After threatening the French girl, I opened the door and let the smell of "pee" and "slut" out of the car.

The smell of "urine" and "slut" in the carriage is very strong. Although I am a pervert, I don't have any special hobbies for women's "urine" or "liquid". It's just that it's not me who lets Constance pee here.

miscalculation.

Constance is also a lunatic. She went crazy thinking that she wanted to be the Princess of Rome. She actually came here when France was at war with the Netherlands. God knows what else she could do in the future. Anyway, I don’t want to enjoy being fucked by her in France again.

The "surprise" of "forced" marriage. Now I let Constance know her

Now that I am such a pervert, any sane woman will consider the consequences of becoming my wife. The name is only temporary glory, but if the person next to you is a psychopath, and a very dangerous psychopath with murderous tendencies,

Marrying someone like me would be a bit outweighing the benefits.

After successfully completing the battle plan, I endured the smell of "urine" and "smell", and allowed the coachman to drive the carriage to the house of the Dutch businessman who had made an appointment to have a meeting with me.

I got out of the carriage first and walked into the courtyard as if I had finished everything that happened in the carriage.

Inside, Constance, whose lower body was soaked, hurriedly took out the perfume bottle and sprayed it all over her body, trying to cover up the smell of urine and urine on her body and in the car. After a while,

, she had to hold on to get out of the carriage. At this time, I found that the French girl's walking posture was very awkward. It was probably because the feeling of her lower body being wet made her very uncomfortable.

"We have arrived at our destination, who do you want to take me to see?"

"snort!"

The French girl was angry, so I didn't quite know who the person I wanted to see was. The steward of the Dutch merchant arranged for several of my guards to rest, and only Leon followed him. When he passed by the courtyard, he found that there was no one inside.[

This is a bit abnormal.

Among the businessmen I had met in the Netherlands, there was no banquet where there were not many groups of servants serving tea and water, but this time the meeting was set at dinner time, no one was responsible for such a project.

Standing beside the brightly lit attic door was a masked man.

I smiled at Constance and said, "Is this a masked party tonight? How come both of them have their faces covered?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the big man came up and said, "Guest, I'm sorry. Only you can go in here."

When I heard this, my first thought was to go home immediately.

"Because this is a masked party for a high-ranking person."

Hmm...really?

"What about my mask?"

"You will get your share inside." The masked man said and opened the wooden door, and sure enough, there was a carnival-like noise inside.

Even though I already saw that this so-called masked party was a cover-up, I still decided to go in.

"Leon, you stay here. I didn't come back at 1 o'clock, so I asked you to pick me up."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Of course, who asked me to attend was a masked dinner party."

Seeing that guy's face looking like he was eating shit but trying to hold it in, I walked in and there were several guys standing inside the door who also had their faces covered.[

If it weren't for Constance's behavior that made me unaware of their intention to kill me, and if I had the confidence to save the day, I would have left long ago, well. Who told me to confront Turenne?

For more than a month, this man was only slightly at a disadvantage in several encounters!

Follow Constance out of the underground stairs.

Sure enough, I didn't enter the place with constant carnival sounds. I entered a bright hall, where I saw a few people, a few thugs, a middle-aged handsome guy with a mustache. There was also a pot-bellied guy who was very attentive, and

A gorgeous woman.

The middle-aged mustache must have been thickened by an assistant or something, and the man with a pot belly like a dog who almost knelt down to "lick" is the Netherland saltpeter wholesaler I want to interview, well, that posture "

The identity of this graceful and beautiful woman interested me very much, especially after I saw Constance standing next to her.

"Are you the only girl from the masked dinner party who is joining the fun tonight?" I walked in, found a chair, and sat down directly opposite them. "It seems a bit too stingy."

"Asshole, what are your eyes!" Someone immediately reprimanded me for my rude words. It seems that this is really a disciplined organization.

"Why, isn't it? Everyone on the first floor has their faces covered. I thought I was going to attend the legendary "promiscuous" ["promiscuous"] masked party."

Frankly speaking, the woman sitting opposite is dressed really coquettishly and attractively. Compared to Wen Dier's pretty face, she is a standard mature lady. Her facial features

It's very gorgeous. Even if you only see the breasts, you can continue to figure out the figure. The places where it should be perky are perky, the places where it should be thin are thin.

Coupled with the black French tarpaulin dress she is wearing, the front part of which is wide open at the chest, you can only see the half of the white lace bra and the milky white bra.

Cleavage can easily make men's blood boil, but their posture and etiquette are very elegant and graceful. It's really a contradiction.

The gorgeous mature woman said "Huh" and turned her head slightly. She was slightly confused and said: "The Princess of Orleans didn't introduce me to you on the way?"

The French girl was busy thinking about life on the road. She had no time to talk to you, so I provoked a relationship between the two of them: "I talked to the Duchess of Orleans about a lot of pleasant things during our trip here, but she really didn't mention you.

