When Ryan returned to the streets of Haimen Pass, three hours had passed. He had eaten this meal for a long time, but no matter how long he ate, it could not affect Haimen Pass as hot and prosperous as ever. The streets were full of human beings and
The dwarves, especially the expeditionary army, seemed to have been stationed by François. At this time, many people in the expeditionary army could no longer stand it anymore and started spending money.
After many months, the expeditionary army once again returned to the civilized world. People sang and danced to celebrate this huge victory. Even the dwarves and human merchants at Haimen Pass were very excited, because this war of the expeditionary army was also the same.
It will be helpful to Haimen Pass. Let alone the next ten years or so, the victory of Bafeng Mountain ensures that Haimen Pass will not face another big waaagh in the next thirty or forty years.
I don’t know whether it was because of the arrival of the High King or because Haimen Pass was happy with this victory. Today, King Baiernov canceled the curfew. Grocery stores, food stores, and blacksmith shops all opened their doors, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force
They wandered around together. At this moment, the soldiers of the expeditionary force had money.
Yes, although the military pay and bounties after the expedition have not yet been distributed, they are part of the treasure house of Eight Peaks Mountain. In fact, the army also found a large number of treasures in Skarsnik's treasure pile and the collection of headhunter Quik.
A small amount of wealth, including a lot of Cathay, Ni Peng and High Essence things, was worth hundreds of thousands of gold crowns after a brief inventory, so Ryan generously gave away all of this wealth without leaving any trace.
The king's generosity won the love of everyone, and no one disliked a generous leader.
"Meet the King!"
"Long live His Majesty the King!"
"Meet the King of Knights!"
Ryan's appearance aroused cheers from many soldiers and knights. Everyone respectfully gave way to him and bowed to him.
The streets of Haimenguan were not wide, and had a neatness unique to dwarves. Ryan frowned when he saw this. The king was mentally tired, so he could only wave his hand to show that he heard, and then quickly turned into a corner.
Now it's not the same adventure as before. Now Ryan is the king. Many times he can't even find peace. Every move he makes will become the focus, even though he is not considered a "changer" by the imperial court like Emperor Karl Franz.
"Broken goods", but it is already a luxury to be alone on the streets. There are too many domestic and military affairs entangled with the king, and he rarely has time to spend time alone.
Ryan thought it was no wonder that after many knight kings in Britannia's history came to the throne, their personal martial arts levels not only did not increase, but actually declined slightly. This is obviously the reason. Whether it is knight virtue or military training, the essence of knight aristocrats is cultivated.
They are military aristocrats rather than administrative aristocrats, which means that not many of the knight kings are good at government affairs, but they have to shoulder the burden because of their responsibilities.
In this dark age, everyone is moving forward with a heavy burden.
"Baklava! Baklava! Fragrant baklava, freshly baked, very delicious!" Ryan noticed that several Arabis were selling a kind of dessert with the dwarves. There were not many people in the shop in the corner.
When Ryan saw this, he walked over.
Baklava is a very special snack. This snack comes from Arabi. It is flavored with syrup or honey. The middle is chopped nuts, and the top and bottom are multiple layers of pastry puffed with oil. There are squares, rhombuses and triangles.
, it tastes soft and crispy, sweet and fragrant.
"Sweeter than first love!" This is the promotion of this dessert. Ryan took out two silver coins and bought a cup of very bitter Arabi black tea. He sat alone in a corner of the busy city and watched the bustling crowd.
Just sitting in the corner, eating silently.
Thinking of what happened before, Ryan felt a little annoyed. The Supreme King's wisdom and diplomacy were obviously a level higher than his. In the beginning, his rhythm was completely led away by the Supreme King, and Thorgreen also had this capital.
The Supreme King is a thousand years old. If he shows off his qualifications, he can show off his qualifications in the era of the Three Emperors! God knows how much this Supreme King has experienced? He has seen many things with his own eyes, heard with his own ears, and experienced them personally. Ryan dares to use hearsay.
Are you going to argue with him with historical documents?
That is courting death! This is not a battle of wills, this is a conversation between kings. Any flaw will be caught by the other party, and the other party is the most careless and fussy dwarf! If you are not careful, you will make history again.
Hats off, this is going to be in the big book of hatred!
Ryan was not joking. Among other things, the Imperial University of Brunswick and the University of Nuer often caused academic disputes because they did not believe in their own history. The final outcome was to go to the dwarves to find out what the truth was.
