The staff of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rushed forward.
But the cabin door was tightly closed.
The face of Chu Wen, deputy director of the Qinlu Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who led the team to greet him, suddenly looked a little ugly.
"If this were left to the previous court..." Chu Wen snorted coldly.
Let go of the previous dynasty. The king of a small barbarian country can be dragged out and chopped up if he is so rude.
But not the federal empire.
Therefore, Chu Wen could only endure it.
In diplomacy, etiquette is very important.
Moreover, foreign countries can be rude, but the federal empire cannot.
The Federal Empire has been a country of etiquette and benevolence since ancient times.
Etiquette is the face of the empire.
Be sure not to get hurt!
Especially the Ministry of Foreign Affairs - the purpose of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is to maintain the image of the empire and establish an imperial style.
There was no other way, Chu Wen could only contact his superiors.
He dialed the emergency number of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was transferred to the Special Affairs Liaison Office.
After a beep, the call was connected.
"I am Chu Ming!"
"The prince refused to get off the plane..."
"Probably because I dislike my low level!" Chu Wen smiled half self-deprecatingly, half sarcastically.
So, he got the authorization from the other side of the phone.
"The attitude of our black guards is..."
"We welcome the prince to get off the plane!"
"If the prince refuses to get off the plane, we won't force him!"
The female voice on the other side of the phone was very dull, so dull that Chu Wen felt that the guard in black didn't care about the prince at all.
After hanging up the communication, Chu Wen's brows slowly furrowed.
After a while, he gave the order: "Let's go... let's go have afternoon tea!"
As for the prince?
Love so much!
………………
Ludwik looked through the window at the Eastern diplomats in front of the plane and left en masse.
His eyes slowly narrowed.
I couldn't help but clench my hands.
The glass wine glass in his hand was shattered into pieces.
Lieutenant General Hurricane is already angered!
only……
Ludvik raised his head, and he could clearly feel that in the clouds above his head, a long knife was pointing at him.
That's the Qinglong Yanyue Sword!
Artifact!
As long as he dares to act rashly.
Then, this magical sword will fall immediately.
Kill the gods and kill the souls!
"Guan Sheng Emperor!" Ludvik said solemnly.
Poland's intelligence department still knows about this protector of the federal empire, Zhuan.
"It seems... He has awakened to a very high degree!" Ludvik thought.
Sleeping gods generally do not take the initiative.
A large-scale ceremony needs to be held to awaken it, so that it can display the power of the gods with the support of faith.
After taking action, the god will inevitably fall into dormancy.
Only gods who have awakened to a certain level can have the ability to actively intervene in the present world.
only……
"Did Beelzebub not dare to enter this land because he was afraid of Him?" Ludvik thought.
Before entering this land, Beelzebub, the king of hell, had already returned to hell in his consciousness.
Ludvik thought, he should be afraid of gods of the same level, right?
"It really has a profound foundation!" Ludvik sighed with emotion.
So, he knocked on the table.
Soon, a servant came to the front and knelt down on one knee: "Your Highness...what are your orders?"
"Open the hatch!" Ludvik said: "Send someone to tell the Easterners..."
"I……"
"The Prince of Lithuania of Poland, the protector of Estonia, the head of the Teutonic Knights, Count Danzer, and the Baron of Bavaria, upon the order of our king, visited the Commonwealth Empire of Bactria and requested a meeting with His Majesty the Emperor of Bactria!"
"I need to be treated with the diplomacy I deserve!"
As he spoke, he took out a gold-plated letter of credence from his briefcase and took it into his hand.
This country in the east has been lingering in the hearts of Qinlu people since ancient times.
They were the kingdom of Presbyterian John.
It was also the source of the scourge of God.
It was once the Eastern Utopia written by Rousseau, Hugo and others.
But in the end, they became Qin Lu's nightmare.
The lingering nightmare from three hundred years ago until today!
It can even be said that today's predicament of Qinlu is inseparable from this country in the east!
"Our ancestors...three hundred years ago, once spread weapons all over the world..."
"The French and Butanians expanded thousands of miles in the Northern Zhou Dynasty..."
"Fo Langji and the United Provincial Republic ruled the vast Southern Zhou Dynasty..."
“Tianzhu is the dumping ground for our products!”
"The South Sea is our source of spices and rubber..."
"Even here in the East, we once visited Fusang, coveted Silla, spied on Cochin, and even colonized the shores of this eastern country!"
Ludvik stood up, countless thoughts surging in his mind.
That was the glorious era of Qinlu, and it was also the golden age of Qinlu!
pity……
When the smoke in the east goes out and a brand new empire rises from the ruins, everything will be different.
That day, huge fleets sailed out from one port after another.
The sails that covered the sky and sun stretched all the way to the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Tens of thousands of expeditionary troops, pushing cannons and carrying muskets, landed from the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
They claim that they are messengers of benevolence and justice and defenders of morality.
