"Whew!"

"Hah!"

Accompanied by the sound of Bonaparte's breathing, the air around him produced a sound similar to that of a tidal wave.

"It's the Hailan Sword Technique that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Duke's family, the inheritance of that Divine Blood Sword Saint!"

"Unexpectedly, this little guy is only in his twenties, and he has already cultivated the family heirloom Hailan swordsmanship to this level."

"There's no limit to the future, little Louie."

The Grand Dukes on the observatory were all important ministers of Her Majesty Empress Margaret, dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, and they could see at a glance the current state of Bonaparte.

Hailan swordsmanship is the top swordsmanship created by the god-blood royal family of the Dutch Grand Duke hundreds of years ago.

This god-blood royal family also had the opportunity to become a generation of "Caesar Octavian Eurius Augustus Constantine", but he voluntarily gave up his identity as the successor and spent his life traveling on the continent of Europa and practicing swordsmanship.

Eventually, he became one of the most famous swordsmen in the history of Old Rome and the guardian of the royal family.

The Fran sword he used has also become a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Dutch Grand Duke's family.

At this moment, Bonaparte's cross-sword offensive posture is exactly the secret of the Duchess family, or the mystery that ordinary people cannot learn no matter how they learn.

Heilan swordsmanship's basic requirements for the human body have broken through the limits of the human body.

Only a top aristocratic kid like Bonaparte, who has a thin Roman royal branch blood in his body, can withstand the load of this top-notch swordsmanship through countless exercises.

Even among the dozen or so Grand Dukes present, there were very few who were proficient in the Roman swordsmanship of this realm.

In times of peace, being able to cultivate the secret tradition of Roman swordsmanship to this level is a testament to Bonaparte's incomparably strong will.

"Speaking of which, I have a young daughter who is not engaged."

"Haha, I have a couple of nieces too."

"Little Louis, it's really hidden, if it wasn't for Princess Anastasia to be discovered this time, I'm afraid he was going to wait until the graduation ceremony of the Vienna Military Academy to show his true strength."

"This kind of combat power, the sword competition is simply the first in crushing."

The Archduke of Austria, the Archduke of Rhine, the Archduke of Ireland, and the Archduke of Scotland are full of praise for the little Louis of the Duke's house, and a new star seems to be rising.

What they didn't notice was that she didn't know when, Her Majesty Empress Margrethe I of the Holy Roman Empire never spoke again, but watched the duel in that small courtyard with all her attention.

Princess Anastasia was the same, fiddling with her binoculars, trying to make the image clearer.

The Grand Dukes were stunned, and hurriedly used their respective binoculars to look at it together.

Flash!

Raising his strength to the limit, the whole person was like a spring that could no longer be compressed, and Bonaparte unleashed the strongest sword of his life at Ludwig.

Straight sword, slash down!

The Cross Sword is the most basic and powerful move.

This sword contains all the beliefs of Louis Bonaparte, history.

From childhood to adulthood, I longed for the legendary hero, the founder of the ancient Roman Empire, "Caesar Octavius Eurius Augustus Constantine". ….

When she met Her Majesty Margaret, the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, she was at a loss after truly seeing the strength of the divine blood bloodline, and then she was even more determined to become stronger.

The power of science has broken the limits of human beings in the past.

No wonder those scientists say that the history of science is a great romance and epic, a hymn to human courage.

There was a scorched mark on the ground, the mark left by Bonaparte's acceleration to the limit of his slash.

The Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire on the observatory all witnessed Bonaparte's lightning blow.

That has gone far beyond the limits of the human body and broken through to another realm.

Whatever means Bonaparte used to do so, it was enough to move these important ministers of the Holy Roman Empire.

Even with the advent of the age of science, individual force will hardly be the decisive factor on the battlefield.

But the heroism, fearlessness, and self-confidence represented by knights are still the qualities that human society aspires to.

This point will not change in the past, will not change now, and will not change in the future.

What Bonaparte showed to the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire was the most orthodox Roman swordplay.

At this moment, he was not fighting alone, one champion knight after another coincided with him, bringing this Roman swordsmanship to the fullest.

The winner is decided!

Is little Louie practicing his family's Hailan swordsmanship?

It's so fast!

"Ding!"

The Roman Empire was spun and flew into the sky by the sword of Fran, which was praised by countless people, and finally inserted into the wall next to it.

