Chapter 452: Collecting Soldiers from All Over the World (1)

No excuses, no panic.

Count Chavez gave a nearly perfect answer: "Your Majesty, I will pay attention next time."

As a minister, this kind of command-like instructions require you to execute, not a bunch of nonsense.

If you make a mistake, you make a mistake, it's not a principled mistake.

With the dignity of the earl, as long as he doesn't rise up, at most he will be fined three cups of wine, why panic?

It is obvious that after so much experience, Count Chavez has become very mature and rational.

As for other nobles, they are not qualified to talk to His Majesty the Emperor one by one.

Under the leadership of Count Chavez, they all greeted each other, and His Majesty the Emperor showed his kindness and said a few polite words to them, and that was the end.

The previous whispers seemed to have never existed.

Everyone is His Majesty's loyal minister, and the empire is peaceful.

Derrick didn't care. After the war of unification, the old aristocratic forces had been plowed hard several times and were no longer a climate.

Local power groups with deep roots like the Tulu family are also very rare.

When the Emperor came to the south, Count Chavez was responsible for arranging food, clothing, housing and transportation. This was the honor bestowed on the Chavez family.

All costs were not taken into account, just to show the harmony between the monarch and his subjects.

In order to welcome the Emperor, Count Chavez even gave up his best manor, which was renovated and repaired as a temporary palace for the Emperor.

All food was the best.

All expenses were the most expensive.

Count Chavez was ready to personally put on armor and stand guard for the Emperor.

The maids and servants in the palace were either children of the Chavez family or servants for many years.

Even the local government could not intervene.

This was a kind of grace and also a statement of the Emperor.

It represented that the master of the empire still relied on the Chavez family, and the latter was still an important official of the empire in the south.

Political statements are sometimes implicit and restrained.

However, those who understand naturally understand, and those who do not understand are not qualified to participate in politics.

On that day, under the watchful eyes of southern noble officials, the banquet was held in the temporary palace.

His Majesty the Emperor sat at the top, and the accompanying officials, southern nobles, and local officials sat down in turn.

Various songs and dances were naturally indispensable during the banquet.

Various beauties, like a stream of water, came in an endless stream.

It is not difficult for those in power to pick one out of a thousand or one out of ten thousand.

Beauty is also a scarce resource, but it is only scarce for ordinary people.

However, most of those who can sit here are tired of it, or at least they can remain unmoved.

Under the attention of the public, no one wants to make a fool of themselves in front of His Majesty.

Count Chavez's face was flushed, and he looked very happy.

The Chavez family has become a family at the bottom of the first-class of the empire, and the pressure it has to bear is not small.

Let alone the noise from the southern base, the top leaders of the empire don't like him very much.

After all, the reputation of traitors and spies is always unpleasant.

Even if you have made meritorious contributions, you can't avoid being looked at with prejudice by others.

Military giants like Virut are the real top streamers.

Even a killing god like Simon was looked down upon by others.

Only Count Chavez was always looked down upon.

After all, he had no military merits of beheading generals and seizing flags, and no experience of commanding a large army.

How could he convince people in an era when the empire was newly established and fierce men were emerging?

And the more a person lacked something, the more he wanted to prove himself.

When the wine was drunk, Count Chavez suddenly stood up and bowed to the sky.

"Your Majesty, I am happy today. Please dance with swords to cheer your Majesty up."

Derek narrowed his drunken eyes. Was he going to give himself a Hongmen Banquet?

But soon he laughed himself. With Count Chavez's mediocre kung fu, he was afraid that he would never be qualified to show off in front of him in this life.

As for the guards on both sides who were obviously nervous, Derek shook his head slightly.

He stood up, drew out his sword, and threw it into the air.

The long sword was nailed directly in front of Count Chavez.

"I'll give you a reward. Let me appreciate your swordsmanship."

At this time, many people were actually scared out of their wits.

Dancing in front of the king without being summoned is never a good thing.

All kinds of political conspiracies, swordplay and shadows look exciting, but the first unlucky ones are often the spectators on the scene.

The history books will only record that on a certain day of a certain year, someone danced with a sword to stab the king, accidentally injuring dozens of guests.

It may be very joyful to watch, but no one wants to be the guest who was accidentally injured.

Moreover, once involved in such an incident, no one present can escape the responsibility, and no one under the three trees is intact.

And Count Chavez's move is dangerous no matter how you look at it. They are all old foxes for thousands of years. Can they really drink and make mistakes?

When Derek threw the sword out of thin air, some people's legs were already trembling.

But Count Chavez really thanked him three times and drew his sword to dance.

The former king of Locke Kingdom, Louis II, liked swordsmanship, so at that time, all the nobles in the kingdom liked to practice swordsmanship.

Regardless of his skill level, at least he looks good.

He is not good at actual combat, but his sword dance is really beautiful.

As soon as Count Chavez made a move, everyone could see that he really had some skills, at least he had worked hard.

The sword danced faster and faster, like a flower blooming.

And Count Chavez's eyes became clearer and clearer, without any sign of drunkenness.

As I said before, we are all foxes who have lived for thousands of years, what's the point of playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Being an undercover agent is not something that ordinary people can do. It is also a skill to be able to be flawless and remain unknown.

At least he is as careful as silk, how could he do something stupid.

Being disrespectful in front of the king, this crime can be serious or minor.

For a count, it is not as serious as the crime of robbing a commoner woman.

And if the king wants to punish you, he can just accuse you of a crime.

So it seems stupid, but it is actually a test by Count Chavez.

The king's heart is unpredictable, and as a meritorious official, it is certainly impossible to ask directly.

So it is not a bad idea to make a feint and play some tricks.

Judging from the current situation, at least His Majesty the Emperor has no intention of harming him, otherwise he could have been arrested just now, without killing him, and it would be enough to charge him with a crime and reduce his title.

Derek leaned against the chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

He was sleepy and drunk.

Anyone who saw it knew that His Majesty was drunk.

But who knows whether it is true or false?

Derek did not react to Count Chavez's thoughts at that time.

But it was just a sword. Could the other party really kill him with a sword?

It was a joke.

If he couldn't even stop the assassin's sword within seven steps, the Northland Knight should have committed suicide to apologize.

After Count Chavez danced with the sword for a while, Derek finally guessed what he was thinking.