Damn it, when will I be able to achieve the diplomatic level of Brother Guilliman or Brother Fulgrim? Lion complained to himself as he ate the overly sweet dessert in annoyance.
"Hey! Ah Fu! Ah Fu, come with me quickly!" At this moment, a voice that sounded familiar to Ryan came from not far away. A man with a strong build, two axes hanging on his waist, and wearing a
A female barbarian wearing leather armor and leather jacket, bearskin boots on her legs, and her hair spread loosely was shopping with a Templar. She shouted excitedly: "I want to eat this, have a portion..."
No, let’s have two, and a bigger one!”
Upon seeing this, the stall owner gave her two hot dogs stuffed with ham, bacon, fresh vegetables and salad dressing. As a result, the female barbarian picked up the things and left. The owner was so surprised that he almost jumped up: "Hey! Miss, are you still here?"
No money was given!”
"Afu!" The female barbarian shouted impatiently, and the Templar quickly came up to pay for it: "I'll pay, I'll pay. How much is it?"
After paying the money, before Alfred could buy himself something to eat, Ingrid stuffed one of the hot dogs into Ah Fu's mouth: "This is yours, let's go over there, Ah Fu."
Look again."
"Uh~uhhh!" Alfred didn't have time to speak before he was taken away by Ingrid.
You also call him Afu?
Ryan looked at this scene and felt a little unhappy for some reason.
But the King of Knights then smiled helplessly.
Yes, I have also started a family, and Afu should also start a family. Although this female barbarian is a bit stronger and a bit more savage, it just so happens that there is no political color behind her and she does not belong to any faction, which helps to maintain
Ah Fu’s…
Damn it, I have become like this after being a king for a long time!
I am already a dirty adult, and I can never go back to my original pure self.
Ryan laughed to himself a few times, scratched his head, and finished the remaining baklava in several bites, the sweet and greasy feeling stimulating his taste nerves.
That’s it, let’s take the boat home!
…………I am the dividing line that you deserve to call him Ah Fu……
At the same time, traveling through the eternal giant warp storm, the Prime Material Universe, the core of the Human Empire, Holy Terra, the Royal Palace, and the Council of the Supreme Lords.
This is already the 42nd millennium. Even though the Emperor has announced his return, the Imperium of Man still has to face endless enemies. The Supreme Regent, His Excellency Guilliman, is already trying his best to deal with the tide of Chaos through the Indomitus Crusade, but even in
At such a critical juncture, a certain sacred ritual still occupied a lot of time of the Council of Supreme Lords.
On the sacred Terra shining with brilliant golden light, a small boat descended from the orbit. The messenger was a little uneasy. He had to come to the Supreme Lord Council for a ceremonial regular meeting, just like many rituals,
Why should this meeting be held, what is the reason, and what is its significance, have long disappeared in the history and mist of the human empire for tens of thousands of years, but a ritual is a ritual. Since this ritual exists from the moment the emperor appears, then
There is no doubt about it.
A ritual is a ritual.
But today, this ceremony is very different from the past, which makes the envoy feel extremely nervous, because the Supreme Lords Council met to discuss and decide that since the emperor has returned, they no longer have the power to resolve this matter, and the envoy must
Meet the Emperor himself.
Fortunately, everything had been arranged well. When the envoy strode into the throne room under the leadership of the Emperor's Imperial Guard, he saw the Emperor himself as he wished - a face that brought together countless miracles and light, and a coldness that looked at everything.
The messenger's eyes were almost filled with humility and admiration. The messenger took a few deep breaths, and then began to recite the words that were engraved in his DNA.
"The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland once again begs the Emperor for permission to delay Brexit. We need more time to negotiate and vote."
The messenger's voice echoed in the empty throne room. It was soon covered up by the rotation and noise of the instruments and the sound of ozone transpiration produced by the operation of the Golden Throne. The messenger bent down and bowed, waiting for the emperor's reply.
The Emperor did not answer, and two minutes passed like this. The envoy could already feel the angry gaze of the Emperor's Imperial Guard standing next to him. Every second of the Lord of Mankind was so precious, and he actually let the Emperor waste two minutes.
?
The messenger wondered if the Emperor had heard him. He considered whether he should repeat himself, and then he raised his head.
