In retrospect, it was all so amazing.

The first time he met a beautiful woman at first sight in his garden, Bonaparte could even swear that he would marry this beauty as his wife.

For her sake, it's not a problem to give up other flowers and plants.

At that time, he was carried away by the sudden love, and he didn't think about why there was no one in his garden that day, and there were family guards around him.

If he hadn't known about a secret passage that had been built at some unknown time and had been abandoned, he wouldn't have been able to enter the garden at that point.

Subsequently, he met her.

She sat in the garden pavilion, on a chair surrounded by wisteria flowers, staring at the purple carefully cultivated by the Dutch royal family, as if thinking about something.

Perfect melon seed face, under the faint eyebrows is a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, and the pupils seem to change shape with the change of light.

The small nose seems to be carved from jade, and it blends perfectly with the crystal clear skin, and there is a slight sadness on the cheeks.

At that time, he should have realized the meaning of the pupil.

Even, he had seen her when he was a child.

It's just that at that time she was high with a gorgeous crown, and his duke's father led him to his knees in front of her, and he could barely see her boots when he was still young.

At that moment, he fell in love, not a game with these canaries now, but real love at first sight.

Then, desperately, he rushed over and confessed.

Then she was kicked out of the garden by Her Majesty the great Empress Margaret of her grandmother's generation, flew over the garden wall, and broke her leg.

Arrested by his own guards and with a broken leg, he was exiled to Vienna by his shocked father, and temporarily removed from the family for protection.

Even in retrospect, Bonaparte did not regret his confession.

To this day, His Majesty Margaret, who is more than a hundred years older than himself, is still the empress of the Holy Roman Empire.

Who said that the blood of the gods is so charming, and it will not age until death.

Even if Her Majesty Margaret I liked women, it was no secret for a long time.

It is said that several elders in his family once went to the lily palace of Her Majesty Margaret I as maids, and after returning, they were all unmarried.

The old nobles of the entire Holy Roman Empire wanted Her Majesty Margrethe I to give birth to an orthodox descendant of divine blood as soon as possible, but unfortunately Her Majesty the Great Empress is still unmarried.

Hey, it's all tears in retrospect.

It was that reckless confession that gave Bonaparte a glimpse of the strength of Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, one of the strongest people in the world.

That kind of almost invincible force, in the era of cold weapons, is simply a destroyer on the battlefield.

Even in this era when science was recognized as truth, there were still many scientists who believed that the blood of the Roman royal family came from the true gods.

Bonaparte himself was once one of the proponents of evolution, but after being kicked to heaven by His Majesty Margaret, he suddenly believed in God. ….

God and science are not opposites, and this is also the view of scientists who support the theory of divine evolution.

God is unknown and is a great being that we cannot comprehend.

The universe that we can observe is currently more than billions of light-years, and how small human beings are at this scale.

It is not surprising that human beings were born from God's creation.

It is better to say that only the power of God can make the human species, in countless accidents, step into the position of the ruler of the world.

We humans may never reach the realm of the gods, and even breaking out of the planet is a distant dream.

But we can believe in the existence of God, follow God's trajectory, and use it to know the concept of God, the truth of the world.

Science is the truth.

God is also the truth.

Science can't explain death, what the world is after death, and the means of observation we can't touch that field at all.

The more we study the truth of the world, the more we will discover the existence of a great will in the underworld.

That's God!

What Bonaparte believed was such a god, the face of truth that man may never be able to see.

At present, the only trace of the existence of the "god" he has come into contact with is the lover of his dreams, Her Majesty Queen Margrethe I.

Three months ago, there was another one.

At this moment, the opponent in front of him is a teenager from the nameless Bavarian town of Danube, a student of the Vienna Academy of Arts.

I still remember that three months ago, when this somewhat silent young man pushed open the door of his rented hospital and asked him if there was a room for rent here with an outdated advertisement, he still thought that this young man was just a temporary visitor in his life.

There are always people who can't stand him bringing canaries to this small courtyard every once in a while, and his temper is not good, and he doesn't like those poor artists, so he always doesn't hesitate to duel with them.

The result can be imagined, those poor artists duel with him who has the strength of a quasi-champion knight, and it is not like this to find death.

His champion knight physique alone could crush those artists.

Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, you go together, what am I afraid of Bonaparte!

