"Ah! His Majesty the Emperor is here! His Majesty the Emperor is here!" A man leaned on the temporary railing placed by the roadside, excitedly waving his arms wildly towards the broad street.
Beside him, a woman was even more excited. She squeezed on the railing, and even her voice changed in tone: "Ah! I'm going to die! I saw His Majesty the Emperor! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
Chris stood up from his seat. Grand Magister Ronsardele saw Chris' actions and stood up too. Luther drove steadily, following two rows of motorcycles on the front road, slowly.
Driving through the crowds on both sides.
Seeing His Majesty the Emperor stand up, the crowd became even more restless. The temporary railings were pushed crookedly by the crowd. Countless people shouted at His Majesty the Emperor's car, venting their inner joy.
"If I can kiss the back of His Majesty the Emperor's hand, I may have good luck in my life!" A businessman leaned on the railing and sighed. He was surrounded by employees from his company, who were holding huge banners.
On it were the slogans "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor".
Countless petals were scattered on the buildings on both sides, and there were crazy shouts everywhere. Guards sentries were densely packed all over the streets, isolating the streets from the crowds of people on both sides.
"You are a well-supported leader." Grand Magister Lonzadelai said with some envy: "I can feel that in this city, you are no different from a god..."
"After you have fed and clothed the Grikens, provided them with broadband, Internet, TV signals, fresh fish, plenty of eggs, sugar, salt, cars, houses, and jobs..." Chris
Smiling and waving to the crowd on both sides: "You will also find that there are so many people supporting you."
"Greken should also have what you said. It sounds really good. At least I think many things in Alan Hill are very suitable for Griken." After hearing what Chris said, Ronsardele agreed.
He nodded and said.
Do you know what I'm talking about? You even went on to say that Gricken should also have one... These old magicians have no moral integrity at all. They are so shameless. Chris kept complaining in his heart.
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While waving to the crowd, he was still thinking about other things. The puppet magic book here seemed to open a door to a new world for him, giving him more room to operate.
Many technologies that were originally out of reach can be researched in advance. As long as he invests a lot of time, after other industrial technologies reach a high level, a new future will be presented to him.
"Long live my Emperor, Alan Hill Chris!" I don't know who suddenly took the lead in shouting such a slogan. Then the crowd on the roadside started to boil. The already chaotic order immediately turned into a wave of extreme fanaticism.
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As if the waves were crashing against the embankment, the citizens crowded and pushed against the isolation barricades and the soldiers of the Guards, shouting the same slogans crazily, and the sounds shook the world: "My Emperor...Ai Lanxi."
Long live Ercles!”
"Long live my Emperor, Alan Hill Chris!" People kept shouting at the top of their lungs, making Chris unable to hear other sounds.
"Ah! He looked at me! He looked at me!" A girl held her heart in her hands and felt that her body was shaking.
Next to her, another fat girl with freckles on her face looked unhappy: "Your Majesty is looking at me! He was clearly looking at me just now!"
What idol can overshadow a young and handsome emperor? What’s more, this emperor is still single and still shoulders the important task of the prosperity of the empire. Just thinking about it makes people scream with excitement!
"Which woman dares to compete with me for my beloved Emperor? I will chop her up right now!" A woman's crazy scream scared several Guards soldiers to look over involuntarily, wanting to see what was going on.
Only a strong woman can say such words.
Then, a Guards soldier bent over and vomited, holding his stomach...
Another Guards soldier gently stroked his back, then looked at His Majesty the Emperor's motorcade that had gone away, and comforted him with lingering fear: "Brother, I'm sorry for you. I looked at him from the side and my stomach is still sour.
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The Guards soldier who bent over and vomited retched while waving his hands to his companions to indicate that he was fine. Then, after he straightened up, he couldn't help but hold on to the roadblock and retched again.
What's the saying? If the other side doesn't use nuclear weapons first, we will never use nuclear weapons... Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. If I think about that face again, I probably won't even have dinner.
There is no other way to hold the state banquet in Serris Castle. The new royal palace has not been completed yet. At Chris's insistence, the luxurious palace has been under construction. There is no so-called speed at all.
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Ailan Hill was able to repair ten missile silos for Dongfeng HM-5 missiles in a month, but could not repair a pond in the palace. This is a good story that people talk about.
