The next day, when the nobles of the Sibia Empire who participated in the hunt followed the royal guard of honor and marched to the Holy Capital, their Emperor was also on the journey, but the destination was different.
Of course, since he is the emperor, the vehicle His Majesty Cohen rides is much faster than theirs and more shocking... When ordinary people see a white dragon slowly landing on the deck of a huge battleship
How would he feel?
After a clear dragon roar, Bai Ying slowly folded her wings. A white mist appeared out of thin air and spread, gradually covering her huge body. When the mist dissipated, Cohen, dressed in black, appeared on the bow deck.
Above, a white shadow that had transformed into a human form stood quietly beside him, with his hands in front of him and his eyes lowered.
A group of officers in white military uniforms came forward. After standing still, a thin general in the middle stepped out of the queue alone. He placed his fisted right hand across his chest, saluted Cohen and said: "Sbia Imperial Navy
Deputy Commander-in-Chief and Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet, Rear Admiral Sande, together with his generals, respectfully welcome His Majesty the Emperor! Good day, His Majesty the Emperor!"
After he finished speaking, the officers behind him said in unison: "Welcome to His Majesty the Emperor... Good day, Your Majesty!"
"Take a break!" His Majesty Cohen seemed to have just woken up from sleep and returned the military salute lazily, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you all okay? But seeing that you are wearing straight military uniforms, I know that you should be fooling around.
It’s pretty good.”
These generals who are qualified to greet His Majesty Cohen have all climbed up to their current position after following Cohen in the north and south many years ago. In their minds, His Majesty Cohen will never be as friendly as Commander Cohen, and they will never be used to a serious person.
Emperor. And His Majesty Cohen had this thought in his heart? Therefore, this solemn welcoming ceremony was destined to completely transform into gossip.
His Majesty the Emperor's words caused the solemn atmosphere to collapse, and most of the generals present couldn't help laughing.
Seeing that His Majesty Cohen had joked with every officer, Major General Sande stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, since you have boarded the ship, should we sail to our destination at full speed?"
Cohen nodded and waved to the other officers, "You all go to the restaurant and wait for me. Sander and I have something to say... You are not allowed to steal food before I arrive!"
The officers loudly agreed and walked off the deck laughing. Cohen took Xander up to the observation deck according to the old rules.
In this autumn, the sea water in front of the two of them has become less beautiful. The waves that never stop rolling are carrying foams of various sizes, rising and falling in the field of vision, and are always connected to the sky in the distance.
Get up. Above and below is a depressing gray mist, and there is still a hint of coldness in it. The slightly salty sea breeze comes from the horizon, blows on the face after passing through the sails, and it can actually make people feel uncomfortable.
Feeling a bit chilly.
His Majesty Cohen put his hand on the railing, stared at the bow of the ship breaking through the waves, and asked lightly, "Are the arrangements made?"
"Everything has been arranged. When we received your Majesty's order, the First Fleet was undergoing long-distance training." Rear Admiral Sande nodded and replied, "The main force is six battleships, ten fast attack ships, ten transport ships, and two supply ships.
The ships dispatched are all equipped with combat equipment. The transport ship also carries a total of 6,000 marine troops and 2,000 winged flying troops. Together with the sufficient strength of each ship, it can completely guarantee that His Majesty will go to the Liva Empire.
Safe. If something happens, the fleet can dock within three hours."
Cohen did not make any comments on Rear Admiral Sand's report, but pointed to the warships on the sea and asked him, "How does it feel to have such a navy under your command?"
At this time, on the sea, a huge fleet was turning around, its sharp bows cutting into the waves, stirring up patches of white water.
"Whenever I see the fleet under my command, I have many thoughts in my mind." Rear Admiral Sande replied in a low voice, "When we first met, the entire Aquatic Tribe couldn't even fill its stomach.
And now, the fleets I have in my hands once go out to sea for training, and the supplies consumed during the journey are enough to satisfy the water tribe back then... It's a pity that the fleet has been training offshore. Your Majesty, when can we appear in front of the world and feel proud?
We have been holding this breath for a long time!"
"When the fleet appears in front of the world, it will be the day when I declare full-scale war on the Demon Alliance, but that day is coming soon." Cohen smiled, "Countries will compensate us with 200,000 slaves, and I will divide 50,000 from them.
