention of this sentence is not to say that the retired mercenaries are all disabled or that the mercenaries ’knees are particularly weak. "Arrow" means proposing on one knee, which means that the mercenary has already become a family and can no longer go out and take risks.

Just like Ryan himself.

"More than one arrow, you hit a lot of arrows!" Emilia grumbled with resentment: "Lane, you are so weak, why haven't your knees been shot through? Why can you still ride a horse?"

"Ha ha ha ha!" Ryan laughed loudly and didn't mind.

Duke Musilon was one of the twelve holy grail knights of the first generation, the orthodox heir of "Victory" Randuin. If he didn't even have this tolerance and self-cultivation, how did Ryan be seen by Randuin?

It can only be said that it will take some time for the Empire Countess to vent her grievances.

............ I am the dividing line of the eight virtue of the knight ...

At the same time, in Noor's Elector's Palace, Ryan stayed temporarily.

The maid chief Sylvia's face was blushing. She looked very serious. She ordered the people to clean the room loudly. She was quite imposing, but from her expression, she was actually very excited.

Her father is coming back.

"Come on, President Oliver has entered the city." Silvia ordered loudly as she walked around the room until she heard a cold, playful voice.

"You are very happy, the master's maid is long." The dark elf Olika wore a full set of black and white maid costumes, white pantyhose with black pointed slingback high heels, and a black trench coat outside, she stood On one side, he ignored Sylvia's orders.

The maid chief was helpless to Olica. As the maid chief, she could control all the servants in the castle, but she could not control Olica. As the close-fitting maid of Ryan, Olyka had always been responsible only for Ryan: "If you don't want to do something, just go back to your own room, don't stand here and hinder us!"

"Oh, our maid maid is so majestic now?" Olika smiled a bit on her cheeky face. She raised her lips and stared at Sylvia with amber eyes: "Did you forget something?"

"You!" Sylvia suddenly remembered something, and the maidservant was ashamed and annoyed: "What the **** are you doing ?!"

"What I want to tell you is, don't use your superficial understanding to understand what I'm doing." Olika shook her head, and she looked at Sylvia with an idiot expression on her face: "You are magical Know nothing! "

"If that's Ryan's command, then you do it, if that's your duty, you will fulfill." Sylvia's temper also came up: "But please don't hinder me now."

"Oh, oh, your father is finally excited to be back, right?" Olika took her black hair back: "Do you want me to help you celebrate with a firework?"

Sylvia finally gave up entanglement with Olika, the maid chief quickly ordered the servants brought by Surya to clean the entire suite, and within a few minutes Oliver Chamber chairman Oliver was lost with two wooden elves Before the visitor and a middle-aged man came to the Electorate Palace, Oliver and others were immediately released after being greeted in advance after being greeted in advance.

This middle-aged man has long golden brown hair and a simple goatee. He has a unique academic atmosphere. He is wearing a simple white shirt, red vest and brown trench coat. The original brown pants and trousers are all Washed a little bit white, facing the opulent Elector Palace in front of him, he seemed a little uncomfortable and a little sad: "For more than ten years, I finally relied on Sylvie to return to the south, but Where is the location? "

"Mr. Vincent, I have to say that you are much better than I thought." Oliver's figure is still a little fat, but it is much better than when he was the fattest. The trench coat's dress and Vincent The same low-key, but from the face, Oliver's life has been very good in recent years, his face is ruddy and shiny: "I thought you would be more ..."

The middle-aged man next to Thao Shang was about one meter seven or five meters tall. He was thin but not very thin. He had crow's feet in the corners of his eyes but he didn't look old. His spirit was not bad. He looked about forty years old.

"More downcast? More thin?" The middle-aged man was naturally Sylvia's biological father Vincent Van Hoosen, and he said with a wry smile: "It's all thanks to Lord Vamir."

"Thank you?" Oliver was a little strange, why would a general Breton diplomat thank the local electorate?

"The cultural level of the Oster collar is not high." Vincent said with a wry smile: "After being sent to the Oster collar, I was very depressed at first ... I will talk about it later."

"Okay!" Oliver nodded, and the trench trader knew Vincent wanted to talk to Ryan in person.

When a few people walked in where Ryan stayed, a scream with a strong sobbing sensation, Vincent was stunned by the sound, and then he was knocked back several steps in a row: "Father! You Finally back! Ooooooo ~ Father! "

"Sylvie?" Looking at the maidservant who bumped into him, Vincent barely recognized his daughter's appearance. It took him several seconds to determine that the beautiful maidservant in front of him was really his daughter.

With shaking hands, Vincent also embraced Sylvia in her arms and gently patted her back: "It's okay, Sylvie, it's okay."

At this time, Vincent, who had tasted wind and snow for more than ten years in Auster's collar, looked at Sylvia. This man who had suffered a lot and never complained could not help but wept, he held tightly. My daughter "I'm back, Sylvie, sorry ..."

"It's okay, welcome back! Father!"

About twenty minutes later, Ryan returned to the Electorate Palace with a few people ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Emilia had many things to do without staying, and Alfred pulled away the British who was very interested. Greed stated that this was an internal matter of Lane, so when Lane returned to the suite, only Lane and Surya were left.

Seeing Ryan come in, the father and daughter who were talking on the sofa stood up immediately with Oliver: "My Duke!"

Vincent came out on his own initiative, he bent down and bowed to Ryan, with sincerity and excitement on his face, and even a little trembling in his voice: "Thank you very much, Lord Ryan, Mrs. Surya, thank you very much, let me There is a chance to reunite with my family. "

"It's okay, raise your hand." Ryan reached out and shook hands with Vincent, Duke Musilon said in a warm voice: "Mr. Vincent, you are Sylvie's father, I am Suria's husband, and I know this After the incident, I made up my mind to help Sylvie with her. I used to have no strength, and now I can see your father and daughter reunite, which is great! "

"Lane ..." Sylvia was in tears, and the maid chief was obviously moved: "Thank you."

Maybe this is a small matter for Ryan now, but for ordinary people, no one will risk angering Francois to try to pick up Vincent, only Ryan, only Ryan, Only after he defeated Heinrich-Kemler with Francois did he dare to take the initiative.

The two parties greeted each other, and then sat down, enjoying the fireplace and afternoon tea, Olika brought out black tea and exquisite pastries for everyone to taste, Lane took the hand of his wife Surya, laughing: "Mr. Vincent, I I thought you would be more ... "

"More downcast? Thinner?" Vincent smiled bitterly: "Ah, this ... this is for a reason, my Duke."

"Please let me speak slowly."