At breakfast, Frederick asked Filia, "Would I like to have a bodyguard with me?" Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Filia glanced at Elena, whose face was crimson, squinted and teased her: "Okay, the presidential guard is responsible for guarding the door, and the bodyguard is responsible for guarding the bed......" and then clapped her hands and smiled: "This kind of security work is so thorough that there are no dead ends." ”

Elena bit her spoon and glanced up at her, "Hmph, you go guard his bed." I'm going back to the imperial capital to prepare for the elf heavy industry, who has time to guard...... Guard his bed. ”

Before breakfast was finished, the barracks suddenly opened the door to welcome a group of cavalry back to the camp. Frederick squinted and rubbed his hands with a napkin: "The man who chased Isaac has returned." ”

Elena immediately gritted her teeth: "I want him to die an ugly death!" She heard that Isaac coveted her, and she wanted to skin and tear this fierce enemy apart.

Frederick wiped his hands, threw down his napkin, stood up and stared at Lancelot, who was running in the dust: "Killed?"

Lancelot turned from trotting to brisk, silently walked to the table, took off his helmet and hugged it, bowed his head and said in shame: "The night is in the way of tracking." The Knights galloped for 20 hours and finally ...... Lost traces of Isaac. ”

"This!" Elena stood up angrily.

"How could he have run far when he was burned like charcoal?" asked Frederick.

Lancelot looked at Frederick nervously with a strange expression: "He ran like a shooting star, and the flames on his body dragged several meters long, like the wake of a fire dragon, and the flames were finally extinguished. We tried to catch up, but the horses were exhausted by the night's run, and with the horsepower of the previous night, the knights galloped a hundred miles, but could not catch up with the fleeing Isaac, and finally lost his trace. ”

Frederick stood in silence for two seconds, communicating with the artifact inside him. Ritsu, who has been resurrected from his dormancy, tells him that there is only one way for Isaac to escape, and that he is armed with the ancient civilization.

"I am unforgivable for running through the night, chasing down even a badly burned enemy. Lancelot felt remorseful and knelt down to plead guilty. The three hundred knights in front of the tent suddenly knelt down in a large area, and the mountain shouted and cut itself, and the army's heart floated.

When Elena saw this battle, she was not only angry, but also racked her brains to think about how to appease the Knights. She had nothing to do, and looked at Frederick with a blank eye.

"Isaac has the power of an angel's pupil. He was able to get rid of the horse, proving that he still had the strength to fight again, but he was burned by Elena and lost his fighting spirit. If he resists desperately, victory or defeat is unknown. It makes sense that you can't catch up with him. The battle had completely destroyed his reputation, and Isaac's military career was over, and deportation was sufficient. Frederick spoke eloquently, calmly pacifying the Knights, and then went around the table to reward the merit: "This battle has crushed the invasion of the foreign powers, and it will surely shine in the annals of history if it is a battle with less." The casualties were counted, the valiant were promoted, the casualties were doubled, and after counting the spoils, they returned to Wiener to celebrate the victory. ”

He stroked the ring and announced with a smile, "The country that claims to have the strongest army has been defeated." We should send our light horsemen straight back to the capital to announce the good news. From today onwards, our diplomacy will harden and we will finally be able to make our voices heard. ”

"For the glory of Germany!" the Knights replied with a cheerful slogan, washed away their frustration.

The Battle of the River of Fire dealt a heavy blow to the Paris Expeditionary Force and crushed Paris's attempt to strangle the Third German Republic. Thanks to Elena's rational command, crude oil made its debut on the battlefield for the first time.

The Battle of the River of Fire frustrated the French army and created a brief peace between the two countries, but sowed the seeds of a second full-scale war.

To the sigh of historians, Isaac finally escaped on his own, depriving Frederick of his only chance to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and laying the historical conditions for the formation of a bipolar pattern. After all, for Isaac later, 350 points of divine grace radiation could only be regarded as the weakest value in his life.

And Frederick, who had regained his beloved, naturally knew nothing about it.

At the same time, military research and development in Paris was in full swing, and Frank the Great faced an even more dangerous problem: the glitz and glamour.

"His Royal Highness Xiao Qian has not heard from him for a whole month. In the flickering lights of the Imperial Library, the intelligence officer's voice was extremely low.

It was already midnight, and the kerosene lamps that needed to be refueled were dimly shining on the table full of drawings of Fran the Great, and the shadows were cast on the ground and swayed lonely. Wearily, he put down the drawing ruler, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and filled the kerosene lamp with his own hands, leaving the embarrassed intelligence officer in the shadows of the difficult light.

"His Royal Highness Xiaoqian...... It's been a month since I heard from her. The agent held his breath for ten seconds and repeated the report.

"Probably enjoying the pursuit of the front and back. From Paris to Wiener, she just changed to a city to make money...... She has countless fans everywhere she goes, and she can make a lot of money by attending a ceremony and walking the red carpet, maybe she is having a good time?" said Fran the Great numbly: "Anyway, Alsace and Lorraine have been annexed, so let her have fun." ”

The intelligence officer heard the subtext of the emperor: Lorraine, an important iron ore mineral, has been annexed by the empire, and Xiaoqian has realized its value and can give her a long vacation.