Bonaparte drank the secret medicine, turned on the breathing method, and put on the top new armor The burly body also flew together, ascending into the sky at a speed of seventy yards, and then fell fiercely into the pond in the courtyard.

All this happened in less than a second, so much so that the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, who were about to applaud Little Louis, felt as if they were petrified.

"Smack! Smack!"

On the contrary, the maids, whose eyesight was far inferior to that of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, clapped their palms a few times without knowing the truth.

When they realized that something was not quite right, they were at a loss.

"What the hell happened?"

"I didn't see clearly, what about you?"

"Me too, so what's going on?"

The turn came so suddenly that several elderly Grand Dukes rubbed their eyes, unable to believe that it was little Louis who was defeated.

Bonaparte, who finally performed that direct slash, has broken through the limits of the human body!

And it's still the family heirloom Fran sword.

Why, how did you lose?

It's still the kind where even people with swords are knocked away and go straight to the sky.

"Awesome, really awesome!"

"What is the origin of that young man on the other side, which descendant of the Grand Duke's family?"

"No, I'm sure we don't have such a number one on our side of the Holy Roman Empire! I'm afraid I came from the Eastern Roman Empire to study."

Of the dozen or so Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, only three really saw how Louis Bonaparte lost.

The lightning-like sword was lightly picked up by the black-haired youth, and with a turn, it completely lost its indomitable strength. ….

Then, the black-haired young man reversed his wrist and, like picking a kitten, sent the heavily armed Bonaparte into the sky.

Not only that, but a few slight turns of the wrist in the process stunned Bonaparte, and he couldn't even hold the Fran Excalibur in his hand.

This process takes place in less than a second.

People who do not have enough dynamic vision cannot see what is happening at this moment at all.

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence - Bonaparte was crushed.

The gap between him and the black-haired young man opposite in terms of swordsmanship level was so big that it couldn't be regarded as a practice, and he was completely looking for abuse by himself.

And so it is.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

"I saw a black lotus ......"

Bonaparte, whose body had been strengthened by the secret medicine, crawled out of the pond in the courtyard in embarrassment, and crumbled to grasp the Fran Excalibur that had been knocked into the wall.

Looking at the figure with aquatic plants on his head reflected in the sharp Flan Excalibur, Bonaparte began to doubt life again.

"That's not right!"

"I obviously drank the secret medicine, and I also brought all the Fran Excalibur at home, why was you still killed in seconds, Ludwig!"

"Tell me honestly, Ludwig, you are a royal son of the Eastern Roman Empire

Brother, is your father's name Roman?"

At the observatory, a secretary who was good at lip reading retold Bonaparte's words in full.

"It turned out to be a secret medicine, it seems to be a good secret medicine, flying so high and falling can still be alive."

"Even if he uses the secret medicine, he can withstand the power of the secret medicine and exert the effect perfectly, little Louis is very powerful."

"What the secret medicine can raise is the upper limit, and if you don't cultivate to the limit of the human body, you will kill yourself if you drink it."

"Go back and ask little Louis which school of his secret medicine was concocted."

"This must almost have the strength of an earl."

For the secret medicine used by Bonaparte, many archdukes were very interested.

However, they are more concerned about the sacredness of this "Ludwig".

"Ludwig, little Thea, is that your brother?"

"On the Eastern Roman Empire, when did such a swordsman come out."

"This is already close to the transcendent realm, he is a top master below the divine blood bloodline, I don't know how many secret pills I drank to reach this realm.

"But he looks younger than little Louis, how can such a genius be nameless?"

Like Bonaparte, there was not a single Grand Duke of the Holy Roman Empire who saw Ludwig's sword skills that he was not shocked.

In this world, the only known transcendent bloodline is the divine blood of the orthodox Roman royal family.

There are some things that are never written in the history books.

The upper limit of ordinary people is pitifully low, even if they cultivate swordsmanship to the peak, at most they are at the level of champion knights.

Only the children of the nobility who have the blood of the Roman royal family in their bodies can hope to break through the champion knights and reach a higher realm.

Before the first Roman emperor "Caesar Octavius Julius Augustus Constantine" was born, there was no way to break through the limits of human beings.

It wasn't until the golden-eared emperor conquered Europa, that is, the entire world of human civilization at that time, that people began to find a way to break through that boundary. ….