He even said that as long as he could stand up for a fencing game with him, he would get half of the rent reduced.

Now that I think about it, it was a really happy time.

Until, Ludwig knocked on his door and said he was going to rent a house here.

Okay, let's fencing!

Hahaha!

Hahahaha, there are rookies!

What!

This guy!

Monsters, monsters!

The clown is actually myself!

Thinking of himself who had been bombasted and self-confident three months ago, Bonaparte could not look back.

However, it also gave him an idea of how big the world is.

Aside from His Majesty Margaret, who was his grandmother, the only person he lost was Ludwig.

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire is difficult for him to meet, but Ludwig is a relative and friend separated by a wall between himself and himself!

"It's been three months, and I've got a lot of good stuff for this fencing."

"I am not what I used to be!" ….

"Now that I'm in the ancient Roman era, I'm definitely a big man at the level of the captain of His Majesty the Emperor's Praetorian Guard!"

What gave Bonaparte confidence was the secret medicine and equipment that he had bought with the money he had obtained from selling it several more times after losing to Ludwig several times.

The only transcendent bloodline in this world that is recognized is the orthodox divine blood of the Roman royal family, and the ceiling of ordinary humans is the champion knight, that is, the champion of the royal tournament.

However, the human thirst for power never stops.

Whether it was in the ancient Roman era or the solar era, how to break through the limits of human beings was a subject funded by countless nobles.

This is how the "secret medicine" was born, a medicine that can greatly increase combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

It doesn't matter if it's science, divine blood, or alchemy, as long as it can achieve the goal and is confirmed to be effective, it is all called a "secret medicine".

In addition, good weapons and equipment are also not outdated at any time.

For example, the bust on Bonaparte's body at this moment is not only extremely light, but also has the toughness to resist the penetration of spears, using the results of the latest alchemy, and the price is more expensive than the same weight of gold.

Ludwig had really misunderstood, and he informed him that he had not gone to spend the night in the streets of Nightingale, but that he had gone to have a tryst with some rich noblewoman.

In order to scrape together the money to buy this light blue bust, he pedaled ten boats for this purpose, and finally collapsed in the alley from exhaustion

, was found by Ludwig and picked up.

The cross sword in his hand now is a fine product of the ancient Roman era, a weapon used by the god-blood member of the family, and he secretly asked someone to take it out of his home.

If this sword is lost, he may have his leg broken again by his father, the Duke of the Netherlands.

In these three months, it was none other than Ludwig in front of him who caused him to be penniless and his breakfast money was gone.

This fight, after the defeat of fencing a month ago, he had been looking forward to it for too long.

He is twenty-two years old this year, and he is at the peak of his life with the most energy and physical strength, and because of the thin royal blood, this peak can be maintained until he is about seventy years old.

He said that he was not boastful of being the commander of the scarab guard in ancient Rome, but was recognized by the teachers of the military academy he studied.

The technology used in this armor did not exist in ancient Rome, and with his thin royal branch bloodline, it was more than enough to be selected into the Scarab Guard.

With more qualifications, winning a few royal tournaments, marrying a princess, and becoming the head of the regiment is not a luxury.

It's a pity that this is not the time of Ancient Rome!

Rather, it was the Sunny Age of the coexistence of the Holy Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire, an era of rapid development of science and the gradual loss of world dominance by the aristocracy.

Even in this era, his thin royal branch blood still brought him a lot of money and funding, as well as canaries to give him arms.

He knew what they wanted, and he took what he wanted.

Only Ludwig is different.

Standing in front of Ludwig again, Bonaparte felt a certain sense of suffocation. ….

He had never actually seen Ludwig swing his sword, and he probably couldn't imagine what a terrifying sense of oppression it was.

Fortunately, the armor on his body, which combines science and alchemy, gave him confidence.

I can do it!

In the current era, scientists are constantly discovering new technologies and truths.

So, I'm already stronger than the captain of the Guards in ancient Rome!

Today, I'm going to prove that I have what it takes to match my ambitions!

At that moment, Bonaparte, the playboy who usually giggled and laughed, disappeared.

Standing in front of Ludwig was a true knight.

Even in the era of science, he still does not forget his original intention and hones his knightly skills to the peak of the realm.

………………

In the imperial palace in Vienna, on the tower dozens of meters high, a girl with fluffy gold ears on her head suddenly let out a "huh" and set her eyes on a small courtyard dozens of kilometers away.

