"Immediately order the attendants to clean up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This is your key, this is the only one. The quartermaster untied the key from the hoop.

"Is it to take care of privacy, it's really highly civilized. Frederick appreciated.

“...... People who enforce the law are used to breaking down doors, so they don't rely very much on keys. The quartermaster said bluntly: "You are false." ”

"......" Frederick wanted to curse. It's easy to think clearly, the nobles who are broken into the door are either defeated and the general trend is gone, or the sun is on the verge of collapse, and there is no need to be polite to them at all, just rush in and arrest them like robbers. The image of the loser being dragged out of the ornate room stirred Frederick's mood.

We must not fall to that point.

"In order to maintain a good body shape and habits, the dining place is set up in the training area and the riding area. The quartermaster took out one of his papers and handed it to Frederick with both hands: "This is a special pass issued to you by the chief knight, and each knight of your country has one, and he can use the food and facilities of the garrison free of charge as a token of appreciation for his friendship." ”

The word "friendship" refers to the relief of the Alpine Campaign.

"Thank you. Frederick was hungry, "Then I'll wait for the chief knight to dine together, and you can retreat." ”

"The Knight Chief is a housekeeping maniac, she will at least clean the room until the floor is reflective," the quartermaster bowed calmly, and said without hesitation that he would be killed: "Barracks tip: If you have a good opinion of the Knight Chief, the level of neatness should be at least S-rank." Otherwise, even if he is inseparable from the knight, he will be disgusted by her anytime and anywhere. ”

The quartermaster seems to have misunderstood something. He respectfully added, "Please keep it a secret for me." It is because of your righteousness and courage that I provide this knowledge. ”

Frederick was curious, and he crossed his chest and asked, "What is the level of neatness that is considered S-class?"

"A to D are the housekeeping ratings of the Dragoons. The S-class is a new height beyond the human race, and if your toilet is already holiness and cleaner than your face, you have basically touched the threshold of the S-class. The quartermaster said bitterly, "We used to wander happily in the D-rank until the Knight Chief took power. ”

Frederick was even more curious: "And what about you now?"

"The current dragoons are all mildly schizophrenic. Every week, on the day of the examination, they cleaned the house like a nervous raccoon, and cleaned up the men's dormitories cleaner than the virgin boudoir. The quartermaster showed a deep disdain and snorted softly: "In order to survive the examination, they even sprayed cologne on the door frame." Your Highness Frederick, this is not something that men should do. ”

"Absolutely not. Frederick said proudly, "The pungency of sweat and hormones is a man's temperament." What's your name?"

"My name is Jonas, Your Highness. Simon is my nephew, and his return alive is due to your virtues. The quartermaster bowed a second time: "If there is a useful place, remember my name." ”

"Okay. In the next half month, I will be in the barracks to raise my divine power and practice swordsmanship at the same time. Is there an indoor driving range?" Frederick had a lot of secrets, and he wanted more privacy.

"Yes. There is a fully enclosed practice area in the precept area, which is very strong and can resist any form of destruction, so you can play to your heart's content. To protect your privacy, I will prohibit idlers from entering or leaving. Jonas began to give Frederick a small stove.

"Thank you. "Frederick wants to go to dinner.

"It is customary for the old emperor to summon you at tea time after three o'clock, and for the sake of calmness, you should almost rush to the Hofburg Imperial Palace to wait for the summons. Jonas was instructed to keep on an empty stomach. The old emperor had a habit of making pastries, so be sure to show an appetite for seeing each other late. Otherwise, it is obvious how much you dislike pastries, how much the emperor dislikes you. ”

"Why......?" said Frederick, choking his words, "does it taste special?"

"Good luck, Count," said Jonas, "the taste is realistic, and that is the taste of life. ”

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When Frederick saw the old king's pastries, he felt that Jonas did not understand life thoroughly, because the pastries looked beautiful, and the puff pastry baked just right was even appetizing.

The seasoned quartermaster was right in his prediction. Frederick changed into a lace white shirt, tight-fitting breeches, a red velvet coat and a feather hat, and rested in the Heroes' Square in good spirits until the sweat was dry, when the old king's messenger rushed down, reined in surprise in front of Frederick, and shouted: "You are here? ”

Ten minutes later, Frederick sat discreetly in the fountain garden of the lower palace, in front of a beautiful milky roll-up table, and the servants serving tray after plate of baked treats. Behind him was the crisp and shady Bodhi tree, and on his left was the blue man-made fountain pool, the perfect rectangular pool of blue cut the royal momentum, and Frederick bet that it was cut to the size of the Temple of Artemis. The tiles by the pool were whitened by the scorching sun, making Frederick's meadow particularly cool, and the faint scent of the rose shed wafted in the distance.

Maybe Frederick arrived relatively quickly, which caught the old emperor off guard, so the royal car arrived a little late. When the pastries were ready, a group of people rushed out of the lower palace: those who were on official business left quickly, and the attendants gave the king umbrellas in the same way, dug out a circular shade in the white ground, and escorted the old king and several dignitaries to move over.

Frederick sat in a heavy iron chair and squinted at Charles VI. The old Habsburg king, who was over 50 years old, although he gave up the throne of the HRE Empire to his daughter, his power was like a magician's throwing knife, and he didn't let go. He still kept in touch with important officials, and the lower palace, which was originally used for living and leisure, gradually became a crowded city, and the busy court Van Cleek was in a hurry, apparently trying to pass on the old king's edict to all parts of the empire.

The old king is still mighty. He had a well-trimmed mustache and pursed his lips as if he were on the verge of a great enemy, making strangers think he was angry. His brow was twisted into a Sichuan character, his cheeks were sunken, and his cheekbones were protruding, and people were more afraid of his temper than of his might.

But at the sight of Frederick, the old king laughed heartily, and only his brow was furrowed, which made one suspect that the smile was fake: "It is so good to see you, young nephew, you do not know how much I think of you." The world is hot and cold, and distant relatives don't move, as if relatives who can't inherit the inheritance are not as good as passers-by. Sit down,"

Frederick sat back in his chair, put his hands on his knees, and watched as the old king tucked his huge belly under the table, sat comfortably, and continued to show his enthusiasm and generosity: "When the fortunes of the country are in trouble, only kinship can unite these scattered provinces and tide over them together. Your grandfather and your father were the most powerful generals in the Empire, and they also governed Bafaria in good order, and they were the same as the royal family, and they were the role models of the princes of the Empire. You have glorious blood in you, and I expect more from you than any other young man. Come and taste it. The old king, the Emperor, generously recommended to Frederick the pigeon pie in the middle of the table.