That's right, "Caesar Octavian Eurius Augustus Constantine" himself is the beginning of all transcendence.

It was only after his bloodline branched out in this world that people realized the power of the divine blood.

The descendants of the Roman Emperor who inherited the divine blood, even if it was only part of the divine blood factor, were born to live longer, healthier, and stronger than ordinary people.

Only human beings with this kind of bloodline can infinitely approach the transcendental, that is, the divine bloodline, by constantly improving the power of their bloodline.

Based on thousands of years of research, actual combat, and the sacrifices of generations of noble children who did not hesitate to use their bodies as experiments to drink various secret medicines in order to get ahead, human beings have gradually explored several stages from the limit of mortals to the transcendent.

According to the division of the nobility in the Europa tradition, it is roughly divided into four stages.

Baronial - Initially break through the limits of human beings and master extremely rare and extraordinary characteristics.

At the age of twenty-two, Bonaparte reached this realm and cultivated the Heilan swordsmanship that had been passed down from generation to generation.

Earl level - proficient in the power of his own bloodline, with the help of the power of the secret medicine can reach the unimaginable speed and strength, this is the end that most non-royal blood children can reach.

Bonaparte, who was armed with Fran's sword and drank the secret potion, was in this realm, and many of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire basically stopped there.

Marquis - a very small number of children of the Roman Imperial royal family, as well as a side branch bloodline with a super high talent for the adaptability of the secret medicine to break through to this realm, the secret medicine and the bloodline need to be perfectly matched, and both are indispensable.

Duke-level - basically just a legendary example, the old Roman Empire has not produced a few in a thousand years, it is theoretically the closest to the god's blood bloodline, and some people call it the god's blood that has failed to awaken.

These four stages are also known as the ladder of God.

Further up, there is the only transcendent - the blood of the Roman gods.

This is the time of the ancient Roman Empire that has been passed down to the present day

, a rule recognized by the entire high society.

Mortals, always just mortals, have the bloodline of the god blood factor is different.

This is not a legend, but one of the truths of this world.

Without the Divine Blood Factor, it would be impossible to step into the pseudo-transcendent, with a lifespan beyond ordinary people and a potential close to the extraordinary.

That's why Mary and Vanessa's sisters are so eager to get Bonaparte's children, which is extremely rare to fall into the bloodline of the down-and-out royal family in the civilian area.

In the eyes of many grand dukes, the swordsmanship of a strange young man named Ludwig can no longer be described as "excellent".

It was the top swordsmanship in this world, and it was almost close to the level of the ancient Roman Empire's sword master.

Bonaparte used the sword saint-level swordsmanship created by this one, and he couldn't use it at all without an earl-level body.

At least in the eyes of these Holy Roman Archdukes, it was.

They didn't notice the trembling hands of Her Majesty Queen Margaret of the Holy Roman Empire.

It wasn't because of nervousness, but because of some kind of unbeatable thrill.

Juggernaut ......

She muttered to herself, and only her little niece, Princess Anastasia, heard the word. ….

The higher you stand, the farther you can see.

Among the important ministers around her, the strongest is only the level of a marquis, so she naturally thinks that Ludwig's swordsmanship is probably at the level of a duke.

According to the classification level of this world above the limit of human beings, the Duke is the limit that can be reached beyond the blood and blood of the gods.

If it is not divine blood, it cannot become extraordinary after all, with a long-lasting body, and a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years easily.

The ranking of the powerhouses in this world, before the arrival of the scientific era, was almost all dominated by the blood of the gods.

Now Roman I of the Eastern Roman Empire is the strongest, followed by Empress Margaret of the Holy Roman Empire, and then the future Princess Anastasia.

Under the blood of the gods, they are the masters of the duke-level, and they are basically the great nobles who have inherited the royal blood of ancient Rome.

The bloodline is orthodoxy, and the bloodline is the truth, which is also the influence of the god's blood and bloodline engraved in the whole world.

Well, some deviant new Roman federation doesn't count.

"Let's guess what kind of Ludwig this Ludwig is."

"Even if it's an illegitimate child, it's terrifying to have the swordsmanship of beating an earl at a young age."

"Roman!"

"Roman!"

"Roman!"

"Well, I think the same thing."

