"It's so annoying - if I have 20 million gold coins, I'll hire a million beauties, and I'll have to be a good match. I'll fuck ten a day. I'll fight for the world. Your sister is ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Finally, after two months of high-intensity office work, Egier Scadragrimson, the most noble emperor of the Norman Empire, went crazy. The closer it was to summer, the more frequent the Emperor was to go crazy. At first, it was almost once every three days, and then every two days. Now it has developed twice every three days, and it is getting closer and closer once a day.

Of course, Egil is the emperor, and a king with great power, dark heart and cruel personality. To put it simply, he is a tyrant. This tyrant will naturally not let himself suffer any grievance. Usually, at this time, the Majesty would break the quill with a "click" and then smash the vase half a person tall beside him to the ground. Anyway, it was made by the system and it will automatically recover the next day.

After that, the king's work ended on this day. As for when the emperor would go back to work, don't ask questions about who would die. In the following day, he would either go to one of his lovers and vent his heart; or go to the corner of the palace, in the darkest dungeon, and watch the prisoners there be tortured and fun; sometimes he would have a few practice matches with his guard knights - of course, it must be the Emperor's Majesty. It doesn't matter if you don't want to lose, His Majesty the Emperor is very tolerant of the army and will never hold grudges. Just go to sweep the toilet for a week, and you will be fine.

Of course, this situation did not last long. The final result was that His Majesty the Emperor finally bowed to reality and the fiscal budget figures. He decided to temporarily reduce his military reform regulations and reduce the 80,000 regular troops to 60,000. And these 60,000 troops were not fully equipped with new equipment as stated in the regulations. Instead, the old and new were mixed. With a period of half a year, replace half of the troops' equipment. The remaining half... Let's talk about it later.

The consequence of this is that although the reform regulations are not written, the army has begun to accustomed to referring to those equipped with new weapons or newly recruited troops as "new army". The newly enlisted army is also proud to join the new army. In contrast to the new, those troops that still maintain old equipment are called "old army". Although these troops are still very excellent compared to neighboring countries, the morale of the soldiers of the "old army" has also declined to varying degrees. These things were not expected by Egil.

Of course, these things are a month later. And now, His Majesty the Emperor is still extremely unhappy, extremely irritable and extremely angry. If it were ordinary days, it would be nothing. Just follow the previous methods and above to comfort yourself - but today is not possible. Today is when Egil chose to meet the Holy Roman Empire and the Papal Mission.

The meeting time was at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. So in the morning, Egil handled the national affairs according to the usual practice - that is, to find a way to make money. Everyone saw the final result. Whether it is the main gate or the side gate, Egil had thought about the money that could not be made. But no matter what, there was no such number as 20 million - even if half of the Baltic coastal road was built, it would not be possible to misappropriate the costs to expand the armament.

Emperor Egil received the mission from the south in such an upset mood. It is conceivable that under such circumstances, His Majesty the Emperor would naturally not be angry. Even what His Majesty originally thought: at least he could give them to him, even if he gave the Pope a face, this thought disappeared in an instant.

"Hesse, Brandenburg, and the entire North Germany were incorporated into the empire, and the Holy Roman Empire was demoted to a kingdom. It also compensated five million gold coins for war reparations..."

The messenger from Austria finally retracted: "Did you have a broken mind?!" This way - after seeing Gothenburg for a few days, the messenger was not idle. Although the officials of the Norman Empire were all decent, the state secret would not be told. However, "His Majesty the Emperor is in a bad mood in the past few days, be careful." Such information can be said.

Egil's tyrant attribute is famous in the continental region, and the messenger was not sure whether the other party would chop him up in anger. So it would be better to be careful. Of course, Egil was so harsh - no, it should be unreasonable - no, it should be said to be a brainless condition, so he naturally did not dare to agree. Even if he agreed, the Duke Albert in Austria, the Holy Roman Emperor would not agree. He would not tear him alive and then mobilize the entire empire's army to fight to the death.

