Richelieu, the imperial capital with a history of more than 400 years, has always been the largest city in the Aslofik Empire and the most beautiful city.

The vast Anales River passes through the city. This river, which is likened to the "Blue Pearl Necklace of the Empire" and dozens of rivers, decorate Richelieu with unique charm. Richelieu is a water city, and the entire city is divided into hundreds of islands, magnificent palaces, thousands of sculptures, countless bridges, and unique bridges constitute Richelieu's unique charm.

A minstrel once said, "It is better to see the city with your own eyes than to read the poems describing Richelieu seven times."

Roger had spent seven days visiting Richelieu, but he could only take a quick look at the most famous scenery. The remote alleys that recorded the true historical customs of Richelieu were not yet able to study it.

On the eighth day, Feuerbach the Great returned triumphantly.

This time, the Emperor's return to the capital was extremely grand. However, those who know the inside know that the Emperor's achievements in expedition to the Dark Forest can be described as terrible. The 200,000 troops that went on expedition finally returned to the capital by only 110,000. At such a heavy price, the Empire failed to establish a permanent stronghold in the Dark Forest.

This was the defeat of Emperor Feuerbach, and it was the defeat of the City of Yunxiao. In sharp contrast, the Silver Holy Church and the "Sea God" Legion, which had been unknown for several years, made a splash and conquered the Holy Alliance with almost no blood. The glorious achievements of Pompey, Alexander and Frederick, when they were called the Imperial War Gods, were once again reminded of and talked about.

In contrast, Roger and Krey of Leighton betrayed the Holy Alliance were despised by the Aslofiks, who advocated martial arts. No one was interested in asking more about the two empire upstarts. Those who really knew the inside story would never mention the truth of the war. Except for a very few people in the entire empire, no one knew the key role Roger played in the empire's conquering the Holy Alliance.

The fat man’s reputation is really not very good. Even inside the Silver Holy Sect, many rumors about Roger have been circulated. Most of them are about the fat man’s demon and martial arts, two female guards who are beyond imagination. When talking about these rumors, most of the men are envious and jealous, while the women are hated and jealous. The other rumors are about Roger’s clown-like performance in Montreal.

For seven days, Roger also heard some rumors. He naturally knew that the source of these rumors must have come from the mouths of the four ice and snow magicians. But the fat man didn't care. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Anyway, in this crisis, it was better to be despised by Richelieu, the imperial capital that was not familiar with, was more despised than to be valued. As for Froya and Fengdie, they now cover up their peerless faces in any occasion. No matter which dynasty, they are often a way to cause trouble. Even though Roger has already dominated the power, his foundation is too shallow, so he would rather be careful in everything.

On the ninth night, Emperor Feuerbach secretly summoned Roger alone. This surprised Roger. The emperor was a little surprised. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster for him.

The summoned place was in the small restaurant of the Great. In the imperial palace, this can indeed be said to be a "small" restaurant, but the area of ​​500 square meters is still larger than the banquet halls of many wealthy families. The six-meter-high vault looks deep and profound under the reflection of the huge magic lamp. The ten-meter-long dining table is like an isolated island in a huge lake in this "small" restaurant.

Emperor Feuerbach's greatest hobby was conquest, so the ones used to decorate the restaurant were all armored swords or specimens of powerful monsters.

The Emperor was fond of roasted flavor, and the main dish tonight was a calf that had been roasted all day long. Apart from the spirits that had been hidden for nearly a hundred years and the precious caviar, there was no special dish. This was in stark contrast to the luxurious life of the southern royal family.

The emperor was tall and taller than Roger. His hair was a little gray and his body began to gain weight. Although his thick beard was majestic, it always made people feel that he was far from the Iron Blood Emperor who had been fighting for thirty years and was famous all over the continent. The gift given to Emperor Feuerbach for many years was a half-lame right leg.

After the emperor called Rog to his seat, he waved his waiter away, leaving only the weak and weak boss behind him serving. He cut off a large piece of roast beef with a knife, swallowed it in a few bites, and then drank the strong wine in the glass, and after a long time he let out a satisfied breath.

"The warriors in the North should eat barbecue and drink strong wine, so that they can be fucking satisfying! Do you think so?"

Emperor Feuerbach came up and spoke rudely, immediately scared Roger, and a piece of beef stuck in his throat. The fat man was anxious and drank the strong wine in his glass and finally rushed the beef. However, the strong wine that had been hidden for a hundred years was too strong, and the fat man's face turned red and purple in the blink of an eye. Roger's mind was buzzing, and he had to secretly gather his energy, and then he slowly returned to Qingming.

