My spring heart did not last long, for an iron-clad guard attendant walked into the hall with a scepter and tapped the ground a few times, asking everyone to be silent and that His Majesty the German Emperor was coming.

The orchestra played an impassioned march, which is said to have been specially composed for him by Emperor Otto's Italian musicians, in place of what he considered to be the old Frankish war songs, and sounded a little more sensitive, at least no longer a long hoarse roar.

The nobles began to rank in order, the ladies stood behind the men of their respective families, His Majesty the Pope was surrounded by several great nobles in the middle, staring at the door with serious expressions, and I hid in the corners of the crowd with a sense of humor, so that I could spy on everyone's expressions without being noticed.

"His Majesty Augustus has arrived!"

One of the attendants shouted a loud call, and another attendant held a scepter decorated with a double-headed eagle on the top to open the way in front, and His Majesty, the youngest emperor of the German Empire, finally came out with a thousand calls, and walked into the hall surrounded by his close ministers, and all the nobles bent down to salute, and the scene was very spectacular for a while.

"May God bless Germany!"

Everyone shouted in unison, a bit like shouting at the 10,000-person stadium to cheer for the Chinese team, and the atmosphere was very infectious.

"May God bless Germany!"

His Majesty the Emperor nodded and said, and then walked to his throne in the center of the hall, and everyone began to look for their respective places to sit down, I still did not give up looking for the beautiful woman who had just appeared, and accidentally found a few good cabbages, but unfortunately there were one or several stupid pigs with big waists and round waists around them, eager to arch them, I pouted, indicating helplessness.

Emperor Otto was only nineteen years old this year, but he had been fighting for five years.

Whether it is the empire's civil wars or foreign conquests, all are invincible.

In the end, he won the allegiance of the entire empire and led Germany to glory.

Emperor Otto was a powerful young man, slender and sturdy, with short blond hair and natural curls, looking vigorous and radiant, in fact, His Majesty the Emperor was also very experienced, leading his army to fight all year round, suppressing all disobedience and resistance, grasping the entire empire more closely, and then twisting it into an iron fist to attack the Quartet.

"Loyal soldiers of Germany, we are gathered today to celebrate the gift to God and the best expression of our piety, the renovation of the Berlin Cathedral. In addition, our Pope Neon, who has also completed the glorious mission of searching for the Holy Bone in Ireland, has returned to Berlin, which is God's favor for the great Germany, let us raise our glasses and praise Almighty God, Hallelujah! ”

"Hallelujah!"

Everyone raised the wine glasses in front of them, and the attendants had already filled them with fine wines from estates in southern Germany, chanting in unison.

"Fools!"

I vaguely toasted and didn't listen to the emperor at all.

In fact, because of my humble status and sitting far away from the emperor, I have long been unable to hear any sound when his words come here, who is willing to listen to things that are nothing more than sacredness and praise?

Because I have been staring at the roast pig with cherries in the middle of the table for a long time, I feel that it has been flattering me, waiting for me to conquer its golden brown and spiced flesh, at this time His Majesty the Emperor is like a leader who talks about calves at a dinner party in the unit, knowing that the reason why everyone comes to cheer is not his personal charm at all, and he still has to start a meal, and reminisce about the past with enthusiasm, so as not to make everyone lose their appetite and vow not to give up.

It seems that several leaders who are sitting at the top of the list, each of them made speeches affirming that the conference was a victorious conference and an inspiring conference.

The whole banquet was developing in the direction of a smelly and long seminar, and I was afraid of neglecting the little beauty in front of me, so I kept staring intently at its sexy fat buttocks, wondering where to start for a while.

I glanced at a few people around me with my peripheral vision, everyone seemed to be eyeing Piggy, and I was even more sure that the battle would be very difficult for a while, not only to start quickly but also to pay attention to the card position to block people, the situation was very serious.

"Long live Germany!"

I don't know how many times I toasted, the banquet finally began, the nobles from all over the world started the war on the table, and a suckling pig was instantly left with only the pig's head that kept its joy, staring at me with a shy smile.

Peaty! How coordinated you are with each other, I was so stunned that I could only play with Piggy and make eye contact, but I couldn't ravage its flesh.

I sat there depressed and nibbled on apples, looking fierce German knights, also aggressive at the dinner table, the dagger at my waist was waving a tiger and a tiger, and the long sword may not be so slippery!

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Pope Ni stood up with his glass in his hand and looked around at the table where the battle was raging.

The scene fell silent, and one by one the polite pope with the scraps of his mouth and his hands full of oil, and his mouth was still laboriously chewing on dried salted fish from the Baltic Sea.

"It is my great pleasure to introduce you to a brave knight who, on my way back from Ireland, helped me to escape from the French, and to stand in peace before you."

The Pope raised his glass and signaled to me from afar, and countless pairs of eyes in the audience shot at me, the powerful power is like you hiding in the bed bed and silently masturbating, and suddenly someone lifted the quilt and took a sneak peek with a flash, and people are not ready! I hate it!

I had no choice but to stand up and salute the crowd, with the best smile I could ever put on my face, perhaps more ugly than crying: "His Majesty's praise is ashamed, thanks to His Majesty's blessings, this is God's will!" ”

No matter what the occasion, as long as there is nothing to say, he praises God vigorously, basically every time he can get by, and Uncle God can be shot while lying down.

"It is the pride of Germany to have such a brave knight, and I want to thank him for his noble deeds on behalf of the whole of Christendom."

His Majesty Otto, who was sitting on the side, spoke, the reason why the Pope talked so much just now was to coax this master to open his mouth, as long as he spoke, my good things would come.