Navy, have you received the plan?"
"I received the plan, but I don't think the Navy is short of these 50,000 people, because the Navy has its own military academy to train talents." Rear Admiral Sande replied: "In such a short period of time, they can only be trained as Navy personnel.
Marine troops, and the presence of purely slave troops in the Sbia Empire, which has no slaves, is somewhat incomprehensible."
"Not only the navy, but also all branches of the military have been assigned a certain number of slave soldiers. Although they are slaves, these people have the strongest desire to survive. It depends on how we use to unearth this desire."
Cohen looked at Sander and said: "The 300,000 new recruits we have recruited are all children of farmers. Although they are honest and kind-hearted, they lack the ferocity in their hearts. With such soldiers forming an army, although they are led by experienced officers
, but it will inevitably gradually move towards the decline of moderation.”
"Your Majesty's intention is...it turns out that on the last page of the plan, it was His Majesty who decided on the tenth-level military merit?"
"That's not entirely true. I originally only awarded three levels of military merit, but that old fox, the Director of Military Discipline, split the three levels into ten levels. When it comes to understanding human nature, I still fall short." Cohen laughed and said the key point, "
For the entire army, these 200,000 people are a bitter taste of good medicine. Encouraged by the tenth-level military merit, they will work hard like the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance. And their progress will stimulate
The other troops...even though they are the sons of farmers, no one wants to be competed by slaves, right?"
"Your Majesty, I think your painstaking efforts are more than this, right?" Although his tone was relatively calm, Sander knew that he was convinced by Cohen's plan. "Ordinary slaves can escape their tragic fate with first-level military merit.
, those who have obtained the tenth level of military merit can also bring their families to Sibia. If this matter spreads, I am afraid that countless slaves will come to the Sibia Empire every year. With new people joining, this incentive system
It will continue to exist.”
"You're right, I just want to return these people to their hometowns at the appropriate time, let them bring their families back as free people, and make other people jealous." Cohen tapped lightly on the fence with his finger.
Hitting, "I want to stir up this lifeless world, stir up death, and stir up hope."
"This... I have a personal question now." Sande paused for a moment, and then asked softly, "If the Water Tribe supports your majesty now, will your majesty treat us like this?"
"This rule applies to those who have not surrendered to me so far, and your water tribe is it!" Cohen turned to look at Sander and said with a smile: "Congratulations, because the water tribe got on the boat earlier."
After telling the truth, regardless of whether Major General Sander was satisfied or not, His Majesty Cohen walked down the observation deck with a smile.
One day later, two medium-sized warships with an extremely ordinary shape and flying the Sibian flag sailed into the territorial waters of the Liva Empire and stayed outside the Holy Spirit Stone Military Port in accordance with diplomatic etiquette. After communicating with each other, the Liva Navy sent a team.
An offshore warship went to guide the two Sibia warships and slowly approached the most important military port in the Liva Empire.
Sibia's first fleet is all anchored in the open sea where no one will find it. These two warships are the only "elite warships" in the fleet that can be brought out to see people. In order not to cause panic in other countries, the sailors also urgently
Some equipment on the ship was dismantled.
As soon as they reached the pier, the side hatch was opened, and hundreds of marine soldiers filed out amidst the officers' orders. However, the Riva soldiers on the pier were not panicked, because this was just a suitor from the Sbia Empire.
Just the escort team.
No one in the escort team wore armor. The soldiers and officers only wore a brand-new navy dress. The white cloth was spotless, the golden brass buttons were shining, and the exquisitely crafted gorgeous saber hung diagonally on the left waist.
.
Two shining metallic silver ribbons were pulled out from the second button of the military uniform, wrapped in a semicircle around the chest and then connected to the end of the epaulette on the right shoulder, successfully adding a harmonious curve to the rigid military uniform.
, and also made the image of these soldiers look amiable.
His Majesty Cohen transformed into a suitor sent by the Sibia Empire... Viscount Silver Moon Lake. He knew the importance of image, so he paid special attention to it when selecting the members of the escort. These muscular soldiers in front of him were even taller.
Pretty much the same, and they are all young people with extraordinary arrogance, and even their eyes are very peaceful.
