Princess Sissi held up the hem of her skirt and ran all the way, her crystal high heels hitting the floor with a crisp sound.
"Princess, slow down!"
A group of maids followed behind, fearing that the princess would fall.
Click!
Sure enough, when she turned the corner of the corridor, the floor was scrubbed very smooth by the servants, and Sissi fell to the ground without paying attention.
"Princess!"
The servants were frightened and came to help him quickly.
"I'm fine!"
Sissi pushed away the maids and saw that the heel of her shoe had fallen off, so she simply took it off and stepped directly on the floor. The white stockings had no friction, and the princess' speed inevitably slowed down.
boom!
The study door was knocked open by Sissi. She rushed directly to the sandalwood desk, looked at her father who was reading the document, and shouted excitedly.
"Fight...win...Downton won!"
Maximilian II raised his head, raised his eyes, looked at his daughter who was running and sweating profusely, and said with a serious face, "How would you behave if you wipe your sweat first?"
"Don't worry about me. Downton defeated Frankfurt. He is the king of this country." Sissi's face flushed with excitement, "How about it? I'm not wrong, I knew he wouldn't
It disappoints me.”
"Go get a pair of shoes for the princess!"
Seeing his daughter's bare feet, the second generation was very dissatisfied. Even if he doted on Sissi, some basic dogmas would not change.
"This will make you look very uneducated. At least in my mind, the impact points of Downton's victory will be reduced by half."
Without II's permission, how could Sissi get those battle reports? The private detectives she spent money to support had betrayed her long ago.
"Okay I'm sorry."
Sissi was just too excited. Now she calmed down and returned to her ladylike posture. When she saw the maids coming in with shoes, she raised her feet and let them put them on.
Looking at his daughter's slender legs wrapped in white stockings, the second generation shook his head, Damn it, I'm going to take advantage of Downton in the future.
This is his most beloved treasure. The thought of being played by that Downton made the second son's heart tighten a little, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it, as his daughter would eventually get married.
"Dad, even if I get married, I will never leave you. You can let Downton live in the palace."
Feeling the doting in her father's eyes, Sissi walked up to II, hugged his arm, and gave a sweet cry.
"Silly boy, do you think it's possible?"
The Second Rolled his eyes. He had already investigated it. With Downton's character, he would definitely not marry into his wife. Moreover, there was another problem that could make the mysterious man take action and kill those demons in one fell swoop. It seems that this kid's identity is also
No small matter.
"I will make her fall in love with me, and he will do everything for me when the time comes."
Sissi is very determined.
"I think it's you who does everything for him, right?" II knocked Sissi on the forehead. "Don't blame me for not reminding you. According to the bloodline power shown by Downton, it is very likely that he came from the Britannia Empire.
Either one of the illegitimate sons of those wealthy families, or a member of the royal family!"
"Hey, Downton doesn't have to rely on the strength of his family. He can still become famous. He is not even twenty years old yet, and he is already the king of a third-rate country!"
Sissi has greater confidence in Downton than she does herself.
"Is he sitting still?"
II asked back.
"That's why I came to Dad, please come forward. Tell those countries that want to attack Delankfurt to withdraw their troops. If anyone doesn't listen, beat them!"
Sissi asked the teacher who taught politics. Even though Downton won, the situation was very bad. Maybe the whole of Frankfurt would be destroyed.
"Give me a reason!"
It is not difficult to do this, but a word from the second generation is more valuable than an army, so why should he help Downton?
"With my relationship with Downton, he will be our natural ally. Saint Jutland's power in the north is too great. Our country is too far away and has insufficient deterrence. Isn't now a good opportunity to enter the market?"
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Before Sissi came, she had done a lot of homework in order to convince her father.
"Although it's the most basic view, it's okay!" II shook his head and lamented. She just fell in love with a man, and Sissi actually studied politics for him, which she disliked the most.
"Did you agree?"
Sissi looked at II expectantly.
"Go and spread the word, Downton is my descendant!"
After the second son finished speaking, there was a shout of approval outside the study. With his status, he didn't need any excuse to retreat. One sentence was enough.
This is the domineering and majestic power of the great empire. Anyone who offends will die!
"Oh yeah, you know dad is the best!" Sissi happily kissed her dad on the cheek and was about to leave.
"When you come back, you are not allowed to go to Downton!"
The second generation frowned.
"Look, my injury has healed long ago!"
Sissi thought that the second son was worried about her injury, so she quickly turned around a few times.
"That's not the reason. I want to marry you, but Downton comes to see you by himself. What's the matter with you always running over? Can't my daughter get married? Do I still need to pay for it?"
The second generation is very depressed. This is an issue involving the reputation of the royal family.
"Okay, I'll write a letter!"
Sissi also knew how to be reserved, so she changed her approach.
