Ride and Cut

The day before the Spring Festival, the entire delegation was personally received by His Majesty Sargerei.

　　 In the magnificent palace, a grand banquet was held. The dishes were so rich that it was dazzling. There were nearly a hundred servants alone. In addition to more than a dozen envoys, there are also many honours from the city of Felix attending, which is a rare social event in recent years.

　　 It's a pity that even though it is so solemn, they are all non-nutritive idioms. Coupled with the frequent toasting for all kinds of boring reasons, Richard is almost drowsy.

　　Since it has long been believed that these so-called nobles, under their dignified appearance, are all male thieves and female prostitutes, the lord is far too lazy to pay attention. During the period, some people tried to say a few words to this dazzling new star in the northeast province, but he had to deal with it with a few words.

　　 The only thing that made him feel a little bit interesting was that Bedrick wore a dress that he would never touch.

　　The tailors used by the royal family are really skilled and willing to pay for the cost-crisp black fabric, huge pure gold buttons, exquisite golden tassels, combined into a black dress unique to Pompeii. It can completely set off a fat man with a big belly to set off his heroism.

　　 But to be fair, Bedrick does not look as cool as a half-lord, but rather like a gorilla with hands and feet, and he looks uncoordinated.

　　 And while pushing the cups and changing cups frequently, Richard noticed that after many hours of the whole banquet, Bedrick never looked up at the person sitting on the main seat—that is, his biological father, His Majesty Sargerei.

　　 Even if the two eyes meet occasionally, Bedrick will immediately turn his head to avoid it, obviously the relationship is not much harmonious. Others were quite familiar with the awkwardness between the crown prince and the king.

　　 After a short break after the banquet, His Majesty Sargerei began to call every envoy in the study in turn. Obviously this is where the real meat is.

　　 Richard is not very high in rank, but many of the people ahead of him only walked through the field, and came out soon after entering. So it didn't take long before it was his turn.

　　 "Richard, have you ever planned to get married."

　　 Lord Lord followed the guidance of the attendant and walked through the long and quiet corridor into the study. I saw His Majesty Sargerei holding scissors and personally trimming the fiery red roses in the vase on the bookcase.

　　 You must know that in the precipitous early spring season, being able to decorate with delicate anti-season roses is definitely a privilege that only a few great nobles have.

　　 "You are now at the age to marry, how about the daughter of Count Pierre? That is a famous beauty in the whole of Fleisch."

　　 "Sorry, your majesty, I'm not interested." Richard did not expect that the first wedding urge in the New Year would come from King Pompeii.

　　 Earlier Pierre was sitting across from him at the meal just now, and he was so enthusiastic that he couldn't understand it. So, it seems that he has already fallen in love with this hairy son-in-law. But to be honest, since the count himself looks infinitely close to a troll, it is hard to believe how optimistic his daughter can be.

　　 "Okay." Sargerei just said casually, not really serious, "What do you think of this mediation meeting?"

　　 "The grade level will work hard..." Richard began to recite the phrases, all of which Buckland had prepared for him before he left for fear of stabbing Louzi. After watching it all night last night, he was quite familiar with it.

　　 "Stop." His Majesty Sargerei couldn't laugh or cry. "Let me ask another question. Who do you think is most likely to pose a threat to us?"

　　 "San Jose, Stuart, and even the Church of the Goddess of Ice and Snow are all possible. You have to talk to know." Lord Lord thought where I would know where to go.

"You have to talk about it before you know it. That's right." Sargerei said while trimming the extra branches. "But as a rookie on Vanity Fair, I must remind you that since His Majesty Belluni of Stuart is here, It must be a worthy opponent."

　　 "But the folks call him the mad king, the mad king." Lord Lord shrugged.

"I know that you have a good relationship with Baker. The friendship in your youth is always moving and memorable~" Sargerei put down the scissors and admired his gardening work, very satisfied, "You know what, Majesty Beruin of Stuart, I was also friends with me."

　　 "Oh?" Richard wondered if it was a friendship.

"When we were young, Pompeii and Stuart signed a peace agreement, each sending a prince to each other's country as hostages. Beruin was the hapless one." Sargerei frowned slightly, and seemed to have fallen into it. In memory, "Although the agreement lasted only more than four years, Bei's four years is enough time for us to enter into a personal friendship."

"At that time, we all dismissed secular power, and desperately wanted to be the sword master representing the highest glory of the swordsman. For the common goal, encouraging, learning, and discussing each other is a time that I will miss when I think about it." The corners of Sargerei's mouth curled up slightly.

　　 "To be fair, this guy Belluni is enthusiastic, smart, open-minded, curious, and energetic. He is the kind of person who will achieve something no matter what he does~www.readwn.com~." The lord was a little surprised.

　　 He can sense that the elemental fluctuations in Sargerei are not weak. Although it is certainly not comparable to Master Du Peng, but to be honest, this majesty is better than most of the guards who protect him, and not a little bit stronger.

　　 There are not many shortcuts in fighting qi cultivation, which can only show that he has invested considerable energy in this area. It is not common for a king.

　　 "Richard, you know, I can always see the shadow of Belluni in your body." Sargerei looked at the lord of the mountain fort and said seriously.

　　 "I don't want to be a lunatic." Richard waved his hand again and again.

"Belluni is not a lunatic, at least not once." His Majesty Sargerei smiled. "Think about it, returning to Stuart as an abandoned prince, but eventually defeating many brothers and becoming a king. There is something in it. Political skills are not so powerful."

"Then how did he become like this?" The lord frowned and asked: "I heard that he has repeatedly welcomed civilian women as queens, and killed them one by one with his own hands. The control of the country in recent decades, It's almost completely absurd."

　　 "Beluni was also a very diligent king. The Queen Mary who accompanied him was also his lifelong love, and accompanied him to the throne from the end of his life." Sargerei shook his head, a little sorrowful.

　　 "It’s just a fool of things. Queen Mary fell to her death in a hunt twenty years ago. Belluni’s inner world probably collapsed, and it’s been a little abnormal since then."

　　 "It turned out to be a seed of infatuation." The lord was shocked, then sneered.