, maybe it’s because you are too important.”

"Nikephorus, please be respectful, she is your elder." The middle-aged mustache scolded as he touched the delicate short beard at the corner of his mouth.

elder?

I looked at the gorgeous woman in confusion. The elder he mentioned was not an older elder, but an elder related by blood relatives.

"I don't remember having such an elder."

Just when I was about to sneer, the middle-aged man with a mustache sneered: "Of course, your nominal great-grandfather is just a country bumpkin who usurped the throne and stained the blood of Theofano, a famous family with thousands of years of history!"

My first reaction was not anger or shock, but solemnity. Something seemed wrong: "The royalist die-hards..."

"A die-hard? Nikephorus, here I would like to introduce you solemnly. Standing in front of you is Prince Moria, John of the Vaxivannis family! The seventeenth heir to the empire! And sitting there

Next to me is Marianne, my noble wife, Princess Moria!"

I've seen old pedants. I've never seen such a short-sighted person. But it's okay. I just played with the Duchess of Orleans. I don't mind playing with a prince and princess who only has a name. What are you trying to play with this time?

I smiled and said: "The title of Prince Moria was canceled fifty years ago. Your Excellency is still using such a title. Be careful, I will accuse you of cheating."

"you!…!"

"Your Highness Nikephorus, I can see that you are very loyal to Theofano."

The gorgeous woman smiled and spoke at this time, speaking softly and pleasantly. But this is nonsense. I have been marked with the Theofano family since I was born. As a member of that family, of course I

We have an obligation to abide by the most basic principles.

"But is it worth it? After giving so much loyalty, what do you get in return?"

I couldn't help but narrowed my eyes, and I sneered: "You want me to switch camps?"

"Yes."

The answer of that gorgeous woman made me startled. Such a straightforward answer was a bit unexpected. No wonder my great-grandfather swallowed up such a huge country back then. It turned out that these rebels had brain problems and were extremely stupid. Then

I'll let that woman crawl over like a bitch later. Will she do that?

I made up my mind to see how they showed off their lower limit, and I asked curiously: "Why!"

"Yes, why..." The corner of the woman named Marianne's mouth raised a smile that made me feel dangerous. "You are the third member of the greatest, oldest, and most favored empire in the world.

The heir to the throne is the youngest son of the incompetent "Caesar". According to this assumption and prospect, in the future, your identity will be the most honorable prince in the empire, and it is possible that you will be the most honorable prince in the empire.

You can become the new Caesar. With so much power, only one person can compare with you in the entire continent. Only the Sun King of France and the Emperor of Austria can compare with you. And we just have some titles that are not recognized by the current imperial regime.

If you want money, you can't compare with Caesar. If you want power, we can't give you more than that Caesar gave you. Your Highness Nikephorus, am I wrong?"

"Compared to the man next to you who only emphasizes lineage and identity and spends his days dreaming about lust, you live a more realistic life."

"Yes, reality, reality is always a very cruel word. Your Excellency Nikephorus, compared to the distant and beautiful future, you now, living in reality, do you feel that kind of honorable life? I

I don’t think so. Otherwise you wouldn’t have appeared in a war-torn place like the Netherlands with only a few guards.”

This bunch of scum, a bunch of selfish guys, no wonder they will be criticized later.

"I guess you must be thinking how we trash can understand the meaning of everything being for Rome. But, even if it is for Rome, don't you think this is abnormal? Logically speaking, the third in line in the empire

Even if the heir cannot have the same pomp and circumstance as Caesar, he should still be cheered and supported. Even if you are not as good as your brother, you should still be treated as a prince of the empire."

"On the way to the battle in Kiev, Russia, you were only accompanied by a friend who grew up with you, while your brother Alexander was among the hundreds of meritorious sons of the empire. Moreover, compared to your

On the Kiev side, which is just a small fight, your brother's journey can only be described as magnificent. An army of nearly 100,000 Romans, such a scale in

There are only a handful of them in the history of the empire. However, even the small Kiev side has given you a lot of shining points. But what was the first reaction of the emperor's Caesar? He transferred you away from Russia. But a person with outstanding talents

No matter where you go, you can always show your worth. You used only the power of one legion to regain the Kingdom of Prussia in Germany... It is very thrilling to think about it..."

Marianne's expression of admiration can only be said that she is an amateur. As me at the time, I actually knew that the main reason was that the Saxon King was too bad, and Karl XII was just a fluke. He won a few times against the Russians and then won the second prize.

Two hundred and five, of course the main reason is that the Thirty-third Starbat is too powerful, and it is also because of the high prestige of Philetria's father.

"Having said this, I have to say something. As a commander, you should have been confused about why the famous 33rd Spartan Legion only has less than a thousand cavalry... I have

Is that wrong?"

ps:

I have heard your voices. Likewise, I have been warned again by Dian Niang. The balance between satisfying you and satisfying Dian Niang is really difficult to find.
Chapter completed!