Chapter 395 [Witness]

Above the towering imperial city. The sky is covered with thick dark clouds, and the clouds almost press over the highest corner of the palace. This depressive atmosphere seems to cover the entire palace.

The Yulin Army, which had been streamlined because of the war, seems to be wearing a gorgeous backing armor today. The long feather cloak is still as bright as before, but if you look closely, the face of each Yulin Army soldier is dignified. , Never again the prestige of the past.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and under the steps outside the palace, several important imperial ministers, the old prime minister Salen Bonelli, the military minister Adrik, and the imperial finance minister, etc., almost all arrived, and everyone stood. Below the steps, every face was covered with obscure expressions, staring at the palace above with a serious and sad look.

Almost everyone came in attire, and even the relatively simple Adrik, put on a heavy and cumbersome uniform, with a ribbon and badge.

Among the crowd, the only one who looked more relaxed. There was only the fat man standing behind Adrik.

Ruhr was still wearing a simple military uniform. The uniform was a bit dirty, and a suspicious stain was spilled on his chest. It looked like some kind of broth or something. Even the boots were full of dirt. . The fat man's hair was disheveled, and his body was full of strong alcohol. The fat body was hidden behind Adrik's tall and tall figure. The sneer at the corner of his mouth seemed to be a bit mocking, but more disdain, and ... deeply despised.

A gust of wind blew through, it was clear that it was the warm summer wind, but the old prime minister Salen Bonelli standing next to the man took a few clear blows.

The atmosphere was too heavy, everyone could not feel the warmth in the wind, and their hearts were cold.

"Do we have to wait here?" Ruhr looked indifferent, even raised his fingers and dug his ears, and then blasted hard in front of his mouth: "So many people, their faces seem to be bereavement, If you do n’t know, thought that the emperor of our empire had crashed again ... ”

The voice of his speech was not suspiciously concealed, so the old prime minister next to him listened, his eyebrows tightened, and he turned to look at Ruhr, trying to use a gentle tone: "General Ruhr, if you feel standing here It doesn't make sense to wait. Then please go back to rest ... we understand that your physical injury has not healed. "

Ruhr stared at the old prime minister, as if to say something, but immediately reached his mouth, but the fat man sighed longly: "Master Prime Minister, I know the pain in your heart ... In fact, I am concerned about this The love of the country is no less than you. It just ... does it make sense to wait here? "

Pointing at the imperial ministers who came here in disguise, he whispered: "What are we here to see? Witness the birth of a shame treaty that has never been seen since the founding of the Empire? Stand here and witness such things Does that really make sense? I would rather go up town and kill a few more rebels. "

The old prime minister squeezed his lips tightly, and he could see that the old man was biting his teeth hard, and after a while, he exhaled, then raised his hands and folded his hair, and the wind blows his hair, faintly said: "This is our The empire is our empire for which we are allegiance, so ... even if something bad happens, we should stand here to witness all this. The misery of fate, or happiness ... hum, witness. This seems to be the only thing we can do now. "

Ruhr listened, squinting, and was about to say something, but Adrik suddenly said in a somber and low voice: "Well, Ruhr, stop talking ... they're out!"

As Adrik's voice had just fallen, above the steps, the two tightly guarded gates guarded by the two rows of Jinjia Yulin Samurai finally opened slowly.

The footsteps inside were brisk and with a nasty pleasant taste.

A tall, tall figure walked out of the door.

Gislent's gorgeous uniform, with badges on his chest, neatly trimmed beards, and even the wounds that had been stabbed the other day have already been healed by magical treatment (I heard that because of that assassination) In the incident, the young emperor summoned General Adrik into the palace and rebuked him for a full hour, and then sent a court magician to treat Gislent in person.)

The expression on Gislent's face was clearly spirited. Although he tried hard to bear a smile and did not want to stimulate the emotions of Byzantine ministers at this time, he saw more than ten Byzantine ministers standing in front of him. Frustrated, Gislent's eyes still couldn't help flashing a hint of light.

He walked to the steps and bent over to a standard court ceremony, and the leather boots under his feet were together, making a crisp sound.

"The contract has been successfully reached, gentlemen. From this moment on, we will be the most unbreakable allies. Long live Landis, long live Byzantine!"

After Gislent said these words in a smiling voice, he took off his hat and clamped it under his arm: "Since the contract is signed, I have a lot of work to do. Let's take a step."

He walked down all the way, and the ministers gave way subconsciously. But when Gislent arrived in front of Adrik, the Scarface General did not seem to know whether it was pretentious or deliberate, but still stood in front of Gislent without giving way to him at all.

Gislent sighed, stopped, looked at Adrik, and whispered, "Dear Honor, as a soldier, I can understand your concerns at this moment, but the big picture ... "

After waiting for Gislent to finish, Adrik suddenly said coldly, "How much?"

Gislent stunned: "What?"

"How much, how much are you extorting." Adrik's voice was cold like ice: "How many open ports, how much military expenses? And ... how many troops?"

Gislent faced Adrik with a horrible calm look, and he even took a half step back subconsciously! At this moment, Adrik, although seemingly angerless, had a coldness in his bones!

