The old man who lost his last support completely collapsed.

He fell to his knees on the ground with a "plop" and begged in a weak and miserable cry: "...please... give me a chance. I don't want to die."

"I am willing to apologize to you for my previous arrogance."

"I... can do anything for you."

"Just give me a city. I am willing to give up the title of King of Flying Eagle. I can help you merge the Eagle Clan and the Dragon Clan. Just give me a small city. From now on, you will be my king."

"If... what I said is that if, doing so still cannot eliminate your inner anger. I am only willing to give me a village...I...I am willing to accept it."

Ying Chongshan said the last few words a little bit gritted. In his opinion, this was indeed a surrender, deeply crossing the bottom line he had been upholding for a long time.

Tianhao's face showed a dangerous smile: "At this point, you are still unwilling to give up power... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Without waiting for Ying Chongshan to reply, Tianhao put away the smile on his face and said seriously: "If you don't die, I will not be able to sleep."

Ying Chongshan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his mouth opened to the extreme, as if the moment of "Ah" was released, the loud syllable was petrified by magic and freeze forever.

Tianhao's voice was very light, without any emotional change: "Don't worry! I will give you the grand funeral that the king of the Eagle clan should have after his death. Your head will be made into a bone bowl and become an indispensable valuable item for ancestors."

When the servant dragged Ying Chongshan down, he kept struggling, his crotch was wet, and his urine flowed along his pants to the ground, dragging out a long wet mark that emitted a disgusting smell.

Tianhao turned around and looked at the densely packed civilian buildings outside the palace walls in the distance, and smiled.

"We have to re-create a new dragon flag and add a pair of wings. Next, there is mane and claws."

...

South of the mainland, the Rhine Kingdom, the capital city of Bavaria.

Duke Kalis jumped out of the carriage engraved with complex family badges and hurried towards the palace court. Behind him was as many as 200 fully armed knight guards. Although this was a heavily guarded palace, the guards were still wearing a complete set of armor. They were equipped with the latest type of mesh guns, and there was a hand gun in the upper leather bag of the waist that could be fired at any time.

Yes, a pistol, not a pistol. Like a two-handed long-tube convex gun, this pistol also requires ignition and ignition of a medicinal rope to be fired.

King Henderson is a man who likes to enjoy. Especially the breakfast every day seems to be an extremely important moment in his opinion. Praise the Holy Lord to give us food, and rejection of food seems to be a sin in his opinion.

The lamb steak with dried saffron stamens has been stewed to the extreme, and served with tender green beans on the plate. Just look at it, I feel very appetizing. The pie method comes from Strasbourg cakes in the civilized era, and has been improved in this era, especially the types of stuffing, which focuses on mixing poultry and beef. It is a special cooking method for mixing hens, pigeons, and calf tenderloins, mixing various seasonings, and finally making a pie filling. The whole process from selection of ingredients to making is extremely complicated. More importantly, the filling must be prepared in advance, because it has a natural fermentation period of up to twenty-four hours, and the temperature must be paid attention to, and the filling cannot be rotten due to high temperature. If you make this dish in summer, you can only use the ice cubes stored in the cellar.

Butter seems ordinary, but King Henderson's requirements are different from ordinary people. Whether it is jam or butter, these ordinary seasonings must be made according to his requirements. The focus is not on the method and preparation, but on the specific producer, who must be a virgin under the age of sixteen, and must be the week after the third day after the end of the menstrual period. She must undergo up to twenty-two hygiene tests from the palace officials, from hair to skin, nails to teeth, the degree of fineness is simply outrageous, and even the armpits and breath cannot be spared. If there is a slight odor, she will lose the qualification of the maker.

According to the view of the civilization era, this obviously belongs to some kind of quirk. But Henderson was the king of Rhine after all, and he did have the power to be willful and freely decide. Over time, "King's butter", "King's jam", "King's honey wine", and other foods began to become popular in the entire aristocratic circle. People flocked to this, spending energy and wealth to bribe the royal chef of the royal palace, and even regarded various foods made as delicious, which they would only take out and enjoy when entertaining guests.

The King's restaurant is very large, with a long 50-meter-long strip of white silk cloth on the long table. The silver and gold tableware are neatly arranged. Henderson stuffed a napkin with beautiful embroidery into the collar and signaled the female officer beside him to put a plate with a picky look. She sprinkled a little pepper, held it with a dining fork in her left hand, and held a knife in her right hand, cutting it slowly with a ritual solemnity and enjoyment.

Kalis is a duke with a special status. He can enter the king's dining room without notice. The tall and strong figure walked in from outside. He walked very quickly and seemed very fast. As soon as he appeared, he frightened King Henderson, who was unprepared, so his hands trembled. The heavy silver knife and fork fell on the dining plate, making a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty!" Duke Calis did not notice these details. He seemed very excited and rushed to the king, pulled a chair and sat down, calming down his strong breath that almost trotted all the way from the entrance of the inner court, and said seriously: "We can send troops and kill all the damn, barbaric northern giants."

The king was very fat, and he hated and even hated everyone who harassed himself as a normal meal. But Calis was different. For this duke who had real power and huge territory, Henderson always kept in mind his father's secret advice before his death, the former king of Rhine.

"Believe in Carlis, he and his ancestors have always been loyal to the royal family."

"Don't anger Calis for irrelevant trivial matters. He and his family have a great influence in the military, and this situation has continued for more than a dozen generations. My child, I know you have your own ideas, but reality doesn't, and it's hard to change according to your personal ideas. You have to learn to accept, understand, and even learn to obey. The will of the king cannot be continued forever. You need friends and helpers. Because interests are forced to bow to someone, or exchange them in some special form, this cannot be regarded as humiliation."