However, when he was improving his mental power, it seemed that he had a faint resonance from the boss. The fat man felt agitated, but just when he was dizzy, the feeling of this thread was too weak. He was really not sure if he was too suspicious.

Seeing Roger's embarrassment, Emperor Feuerbach laughed and said, "Our Northern Warriors compete for wine. It doesn't matter whether they can drink it or not. It's important whether they dare to drink it! OK, you are good boy!"

The fat man didn't know how to answer, so he had to just say it.

"Boy, you did a good job in Montreal this time, and you didn't leave any stakes. Even the administrator was killed by you. You are cruel and ruthless, and you are just right. Well, not bad! Not bad!"

The fat man didn't know how to answer, so he was still timid.

"You are very similar to me when I was young. They are both bold and bold, dare to do things. If you see it, you will do something cruel! I heard that you have been incompatible with Yunxiao City for a long time. This time you killed a lot of them in Montreal. It seems that you are completely on my eldest son's side?"

Roger suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He formed gangs in the court, rejected the stranger, and framed the loyal and kindness in the eyes of the emperor, but if he intervened in the family affairs of the emperor and tried to influence the inheritance of the throne, it was never the most taboo in any dynasty. Pompei had countless military achievements and a deep foundation. Rockefeller had a transcendent status as a great magician. Emperor Feuerbach might have concerns about them, but he would never have any concerns about newly surrendered figures like Fatty.

Seeing Roger sweating coldly, the emperor laughed and said, "Over the years, Pompei and Yunxiao City have become more and more powerful. If you want to do a better job in the empire, if you don't stand on the side of the holy religion, you have to stand on the side of Druid. You have many capable people and troops. If you don't stand on both sides, they will get you down first. Boy, you don't have to be afraid. Our warriors in the northern country are not as shameless as those in the southerners! In the empire, the first is loyalty, and the second is to have real skills. You are good at abilities, and it is not easy for others to defeat you. As long as you are always loyal to the empire, you will be bound to be the same thing you deserve! But if you have any other thoughts..."

The eyes of Emperor Feuerbach flashed, and his bone-cold gaze almost instantly frozen Rogge.

The emperor stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth and said a little vaguely: "Boy, the Holy Church and the Druids are fighting more and more fiercely. Do you know why I let it go?"

Roger immediately asked according to the emperor's wishes.

"The most powerful creature on the empire's prairie is the Fenriel Demon Wolf. Every time the female wolf gives birth to more than a dozen little wolves. A few days later, the little wolf can open his eyes and start fighting each other. In the end, only two or three most powerful little wolves can survive. Each growing demon wolf is the most powerful among brothers and sisters. Because of this, the Fenriel Demon Wolf has always been the most powerful monster on the prairie. In fact, since the founding of the Empire, internal struggle has never stopped, but the empire is becoming stronger day by day, and its territory is getting wider and wider! The cowards in the south can only kill meritorious officials and capable officials. How can we be the northern warriors who have the entire prairie in our hearts? Humph, when one day the empire opens a channel to the south or seizes the sea outlet, we will definitely let those southerners who only know how to be greedy for pleasure know the power of the northern warriors!"

Roger felt that he was despised by this magnanimous emperor for the first time. If he had not had the confidence to control everything, how could he dare let his subordinates fight? Inside and outside, the Aslofik Empire had never stopped fighting for hundreds of years. In the cruel competition that concerns life and death, there was no room for mediocre people to survive. In fact, any person with a very little ability in the empire might become the primary target of hostile factions. For example, hundreds of Druids died in Montreal were victims of this kind of internal struggle.

It can be seen from this that there are no incompetent people among the dozens of emperors of the empire for hundreds of years. This is almost unimaginable in the southern dynasties.

"Boy! Now you understand the rules of the empire? There is no problem if you want to support my eldest son. As long as he can overwhelm other brothers, my throne is his."

At this time, the boss whispered something in the Emperor's ear. The Emperor suddenly said, "Ah, I almost forgot what I do tonight. You kid are very good, I like it very much. The title of this prince is your reward. Come on, let me see how lucky you kid is and who can get my daughter. By the way, Bar, how many daughters do I have?"

The boss thought about it and said slowly: "Your Majesty is extremely brave. You have 46 princesses in total, twenty-two unmarried, and eleven of them are over fourteen years old."

Feuerbach waved impatiently and said, "Bar, you are just ten years older than me. Why have you become more and more verbose in the past few years? Go and bring the things!"