The answers of a dozen Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire hardly differed at all.

This kind of powerful bloodline, duke-level swordsmanship, is unknown in the Holy Roman Empire, and it can only be the bloodline of a barbaric tyrant.

Hey, our Majesty, why don't you know a little accommodation?

We can't say anything about your Lily Palace, you should at least leave a true Purple Hall orthodox prince to the great Holy Roman Empire!

It would be better if it were of Austrian (Ireland) (Rhine) (German) (French) descendants.

There are a lot of good guys on our side, no matter what you want, you can choose.

That barbaric tyrant Roman I, the illegitimate son is said to have more than fifty, and there may be more unknown.

Nine times out of ten, this Ludwig is one of them, yes.

Coincidentally, once again, Bonaparte, who was almost like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill, thought the same.

"Ludwig, when you were a child, you didn't meet an uncle with a big beard who looked like a stuffy bear?"

"He looks like a northerner, and no matter how many times you see him, it's scary."

"He must not have expected that your talent in swordsmanship would be so high."

I almost didn't name a certain surname

The tyrant emperor of the great northern powers.

"I don't know what you're talking about, are you going to continue?"

Ludwig looked at Bonaparte, who had always asked himself if he had any northern relatives since his first fencing.

He was picked up by his parents from the Far East and grew up in a small Bavarian town, never even leaving the town before coming to Vienna, the capital of the arts.

What northern beard, what woolly bear, where does he look like a northern people?

If Bonaparte hadn't been well acquainted with the landlord and promised him a reduction in rent as long as he accompanied him to fencing at least once a month, he would not have played such a simple game with him. ….

Yes, in Ludwig's eyes, this is the game.

Because, Bonaparte, was weak, worse than the panther who seemed to have been infected with something bad and ran out of the mountains.

At the age of fourteen, he killed the leopard that had infiltrated his garden, killing him in one move.

Bonaparte's current strength is probably only about three-quarters of the leopard.

Swordsmanship is no longer the kind of thing that is high up in the era of cold weapons.

All kinds of big classes, small classes, and study classes that teach swordsmanship abound, even in Vienna, the capital of art.

The secret swordsmanship of the past, except for some royal level sword saint swordsmanship, has long been rotten on the street, and everyone can learn it.

It's just that whether you learn or not is another matter.

Now the mainstream of war is steam machinery, steam guns, railways and chariots, airships and fire oil incendiary bombs.

Yes, incendiary bombs are back in the limelight, but not the frenzied white phosphorus incendiary bombs, but the more traditional fire oil incendiary bombs.

At the very least, the flames of such incendiary bombs are controllable and do not cause huge pollution to the ecology.

Combined with steam guns and bullets, the steam chariot became the main standard weapon of the Holy Roman Empire, the Eastern Roman Empire, and the New Roman Federation.

This is the time when steam triumphed over knights and swords, the age of science.

Ludwig's swordsmanship came from some of his innate talents.

It was probably the first time he got lost in the forest when he was a child, and when he was entangled by a wild wolf, he naturally realized it and killed the wild wolf with a branch that he broke off casually.

As he grew up, his swordsmanship talent also improved automatically, as naturally as if he were breathing.

When he first came to Vienna, the capital of art, he also thought about whether he should make a living by his swordsmanship, and as a result, all the swordsmanship halls in Vienna strictly required aristocratic blood.

Ludwig, whose parents were just commoners, did not even qualify for the exams.

The influence of blood is everywhere, and this is even written into the law, and everyone recognizes this fact.

Ludwig's father, John, who was born into a family of lords, was not even qualified to know the order behind this world.

is still a fine arts major, and he doesn't pay attention to any blood background, no wonder his father and mother recommended him to come to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

Ludwig, who was picked up from the Far East, grew up to the age of eighteen in such a simple and ordinary town, and then came to Vienna, the center of European art.

"You don't know how you grew up."

"You're so strong, you should realize that you can't be an ordinary person!"

Bonaparte looked at his friend, Ludwig, a student of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

In terms of artistic talent, you may have some, but that is, you are better than ordinary people, and there is still hope for an ordinary art academy.

If you want to enter the Vienna Academy of Arts, the crown jewel of the Empire, you must have a letter of recommendation from Her Majesty the Holy Roman Empire.

