On the grass, the Empress and Frederick chatted about speculation, and smiled heartily: "It's been a long time since I've been so comfortable." His Royal Highness Frederick, www.biquge.info you should come to the palace more often if you have time, and tell us about the elementary theory of magic, it's really interesting." ”

"If you are pleased, Your Majesty. Frederick's heart fluttered, and he gently scratched Elena's palm, meaning that he would be able to come to see her in the future.

Elena's face flushed sickly, her cheek pressed against the back of the chair, and she only pointed the back of her head at him, trying to express her resistance, biting her lip weakly: "Don't get carried away. Do you know why Oppenheimer made the joke of 'legionizing magicians?'" She was ashamed that she had no resistance, and that she was about to become Frederick's plaything, so she wanted to extinguish his arrogance a little.

The queen shook her head helplessly, looked at the stunned Frederick and said: "In order to save the defeat and reputation, His Majesty is not only keen on buying and selling bonds, but also pinning some of his hopes on the magic army. Because since magic does exist, and the nobles can control the divine power, there is no reason why only the elves can control magic, right? With this in mind, the king very much expects that humans will be able to delve into magic and make magicians legions. ”

Elena succeeded - the arrogant Frederick froze, he couldn't accept the fact that the former HRE Emperor, Charles VI, was really thinking about such a naïve idea?

The old king's preference for the trickster turned out to be still pinned on this illusory dream of counterattack?

Did he understand the nature of magic? Did he examine the academic qualities of magicians? Only elven priests who were immersed in theology could master magic, the kind of elves who understood the principles of hot and cold matter, who knew the elements of the world by heart, and because of their hard work, they were few in number and had a high status, even surpassing the elven senatorial council. Will the elves of theology be the best of the art of war? This idea is too one-sided, too ecstatic.

This old king is simply a child in power, a complete loser whose mind is detached from society.

Frederick's respect for the old king quickly shrank. He couldn't hold back the slander in his heart anymore, and as soon as he thought of the old king's face, the pronunciation of "stupid beep" sounded in his heart, and he couldn't restrain it at all.

As soon as this "contempt" ignited, it was out of control. Frederick even thought blankly, how could he win by letting this kind of foolish beep be in power and command the war, no wonder my grandfather lost the seven-year war without victory, God knows how many stupid things this old king did. Buy your bonds, you're going to lose all your pants. Faint King.

Elena finally turned around and squinted at Frederick, who was distracted: "You now know why my father left early in a rage? You pierced those tricksters, slapped Oppenheimer's face, but hit your father's glass heart from across the mountain." ”

"But...... What I'm saying is the truth......" Frederick was a little flustered, and he only now understood why Oppenheimer didn't refute it when he was angry, and pretended to be pitiful and let him bully. Damn, I see.

The queen told him lightly: "If a person is not willing to accept reality, he will not accept the person who reveals it." So he must be displeased. You don't have to worry, my friend. ”

Frederick realized that he was in a hurry to get ahead, so he recklessly poked the old king in the sore spot. While he was pondering what to do, the royal compiler hurried out and came over and announced: "Count Frederick, His Majesty is waiting for you in the study. ”

Frederick felt Elena suddenly clench his hand, as if nervous. He stood up, their hands slipping, and Frederick straightened his shirt, dusted off his hat, and hurried towards the codifier.

Then, the sound of smashing glass sounded in the study of the lower palace, and the old king's angry rebuke came faintly in waves, shaking the breeze a little rippling.

The nobles lingered, and when they heard this faint shouting and scolding, they knew that Frederick had accidentally told the truth, which angered the old king, so they were found to be wrong. This caused the nobles who had planned to leave to linger at the table for a while, because it was a pleasure to watch others suffer.

The old queen couldn't sit still, so she followed up and took a look, and Shaoqing came back and ordered Elena: "Don't say goodnight to your father today, and wait for him to be discouraged." Then he ordered the maids to receive the feast, and the nobles took their leave.

Elena took Lily for a walk by the rose shed, and waited for an unknown amount of time before she saw the palace open and the glow of the lamps spewed out. A dark figure hurried down the stairs and toward the fountain pool. Elena ran over to recognize it, and sure enough, it was Frederick, and hurriedly went up to stop him, and asked timidly, "Father...... Did your father say anything too much to you?"

Frederick hung his eyebrows helplessly, showing humiliation and helplessness, his lips trembled with anger, but he kept restraint from her, and gently tilted his head and sighed: "What can I say excessively? He just ordered me to go to the church to confess and apologize to the priest." He attached great importance to the relationship between the Holy See and the royal family, so in three days he would send someone to ask the priest to verify whether I had seriously repented......"

He shook his head and walked past Elena, "Then I must agree with the priest and go to dinner with some girl. In short, apologize, apologize, apologize, apologize is enough. No big deal, I'll take care of it. Step by step, he was angry and wanted to leave the palace, as if he hated this powerful place.

Lily whispered in Elena's ear, "If the Count had bowed his head and listened to the lecture, he would never have been able to scold for so long." The Count probably looked down on the king, so he retorted, and it was like this. ”

Elena remembered that when he shook his hand, he was so brave and domineering, with a kind of fervent dictatorship, that he was now speaking humiliating words lightly, and his steps were swift as if he were fleeing the stench. Fear suddenly rose to her, and Zhang Huang thought to herself, "He's angry...... He must have been so angry! Yes, my father was so bad-tempered that he didn't care about other people's self-esteem. Frederick looked at the world with contempt, and his pride was crushed to the ground by his father, and he must have been mad...... He's not coming back—I'm going to lose him!"

Suddenly, a frightened Elena struggled to run, her complicated skirt flying behind her, and even her long hair floated up. Her chest was full of inexplicable courage, and she was not even afraid of being seen, so she chased after her, firmly grabbed Frederick's arm, and turned her head to look at his iron-blue face: "Please let me make it up to you...... My father's temper is so bad, let me apologize for him, is that okay?"

Frederick's grim cheeks melted faster than a fire-roasted ice sculpture. He turned his head to look at Elena unexpectedly, frowning and trying to be polite and shirk, but he couldn't refuse this firm gentleness at all, and was held by the arm of the female emperor, and openly walked down the steps of the Hofburg Imperial Palace, attracting the secret attention of people on the road.

The passing palace Van Clee all quietly turned around, all eager to see clearly who the lucky one who was held by the empress was, but the night was blurry, and he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't dare to take a closer look, so he had to ask everywhere like crazy "who is the mysterious man walking with the empress", so the news swept the entire palace like an explosion.