No matter how poor the king is, he will not be poor in the palace. As the nominal power center of a country, no matter what, it cannot weaken its momentum.

The small island in the center of the Siti River, almost all of which belonged to the king's private space, in addition to the king's castle, there were a series of supporting buildings and independent defenses, and even a small pier - Si Nanpei was very suspicious that this was used by the king to escape for his life in an emergency, but if the city of Pali was already under the control of the enemy, he did not think that this pier could be of any use. Shaking his head, he felt that he had thought too much, maybe this pier was just used for the life and fun of the king. If you are ready to flee for your life, you might as well dig a secret passage under the palace that leads to somewhere outside the island.

Seeing Theresa jumping towards the palace, lined up with heavily armored guards on both sides of the road, asking and stroking her chest and saluting, it made people feel that Theresa, who now lives here, is definitely not a guest of the king, but the owner of this palace. Sinampe did not wonder why Theresa lived here, after all, she also grew up in the royal family when she was young, and the king was her guardian. What puzzled him was that Theresa had no courtiers to face the restraints of the king, and even lacked proper etiquette, more casually than in the castle of Auvergne. Look...... It looks like you've made it your home.

But everyone around, whether it was a close attendant like Carla or an outsider like Flesova, didn't make a fuss, as if it was the most normal thing to do. Puzzled, Sinampei realized that he still knew too little about Cape, at least, too little about the intricate network of relationships between nobles, and he decided that he must take time out afterwards to make up for it.

At the same time, it is necessary to make up for the language. Because on the continent of Ugineia, although there is a certain similarity in language, the language of each country, and even between each vassal state, is different, and often the same pronunciation will express two things.

When she got to the door, Kara took her leave, and it seemed that she lived here and had a lot of business.

The gate of the castle is very high, and from the perception of Sinampei, it is almost two or three stories high, and the width is not small, and it looks like it is not far behind the city gate. A long red carpet stretches from the outside into the castle.

The front hall of the castle is the council hall, which is not much decorated, empty, but there are many lamps and lanterns on the wall and on the ground, and on the ceiling is a stereotyped religious mural.

This arrangement is completely different from traditional Chinese architecture. At the same time, Sinan Pei also noticed that on the two and a half floors, there are scattered some stands protruding from the wall, which seem to be prepared for ministers to give speeches or debates, and of course, it is not excluded that some ministers have fixed positions on them.

The end of the red carpet is in the deepest part of this hall. There was a semicircular staircase, and the red carpet curved upwards to the semicircular pedestal above, which housed the throne.

On the throne, the one who sits is naturally the king. The servants lit the lamps in the dark hall, and Sinampei, who had good eyesight, was able to see the supreme sitting in that position.

After looking at it twice, Sinan Pei could only say......

"This is no different from the middle-aged Uncle Wang next door!" But fortunately, he didn't say this sentence out loud, but only scolded him.

The face is still angular, the nose is quite straight, and he looks a little heroic, but the hair has destroyed his excellent temperament. His dark brown hair was a mess, and with the crown he was wearing, he lived like a bird's nest, and his beard was just as bad, and though it was not like the Earl of Trian's beard, and his face was full of beard that was unbearable to look at, but the thick stubble on his chin was really invisible.

Well, in addition. The eyes were still big, but they were closed-maybe there were too many things to deal with lately, and when Theresa led the two in, he was still sitting on the throne, dozing off with his head propped up on his arm, and his voice was so loud that it passed through the wide space and entered the eyes of Sinampei, who was still at the door.

Theresa looked rather angry, and she ran to the king in a rage, and then gathered his ears, attached to them, and shouted, "Your Majesty, wake up quickly and get down to business!"

"Ahh

He touched his head: "Oh, I'm sorry, dear Theresa, and Count Billancourt......"

Si Nanpei was happy to see this scene, this was too far from the Chinese emperor in his impression! At least even the most mediocre king would not be as funny as the one in front of him.

Actually, this is normal. In this medieval state, the king was still only the head of the nobility, or the presiding officer of the council of nobles, and in addition to the nominal supreme right to rule, unlike the centralized monarchy, the king had the power of life and death. When there is a crisis in succession, it is often the nobles who elect a new king, rather than the dead king.

For example, when the previous dynasty had no direct heir, the great-grandfather of the current king, as the nephew of the king at the time, won the support of the nobles and became the new king, and the king of Caledonia was the nephew of the king at that time, and the succession dispute between the two countries for decades came from this.

In other words, in succession to the throne, the law is much higher than the decrees of the previous king.

"Oh, by the way, young man over there, you're Nampe Si from far away Seris, right?" the king looked at Sinampe condescendingly, "I am the ruler of Cape, Henri Dieudonnay de Valoa, and it's a pleasure to meet you, young man. ”

The king's gaze is not sharp, but it is direct. For some reason, in front of his eyes, Sinampei had a feeling that his heart was completely stripped and exposed to his gaze.

His heart sank, and he put away his contempt for this middle-aged uncle.

Previously, he only cared about analyzing the appearance of this king, but forgot about his profession!

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I'm Nampei Si. He bowed down on one knee and put his right hand on his chest in accordance with the standard capetian etiquette.