A row of piercing gunshots startled the birds of Versailles. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Chancellor of the Keeper of the Seals hurried through the turquoise glass square, past the stunning palace, and into the gardens that had been converted into a shooting range.

It was originally a fountain garden and was very picturesque. Since the coronation of Fran the Great, he ordered the cutting of wood to make a platform, and the large garden was converted into a test workshop and a standard shooting range, and since then the Palace of Versailles has been full of gunfire and birds.

"Your Majesty," said the Lord Keeper of the Seals, holding back the shrill gunshots, hurried towards the richly dressed dwarf.

Dressed in colorful palace robes and laboriously operating a new rifle, Fran the Great was impatient with the Minister of the Seals, who was in charge of the finances: "What's the matter?"

"The Commissioner of BNP Paribas asked to see him. The Lord Keeper of the Seals respectfully reported.

"I'm not available. With great difficulty, Emperor Fran pried out the jammed cartridge case, then slammed the rifle to the ground and roared at the trembling chief engineer: "Jammed! After so many tests, it is still stuck! What do you see? There can be no mistake in the design of the breech firing pin rifle, and my memory is never wrong! If there is a problem, it is your problem." It must be that your craftsmanship is too backward. Take it and change it!"

He kicked the spear at his feet. The engineer stooped down to pick it up and gathered around to discuss.

The Minister of the Keeper of the Seals asked again in horror: "The Commissioner of the Bank of Paribas asks to see ......"

"Not available!" the Emperor looked back at the minister.

The Minister of the Seal had the courage to lean over and muttered a few words in his ear. Only then did Emperor Fran suppress his anger and turned back to the palace without saying a word.

Isaac stood wearily in the golden corridors and waited. Suddenly, there was a sharp "Emperor arrived", which frightened the guards on both sides to stand upright, followed by the sound of leather boots, and the majestic dwarf emperor appeared in the corner of the corridor, his gorgeous cloak rustling on the floor tiles.

Isaac looked at Fran the Great, squinting and realizing that the emperor did not have a rifle long.

But he had to brace himself and hurry up to meet him, skilfully bowing his waist and bowing his arms: "Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Fran glanced at him, curled his eyebrows, his beak-like lips cracked and smiled, and when he spoke, his ass-shaped chin trembled happily: "You actually deigned to return to Paris, why, have you swallowed the pride of your son?"

Isaac thought of his father, who was in danger, and bowed his waist in humiliation: "Please move and talk in detail." ”

Five minutes later, Isaac was honored to set foot in the Emperor's exclusive studio. He scanned the table full of restored drawings and workshop materials, frowned and asked, "Don't you have a memory chip in your head? Why do you still have to restore so many weapon drawings?"

Scrolls of drawings are everywhere on the desk, and the walls of the studio are full of bookshelves, and there are ladders for climbing.

Fran the Great rolled up the design of the tank suspension system on his desk and boasted of his complaint: "After crossing into this world, the industrial memory in my mind has been disturbed by strong radiation, and when I call up information, sometimes the information is disordered. In order to prevent confusion of up to 32 gigabytes of knowledge in the entire defense technology tree, I am racing against time to dictate the knowledge in my head. You see, the drawings in this private library are all the vast dossiers that I have written silently over the past ten years, condensing the crystallization of applied science and technology, enough to propel this waste country into the electric age. ”

Focused on recovering his memories and developing applied science, Fran the Great spent either his time on the shooting range or locked himself in his private library, so he didn't want to worry about the endless hustle and bustle of labor and peasant revolts.

Isaac admired the pen power of the top exam, and asked with concern: "Didn't the ancient gods do special treatment for you when you passed through the memory chip implanted before? ”

Emperor Fran shook his head in frustration: "The superpower I chose is 'Eternal Memory', because as long as I restore the applied science of the information age to the classical world, I can dominate the world." But not only is the physical and chemical properties of many elements slightly different on this planet, but its radiation is also much higher than that of Earth, which makes the chips always fail. I was forced to restore all my knowledge into drawings and record it with a carbon pen. ”

"The superpowers we chose were flawed. Ferdinand was defeated, and his 'immortal body' would only give him endless tears. Xiao Qian's 'one person with a thousand faces' also hit a nail, which made her regain the melancholy of a popular star, and even the vice of alcoholism returned. Isaac skillfully gets straight to the point: "The demigods are falling one by one, it's time for us to put aside our differences and join forces." ”

Fran the Great looked up behind his desk, the gaslight shining on his cheekbones.