There was no expression on the emperor's face, but judging from his expression, it was obvious that he was reminiscing about something or looking for something. The messenger was about to open his mouth to repeat the words again, but the emperor raised his hand to signal that he would not use it.
The Lord of Mankind finally spoke: "I have heard and agreed to this request. I will extend the Brexit deadline for another 999 years. Your request has been received and time has been given. In the name of mankind, so be it."
"
As if the messenger had been granted amnesty, he hurriedly bowed and took his leave quickly, and the Lord of Mankind returned once more to the reality of the war against the destructive forces of Chaos.
But he was not alone in the throne room. The authority and power of the Lord of Mankind was so convincing that the working Mechanicus Priests and Imperial Custodes, as well as the bureaucrats of the Imperial Executive Council, would not ask any questions of the Lord of Mankind, but
There is one curious guy excepted.
"So, father, what is that? The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? What is that, Brexit, what is that?" Magnus, the Red Son, who was sitting on the golden throne, spoke, and he looked at it curiously.
His father asked: "What the hell is that? What can make my father, who has infinite wisdom, infinite power and infinite desire (crossed out), actually spend two minutes thinking about it?"
The Emperor raised his head and glanced at Magnus. The Red Son was holding several "Legion Flags - Weekly" and reading an ancient book unearthed from the underground of the palace. This ancient book was once considered taboo.
knowledge, but after confirmation by the emperor, it was just an ordinary historical novel.
Even after sitting on the Golden Throne, Magnus still maintained his diligent and studious appearance. Seeing that the emperor did not answer, he asked again: "This must have meaning, right? Father?"
"...It was an ancient ritual from the Holy Terra 2k era." The emperor seemed a little bored, so he finally spoke: "It's very ancient, very commemorative, but other than that it's useless."
"This ceremony is ancient and full of commemorative significance enough for you, father, the master of mankind, who is extremely precious every second, to waste two minutes on this?!" Magnus became more interested after listening, and he kept
Follow-up question: "Just tell me, I want to know, just tell me!"
"Father, tell me, I want to know!"
"What does that ceremony mean?"
Magnus sat on the golden throne chattering.
"You are always so curious, Magnus." The emperor was so annoyed that he couldn't help it. He turned his head and looked at the magic little mag sitting on the golden throne with cold eyes: "Curiosity will harm you, you
Didn’t we learn enough lessons from the previous incidents?”
"That's better than me sitting on the Golden Throne for a long time!" Magnus began to be unhappy, and he kept shouting: "Think about me, the Primarch, the son of the Lord of Mankind.
One, for the human empire, for you, sitting on the golden throne for so long, sacrificing yourself, dedicating yourself, shouldn’t you make some small compensation for my sacrifice?”
"..." The Emperor knew that Magnus was a threat, and this guy was of some use, but no matter what, the Emperor was fair and selfless. If the Golden Throne didn't have the magical little mag, then he would be
You have to sit on it. For the time being, Magnus is still somewhat useful, so his small, insignificant request should be met, otherwise if this guy causes trouble, the entire Star Torch will be affected.
Therefore, the regimental banner newspaper "The Weekly" of the Ministry of War was always delivered to the throne room on time, and the Emperor also opened some library and took out some books for Magnus to pass the time.
"Do you still remember the woman named Windsor who came in under the leadership of Trajan more than a hundred days ago?" The emperor said coldly: "From the 2k era to the present 42k, countless rulers, scholars and heroes have
We, High Lords and Inquisitions have come and gone, but this is the only woman named Windsor, and that’s the end of my story.”
"???!!!" Magnus opened his eyes wide, as excited as if he had discovered a new world: "She is an immortal?!"
"The problem is over. If there are no other questions, continue your duties." The Emperor ignored Magnus.
"Wait! Father, I have another question!" Magnus said with great joy: "Hey! Father, what are you going to do about Guilliman and Lorgar?"
"..." The expression on the emperor's face changed slightly.
Just a few weeks ago, a terrible internal strife broke out during Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade.
An extremely fierce conflict broke out between the Supreme Regent of the Empire and the new Imperial Ecclesiastical Pope Lorgar, who was supported by the Sisters of Battle of the Emperor's Daughters. The two sides fought, and Guilliman broke Lorgar's nose with a punch, and
Lorgar used the double-headed eagle scepter in his hand to smash Guilliman's head.
The cause of all this was a sentence made by the Supreme Regent of the Empire in his victory speech after the war.