Father Mavie

Chapter 208 Paul I (please subscribe!!!)

A red carpet was spread on the [-] steps of the branch of the Academy of Sciences in the Central District, and golden lion flags surrounded by crowns stood on both sides. The flags and flags danced in the cold wind, and the stone steps were full of people.

As Paul I said, he created a grand celebration banquet for Katerina and the Church of Truth, and declared his kindness and generosity to the world without hesitation. Still.

"If you want to kill it, you must praise it."

Katerina walked on the steps and said softly: "Father, this is what my brother once said, when he was only 11 years old. Don't lose yourself for his means, if we follow his plan and become the so-called Kingdom heroes, then death is not far from us."

"I've seen bigger scenes than this, in London."

Ma Wei smiled, pulled Junia, and walked up steadily: "At that time, the people were empty, and the king stood in front of Buckingham Palace to welcome us back. These are just political means. The king greeted us personally. Is it really a great honor? If it is regarded as an honor, then it also recognizes the supremacy of the king."

Hearing this, Katerina couldn't help but look sideways, and said thoughtfully: "I hope this is an honor, but Father, your ambition seems to be greater than I imagined."

"Is this a good thing for you, Your Highness?"

"It is."

Under the leadership of the internal affairs officer, Ma Wei and Katerina walked into the Academy of Sciences, which was temporarily recruited as the location of the imperial palace. It was heavily guarded and patrolling soldiers could be seen everywhere.

In the large conference hall on the second floor, a group of nobles wearing medals on their chests and wearing military uniforms stared at the gate while whispering to each other.

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The door opened under the push of the internal affairs officer, and the whispers disappeared. Katerina walked in first, with her head held high, looking straight ahead, without leaving a trace of the nobles on both sides, like a victorious General she is.

"Oh! Katerina! My dear sister!"

Paul I, who was sitting on a high seat, stood up, opened his arms, his pale face was full of smiles, walked around the table, ran to Katerina, hugged her heavily, and said with concern: "You don't know that I have I miss you so much, it’s great to have you back safely!”

Katerina patted him on the back symbolically, and asked, "Should I call you Paul, or Your Majesty?"

"In private, we are relatives, but in public, you have to call me Your Majesty." Paul I turned around and stared at the nobles around him, and said with a smile: "For example, now."

"It turned out to be His Majesty."

Katerina put her palms on her chest, nodded and said, "Excuse me, can we start discussing the marching plan?"

"Of course, of course."

Hearing Katerina's address to himself, Paul I smiled even wider: "But today is a celebration banquet for you. Let's talk about the marching plan or something later."

Faced with Paul I's arrangement, Katerina didn't say much. If it were her, she would never hold any celebration banquet, but seized the opportunity and launched a massive counterattack.

but.
Now she is not a king after all, and has no power to command the army.

Paul I clapped his hands, and the small door on one side of the conference hall opened, and the maids served carefully prepared dishes, such as fried peacock, cheese pie, vanilla crane, aspic, crepes, pastries, fried dough
The dishes were piled up all the time, and the piles rose like mountains before stopping. If arranging dishes is an art, then these maids must be famous artists.

"dad."

Looking at the mountain of food, Junia said in amazement, "So much, can they finish it?"

"Dozens of pigs should be able to finish eating."

A baron sitting next to him looked at Ma Wei in surprise, his eyes were uncertain, as if he was saying such vulgar words, how could he appear at such a formal banquet?
Not at all posh!
"But...but there are so many refugees out there!" Junia asked again: "Will they distribute the unfinished food to the refugees?"

"Oh"

Just as Ma Wei was about to speak, the baron sitting next to him answered the question kindly and kindly.He picked up a piece of thick disc-shaped bread, cut it in half from the middle, spread it out in front of him, got up and took a grilled quail with full gravy, held a table knife, and said while skillfully cutting: "Of course we will Distributing the rest of the food to commoners is a must-have etiquette for nobles, just like this piece of white bread soaked in soup, which is mixed with the taste of various foods. meal!"

Junia stared straight at the baron, turned her head after a while, her face was full of disgust, and she was unwilling to say a word.

"Things that father hates have become the norm here." Katerina sipped the broth and ate the bread dipped in the broth, and said without raising her head: "Your Majesty, I must remind you, This is a time of war."

"Yeah, how can we fight if we don't have enough to eat?"

Paul I, who sat at the head of the dinner table, didn't seem to hear Katerina's overtones. He pointed to the nobles at the table and said, "Ivanovich, Gregory, Kudinov."

He read the names of the nobles one by one, "They are the most elite generals of the Romanov Kingdom. If they can't even guarantee their food, how can they command the soldiers? We must prioritize the needs of the commanders. Only they Satisfied, the war can proceed smoothly."

The nobles nodded slightly, agreed with the king's words, and raised their glasses one after another.

Katerina smiled, and her smile was full of bitter sarcasm. She took a sip of the anise and asked, "Where is Archbishop Henry?"

"He was unwell and had no appetite."

"It must have hurt my stomach."

"Who knows, but I should really send him a bottle of red wine from the northern Rhône Valley. Father would drink a glass every night." Paul I asked suddenly while eating caviar bread: "Are you fighting?" Are you injured?"

"No, it hasn't scratched even a bit of skin, are you disappointed?"

"How could I be disappointed because you were not injured?" Paul I sighed: "You are my real sister. After the death of my father and mother, you are the only relative I have in this world. I hope you are healthy and happy .”

"What a frightening blessing."

"Be serious."

Putting down the knife and fork, Paul I wiped the corners of his mouth and said seriously: "Katerina, you know the current situation the kingdom is facing. If we can get the help of the Popang Kingdom, then all difficulties will be solved."

"Didn't you already get the help of Popang Kingdom?"

"No, no, we just got help from the God of Wisdom, and the Popang Kingdom didn't send troops to rescue."

Paul I shook his head again and again: "I mean, Ivan de Bourbon, the first crown prince of the Popang Kingdom, is 22 years old this year. He is wise and young. He is an extremely good man. He will inherit the throne in the future and become Ivan de Bourbon , and he has favored your sister for a long time, if you are willing to marry him, I think the Popang Kingdom will spare no effort to help us and repel the soldiers of the Windsor Kingdom."

"Sounds good." Katerina nodded.

"You agree?"

"Well"

Katerina picked up the wine glass, her blue eyes swept over the somewhat surprised nobles and Paul I around her, and said with a blank expression:

"Actually, I'm telling you to fuck off."

(End of this chapter)