After all, the construction team also needs to be cultivated, otherwise it may lead to a waste of knowledge magic balls. Ireland is not luxurious to this extent, so Chris's request is to save as much as possible and stop the construction of the royal garden.
Just stop...
This also directly led to the fact that when the Grand Magister Ronsardele arrived in Eiland Hill, the newly built Imperial Palace was still in a state of foundation, and the Grand Magister and his party could only have dinner in the old Seris Castle.
Compared with other buildings in Seris City, which are constantly changing with each passing day, Seris Castle, which was originally the most magnificent, can now basically be described as shabby. There are even some signs of age on the walls that have not been renovated for a long time.
Traces of this made Grand Magister Lonsardele inexplicably kind.
Galenock looks majestic, but in fact most of the buildings look like this. In fact, most cities in the world look like this, and the emerging city of Ellandhill is different.
Saying goodbye to those crowded and crazy welcoming crowds, the state banquet at this moment seemed much more stylish. The best orchestra in Ireland Hill was performing melodious music live, and Chris and Lonzadele were sitting side by side,
Enjoy the sumptuous food served by the chefs.
As soon as he picked up the tableware, Chris discovered that the old man Ronsardele next to him was actually a gourmet who had been immersed in the art of gourmet food for a long time.
As soon as the pork slices arrived, the old man started his "performance". He held a fork and ate everything on the plate at once, even the carefully carved side dishes.
Vivian, who had witnessed the scene in Eiland Hill, was much calmer. She only touched the main ingredients on the plate and completely ignored the beautiful but tasteless side dishes.
Comparing it with Chris next to him, Ronsardele, who had lost his grace just now, also realized that he had eaten something he shouldn't have just eaten, so he put down his fork, calmly concealed his embarrassment, and picked up the wine glass.
After a brief taste, my eyes lit up.
"This wine... is good!" Ronsardele put down the glass in his hand, feeling that he had never tasted such a delicious drink in his long and long memory. Red wine, especially the one grown by Chris near Hanhai
The red wine brewed in the vineyard is a rare wine in the high-rise buildings of Ireland, so the taste is naturally different.
Although Ronsardele had even tasted the elven wine with a magical flavor added to it, but purely commenting on the taste, he still felt that the red liquid in front of him was more fragrant and mellow.
He really liked the taste, so while he put down the wine glass, he said to Chris next to him: "When I go back, the plane you gave me seems to have many places. I want to purchase some such fine wine.
Take it back...I don’t know..."
"I'll give you some. After all, red wine of this level is very expensive in Ireland." Chris agreed with a smile.
"Is it expensive?" Ronsardele asked casually.
"The sip you just took probably consumed a tank." Chris looked for a reference to describe it without changing his expression.
"..." Ronsardele didn't want to speak, and rolled his eyes at Chris.
After the second dish was served, Ronsardele completely understood why Vivian had become a gourmet foodie and was indifferent to other aspects of Alan Hill.
After taking a bite of the alien version of the Enhanced Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, the great mage felt that hundreds of years of his life had been lived on a dog. What kind of mess had he eaten before? In other words, what kind of mess did he eat in this world?
Wasted food for tens of thousands of years?
In the past, those famous chefs who he often showed off to others were really worthless in the food culture of Elland Hill. Before, he thought that the canned fish, a specialty of Elland Hill, was worthless.
It must be the ultimate enjoyment of local delicacies. Now it seems that the canned food is really just a "slightly unpalatable preservative ingredient" described by the soldiers of the 9th Army.
"If there is no need to suppress the magic in my body, I am willing to live here for a few years... Even if I waste my magic practice, it is still worth it..." After taking a bite of truly fresh sea fish treasures, Lonzadelai said
I am planning to give up my pursuit of magic.
He licked the soup on his fork, sighed happily, and then threw himself into the battle to conquer a dish.
Vivian glanced at the great mage she admired with a bit of shame, then buried her head in shame and continued to wolf down her food. It can be said that she has rich experience, and she has long modified the mask on her face into a half-length style, with her mouth exposed.
This allows her to enjoy these supreme delicacies very conveniently without wasting any time.
The female magicians who came with them were embarrassed. They had to open a gap to take a bite of the food just like Vivian did when she first came to Elland Hill. It was painful.