However, the Norman Emperor should, probably, maybe, maybe, or... wouldn't do this? However, in recent times, the Norman Empire has been continuously expanding its military. The new military regulations, just a public version, are already scary enough. It is unimaginable how terrifying the other party's army will become after it is formed.

"It seems that after returning, we should focus on reporting the matters of the relevant parties to His Majesty. The empire's army is a little worse than the Normans. Or it is time to reform..." These are the messengers - not only Austrians, but also the messengers of Henry from Bavaria, Lucivid from Hessen, and even the messengers of Albrecht from Brandenburg. What made Egil feel most uncomfortable was that the descendants of Frederick, who was blessed by the Holy See, claimed to be the Duke of Swabian, also sent envoys.

Egil felt unhappy, so he kept looking at Henry's messenger unconsciously. The pressure this guy was under was more than ten times greater than that of the others. He didn't move, didn't say a word, and didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Of course, it would be impossible not to speak without saying anything. Seeing the envoys of the Holy Roman Empire, the envoys and bishop of the Pope over there snorted, thinking in his heart, "a bunch of waste." He took a step forward and was about to answer.

"Bissary." Egil looked down at the Roman envoy under his throne, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "Cardinal Hilde is so good lately? Why didn't he come here?"

"The Cardinal has other important responsibilities, and I think my identity is enough!" The bishop said in a muffled voice. He had been standing for a long time in this moment. This time Egil met the delegation in the main hall of the palace. Originally, in addition to the imperial throne of Egil facing north and south in the center, a large number of well-made seats were also placed on both sides for civil and military officials to use.

However, Egil was in a bad mood today and had a bad impression of the mission. So he took all the seats away before meeting. At this moment, several envoys stood for a long time. The group of knight lords of the Holy Roman Empire were fine. After all, they all came out of the battlefield, and it was no big deal to stand for a while. The bishop of the Roman Catholic who had been pampering was not good. At this moment, when he heard Egil ask, the bishop clearly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"I am the messenger of the Holy See, the supreme ruler of the entire Europa, the Pope of Rome, the envoy of the Holy See of Innocent! The secular emperor, you are too rude! Sitting in front of me without any expression, is this the attitude that a believer should have?!"

"Yes, is that?" Egil snorted, shook his neck, then stood up, still looking at the bishop condescendingly, and then asked, "Okay, now we are equal. What do you think?"

"You--" The bishop's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word. Finally, he was pulled by the deputy envoy on the other side, a nobleman from a noble family from the Pope, and then he snorted lightly and said nothing.

"Well, your majesty, please settle down and let us talk about the matter." On the other side, the messenger of Henry, the Duke of Bavaria, stepped forward and said: "Here, I want to ask you a question: Who is your enemy? Is it the dead Frederick, or the entire Holy Roman Empire?"

"Oh..." Egil snorted in his heart, thinking: Finally, someone who understands finally came. He stopped making gestures, and then turned around and sat back: "Of course it's Frederick. Only Frederick, I have already made it clear before. If it weren't for this, then I wouldn't allow you to stand in front of me."

"So, can we live in peace between the two empires?" the envoy asked.

"Nature." Egil nodded: "As long as my requirements are met, our two countries will naturally coexist peacefully."

"But, please be honest. Your Majesty's request is really..." At that time, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's too harsh. The Holy Roman Empire may be able to agree to your Majesty to let you control the so-called territory of North Saxony. But Hesse, Brandenburg, and North Germany... are the confidants of the Holy Roman Empire. It is absolutely impossible to cede it. The Dukes of Hesse and Brandenburg must agree."

"Yes, yes, even though Your Majesty is wise and powerful, he is not the Holy Roman Emperor after all. It is a bit too much to obtain imperial territory." The envoy of Lucivid next to him nodded quickly.

Egil chuckled, pointed his hand at the Bavarian envoy, and then asked, "I want to know your name."
Chapter completed!