This is the newest astronomical tower in the Vienna Imperial Palace, which has a height of nearly 80 meters before it is fully completed, and is expected to exceed 100 meters when it is completed.

It is one of the newest wonders of the art capital of Vienna and will be the tallest building in Vienna.

The person who was able to set up a telescope on the top floor of the unfinished observatory and enjoy the scenery of the entire art capital was a distinguished guest from the Eastern Roman Empire.

Anastasia, one of only three members of the Roman royal blood in this world.

At her side was the Archduke of Austria, one of the most important ministers of the Holy Roman Empire.

And today, the respected Archduke Karl I of Austria is only an escort.

Because by Princess Anastasia's side, there is also a higher and more noble woman.

Margaret, Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, the last Princess of the Purple Hall of Ancient Rome, and the master of half of the world's continents.

"What's wrong, little Thea?"

She looked at her little niece, Princess Anastasia, with doting eyes, not at all like the feeling she had when she wanted to crush her brother Roman I.

Without Roman I, there would have been no World War of White Phosphorus, and the thousand-year-old Rome would still be in the hands of her, the orthodox princess of the Purple Hall.

The world is Roman, it was, it is, and it will be.

For a hundred years after the end of the World War of White Phosphorus, she turned a blind eye to the diplomatic pleas of her savage brother Roman I.

Until, Princess Anastasia was born.

She looked at Anastasia's picture over and over again, and she couldn't help but feel an incomparably strong urge in her heart.

That fluffy cat's ears and tail are so much to be touched!

This is probably the collective memory rooted in the bloodline of all Roman royal gods, and there is no resistance to this golden *** ear and tail.

The children of the royal family, who grew up listening to the stories of the great ancestor "Caesar Octavian Julius Augustus Constantine" since childhood, dreamed of being able to touch the real golden *** ears and tail.

Historically, as long as there are golden ears or cat tails, the children of the god-blood royal family are born, and they will be touched from childhood to adulthood. ….

Even those five big and three coarse princes of the Tsarist Russian Imperial State have zero immunity to this, and every year the imperial council will fight for the power of the sacred cat's ear.

After learning of Anastasia's existence, the unprecedented Margaret I seriously considered whether to go to the Eastern Roman Empire once to see her little niece.

In the end, because of the rejection of his stupid and savage brother, he did not make a foreign visit, but agreed with him to meet in Vienna, the capital of what is now Austria.

Even so, this was an unprecedented event in the diplomatic history of the Holy Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire, which made many diplomats say that "the world has changed".

It was also true that Empress Margaret, who had seen her little niece Anastasia with her own eyes, doted on her more than the boorish Roman I.

Almost enough, the two god-blood emperors fought over Anastasia, triggering World War II.

According to the recollections of the two important ministers who persuaded the two countries at the time, after touching Princess Anastasia's cat ear, Her Majesty Margaret fell in love with it and openly proposed to adopt the little niece and designate her as the heir to the Holy Roman Empire.

As long as she agreed, she would no longer pursue her brother Roman I's betrayal of the Roman royal family.

As soon as this statement came out, it can be described as an earth-shattering shock, and even Roman I, who has always been called a barbaric tyrant, was dumbfounded.

"This is my daughter, Margaret!"

"Roman, how can you raise a good daughter, this is obviously the legitimate heir to the Roman royal family."

"With your temperament, Anastasia will only be raised by you as a female tyrant!"

"Duel!"

"Okay, I also want to see how much weaker you have become after more than a hundred years, don't think I don't know, after you became the emperor, you didn't have much time to practice Roman swordsmanship!"

"How good can you be, stay in your lily palace all day, you have long forgotten how to fight!"

It was still the important ministers on both sides who were desperately fighting, and they almost committed suicide to stop these two unstoppable God Blood Emperors from fighting.

Well, there was no written record of anything about the meeting afterwards, as if there had never been a dispute at all.

As a result of the peace talks, Princess Anastasia quietly travels to Vienna, the artistic capital of the Holy Roman Empire, every year to meet her aunt Margaret.

Both sides intended for Princess Anastasia to inherit the orthodox Roman royal family, but the orthodox Rome that Margaret considered was the Holy Roman Empire, and the orthodox Rome that Roman I considered was the Eastern Roman Empire.

