"Really, it's annoying—if I have 20 million gold coins, I'll hire a million beauties, and they'll all have to be good. Ten in a day. Fight for the world, your sister, ahh!!!!h

Eventually, after two months of intense office work, His Majesty Egir Skadragrímsson, the most honorable emperor of the Norman Empire, went berserk. The closer to summer, the more often His Majesty the Emperor goes crazy. At first, it was almost once every three days, then once every two days, and now it has developed into twice every three days, and it is getting closer and closer to once a day.

Of course, Egil was the Emperor, and a powerful king, dark in heart, and brutal in character. To put it simply, a tyrant. Naturally, this tyrant will not let himself be wronged in the slightest. Usually at such times, His Majesty would "click", break the quill pen, and then smash the half-human-high vase next to him to the ground - anyway, the system made it, and it will be automatically restored the next day.

And after that, the king's work for the day is over, and as for when the emperor will go back to work, don't ask, whoever asks will die. And for the rest of the day, he would either go to one of his lovers and give some vent, or go to the corners of the palace, in the darkest dungeons, and watch the prisoners being tortured for fun, and sometimes he would have a few practice matches with his knights of the guard, which of course had to be won by His Majesty the Emperor. It doesn't matter if you don't want to lose, His Majesty the Emperor is very tolerant of the army and will never hold grudges. Just go and clean the toilet for a week and it's no problem.

Of course, this situation did not last long. The end result was that His Majesty the Emperor had finally bowed to reality and to the budget figures. It was decided to temporarily reduce its own military reform regulations from 80,000 to 60,000. And these 60,000 troops are not all fully equipped with new equipment as written in the regulations. Rather, it is a mixture of old and new. Within a six-month period, half of the army's equipment should be replaced first. And the remaining half ...... We'll talk about that then.

The consequence of this is that although the reform regulations are not written. However, it became customary in the military to refer to the "new army" as an army equipped with new weapons or newly recruited. Newly recruited troops are also proud to join the new army. In contrast to the new, those armies that still maintain the old equipment are called "old armies". Although these armies are still very good compared to their neighbors. And the morale of the soldiers of the "old army" has also declined to varying degrees. These things were not expected by Egil.

Of course, it was a month later. And now, His Majesty the Emperor is still extremely unhappy, extremely irritable, and extremely angry. If it were an ordinary day, it would be nothing, just follow the previous ways to appease yourself - but not today, today is the time chosen by Egil to receive the Holy Roman Empire and the Papal States.

The meeting was held at two o'clock in the afternoon. So in the morning, Egil did the usual thing about the affairs of the state - that is, to find a way to get money. And everyone has seen the end result. It doesn't matter if it's the front door or the side door. What can be fished and what can't be fished, Egil has thought about it. But in any case there is no figure as high as 20 million - even if half of the Baltic coastal roads are not built, and it is not possible to divert funds for the expansion of armaments.

It was in such a frustrated mood that the Emperor Egil received the delegation from the south. It is conceivable that under such circumstances, His Majesty the Emperor will naturally not be angry. Even, what His Majesty the Emperor originally thought: it's a big deal to let them, even if it is to give the Pope a face. Such thoughts disappeared in an instant.

"Hesse, Brandenburg, and the whole of North Germany were incorporated into the Empire, and the Holy Roman Empire was reduced to a kingdom. and pay war reparations of five million gold coins......"

The envoy from Austria easily retracted, "Are you out of the blue?!" -- while he had seen the weather of a great country for a few days in Gothenburg, the envoy was not idle. Although the Norman officials were more decent, state secrets would not be told to him. But "His Majesty the Emperor has been in a bad mood in the last few days, be careful." Such information can be said.

Egil's tyrant attribute is famous on the continent, and the envoy is not sure that the other party will chop himself up in anger. So it's better to be careful. Of course, Egir was so harsh - no, it should be said unreasonable - no, it should be said that it was a brain-dead condition, and he naturally did not dare to agree. Even if he agreed, Duke Albert in Austria, the would-be emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, would not agree. I can't say that I want to tear him alive, and then mobilize the entire empire's army to fight him to the death. ,

But the Norman emperor should, probably, probably, maybe, or...... It's just that the Norman Empire has been expanding its army lately. The new military regulations, just the public version, are frightening enough. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the opposing army's army will become after it is formed.