They believe that the natives of the Northern and Southern Zhou Dynasties are their compatriots who were separated three thousand years ago.
Therefore, they have natural obligations.
This is to punish the people and punish the thieves!
Hundreds of years of war, bloody and bloody.
The countries of Qin and Land even formed an alliance in the end and even dispatched extraordinary beings.
He was still defeated.
Thus, the golden age ended.
Qin Lu's suffering then began.
Recalling this history, Ludvik slowly clenched his fists.
"But we won't lose again!" he said.
"We can't lose anymore!"
If you lose again, you won't just have to sign a contract.
It won't be as simple as just giving up the colony.
Because, these are extraordinary times!
This is also the time when the gods will wake up from their long slumber!
If we lose again...
Ludvik remembered the secrets in the Church of Bones.
I also remembered some of the secrets Beelzebub told him.
He understands...
In this extraordinary era, the revival of spiritual energy can support the gods to be more active today.
If he loses again, what he loses will be more than Qin Lu can bear!
……………………
The credentials formally submitted by the Kingdom of Poland through diplomatic channels were sent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
As the special affairs liaison, Li Anan saw the contents of the Polish credentials from his computer.
She only glanced at it and was stunned.
"How dare they!" Li Anan's hands trembled.
"How dare you make such rude demands to our country!"
The content of the credential is very brief, and when translated into imperial script, it is very straightforward.
The Kingdom of Poland proposed a marriage with the Federal Empire.
Its king proposed to the emperor of the empire.
Request that Prince Ludvik of Lithuania be allowed to marry Her Royal Highness Princess Roan of the Empire.
This is a provocation!
A naked provocation!
Who doesn't know that at that time, Emperor Taizu was dissatisfied with the previous dynasty in every possible way.
But he praised the previous dynasty for its integrity.
No reconciliation, no cession of territory, no compensation.
The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country!
If the previous dynasty was like this, how could the Federal Empire be inferior?
Jingle Bell……
the phone is ringing.
Li Anan picked up the phone.
Zhang Hui's voice came from the phone: "Major Li, have you seen your credentials?"
Li Anan nodded: "I saw it!"
"What do you think, Major Li?" Zhang Hui asked.
Li Anan was slightly stunned: "General... on such a big matter, my subordinates dare not express their opinions!"
"Tell me about it..." Zhang Hui smiled and raised his eyebrows on the other side of the phone.
He knew that the attitude of this koi fish could be indirectly seen as the attitude of the ancient god.
Li Anan then said without hesitation: "My subordinate's opinion is...he is dreaming!"
Nowadays, it is modern.
But some things are always rooted in the hearts of the people of the empire.
Zhang Hui listened and laughed: "He is indeed dreaming!"
Putting down the phone, Zhang Hui put on her coat and said to her secretary: "Get ready, let's go to the airport!"
"Let's meet Lieutenant General Hurricane!"
He moved his wrist slightly.
Before Zhang Hui was injured, he had a vicious reputation!
Now, he has fully recovered from his injuries and is only one step away from admiral.
He also studied "The Book of Reason", and his strength is no longer the same as in the past!
He waved his hand gently, and the magical sword that had not been used for several years fell into his hands.
Messenger of Yama!
This was his past title!
If you draw a sword, you will kill someone!
…………………………………………
Lingpingan walked on the crowded streets of the imperial capital.
He petted his pet.
"It's strange..." he said: "The fragrance is gone..."
Meow!
The kitten meowed softly.
Behind Lingpingan, Chu Weiwei heard his thoughts and became curious: "Sir, what fragrance do you smell?"
"It's a delicious aroma!" Lingpingan said, "It's a pity that I can't smell it now!"
He swallowed as he spoke.
The fragrance I just smelled was really delicious!
Lingpingan even has a feeling that even if there is no salt or seasoning, the thing only needs to be simply roasted and it will make the children cry!
This is really the best ingredient for gourmets!
pity……
The scent has disappeared now.
"Didn't you smell it?" Lingpingan turned around and asked.
Chu Wei shook his head, and Hu Nuonuo also shook his head.
Lingpingan then said: "Maybe I have an illusion!"
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
Lingpingan picked it up and looked at it. It was his aunt.
"Hello!" He answered the phone: "Auntie, are you off work?"
"Yeah!" Li Anan's voice came from the other side of the phone, but he seemed a little unhappy.
Lingpingan couldn't help but asked: "What's wrong?"
Li Anan sighed: "Nothing...I'll come right away to take you back to Luming Villa!"
"Oh!" Lingpingan nodded.
…………………………………………
Ludvik sat in his seat, the iron armor on his head flashing with an inexplicable color.
He knew that someone strong was approaching.
He can sense the rhythm of the other party's psychic energy.
Quiet, mysterious, as deep as an abyss, and as vast as the starry sky.
"Is it the Governor?" Ludvik couldn't help but hold his weapon, a huge two-handed heavy sword!
