"Actually, the Fran Empire is very easy to deal with. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info: If you look at what the Fran flag looks like? It's a white flag with two bars painted on it. Isaac spoke eloquently and courteously to Philia: "Also, do you know how to identify Old Fran Soldier? Just look at his armpits, which are very healthy in the sun." ”

Filia sneered and corrected with a straight face: "But the Paris Revolution succeeded." ”

"That's because both the revolutionary side and the ruling side are Parisians. Prior to this, the Fran Army was the most proficient in foreign languages, as they would say surrender in eight languages," Isaac said, "If a fire breaks out at the factory where the White Flag is produced, it will definitely greatly weaken the military capabilities of the Fran Army." ”

"But now the First Empire of Fran is almost invincible. "Philia has a headache.

"That's because their Fran the Great is Corsican. "Isaac knows the country inside and out.

Filia sneered unexpectedly. Isaac was very proud, and tried his best to please the chief knight: "And why do we say that the Foreign Legion is the official army of the Fran Empire? ”

Filia didn't think it would be constructive to make fun of the enemy. She asked, "Is that what you're suggesting? tell me that Fran's Army is all soft-eyed?"

"Do a good job of scouting, avoid the Foreign Legion, and the rest of the Fran army will surrender with fluent German. Isaac said to the point, "Believe me, the guns of the Fran Army can be sold at the original price, and the advertising slogan is ready-made, 'brand new, not a single shot fired, only once dropped to the ground.'" ’”

Isaac succeeded, for Filia finally couldn't help but laugh, and no longer reasoning, but raising her chin to sip the wine. She lifts her bangs when she smiles, her gaze drifts away, warming you like the sun, even when she's not looking at you.

Isaac was so fascinated that he was about to continue flirting when a bell rang in the distance.

The banquet suddenly fell silent, and all the guests looked up at the window. Filia straightened her face and thought, "Is the palace under attack??, does it need to be rescued by my father's dragoons?" Her thoughts were like lightning bolts, cutting through the logic, and instantly returning to Frederick: "Could it be him? Did he really jump into the fire pit? Didn't he warn him that he couldn't coup d'état!"

Filia's body stayed where it was, her mind was on the other side, and she wished that her soul would be dangling around Frederick's waist so that she could at least control his safety. Like a fish pulled out of the water by a fishing hook, Filia's soul shot out of her body and flew to a distant court, contemplating Frederick's fate.

Before Isaac could react, he saw Philia turn her face and leave the table, the wine glasses she hastily placed on the windowsill were emptied, and the red wine was spilled on the precious carpet, but Filia hurried away with her long flowing fire dress, and trotted out without even looking back.

Isaac smelled the sour smell of love.

"Mr. Braischroeder Jr., I have heard that you have held a key position at BNP Paribas, and it is a great honour if you accept ......our offer," the well-dressed Financial Secretary approached. Isaac is the youngest son of central bank governor Braischroeder, a former member of BNP Paribas and admired by the Treasurer.

"Sorry, I've been busy lately. Isaac simply refused, and after a few more perfunctory remarks, he turned to the other officers to inquire about Filia's information.

The old butler saw that Filia had changed into a long armor skirt and a golden sword, striding out of the meteor, and was so frightened that he ran out all the way to stop Filia: "Miss, your banquet ...... Your banquet is not over yet! You are the only hostess, how can you abandon so many guests with heads and faces!"

"Apologize to them on my behalf. I'm going to the palace to see. Without saying a word, Filia pulled out her good horse and stepped on her horse.

"Master Farina has instructed that he will take care of the affairs outside, and that you will not be allowed to go out-" The old butler was so anxious that he burst into tears, and he held on to the horse's head with all his might, and did not allow Philia to go out.

Filia clutched the horsewhip and stared at the old butler on the horse's neck: "Father wants to trap me at home with a banquet, doesn't he?

The old butler saw her delicate features twisted in annoyance.

"Yes......" the butler was stunned.

Filia tugged at the reins, and the horse neighed and raised her head, breaking away from her kind butler, and rushing out of the private castle like a fiery cloud, and flying towards the mountain of the palace that soared into the sky.

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Led by the Wehrmacht, Braischroeder walked into Otto's interrogation room. The humble-faced banker sat down in front of Otto and got straight to the point: "Prince Ferdinand has ordered your release, Your Highness Otto. Your perverse brother has already set himself on fire, so the trumped-up charges against you have been solved. You're free. ”

"You're the central bank's executive, and you condescend to speak for Ferdinand?" asked Otto, holding his head high.

"I am just a servant, serving for the sake of profit. Braischroeder bowed his head slightly, smiling but not flattering: "Prince Ferdinand has given me the status I have today, because I have always maintained the consciousness of a servant. So Your Highness Otto, you can consider me a friend to all, and I will not be anyone's enemy. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Wehrmacht was ordered to walk in and uncuff Otto. They had already understood the king's edict and determined that it was the king's will to release Otto.

"So, what can I do for you?" Otto stood up, clutching his wrists and moving his joints, looking down at Breschroeder with a blank face.

"With all due respect, I wonder what you think of your brother on the guillotine?" the old banker was polite.

"I knew he was going to have this day. I warned you, but he didn't listen. Otto raised his head and recalled, the lines of his face resolute and merciless, this coldness was incompatible with the childish handsomeness: "I have to thank him for locking me up." ”

"That's enough. Braischroedt stood up and bowed: "The old will pass away, and a new world will be born." We also thank your brother, because with his passing, you can take over the William family and take it to a more reasonable future. Titles, fiefs, inheritances, it will be better in your hands, so you deserve it. ”

The old banker bowed humbly, and added, "You deserve it, Count Otto." ”

"Take me to see Ferdinand. We still have a lot to talk about the cooperation between Bafaria and Sirisha. Otto turned his head and said.

"Have you changed your mind?" the old banker heard that Otto had rejected Ferdinand's olive branch, and he hurriedly fanned the flames: "It makes sense that since Frederick has been defeated, your cooperation with the prince cannot be called a betrayal." ”

"People's insistence on oneself is called betrayal in the eyes of those who are not used to it. Otto said, "It's enough for me to be true to myself and don't care about other people's comments." ”

"The hero's insight. The banker flattered him and sent Otto out. Outside, Jacob and five released silver knights knelt in front of Otto and bowed their heads in loyalty: "Congratulations to Count Otto." ”

Otto's face was expressionless, and he strode away, wearing a striped prison robe, but he walked out of the style of "the strong man is gone". (To be continued.) )