After the plane landed, Yang Hui set foot on the land of the Imperial Capital again. Looking at the queue in front of him to greet him, the corner of Yang Hui's mouth curled up.
"The old man sent you to pick me up. He really thinks highly of me, Bismarck."
That's right, the person who led the team to greet Yang Hui was Bismarck Waldstein, the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table, a die-hard loyalist of Charles DI Bunitalia and the strongest warrior under his command.
Hearing Yang Hui's tone and address, Bismarck's face darkened, and he scolded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Fourth Highness, you should maintain due etiquette and respect for Your Majesty."
In fact, he had long been accustomed to the attitude between Yang Hui and Charles DI Bunitalia. Even Charles DI Bunitalia didn't care, and there was nothing he could do about it.
It's just...it's still in public now. As a prince, shouldn't you pay attention?
"Okay, okay, I understand." Yang Hui waved his hand casually, making Bismarck's face darker.
However, he did not pursue the matter further, but quickly welcomed Yang Hui into the car, lest he embarrass the royal family in front of his servants.
It was an elongated car, and the only connection between the driver's seat and the space behind it was a small window. Bismarck closed the small window after getting in the car, and its significance is self-evident.
"What orders does the old man have?" Yang Hui asked straight to the point.
"Alas, Your Royal Highness..." Yang Hui's attitude towards Charles DI Bunitalia really made Bismarck feel tired. As His Majesty the Emperor's most loyal knight, he would not allow anyone to touch His Majesty the Emperor's majesty, but in front of him
This man left him helpless, especially after he made such a splash on the African battlefield.
"Don't always worry about these little things. Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"
"...Well, Your Highness, Fourth Highness, many people are eyeing you before you return home. Please be vigilant."
"I'm not asking what you want to say, but what he asked you to tell me." Although Bismarck's concern came from his original intention, in the final analysis, it was just because Yang Hui's excellence could bring benefits to the empire, and it was not sincere.
Concerned about Yang Hui's safety, Yang Hui has no feelings about it.
"...Your Majesty asked me to tell you that I did a good job."
"……I see."
There was no emotion in Yang Hui's expression, which surprised Bismarck. Charles DI Bunitalia was the epitome of seriousness, the benchmark of the empire, and the embodiment of majesty.
Even in private, Bismarck, who served Charles DI Bunitaria, had never heard him praise anyone, not even Schneizel, who was appointed prime minister and handled state affairs in an orderly manner, or became the most powerful person in history.
Neither the young female general nor Cornelia, who has made great achievements.
Only Yang Hui received the unique honor, shouldn't he be very excited? Why is it so unremarkable?
"Your Highness Yang Hui..."
"Is there any more?" Yang Hui interrupted Bismarck and asked. He didn't want to hear that someone's fanatical fan was interested in his loyalties.
"...Oh, that's all."
"How much time do I have?"
"……ten minutes."
"That's enough, Reggieta."
"It's already been arranged."
After that, the people in the car remained silent until the car drove into the palace and got off the bus. Yang Hui said to Bismarck: "I'm going to clean up."
"Yes, your highness."
This is also something that Regeni Rejetta has prepared in advance. Although Yang Hui has no respect for Charles DI Bunitalia in his heart and does not regard him as his father in this life, he is not with him yet.
When you have a falling out, you still have to do the superficial work.
Ten minutes later, after taking a simple shower and changing into clean clothes, Yang Hui followed Bismarck into the hall of the palace.
It is very gorgeous, but there are not many lights. Even in the daytime, it looks dim and depressing. Only the throne high above is shrouded by the gathered light, the only one high above, the only incarnation of light, and the only beacon.
"You're back."
"Yes, Father."
"well done."
"Thank you, Father, for the compliment."
"What reward do you want?"
The concise and concise dialogue is not like welcoming a father who has returned alive from the battlefield to greet his son, nor is it like a son who has survived a life and death meeting his father again. There is no family affection at all. It is just a charity from a superior to a subordinate, or even the master of the program.
Program control of subroutines.
"Two people, subordinates of Brother Schneizel."
"name."
"Royd Asplind, Cecil Cormy."
"Any more?"
"A privilege to form my own special force, a force that belongs only to me."
"Presumptuous! Your Highness, how could you..."
As soon as the second request came out, Bismarck couldn't help it. Everything in the empire belonged to His Majesty the Emperor. No matter how many nobles and politicians Schneizel secretly attracted, no matter how high Cornelia's prestige was in the military,
Or how many lords and local emperors there are overseas. As long as the emperor wants to, they can take them back at any time, because although these are given to them, in the final analysis, they all belong to the empire and belong to the emperor.