"... the opening of eleven ports and the legal entry of the fleet, the dispatch of 200,000 troops, and ... the military expenditure of 67 million gold coins." Gislent raised an eyebrow: "Your country will The trade tax of the year was used as collateral ... Believe me, Adrik, with the help of our Landis. You will soon win this war. "

Adrik listened, he clenched his fists little by little, and the joints even made a crunching sound! Under that terrible calm expression, his fists were bleeding! The nail had pierced his own palm, and the blood fell silently, drop by drop on the cold steps!

Then, a big fat hand grabbed Adrik's fist, and then bit his finger apart.

The fat man stepped forward and looked at Gislent: "Okay, you've got what you want, now. Gislent, please leave here quickly, otherwise, I, the fat, don't guarantee if I will Make insulting diplomatic manners. "

Gislent grinned, then walked around Adrik, striding down the steps.

The noble royal carriage stopped underneath, and Gislent got on the carriage and left calmly.

Throughout the process, Adrik stood still, and even when Gislent went around him and left calmly, the general did not even turn his head to look at it.

Until the carriage left, the old prime minister sighed sadly: "Eleven seaport cities are open! 67 million gold coins ... Ten years of business tax ... Oh, majesty, what are you doing!"

Then, led by the old prime minister, many ministers rushed into the palace.

The crowd ran past, but Adrik was still standing still. Many ministers on the steps ran in, and he still stood there, like a sculpture.

Only the fat man was with Adrik.

As if stiff for a long time, Adrik suddenly exhaled, he turned his head and looked at the fat man, but his eyes were surprisingly mild.

"Well, fat man, let go of my hand. I don't have a‘ that ’hobby.” Adrik even had a smile on his face.

Ruhr frowned, stepping back and letting go: "You ..."

"I'm fine." Adrik bowed his head: "Actually ... Just now, I suddenly realized that I wasn't as angry as I expected, and I didn't even feel too angry. Really. ... Ruhr, you say, isn't that strange? "

Ruhr closed his mouth and stared at Adrik.

"Okay, I'm really okay." Adrik suddenly adjusted his hat, and then smiled: "Standing here has delayed a lot of time, I have a lot of things to do, let's go!"

Talking. He didn't even wait for the fat man, so he turned and strode down the steps.

"Hey, wait, don't you go in and look for Your Majesty's Theory? Did you drag me out of the tavern early in the morning just to let me accompany you ... you really won't go in?" Ruhr cried in the back.

"No need!" Adrik waved his hand without turning his head back: "I was too naive before, the contracts have been signed, and I go in and waste those drools-we have more important things than spit. Things to do! "

Ruhr looked at Adrik's back, then he suddenly widened his eyes with a shocked expression on his face!

Because, when the fat man saw Adrik down the steps, he made a move as if he was casual: Adrick reached out and ripped the shiny rows of badges on his chest. After coming down, then holding it in the palm, after a flash of fighting light flashed on the palm, the various shiny and gorgeous badges have turned into rotten iron twisted into a ball, and Adrik casually turned the ball Stuff stuff in his pocket.

He just left in the wind, and walked away without looking back.

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Many, many years later, a memoir written by the famous general Ruhr recorded this major event at that time, and used the words to describe the scene at the time:

"When General Adrik left, I looked at his back and suddenly realized that this guy had finally made his final choice!

I used to laugh that he was too persistent, but that day, I suddenly realized that when the real thing came to pass, this guy was far more free and easy than me! When he turned around, it seemed that he had left all those obsessions before!

Thank you, Your Excellency Garcia! The covenant he signed with the Landis did not hurt the empire's interests for the next ten years. At the same time, it also successfully destroyed the last fantasy of a patriotic general about the royal family.

From the beginning of that day, it became clear to me that Adrik chose a different path ... "

——This memoir of General Ruhr was later unpublished because it involved too many state secrets and was suspected of disrespect for the imperial royal family.

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On the other hand, the gorgeous royal carriage came to the harbour area with Gislent.

After Gislent got out of the car, the face of General Landis was not as relaxed as in the palace. He didn't even show the smile of the winner that he should have at the moment.

After the escorts of the Imperial Forest had all left, Gislent boarded a Landis battleship moored in the harbour and entered the cabin before slowly taking off his hat.

At this moment, the "son of the storm" looked a little hesitant.

boom!

With a crisp voice behind him, Gislent turned and saw a handsome young man holding a bottle of fine wine from Landist, the cap of the bottle had been unscrewed.

"Should I congratulate you, General Gislent?" The young man laughed. "This contract you signed is the second most important thing since the founding of the Kingdom of Landis ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The document of the Declaration of the Founding of the Empire! Your signed document will forever carry the history of Landis! "

Gislent twitched the corner of his mouth, and he came over, but suddenly he grabbed the bottle without respect for etiquette, and drank a few sips into his mouth, and the liquor flowed along his mouth to his neck. , The golden liquor stained his clean collar.

After drinking most of the bottle of wine in one breath, Gieslent let go of the bottle and gasped heavily.

"... What's wrong with you?" The young man frowned. "You don't seem to be happy, my general, you know, because the document you signed, Landis's army, will Once justly set foot on the continent! This is a great victory ... "

"They won't give up and compromise easily." Gislent suddenly interrupted each other: "Hear Your Highness, I have this feeling."

The young man frowned: "What do you mean by them, is ..."

"Adriatic, and that Ruhr." Gislent sighed. "I must admit that the Byzantine Empire still has a group of loyal and patriotic soldiers-these people will not give up easily. . "