Isaac was right.

"When I read the title of the gold list, who laughed at me for rote memorization? When I implanted the chip for the ancient gods, who ridiculed me for sticking to the rules? Dear Isaac Gongzi, I used rote knowledge to build an engine and a rifle that stood out from the crowd; I used the conformist memory to innovate invincible infantry tactics! Ten years have passed, and I have built a huge Flann empire, but what about you? In the face of the ironclad factual gap, should the proud prince of the consortium bow that proud and elegant head?" Fran the Great squinted and smiled, bursting out between his teeth.

"The Fran Empire was established by Xiao Qian for you. The spy work is secretive, so the official history will not record her, but all the demigods know that in the darkness stands a phantom of 'a man with a thousand faces', her delicate hands caressing history, and it is she who forged history. Isaac grimaced with irony and contempt: "I'm not here to quarrel with you. Although the old gods have fallen into a deep sleep before waking up, they will not know what you have done, but this does not mean that you can monopolize Xiaoqian's credit. ”

"I knew you always had feelings for that out-of-fashion celebrity who was obsessed with dressing up. Fran the Great sneered meanly and tried his best to be condescending: "Don't talk nonsense, what is your request to return to Paris with a shy face?"

"Wiener, that warlord is already sitting big. Isaac said with a straight face: "Your aggression has stimulated German patriotism, and that warlord has used patriotism to control the domestic discourse." He is likely to cut off the budding of capitalist regime. My father is dangerous, and you must intervene immediately. ”

"A piece of waste destroyed by the financial crisis can run to your capital to make a difference, Isaac, where is all your proud intelligence?" said Fran the Great, happily irritating his kind, and then cleverly snatched a white sentence, "Moreover, it seems that you should not speak to the Emperor of the First Empire of Fran in this tone." At the end of the day, you're just a banker. ”

"If you don't destroy Frederick in time, he will make you taste regret. Isaac gritted his teeth, his eyes shining in the shadows out of the gaslight's reach: "You don't know how to reflect on your arrogance without experiencing Frederick's creativity." ”

"If you want to borrow troops, kneel. Fran the Great sizzled, his deep eyes glinting with urgency: "You know, I won't help someone with a different philosophy. The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. ”

Isaac was silent for half a minute. In the dimly lit private library, two people, one tall and one short, put aside their disparate identities, like two disputing classmates, looking at each other to the death.

With a "poof", Isaac's knees fell to the ground, and he bowed his head in submission: "Your Majesty, please mobilize the army immediately and intervene militarily in the infant German Republic." ”

Fran the Great gently took off his heavy crown, walked over to Isaac, and stroked the demigod's curly hair with pity: "I understand your feelings about saving your father, because like in your previous life, you have nothing but your father. ”

Isaac stared at the carpet, his eyes wide open, and he gritted his teeth at the hair on the carpet. But he resisted the urge to beat Fran the Great.

Sending Wiener to extinguish Frederick could save both Breschrode and Fran the Great himself. Isaac tries to reason with his own kind, but to his despair, he discovers that humans don't like to reason with their own kind.

"You're right, you're right. I'm incompetent, I'm stupid. Isaac began to coax the child, pretending to give in completely: "Please have great mercy and save my father." ”

"There are many examples of big wallets and poor brains. If only the rich second generation could be as humble as you. Showing the generosity of the victors, the Flann the Great mercifully promised: "On the day when the cannons of the Fran Empire cleanse the world, for the sake of your kind, I will allow you to stand behind me and bask in glory as a courtier." I will carry out a military mobilization, you can step back. ”

Isaac thought to himself, I should have pulled out your oxygen tube when you got the chip. Damn it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Isaac calmly grateful, then got up and left humbly. As he hunched out of the golden gate, the humble figure of Breschroeder came to mind.

His father nodded and bowed all his life before he amassed the enemy wealth of the Habsburg Central Bank.

Isaac under the fence was humiliated and helpless. As he bent back, Isaac felt that he had truly learned everything his father had taught him.

If you don't give up, how can you retreat from the crowd, and how can you control the world without self-control. To endure everything, is to win more.

The light of battle shone in Isaac's eyes. But Fran the Great could not see it, for in Isaac's concessions he saw only his own greatness.