The boss slowly withdrew from the small restaurant. Roger couldn't help but feel curious, not knowing what this "thing" has to do with the Emperor's marriage to his daughter. Since the Emperor spoke, the prince could no longer run away. This was much easier than expected. But the fat man knew that Yunxiao City would never let him go easily. The smoother it was now, the more druid would be the more he would be after the counterattack in the future.

After a while, the boss took a golden box and walked in.

Emperor Feuerbach took the gold box and shook it hard for a few times, with a crisp sound inside. This sound sounded somewhat similar to the dominoes that Roger often used when gambling.

In Rogue's stunned, Emperor Feuerbach took out a jade tablet from the golden box, glanced at it, and asked the boss: "Malika Barr, how is this child like? I can't remember at all."

The boss said slowly: "Your Majesty wait, the old minister will go and have a look."

The emperor turned to Roger and smiled, "Boy, my daughter can only bring you a title of prince. Apart from that, don't expect to get any benefits from her. On the contrary, you will have a lot of trouble."

Feuerbach slapped Roger on the shoulder heavily and said, "Marrying a princess may not necessarily become a prince. Otherwise, the empire has been passed down for hundreds of years, and now there will be thousands of princes. But the title of prince follows the blood of the imperial family. Before Richelieu, Pompey must have told you about the importance of the prince. You must be cautious, don't let someone kill you, and take away your position as a prince."

Roger's mind was in chaos and he just nodded.

At this time, the boss had already returned. He took a large portrait in his hand and handed it to Feuerbach, saying: "Princess Malika was born to Princess Fesley. Her maternal lineage comes from the Boguna family and is a small tribe in the northeast of the empire. The princess is seventeen years old and currently lives in the Maple Leaf Palace."

Feuerbach glanced at the portrait and laughed: "You guy is not lucky! But this kid looks a little bit tough, you can do it yourself!"

Rogge took the portrait thrown by the emperor and just took a look at it casually. Anyway, the princess' meaning to him is just a title of a prince. No matter how beautiful she is, she cannot compare to the ones around him.

The portrait shows a tall beauty with thick long black hair draped over her shoulders, smiling wildly and fiercely. The long skirt on her body was very tempting, revealing her large breasts, waist and thighs. Roger is rough and probably thought that she might be about the same height as Androni, that is, she should be half a head taller than him. This princess has a good figure, but she looks like a character that is not easy to tame.

The fat man was secretly alert. After he decided to go back, he immediately understood all the laws and customs of the empire related to princes. From the portrait, Malika was a beautiful woman with distinctive personality and outstanding appearance. But Rogue believed that he would not have good luck in Richelieu, and there would not be any gods to favor him. The Supreme God did not throw a light of judgment to him. The only possible reason was that the fat man was not yet in a state of being able to enter the eyes of the gods in heaven.

When he came out of the Imperial Palace, the boss asked Roger to go to Maple Leaf Palace tomorrow, and he would arrange for Marika and Roger to meet. Finally, before leaving, the boss suddenly said meaningfully: "Your Majesty admires you very much, you must take care of yourself."

On the way back, Roger repeatedly thought about the meaning of the boss's last sentence, but he couldn't figure it out. In fact, throughout the night, Roger said no more than fifty words, and the Emperor was talking none the same. It was the first time Roger was getting appreciated because of his silence.

Maple Leaf Palace is located on a small island southwest of the imperial capital. This palace is not big, with more than ten emperors' concubines and several princesses living in it. There are dozens of palaces used in Richelieu. The palaces of imperial princes are much better. Those with powerful powers like the Thirteenth Prince or those with prominent matriarchal families all have their own separate palaces.

When they walked all the way to Maple Leaf Palace, both the guards and the concubines and princesses living here were very respectful to Roger and his group. Of course, this respect was not for the fat man, but for the boss. The emperor fought all year round, and the concubines living in this remote and deep palace wanted to serve the emperor for one night before they were old. If they were lucky enough to give birth to a son, they would immediately rise to the top. If they gave birth to a princess, they could also expect their daughter to marry a high-powered person in the future. Although the emperor had nearly a hundred children, there were hundreds of concubines in the deep palace, and most of them were still children without children. Therefore, the meaning of the boss to them was like the supreme gods over its people.

Roger knew that his reputation in the imperial capital was not very good. What surprised him was that there were still several young girls who frequently signaled to him.

A very clever waiter in the imperial palace followed Rog and whispered to introduce to him the characters he met on the road. These girls were all princesses who had not yet been married. According to the imperial law, only marquis or above were qualified to marry the imperial princess. However, in the Aslofik Empire, which favors boys over girls and is more martial, except for the noble families, only those who have made enough military merits are qualified to become marquis. For these people, marrying a princess is not good, and there are many troubles. It is not as solid and practical as a political marriage between several big families.