"According to the regulations of the Ministry of Intelligence, the loss of contact for one month is a red alert, and the search and rescue procedure needs to be initiated. "The intelligence officer is worried that something will happen to Xiaoqian.

Emperor Fran sighed, finally stopped working, stood up on the table, lowered his head and folded his glasses, gritted his teeth hard and muttered in a deep voice: "Heavy drama and light work, extravagance and misguided country...... She's only going to get drunk and dream with the glitz and glamour of Paris, what am I going to do when I save her back?"

The informant looked up blankly, frozen. He was a loyal supporter of Xiao Qian, and now he suddenly heard the emperor's sincere words, and suddenly felt sorry for Xiao Qian, and suddenly made him even have the heart to kill the king.

However, the worried emperor would not care about the mood of his subordinates. The dwarf Fran the Great turned away from the table, and he walked through the darkness with his head held high, past a solemn bookshelf, through the glow of an oil lamp, to a door of concealment that leaked light.

The emperor's robe made a "rustling" sound, and a lock of anxious white hair fluttered in his ears. Then Fran the Great opened the door with force, and the vigorous and warm candlelight poured out, bathing the emperor's body.

Outside the gate, in the light, under the five ornate chandeliers, there were three rows of overcrowded banquet tables, piled high with orderly books, and people leaving their seats to make their way to the shelves. The "crackling" sound of the operator and the "rustling" of writing converge into the sound of the waves, which is as pleasant as the beach humming in the rising tide.

It's midnight in the Imperial Library, it's brightly lit, and some of the most respected engineers, scholars, and chemists in the entire Empire are working tirelessly to try to overcome the difficulties of tracked suspension technology on the eve of war.

Having done all this, scholars continue to imagine that if there were a roaring crawler beast to crush the enemy's line tactics, then the Motherland would be immune to all invasions, because no matter how powerful the neighbor would dare to face the army of Paris!

For this vision, the Imperial Library is lit up every night, and the experimental workshop of the Palace of Versailles is full of chickens and dogs every day.

However, the wise emperor, who was working alone, pushed open the door earlier than usual. Therefore, the bloodshot scholars stopped their calculations one after another, and looked silently at the dwarf and ugly emperor.

This little man is a well-deserved mentor in the field. His academic enthusiasm was endless, his work was full of energy, he used his genius vision, taught everyone superior rational thinking, and did his best to promote scientific progress, and he even pushed the door open at midnight every day and said the words that he could not get tired of.

"It's time for everyone to rest. Save your work progress and go home. ”

Fran the Great said. He stood under that door with his arms down, a dark shadow behind him and a light in front of him.

There was a rustling sound, and everyone packed up and left. In the end, a few bald men with gray and gray faces were left behind, and they walked up with a haggard face and a shy face: "Please allow us to spend the night here...... It is enough to light a chandelier. ”

"Senna, your family lives on the outskirts of Paris, right?" said Fran the Great, "you who are far away, take my carriage home." ”

The Emperor knew that these scholars could not afford a house in the center of Paris, especially Senna, a master in the field of applied mechanics, and that his salary, allowances, and prizes combined could not afford half of the parlor in Paris.

Only the emperor gritted his teeth and saw clearly how many heavy sighs were suppressed behind the flashy prices in Paris. Xiao Qian and the nobles occupied thousands of acres of mansions, but these important scientists came and went in the wind and rain, and even needed the emperor to pay out of his own pocket to subsidize their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

And Fran the Great was powerless to change all that. Paying out of his own pocket to be good for everyone is the best effort he can do.

So he was terrified of Frederick: that man had the power to reform society. His feat of breaking his wrist to eliminate the accumulated defects made Flannthe Great afraid of the vitality of the new Germany.

The Emperor's gaze drifted away. When he was wandering, he was dragged back to reality by the shabby polite voice of the old scholar:

"No, no, no, we really don't dare to occupy the emperor's car all the time. Senna was ashamed to mention poverty, and he tried to laugh and maintain his dignity: "A few of us will spend the night in the hall of the library, and I beg you to pay for a chandelier for us—my heart will itch until the calculation is not completed." ”

Emperor Fran felt sorry for these old men, and seeing that they were laughing crampedly, he inexplicably felt a sense of compensation, gritted his teeth and said: "When you correct my mistakes and correct the design sketches of rifled guns, I will buy real estate in the capital for you, and it will be convenient for the Imperial Library in the future." ”

Because of the subtle differences in the periodic table of parallel universes, Fran the Great's blueprints are always wrong. He used to be self-serving, and after hundreds of failed experiments, he was willing to admit that there was a problem with his drawings and agreed to call scholars to revise the design.

"Good, good. Senna smiled. All the funds the emperor fought for were invested in research and development, and if the emperor was willing to reduce the amount of food and clothing to buy a house for Senna, it would be an extrajudicial grace.

"Where's that little boy in your family who is clamoring for applied mechanics? I haven't seen him in a long time. Fran the Great left the library and stopped by to make a small talk with Senna.

"Christie is growing up and doesn't want to be a scientist anymore. He has other ideals, and I can't interfere. Senna replied with a wry smile, sent the emperor into the car, and then waved goodbye and watched the emperor drive away.