"It seems that after returning home, we should focus on reporting relevant matters to Your Majesty. The Imperial army was a little worse than the Normans. Or maybe it's time for reform...... these are the emissaries - not only the Austrians, but also Henry from Bavaria, Lucived from Hesse, and even Albrecht from Brandenburg. What made Egil feel most uncomfortable was that Henry, the son of Frederick, who had been blessed by the Holy See, and claimed to be the Duke of Swabia, also sent an envoy.

Egir felt unhappy, and he always looked at Henry's messenger unconsciously and unpleasantly. This guy is under more than ten times more pressure than the others. Motionless, without saying a word, I didn't dare to wipe the sweat from my head.

Of course, it is not possible to go on like this without talking. Seeing that the envoys of the Holy Roman Empire were dumb, the envoys of the Papal States over there snorted softly, thinking to himself, "A bunch of rubbish. "Take a step forward and answer.

"Bishop. Egil looked down at the papal envoys under his throne and said in a slightly contemptuous and slightly disapproving tone: "Cardinal Hilde, how are you doing? Why didn't he come over this time?"

"The cardinal has another important task, and I think my status is sufficient!" said the bishop in a sullen voice. At this moment, he has been standing for a long time. This time, Egil received the mission in the main hall of the palace. Originally, in the entire main hall, in addition to the throne of Egil, which sat in the center facing north and south, a large number of well-made seats were placed on both sides for the use of the military commanders.

However, Egil was in a bad mood today, and he didn't have a good impression of the mission. All the chairs were removed before the interview. At this moment, several envoys stood for a long time. The group of knight lords of the Holy Roman Empire is fine. It's all killed on the battlefield, and it's not a big deal to stand for a while. And the bishops of the Holy See, who have always been pampered, are not good. Hearing Egil's question at this moment, the bishop was clearly dissatisfied.

"I am an emissary of the Holy See, the supreme ruler of the whole of Europa, the Pope of Rome, the emissary of the Holy See of Innocent!

"Yes, is that so?" said Egil, snorting and shaking his neck, before standing up, still looking condescendingly at the bishop, and asked, "Well, now we are equal." What do you think?"

"You—" The bishop's face flushed, but he couldn't say a word. In the end, he was pulled by the deputy envoy on the other side, a nobleman from a noble family in the Papal States, and then he snorted lightly and said nothing.

"Well, Your Majesty, please settle down, and let us get down to business. On the other side, the emissary of Duke Henry of Bavaria stepped forward and said, "Here I would like to ask you a question: Who is your enemy? is it Frederick, who is dead, or the entire Holy Roman Empire?"

"Oh......" Egir snorted inwardly, thinking to himself: finally someone has come to understand. He stopped making a gesture, and then turned and sat back: "Frederick, of course." Only Frederick, I had made it clear before. If that were not the case, then I would not have allowed you to stand in front of me. ”

"So, does that mean we can live in peace between our two empires?" the envoy asked.

"Naturally. Egil nodded: "As long as my request is met, you and I will naturally be able to coexist peacefully." ”

"But, with all due respect. Your Majesty's request is really ......" That hour shook his head with a wry smile: "It's too harsh. The Holy Roman Empire may be able to promise your Majesty control of the so-called territory of North Saxony. But Hesse, Brandenburg, and North Germany...... These were the heartlands of the Holy Roman Empire. It is impossible to cede it. And the dukes of Hesse and Brandenburg will presumably agree. ”

"Yes, yes, even though Your Majesty is wise and martial, he is not the Holy Roman Emperor after all, and it is really too much to want to obtain the imperial territory. Lucived's envoy who was next to him nodded hurriedly.

Egil chuckled, pointed to the Bavarian envoy, and asked, "I would love to know your name." ”

"Foreign Minister Albrecht Wallenstein. The bearded messenger bowed his head and replied ....... ）