Even aristocrats with the same titles often have different power and wealth. There are few people in the entire empire like Rogge who owns a country and holds heavy troops. Although the people of the northern country are simple, in the eyes of most people, their personal interests will overwhelm the reputation and likes and dislikes. For these princesses who are unsatisfied and whose mothers and their family are not powerful, being able to marry Rogge is undoubtedly a step to reach the top.

In a moment, Roger and his group arrived in front of a quiet courtyard. The courtyard was not big and although it was elegantly decorated, it was not luxurious.

The waiter whispered: "Princess Malika is very beautiful. She likes poetry, art and freedom very much. As you can see, her mother's family is not prominent, but is just a small tribe in the Far East of the Empire. The princess has frequent contacts with the artists of Richelieu and is a frequent visitor to the art salon..."

At this time, the gate of the courtyard opened, a tall and handsome man with elegant manners walked out, and a woman full of wild beauty sent him out. The man turned around and smiled, "I spent a pleasant afternoon with the beautiful Princess Malika. At the salon next week, I have new poems to publish. I hope you can be there at that time."

Marika smiled and said, "I will definitely go."

The obedient waiter whispered: "This is Baron Lero. He has been the most famous poet and composer in the imperial capital in the past year. The one next to him is Princess Malika."

At this time, Lei Luo also saw Roger and his group. His eyes swept across everyone, snorted slightly, and left.

Roger looked at Lei Luo's back with his hands behind his back, frowned slightly. The waiter observed his expression and fanned the flames and said, "These art-showing people are always so arrogant! There is not even a count in Lei Luo's family..."

When Malika saw the boss, she greeted her and bowed, saying, "Sir Bar, why are you here?"

The boss said in a slow voice that has not changed for thousands of years: "According to Your Majesty's order, today is the day when Lord Rogge and His Highness meet."

Marika's thick eyebrows frowned and said, "But I didn't get a notice! Why should I meet that Lord Rog?"

At this time, a sudden scream came from the yard, "Isn't this Lord Bar? Oh my God!"

A middle-aged lady jogged all the way. Her eyebrows were picturesque, vaguely similar to Marika, but she was much gentler and charming. Although she was old, her charm was still charming, and she must be even more charming when she was young. She pulled Marika behind her and smiled at the boss manager: "Mr. Bar, Marika is rude, you must not remember it in your heart! Why did you come suddenly? Does Your Majesty want to summon me?"

"Princess Fesley, His Majesty has appointed a marriage for Princess Malika."

"But..." Marika couldn't help but scream, "I have to ask what I mean?"

The boss didn't pay attention to her.

Fesley immediately turned around and shouted, "Malika, shut up! Do you dare to disobey the will of the Great Emperor?" She then lowered her voice and asked nervously, "Master Bar, can you reveal what the Great Emperor designated for Marika?"

The boss pointed at Roger with his withered hand and said, "It's this Grand Duke of Roger."

Fesley's eyes lit up and she said, "Great Duke?"

"This is a temporary title. After marrying Princess Malika, Lord Rogge will be officially appointed as the prince."

Fesley shook her breathing almost paused. She looked at Roger with a gentle look as if she had seen a unforgettable lover. "Prince! Oh my God, praise the Emperor! So, he must have a vast territory and his own army. Which province is it?"

"The Principality of Are."

Fesley fainted.

After a moment, Roger and Marika sat opposite each other. Although the atmosphere in the room was very awkward, the smile on Roger's face remained unchanged. Marika stared at Roger's dark blue eyes, and finally couldn't help but speak first: "Do you really want to be my husband?"

"This is what the Emperor means."

"But without love between us, it is impossible to produce love. God, you are not even as tall as me!"

Roger said: "The value of man lies in wisdom."

"If you are a noble person, you should reject the Emperor! But I know you men will not do this. Prince! This is your purpose in marrying me!?"

"If the jade token in His Majesty's hand is engraved with another name, I will still be the prince."

"So you want to marry only the title of princess. You can go to other princesses! They will be happy to marry a prince."

Roger smiled and said, "So who will bear the consequences of violating the Emperor's will? Are you?"

Marika suffocated. She stared at Roger viciously for a while before saying, "My mother will be fascinated by your wealth, territory and power, but I won't! If it weren't for betrayal, would you get everything you have today? The one who sat in front of me proudly now is actually a traitor, isn't it?"

Roger was unmoved at all and said lightly: "Although politics is a game, its complexity is beyond history books, nor can it be recorded in poetry."
To be continued...