The weight of the words of II was so heavy that the surrounding third-rate countries who were about to take action were all dumbfounded when they received this announcement.
"What kind of bad luck did this guy have that he was chosen by Princess Sissi?"
"I heard rumors before that Bavarian Rose liked Downton, and I thought it was a joke. Downton is a commoner, how can he be so virtuous? I'm afraid he can't even see the princess in person, but I didn't expect this to be true."
"I, Di Polo, what else can I do? Retreat!"
These third-rate countries can't afford to offend Lombardy. They don't need to send troops to fight. As long as they cut off trade, their domestic economy will suffer a huge blow.
As the largest trading empire and economic center in the Western Continent, the Lombard Alliance's radiation range is too large, and many small countries rely on it to survive.
"Duke, what should we do now?"
Steward asks carefully.
"Cimelian said not to move, so they didn't move? Aren't they afraid of my wrath?"
Duke Hohenzollern was furious and broke a set of his beloved vases. The Bremen mercenary group was finished. Forget about Werder, it was a scepter. Although the family could afford the loss, there was no need to waste it in a battle.
It's such a pity in the battle.
The steward didn't dare to talk. After all, Hohenzollern is a wealthy family, not an empire. Although the family has cultivated goodwill and has the right to speak in those third-rate countries, they will definitely avoid it when faced with a behemoth like Lombardy.
"Deploy the family assassins and kill Downton!"
Given the current situation, it would be inappropriate to send more troops, so let's assassinate him.
"OK!"
The steward quietly withdrew, and when he walked out the door, he realized that his back was soaked with sweat. He was really afraid that the Duke would kill him to vent his anger.
"What? Maximilian II has spoken? What is the relationship between Downton and him? Hmm? The man that Sissi likes?"
Looking at the battle report brought back by his subordinates, the Grand Duke of the Rhine was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"Master, calm down. It will not be good for us to rush into the army rashly."
The manager advised him, but he actually didn't say anything. With Downton's current power, if he were to be captured on the battlefield, many people would die.
"Then my son's death was in vain?
The Duke was furious.
The steward did not dare to speak. Fortunately, although the Grand Duke was angry, he did not lose his mind. He also knew that even if his power covered the sky with only one hand, if he continued to fight, some people would jump out and complain.
"Go find Assassin's Creed. Assassinate him. Even if you can't kill him, I will let him live in fear forever!"
The Grand Duke started throwing things again. Only in this way could he vent his anger.
Menzoberranzan City. The eight matrons were invited to the Baenre family's reception room.
"I believe you have all received the message. Downton captured Delankfurt and asked me for a regiment of 2,000 men!"
There was no small talk, and Mistress Ban Rui got straight to the point.
"Well, he asked me for it too!"
The mistresses answered one after another and all received the same message.
"What do you think? Do you agree to it?"
Banry asked.
"Of course, this is a great opportunity to pin our power into the surface world. Downton is indeed a servant of the gods and cares about the queen of the gods. I heard that he is also planning to build a spider temple."
Matron Malice was very excited, but also a little regretful. If she had given Downton a daughter, the relationship between the two parties should have been the closest. Unfortunately, she missed the great opportunity. Fortunately, Drizzt was doing well, but he looked like Bi.
Anse's limelight is even greater.
"Well, listen to him, if too many drow enter the surface and cause panic, he will ask for 10,000 soldiers from each family!"
Mistress Frese nodded.
"He won't use the lives of our tribe to conquer the world for him, right?"
Mother Deaver questioned.
"Then you can give me your troop quota!"
Malice sneered.
"No!"
Deaver refused simply. Her suspicion was fine, but why didn't the mistresses take advantage of Downton? The first batch of soldiers sent to Downton were all traitors in the family and were cannon fodder. But so far, the effect is good.
, it is said that they have made a lot of money, and naturally some direct descendants will be sent out in the second batch. Downton wants to have complete control, but he can't.
"Then it's decided. Each family will send two thousand troops. We'll look at the situation. If it's good, we can continue to increase the number of troops!"
Matron Baenre set the tone. In fact, they also planned to use Drankfurt as a bridgehead.
"Be careful, don't play with fire**!"
Rosicky advised that Zall is not easily deceived.
"The distance between the surface and the underground world is too far. When they come, I will let them understand who is the boss!"
Downton snorted, "Build a temple? Just dream about it. That's just a lie. Why does he only need two thousand soldiers? Because there are more people, and he is afraid. Now there are only ten thousand. Even if they form a group, they won't have much deterrence."
Why don't you just obediently become cannon fodder?
The golden dragon originally wanted to stay and talk to Downton, but because he was in a coma, he had no choice but to leave. After all, the appearance of the Flesh Hammer meant that the evil god was also about to revive, and that demonic potion made it clear that the black dragon
The king is not willing to be alone. All this information must be reported to Longdao as soon as possible. (To be continued...)