No matter who it is, when he sees such a troop, he will only smile and not have any doubts... In fact, in this escort of five hundred people, there is no one who has not made many achievements in battle.
The elite warriors and average masters can only be used as their sparring partners at best.
After completing the necessary official documents, the escort team borrowed 300 horses from the garrison of the military port, and then escorted the Viscount of Silver Moon Lake on the road with great fanfare. On the way to Kinshasa, all the Riva citizens along the way were...
Looking at this team with a very proud attitude, the reason is very simple, because their little princess is so beautiful, so beautiful that all the empires sent special envoys to propose marriage! As for the one who passed by here a few days ago
Foreign Minister Sibia, his level must not be enough.
Kinshasa, the capital of Riva, in the back garden of the Royal Palace, the sun sets in the west and the wind blows the leaves.
Her Royal Highness Berne Ebbinghaus, the little princess of the Riva Empire, rested her head on one hand and sat quietly in her favorite pavilion. The colorful feather fan held lightly in her other hand was shaking unconsciously, and she stared outside the pavilion for a long time with clear eyes.
On the sparkling water. As for the several pure gold gift lists sent by the chief chamberlain, they have been stacked at one end of the white jade table, untouched.
The figure of Fichet Charmer is constantly reappearing in Princess Berni's mind. One moment, he approaches her with a smile, and the next moment, he talks to her. But no matter where this memory starts, it will be fixed in the end.
The scene where the car was splattered with blood made Princess Berni's heart sting...but Princess Berni couldn't help but think of him.
Putting down the feather fan, Princess Berni's fingers touched a sharp blade hidden in the cuff, which was smaller than her little finger. A smile appeared on her lips. As of yesterday, the marriage envoys from the six countries had arrived, and four of them were princes.
No matter what private deal they had with their brothers and sisters, he was destined to be married off. Although Cohen promised to help him solve this matter, it was only an impossible wish. Since Cohen became Sbia
Since the emperor, this empire has not been liked by the ministers in power, and the temple has a deep prejudice against Sibia. Under such circumstances, as the king of a country, Cohen must first consider the relationship with all parties.
, how could my personal relationship with him be compared with national events?
Even if Cohen really wants to help, what excuse can he use to prevent himself from getting married? Could he also send someone to propose marriage? In such a situation, he can only send a foreign minister to perfunctory him... Bell
King Ni Gong stroked the cold metal, but there was no hatred in his heart, nor was there any fear. There was just a little bit of hope mixed with reluctance.
Someone approached with a gentle step. This cautious action made Princess Berni feel funny... Why should they step lightly? Are you afraid of alarming yourself? Even if you approach cautiously, you still don't want to speak in the end?
As if to confirm Princess Berni's thoughts, the footsteps stopped behind her. After a moment of hesitation, a female voice that was deliberately suppressed sounded, "Your Highness, the chief chamberlain has reported that there is a messenger who wants to see you."
"I'm the only one here, so you don't have to lower your voice to speak." Princess Berni didn't look back, her misty eyes still lingered in the distance, "Winterhal, as a princess without real power, I can only give you this.
Free for a short time."
"Your Highness, please don't say that." Looking at the frail back of the princess who was even younger than herself, the female general's usually extremely firm heart was filled with sadness, "You should get up and walk around.
Good for your body."
"No need! What can I do if I have a healthy body?" Princess Berni sat up straight, "Winterhal, how many days are left until they make the final decision? There are so many princes coming, sister.
We must be very busy, right?"
"Reporting to Your Highness the Princess, there are about five days left before the final decision date." Winterhal replied, "I heard that starting from tonight, there will be welcome banquets at the residences of several Princesses and the Prince's residence.
"
"Winterhal." After a moment of silence, Princess Berni slowly turned around, with a helpless and bitter smile on her face, "Why do you need to speak to me in such a cautious manner? Could it be that here?
In the last few days before getting married, am I going to lose you, the only friend who can accompany me?"
"Your Highness..." As soon as he made eye contact with Princess Berni, Winterhal swayed, knelt down on one knee and said, "Please forgive me, Princess!"
"Why do you suddenly ask for my forgiveness?" Princess Berni smiled softly, "Did someone bribe you? What did they give you? Tell me and relieve my boredom!"