But Yang Hui's request was to divide the power in the hands of Charles DI Bunitaria. The privilege he wanted was something that even the emperor could not interfere with, and it belonged entirely to Yang Hui.
"Quiet, Bismarck."
"But Your Majesty..."
"It doesn't matter." Charles DI Bunitaria waved his hand to ask Bismarck to step back, and then looked down at Yang Hui with a heavy gaze. It was obvious that Yang Hui would not let Yang Hui leave easily if he did not give him a satisfactory answer.
"reason."
"The empire needs the sharpest knife to kill all enemies who stand in front of the empire."
"...I allowed it."
"Yes, your Majesty."
After getting what he wanted, Yang Hui did not intend to kneel down to others any more, so he stood up and left the hall.
"Your Majesty, if you need a sword, the Knights of the Round Table are the sword in your Majesty's hand. His Royal Highness..." After Yang Hui left, Bismarck also wanted to persuade Charles DI Bunitalia.
"It doesn't matter." The same reply, but this time with more reasons, "Let him make a fuss. No matter how big the fuss is, it doesn't matter."
Unparalleled self-confidence, this is the emperor of the Holy Bunitalia Empire, the emperor sitting on the throne.
"...Yes, your Majesty."
"Go and inform Schneizel and send him the two people he wants."
"Yes, your Majesty."
Bismarck saluted and left, faithfully carrying out all orders of Charles DI Bunitalia.
Charles DI Bunitaria was left alone in the dark and depressing hall, under the strong light, his majestic face expressionless.
"Let's make a fuss, feel free to make a fuss, anyway, everything will be in vain and false in the end, right? Mariana..."
…
Regeni Regeta had been standing guard at the door of the hall. After Yang Hui came out, he left directly behind him without saying a word. He did not return to his dormitory, but went to the mansion outside the palace.
"Are they all here?"
"They are all here, except Mr. Yang Hui. Most of them are just children. I don't think they can become our strength now." Regeni Rejeta was actually very confused. Most of the people Yang Hui was looking for were eight.
Nine-year-old children are too young, even if their future achievements are not small. That will be a few years later, and now...it has no meaning at all.
"Just because you are small, you have a good opportunity to take control, right?"
"...I see, I have learned a lesson, Mr. Yang Hui."
"Remember, Reggieta, what we are looking for is not a chess piece, a collaborator, or a subordinate, but a companion, a companion who can walk side by side."
"Yes, Mr. Yang Hui."
Yang Hui's residence outside the palace was not far away and arrived in a few minutes. Everyone who had been "invited" in advance learned that Yang Hui had returned from the African battlefield and gathered in the living room.
"Hey, you're back, little~His Royal Highness."
As soon as she entered the door, she heard a charming and seductive voice. The blond and brown-skinned Lakshatta was sitting elegantly on the sofa in an open white coat, spinning a smoking pipe in her hand.
"Lakshata? I'm young, do you want to try it?" Yang Hui replied jokingly.
"Oh?" Lakshatta raised her eyebrows, slightly provocatively, "Really? It seems that His Highness the Fourth Highness is very manly."
Yang Hui walked slowly in front of Lakshatta, leaned down so that he was face to face with her, blew a gentle breath of hot air into her ear, and said, "I told you, do you want to try it?"
"you……"
"Hahaha……"
Yang Hui stood up and saw the panicked Lakshata laughing loudly. Yang Hui had several wives. He could tell at a glance that Lakshata was still a girl and only knew how to get high. If she really met someone, she wouldn't be able to do it.
How far to hide?
"As expected of His Highness Yang Hui, he was able to cure Dr. Lakshata." Gino stood up and said, bowing to Yang Hui and saluting, "My longest greetings, Your Highness Yang Hui."
"Well, long time no see, Gino. It seems like you've been doing well these days."
"Thanks to His Highness, yes."
"His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince." Others also stood up and saluted Yang Hui. Just now Lakshatta took the initiative and confronted Yang Hui, causing them to lose the opportunity. Now that the confrontation ended with Lakshatta's complete defeat, they naturally will not forget the etiquette.
"You don't need to be so restrained. Everyone, you are all my invited guests, but I believe you are also confused as to why I gathered you together, right?"
Everyone present looked at each other, and then nodded. This was the answer they most urgently wanted. There were children, students from the Military Academy, active knights, and doctors from the Academy of Sciences. When such a group of people gathered together, what did Yang Hui want to do?
What?
"You must have heard that I got some merit in the African battlefield..."
Hearing this, Lakshata, Jeremiah, Veretta, and Joan Luo twitched their mouths. The children didn't know the significance of Yang Hui's achievements in Africa, but they knew it very well.
"...So the main purpose of returning home this time is to receive rewards, and I just came back from the palace, and the reward I received...gained me the privilege of forming my own special force."