"Look at everything in the best way. Remember to treat Calis as your best friend and let him feel your passion and friendship. Under this basic premise, if one day you have an absolute advantage and feel the ability to cut off his head and let others fill his position, or you directly replace it... Then congratulations, my child, you can become the greatest king in Rhine's history, and even the emperor of the entire continent."

Henderson stretched out his broad pink tongue, licked his thick fat lips, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, which was actually not stained with grease, and smiled as usual: "I just started having breakfast. Today's fried chicken is very good. Do you want to have some?"

This invitation was in line with the Duke's wishes. He got up early to meet the king and discussed and implemented the detailed issues as soon as possible. He only drank a glass of water on the way to hurry up, and was indeed a little hungry. The dining table near the king's location was filled with various foods, especially the fried chicken recommended by Henderson. The golden appearance suddenly aroused Calis' appetite, and the fragrant smell penetrated directly into his nostrils, stimulating the secretion of a large amount of saliva from the whole mouth. He swallowed his saliva hard, but without thinking, he reached out to pick up a piece of fried chicken with a length of finger from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it in big mouth, and nodded constantly: "It tastes good, it's really delicious."

The corners of the king's eyes twitched a few times, and a hint of hatred flashed in his bean-like eyes. He then piled up a sweet smile: "How about some more steak? It's the steak loin that I prepared in the middle of the night yesterday, it's very fresh and tender."

To be precise, it should be slaughtered in the early morning, and fresh meat is suitable for cooking. Henderson's understanding of steak is quite special. He persists in thinking that this is the true meaning of food, and only the most luxurious way of making is a normal lifestyle.

"Okay! Give me a piece." After eating the fried chicken, Kalis stuffed his thumb into his mouth, sucked it hard, then stretched his arm, used his index finger to pick out some from the jam bowl opposite, stuffed it into his mouth to suck again, and nodded constantly with an approving expression.

The King's breakfast was indeed delicious.

The Duke was a soldier and many living habits were developed in the army. Although he was a noble, he did not attach much importance to etiquette, especially when eating. He could eat enough when marching and fighting. The slow approach of being consistent with the status of aristocrats seemed unrealistic to him.

Kalis did not realize that his behavior seemed to the king as much as the northern giants, nor did he see his fingers inserted into the jam bowl, the fat meat on the king's face trembled slightly, and disgust flashed in his little black bean-like eyes.

Henderson felt like he was about to collapse.

saliva!

saliva!

Still saliva!

The Holy Lord is above you, you are a duke and a real nobleman! Can't you be more reserved and demand yourself in a more strict way?

The king completely lost his appetite. He felt that all the delicacies in front of him had lost their due fragrance and texture, and turned into a pile of garbage that no one wanted, and even dirty feces in the cesspool.

Henderson forced himself to divert his attention, with a gentle and kind smile... Well, just a kind smile, and asked the Duke who was sitting on the side to enjoy breakfast: "Calis, what did you just say? You seem to mention war?"

The rough-looking Duke picked up the cup and drank a large sip of the aperitif before the meal. He did not pay attention to the order of the wine and dishes, as long as it could be eaten. Calis wiped off the wine flowing to his chin with the back of his hand, and nodded seriously: "Your Majesty, I received a letter from the Holy See yesterday. They have completed the final preparations and we can send troops."

The king suddenly felt unhappy like a toothache. He frowned, too much facial fat squeezed his eyes smaller, and asked uncertainly: "...Do you have to hit it?"

Kalis regarded the king's question as a suspicion of his ability and quickly explained: "The last joint battle between the five kingdoms actually achieved the goal we wanted. It turns out that the Dragon Lock Pass wall could not resist our artillery. If they hadn't summoned the so-called "guardian god" metal monster, we would have won long ago."

Henderson's frown had not yet let go: "The guardian has always existed. I have read relevant historical books. It is the greatest reliance of the northern giants."

"But the patron saint does not accept the summons at all times." Calis tried to use a more specific statement to let the king understand: "Just like a man who feels tired of working during the day, he must rest at night. He has to sleep so that he can wake up the next day and recover his energy. The same is true for the patron saint."

As he said that, the Duke reached out to the cheese on the dining table. This time he picked up the knife, cut off a thick piece, cut off several slices of ham, reached out to grab a piece of tender green vegetable leaf, clamped it with two fresh white bread, and opened his mouth and took a big bite with indescribable satisfaction.

This series of actions once again made the king feel tooth pain... it was not a simulated pain in invisible thinking, but a pain that was almost substance-based and continued from brain thinking.

A rude way of eating is not elegant at all.

More savage than savages!

The pig is here, why is this guy a duke and a nobleman from my Rhine Kingdom?

Squeezing down the desire to vomit deep in his heart, the king forced himself to smile again: "How many soldiers are you planning to bring to fight?"

"One million." This is the number Calis has been thinking about and repeatedly calculated since he received the letter yesterday. He chewed his homemade sandwich and said vaguely: "We have to strengthen the rear transportation line, and all kinds of supplies and supplies must be delivered directly to the front line. His Majesty the Pope said that this battle is different from the previous ones, and we will win!"

The king curled his lips. He did not avoid Kalis in this action. On the one hand, he was too lazy to move sideways, and on the other hand, he was also a mockery of the so-called "must win".

The war between the five kingdoms against the northern barbarians lasted for thousands of years, and every time they sent troops, they would use the slogan of "resolute victory". What's ridiculous is that after fighting for so many years, countless people died, let alone "resolute victory", even the Long Pass could not be captured.
Chapter completed!