But when it comes to swordsmanship, relatives and friends, I drank the secret medicine that made me sell myself to several enthusiastic ladies for the price, and secretly took the Fran sword in the family to fight you! ….

In this battle, every second is burning money!

But you knocked me away with a wooden sword that you used for practice!

I, Louis Bonaparte, am so shameless!

No, the effect of the secret medicine is still going on, and it must not be wasted!

"Come again!"

"I'm going to see where my limits are!"

"This is the future Duke, no, the pride of the King of the Netherlands!"

Three seconds later!

"Ding!" A bang.

Many of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire were treated to another trapeze performance.

This time, Bonaparte soaked in the icy water of the pond for a full minute before crawling out of the pool exhausted.

If it weren't for this small pool in the yard, if he directly smashed his face on the ground, his face would probably be gone.

Well, although he has died in front of many elders now, he still doesn't know it.

Looking blankly at the still sharp Fran Excalibur on the wall, and the feeling of weakness that the power of the secret medicine in his body began to fade, Bonaparte really couldn't help but doubt life.

Do I really have a talent for swordsmanship?

Why, the family heirloom Hailan swordsmanship was used so badly by me.

Fran Excalibur is crying!

Why, there are so many droplets of water on the cheeks reflected in this blade.

Today's pond, it's so cold.

"Hahaha, look at little Louie crying."

"He's been shattered."

"There is also a limit to the power of the secret potion, and Louis is beginning to doubt life."

"Little Louie, come on!"

For a while, looking at Louis Bonaparte, who was hiding his face and crying, the unfinished observatory was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

However, after laughing, these archdukes of the Holy Roman Empire had a higher opinion of Bonaparte.

"It's not Louie's fault, seriously, it could have been worse when we were younger."

"Ludwig's men showed mercy, apparently deliberately flying little Louis into the pond."

"In the face of opponents of this level, it is already remarkable that little Louis can still stand up."

"This Ludwig, what a monster!"

"Roman, definitely Roman's illegitimate son, that guy is a northern beast who can't control his lower body."

"Ludwig, this is the name of a German region, Wilhelm, it doesn't have anything to do with your family, does it?"

Bonaparte, who had suffered a fiasco, received good reviews, not to mention Ludwig, who killed Bonaparte in seconds, and almost everyone was talking about this swordsmanship genius who was discovered by chance.

No, it's almost impossible to describe as a swordsmanship genius!

Even in the old Roman era, I had never heard of such a young duke-level swordsman!

Duke Wilhelm of Germany racked his brains to find memories related to this "Ludwig" from the family genealogy.

This name is a very common name in Bavaria.

Because among the masters of Bavaria, there are several generations of Archduke Ludwig, which can be regarded as one of the branches of the orthodox Roman royal bloodline.

Even if he now told Archduke Wilhelm that this Ludwig was the future king of Bavaria, he would not be surprised.

The Holy Roman Empire, with its bloodline supreme, is the glory of inheriting the orthodoxy of the Roman Purple Hall, but it is not comparable to the barbarians of the Tsarist Russian Imperial State who came out of the barren land. ….

If it weren't for the fact that Roman I was indeed the blood of the Roman gods, all the old nobles of Europa would never have recognized the existence of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Only Rome is the master of the world, and you can betray the Roman royal family, but you must not betray Rome.

As for the new Roman Federation, you dare to call yourself a Roman without even a god bloodline, pure clown.

This was admitted even by the nobles of the Eastern Roman Empire themselves.

A hundred years of marriage, so that the Roman god blood factor also branched out in the Tsarist Russian Imperial State, Luo

Mann I is indispensable.

No matter what era, no matter how far science has developed, as long as the Roman divine bloodline is still the only transcendent bloodline, this rule will never change.

The world belongs to man, and the world belongs to Rome.

At this moment, Ludwig was recognized by the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire because of his duke-level swordsmanship.

It's your own people.

Little Louis was really lucky to find such a good opponent.

"Auntie, is that the so-called duke?"

On the other side, Princess Anastasia whispered to her aunt.

With the same divine blood bloodline, there are probably only three people in this world who can see what Ludwig's swordsmanship is.

And the two of them happen to be together, which can be described as providence.

As one of the only three gods in this life, Princess Anastasia is no longer a child.