Because of the relationship between the gods and bloodlines, both sides will have a lot of time to reign, so in the end, it was decided that Anastasia herself would decide which side of the throne to inherit.

It can only be said that the divine blood bloodline, which can live past one hundred and fifty years old casually, can really do whatever he wants.

"Auntie, is there a duel over there?"

Anastasia adjusted her telescope, magnified it, and pointed with great interest to a small courtyard by the Danube River in Vienna.

"I'll take a look, is it that rude little guy from Louie?"

"It doesn't look like a duel, it's a fencing competition." ….

"You all come and see, this little guy seems to have stolen all the heirloom treasures of the family."

Margaret, who once had some memories of this bold Louis descendant, smiled slightly, and beckoned several big nobles around her to come and look at this little guy who was a little unsuccessful in the eyes of others.

Her Majesty Empress Margaret and Princess Anastasia were among the great figures of the Holy Roman Empire.

They all used their own binoculars to focus on the ordinary little courtyard.

Soon, they all recognized the disgrace of the Dutch duke's family, the unlucky bastard who was exiled to Vienna.

"Oh, it's not like the rumors, little Louis looks like a knight."

"Indeed, this posture is extraordinary, and it can be seen that it has been tempered a lot."

"In the past, he was also a champion knight."

Ginger is old and spicy, and the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, who were able to visit this unfinished observatory, saw the true skills of Louis Bonaparte.

The child of the Duchess Duke soon came into everyone's field of vision.

Judging by the tone of His Majesty Margaret, it seems that he has forgotten about the impudent offense of this little fellow, and even somewhat appreciates the way he is now?

Indeed, that knight stance is not something that ordinary people can use.

Even if you observe it with a telescope from a distance of tens of kilometers, you can feel the huge oppressive force.

The Netherlands was once known as the "coachman of the sea", and its fleet was once the largest in the Roman Empire.

Even with the advent of the age of science and the retirement of sail warships, the Netherlands remained a maritime power and an indispensable and important member of the Holy Roman Empire.

"It seems that this kid has learned from the pain after that offense, why don't you give him a chance?"

"His grades are also good at the Vienna Military Academy, why is he also a lieutenant after graduation, why don't you recommend some children to try it with him?"

"This little guy really gave people a big surprise before he knew it."

"I heard that his relationship with women is a bit complicated, and he is mixed with some low-level nobles."

"It's all a small thing, young people make mistakes."

"Her Majesty Margaret doesn't mind."

In a few words, Louis Bonaparte, an almost forgotten marginal exile, returned to the vision of high society.

His own blood was noble, and it was only for offending the noble, sacrosanct Holy Roman Empire, Her Majesty the Empress, that he was exiled.

If nothing else, he will have to enter the army and be polished for ten years, or even longer, and maybe wait until His Majesty Margaret dies before he has a chance to return to high society.

In the years when there was no war, promotion in the army was not so easy, so he worked so hard to train his knightly skills, win over the inferior nobles, and seek an upward step for himself.

Now, unbeknownst to Bonaparte, it was just a curious glance from Anastasia, a casual remark from Her Majesty Empress Margaret, and the opportunity he had always dreamed of had appeared.

At this moment, he was still pouring all his essence into his Fran Divine Sword.

Although it is called Excalibur, it is actually a fine cross sword made of special metal that cannot be replicated now, and is famous for being the blood ancestor of the Duke's family five hundred years ago.

The sword is one meter three long, very light, and can easily tear through the opponent's armor when wielded.

It is an antique, and it is also a sharp weapon in the era of cold weapons that can be called a divine sword.

"I'm going to attack first!"

Taking a deep breath, Bonaparte threw away all distractions and rushed out of the door with the last bottle of secret medicine he drank before leaving the door, giving him the speed and strength that briefly surpassed that of humans.

The power of divine blood is countless alchemy

Warlocks, the subject of scientists' research.

The power of this bottle of secret medicine can surpass the upper limit of human beings in about five minutes, and touch the edge of the divine blood realm.

Muscle cap, break through!

Nerve response ceiling, breakthrough!

Heart rate limit, break through!

A steady stream of energy is stimulated from the body.

So wonderful, so powerful!

Well, it's the top secret medicine, and it's worth the money.

In the future, be sure to buy a bottle of constant backup to save your life.

Ludwig, I'm coming!.

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