It is a quasi-artifact forged from the star stones he traded among the Greek gods.
Weighing thousands of kilograms!
What's more, it's extremely sharp!
After Beelzebub's spellcasting, two magical spells, plague and bloodshed, were added.
If struck by this sword, even an extraordinary person will be attacked by the plague and fall into weakness. The wound will not heal and will bleed for life!
Ludvik knew that if the governor came in person.
This sword can't save him!
Because that governor had already half-stepped into the realm of gods.
In this era when the gods cannot fully awaken, he is the strongest existence on earth.
You can even kill gods!
The evil god of Nanyang died in his hands, and he completely fell!
"How proud of me!" Ludvik thought.
but……
He is not afraid.
The biggest problem of Eastern people is that they love face, like to talk about benevolence and morality, and value procedural justice.
Therefore, when the two countries are at war, the envoys will not be killed.
He won't be in danger.
This was something that was decided before coming!
Didn’t you see that even Accardo can move freely in this country?
But knowing it, knowing it, Ludvik was still nervous.
A person’s name, the shadow of a tree!
Who is not afraid of the governor in black?
Raising his head, Ludvik looked in front of him, at the seat opposite him.
A man wearing black clothes, glasses, and a scarf appeared in front of him.
He was carrying a long and narrow magic sword.
A name crossed Ludvik's mind.
Black Guard Lieutenant General Zhang Hui!
Minister of Internal Affairs, Guardian of the Palace!
Messenger of Yama!
But……
Wasn't he seriously injured and about to die?
how……
Ludvik looked at the person in front of him.
His breath is long, spiritual energy is billowing from his body, and his eyes are full of energy.
Who is the seriously injured person there?
Ludvik could feel that this man had already stepped into the realm of admiral!
He can become a general at any time!
Admiral!
One person is equivalent to a heavily equipped mechanized army!
A heavily equipped mechanized group army with an artillery division, air defense brigade, and air assault brigade!
You can destroy a country or massacre a city!
In front of it, nuclear weapons are roughly the same as firecrackers.
For the general, it is impossible for those so-called strategic missiles flying slowly in the atmosphere to aim at him, let alone lock him.
Even if he is hit head-on by a hydrogen bomb, it will be difficult to completely kill such a person.
because……
Admiral, you are already close to the gods.
As long as there is one cell alive, the admiral may be reborn!
To truly and completely kill an admiral, apart from the gods, the only one left is the admiral himself!
For example, the Emperor of France had a short physical lifespan and his energy and blood were exhausted.
Therefore, he took the initiative to enter death and was buried in the Invalides.
But is he really dead?
That's not necessarily the case.
Perhaps, when the concentration of spiritual energy recovery rises again, he will return from eternal sleep.
only……
Even Emperor Frank had to take the initiative to be buried because of his serious injuries.
What is going on with this messenger of Yama who is said to be able to take only two more attacks at most before collapsing?
How did he recover from his injuries?
Also, how did he break through?
Ludvik stared at the other party.
"Your Majesty General, you are here with your Yama Sword..." Ludvik said in pure federal official dialect after a long silence: "Are you going to take my head?"
Because of the strength of the Federation Empire, the Qin and Land nobles are even more familiar with Eastern culture than their own culture!
Like Ludwik, he has read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, and can even understand Dream of the Red Chamber.
He can also recite poems and compose poems, and understands rhythm and rhythm.
He is also very familiar with Eastern history and allusions.
Zhang Hui chuckled and said: "Your Highness..."
"Our country never uses swords against its guests!"
"Even if he is a bad guest, he will just be kicked out of the house and the trouble will be over!"
Ludvik naturally understood what this person meant.
He laughed and said: "The sages of your country have a saying: A gentle lady is a good gentleman!"
"I admire the eldest princess of your country and sincerely propose to marry...Am I wrong?"
Zhang Hui sneered and did not answer.
He just looked at the hurricane lieutenant coldly, the magic sword in his hand making ripples.
Ludvik looked at it, and he understood that the other party's attitude was actually telling him - you are at fault!
And it’s a big mistake!
As for where the error is?
For some reason, Easterners won't say it directly.
But Ludvik could guess.
Three hundred years ago, in the records of Easterners, the people of Qinlu were described as "red-haired ghosts" or "red-haired barbarians".
To Orientals, even Fusang, in the eyes of Cochin people.
Qinlu and Kunlun Prefecture are also barren and barren lands.
This is also the purpose of his trip.
By marrying the co-owner of the East, the noble eldest princess of this country, they can psychologically defeat their arrogance!
This is also a long-planned plan on his part.
Once he can succeed, then it will not only be a victory over Dongfang, but also he can use this to establish prestige in the entire Qin Continent!
I can even marry an Eastern princess!
You guys, why don’t you kneel down and praise the great Kingdom of Poland!
In this way, the crown of the Holy Roman Empire can be placed on the head of the Polish royal family without any bloodshed!