At the age of fifteen, she was also the first successor to the Holy Roman Empire, the Eastern Roman Empire, and some even thought that she might be the only hope for the revival of the great Roman Empire.

In a few decades, after the death of Her Majesty Roman in the Eastern Roman Empire and Her Majesty Margaret in the Holy Roman Empire, she is the one most likely to heal the rift between the two Roman Empires and reunify the world.

Whether it is the Eastern Roman Empire or the Holy Roman Empire, there are people who are active for this.

As long as the world is united, there will naturally be no more possibility of any world war.

The tragedy of the white phosphorus world war a hundred years ago must not happen again.

"Duke...... That kind of thing never existed."

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire shook her head and told her little niece, Princess Anastasia, the truth.

The so-called duke level was not promoted by drinking secret medicine, but the bloodline of the Roman royal family who failed to fully awaken the divine blood.

The characteristic is that only when the battle intent is at its peak, the pupils will appear in a slightly unnatural straight line, and the maximum duration is only five seconds.

That is, in those five seconds, the duke-level was in a state that was extremely close to the divine blood bloodline, and in essence, it was actually the divine blood bloodline that failed to deteriorate.

From baron to marquis, it is the upper limit of what the bloodline of the royal branch can be raised.

The duke, on the other hand, is a very rare bloodline that has not been able to wake up and has fallen downward.

"Hey, and who is that Ludwig?"

Princess Anastasia looked at the other side of the telescope with surprised eyes.

"Well, don't tell anyone else, I'm afraid he's not just a god blood deterioration, maybe it's really your brother." ….

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, he has surpassed the Duke level and is a true Sword Saint level."

Juggernaut, the highest glory of knights in old Roman times.

Only a few geniuses who have voluntarily given up the inheritance of the Divine Blood Bloodline and are obsessed with knightly cultivation and discovered the power of their own Divine Blood Bloodline have reached the realm.

"It can be said that he has already stepped into the realm of divine blood with one foot, but his physical strength is not enough to exert the full power of that swordsmanship."

"Divine Blood Realm?"

"This ...... Doesn't that mean ......?"

Anastasia's mind was a little confused, because what the Divine Blood Realm represented, it was something that even the most ordinary civilians knew.

"So, he might be your brother."

"Your savage father is the one who would do such a thing, and he doesn't care about the woman's wishes, savage bear!"

Speaking of which, Her Majesty Margaret, the great Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, had a black line on her face.

She fought a duel with her brother Roman in the Colosseum that was later destroyed in the First World War of White Phosphorus.

In terms of speed and agility, she has the advantage.

Roman, on the other hand, has stronger defense and strength.

In the end, it was a scoundrel war that was almost wiped out

Beat her.

"Fourth Divine Blood Bloodline?"

Anastasia's voice trembled a little, this was enough to shock the world.

"No, not a complete pureblood, and maybe he won't be able to become a true godblood for the rest of his life."

"However, his swordsmanship has indeed reached the realm of the Sword Master."

Margaret shook her head and spoke her judgment.

Historically, there have indeed been similar dukes.

He was born with a god's bloodline, but because he was burned by the fire that ignited the city of Rome when he was a child, he lost some of his god's blood characteristics and was eventually demoted to the duke level.

This kid should be in a similar situation, so he can have this kind of Sword Saint-level talent, but it is not a real divine blood bloodline.

How the hell did that bastard of Roman I raise children, it's great that Anastasia can grow up well!

"Ding!"

With a final sound, the power of the elixir was exhausted, and Bonaparte flew through the air for the third time, sinking into the water to contemplate life.

Where do people come from and where are they going?

The water, so deep, so deep.

Boom!

Oh no, I'm drowning!

Bonaparte danced and shouted for help.

Ludwig shrugged his shoulders and pulled out the Fran Excalibur that had been inserted into the wall with a gentle swing.

A sword wind cut through the pond and sent Bonaparte, who had fallen into the water, to shore.

The Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire, who saw this scene, were collectively silent.

Duke-level swordsmanship, is there such a strong one?

Swinging the sword is out of the sword qi, this is obviously to the transcendent realm, okay!

"This kid has the posture of a sword saint."

"The future is promising."

Margaret smiled appropriately and gave her own evaluation.

"Juggernaut?"

"This kind of swordsmanship is the legendary transcendental!"

"Like Her Majesty Margaret, the tyrant?"