"No one came to bribe me." General Winterhal, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his gaze with a very painful expression. "I know what the princess is thinking, but now...I don't even have any way! Just because
I am the princess's childhood playmate, so I am always taken care of by the princess, but when the princess needs help, I am just a useless useless person!"
"Look what you said, I haven't thanked you yet!" Princess Berni walked up and pulled Winterhal, "At this moment, I feel much better with you by my side. I don't ask for anything more, I just hope
I can spend these few days peacefully."
"Otherwise." Winterhal looked back at the princess and said in a very small voice: "I will take the princess to escape..."
"Is it useful? That is discrediting my parents." Princess Berni rejected the female general's proposal with a smile, "A marriage that satisfies everyone. This is the only thing I, as a daughter, can repay them with."
Things, we can’t do this.”
"But Princess..." Winterhal was angry and anxious, "That bastard Cohen! You don't keep your word!"
"It's no wonder he is. Who is on the verge of despair, and his side is not deserted? Fortunately, I still have a bright light in my heart, and I don't feel panic." Princess Berni took the female general's hand, her face
There was no trace of sadness at all, "A lukewarm day like this is perfect for meeting people. Let's go! Let's go and see which country's suitor has come to inspect the goods."
"Sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't ask the chief chamberlain clearly." The more normal Princess Berni's expression became, the more worried Winterhal felt, but he was unable to save the princess from the predicament.
"Then what's the difference!" Princess Berni stretched out her hand and held a red leaf falling from above. A joyful expression bloomed on her face, like a carefree and romantic girl.
After turning a few corners and passing through a long corridor, Princess Berni arrived outside a building where she met foreign guests.
The chamberlain waiting outside the door quickly announced loudly, "Her Royal Highness Princess Berne Ebbinghaus has arrived!"
As soon as the chamberlain finished speaking, the envoy with his back to the hall door turned around neatly, tilted his head slightly and paid attention to Princess Berni. Although he had long golden hair and a pair of blue eyes
, but the smile at the corner of his mouth clearly revealed his true identity.
"I am the Viscount of Silver Moon Lake, a special emissary for marriage from His Majesty the Emperor of the Sibia Empire." Seeing Princess Berni in a daze, Cohen reminded him softly: "I have met Her Royal Highness, and I wish Her Royal Highness eternal youth. Your Majesty our country."
I also want my envoy to say hello to the princess."
"The special envoy is well." Princess Berni's eyes were covered with mist, she quietly put away the red leaves in her hands, and replied with a slightly trembling voice, "Thank you for your greetings, His Majesty Cohen."
"The envoy will definitely convey the princess's gratitude to our Majesty. No, it should be said that Her Royal Highness the Princess will definitely be able to express her gratitude to our Majesty in person, because there is an envoy like me coming to propose." Cohen took two steps forward and revealed a self-image.
With a big smile, he looked at Winterhal and said: "This must be a world-famous female general. The legendary military rose, when I saw it today, it is indeed extraordinary."
"The special envoy is overrated. The general is not worthy of such a comment." Princess Berni knew that the person in front of her was Cohen, but the female general did not know. Although she was very much looking forward to Cohen sending someone, she treated him like his master.
When the "evil" messenger actually stood in front of him, Winterhal was so angry that he bulged his eyes and glared at Cohen fiercely.
"This is our Majesty's gift list... Please wait!" Cohen pretended to feel in his pocket, "Oh... it's gone! Your Highness, can I recite it to you?"
"This is not a trivial matter. How could a suitor lose the gift list?" After hearing this was clearly a joke, General Winterhal couldn't help but retort, "Aren't you afraid that you will be prosecuted for disrespect?
"
"Oh! Don't treat me so harshly! Proposal depends on sincerity, not more than money."
Cohen chuckled, "Even if I have to be punished, it will be Emperor Sibia who will punish me."
"Don't worry, Special Envoy. A small gift note is not a problem, but there is nothing trivial in the diplomacy between the two countries. You still have to tell my father." Of course Princess Berni understood Cohen's intention, with a heartfelt smile on her face, and turned to face
The chamberlain ordered, "Go and report to your father that the special envoy of the Sibia Empire has something urgent to see you."
"Yes, Your Highness Princess."
Cohen nodded slightly to Princess Berni and praised her mind. (To be continued)