In this world, few people can really see the appearance of extraordinary power.

Because except for a rare situation, the Divine Blood Bloodline does not need to use extraordinary strength at all to defeat all opponents. ….

The Roman royal family also concealed this matter intentionally or unintentionally, so in the eyes of mortals, the biggest feature of the Roman god's blood and bloodline is health and longevity.

Only some of the great families with a long history know that the millennia of Roman rule was not just based on Greek fire and scarab guards.

The Roman Emperor "Caesar Octavius Julius Augustus Constantine" himself was one of Rome's greatest trump cards.

Historically, the story of the beheading of the first "Caesar Octavius Julius Augustus Constantine" is not a legend, but a real war.

A great epic that conquers the world with extraordinary power.

It wasn't until the demonic weapon of the White Phosphorus Incendiary Bomb was invented by scientists that the complete domination of the world by the god's blood and bloodline came to an end.

"Strong ...... It's too strong......

"Unbelievably powerful ......"

"Ludwig, this name is destined to shock the world in the future."

"How could he and little Louis live in such a poor place, hurry up and check, no matter how depressed they are, they can't do this!"

Juggernaut is one of the highest praises for a person, both in the Old Roman era and in the Double Roman era (the New Roman Confederation was not considered to be Rome).

Her Majesty Empress Margaret's words made the students of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, who are still unknown, destined to embark on another path in life.

Well, Ludwig, the protagonist at this time, didn't know that the upheaval in his life was coming.

He was still worried about next month's rent, and Louis Fencing could indeed reduce the rent, but the remaining money was still a big number.

Sure enough, let's go hunting, right?

It is said that every inch of the Vienna Forest in Austria belonged to the Austrian Archduke of the Holy Roman Empire.

But as long as I go quietly, come back quietly, and sell my prey quietly, it should be fine.

Ludwig thought to himself, tomorrow was the weekend, and he could sneak out.

Wild meat is still very valuable, and the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire loved this rare meat and did not worry about selling it at any time.

At night, Bonaparte woke up from his room to the familiar ceiling and the aches and pains of being ravaged all over.

Lost!

Lost a lot!

Ludwig's swordsmanship, what level is it!

"Are you awake, little Louie?"

Uh, am I still dreaming?

Why, I seem to hear the voice of Her Majesty Margaret, the great Holy Roman Emperor, again.

The voice of the lover in his dreams, Bonaparte will never forget for the rest of his life.

"Wake up quickly, Louis Bonaparte, and don't be rude to Her Majesty Marguerite!"

How could this stern voice be so much like the voice of Uncle Wilhelm, Grand Duke of Germany?

"Little Louie, you did well today."

This time it was the Grand Duke of France, and it was from Bonaparte's grandfather's generation according to generation.

This dream is getting more and more outrageous, what the hell is going on?

Bonaparte barely turned his head, and then saw the first love he had seen in countless dreams.

Margaret, Her Majesty the Empress, and several Holy Roman Empire dukes behind her, were his elders.

"This dream is really outrageous, was my head broken by Ludwig's sword energy?"

Bonaparte muttered a few words, turned over and prepared to go back to sleep.

"It's time to wake up, little Louie, I have something to ask you."

"Whew!" With a thud, the spears of at least three Praetorian guards were pointed against Bonaparte's throat.

The quilt was lifted, exposing Bonaparte to the cold wind.

Well, now Bonaparte is completely awake.

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, Grand Duke of Germany, Austria, France, Ireland, a few.

This specification is comparable to the meeting of the supreme head of the Holy Roman Empire.

"Ahh

Bonaparte screamed, finally realizing that this was not a dream, but reality.

Next door, Ludwig is drawing a map in preparation for poaching tomorrow weekend.

Bonaparte's terrible scream made him frown.

Did this guy bring the woman back again?

It seems that there is more than one, more than yesterday.

Anyway, it's still important to work hard to earn enough to live in Vienna for a year.

"Next year, I will continue to take the entrance examination to the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna."

With this expectation in mind, Ludwig carefully prepared a plan for the infiltration and hunting route.

The paper of the forest route map was drawn by Ludwig, just like the teacher at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

His paintings, lacking a sense of artistry, are too detailed and obsessed with precision.

Late at night, two rooms, two worlds.

Fat bread