That's it, walking out of this palace, William looked up and looked at the blue sky, and the depression in his heart was somewhat reduced. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Really...... Oops, it doesn't get any worse than that. He thought to himself. Then he turned around and walked towards the manor where he was staying.

"Your Majesty, do you want to use a carriage?" Seeing this, a group of guards, praetorian cavalry, attendants and retinues guarding the gate immediately surrounded him and asked William this question.

"No, you don't. William replied, "Just ...... Leave me alone a little...... Just stay for a while. ”

“...... This, yes. But ......"

"Ah, no problem, no problem. William replied, "Of course you can follow me, I didn't say I wanted to drive you away." ”

Hearing William say this, these attendants and entourages all breathed a sigh of relief. What they fear most is that the monarch will be moody, or for some reason, on a whim, trying to throw them all out and go it alone.

Although, these people do not think that there is a more powerful person in this world than William, the current head of the Hereford family. I don't think anything could go wrong with William's actions alone. But I think so in my heart. If that's really the case, it's a different story.

So they had to show their worries, and show their loyalty to the emperor by showing their worries. On the other hand, if they are indifferent, and look like "the emperor is very strong anyway, he won't die anyway, so don't worry", it will probably take a few seconds before they will be brushed away, and then the future of this life or something will all disappear without a trace.

Fortunately, William was, for the most part, a wise and kind monarch. This is especially true when dealing with one's own people. This reassured most of the attendants and retinue, and considered it the luckiest thing in their lives to follow such a great monarch.

In this situation, in this condition, William walked in front of him with his head stuffy and preoccupied, and beside him, a group of attendants and attendants led the horses and drove the carriage, and followed carefully.

Not only did they not dare to ask William what was going on inside, they didn't even dare to make too much noise. lest it interrupt William's train of thought—they believed that in that palace, William must have been with the owner of the palace—of course, the owner of the palace they thought was not the inexplicable Lady Mary, but another queen of Briton, that is, Victoria.

They thought that their emperor must have been there, and he had discussed something very important with Victoria, and it was in this situation that William was preoccupied.

If William's train of thought was interrupted at this time, then even if he died ten thousand times, it would definitely not be enough to atone for his sins.

It was under such circumstances that a group of people cautiously left the palace. I embarked on a journey back to my station.

At the same time, on the third floor of the palace, seeing that her daughter had once again fallen into a state of unconfidence, Maria de Normandy sighed secretly, and then slowly paced to the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony, stretched out her hand, opened the curtain and looked over, and saw William slowly leaving surrounded by a crowd.

It is also very strange to say that William First at this moment was not wearing gorgeous costumes and the king's dress, but was wearing plain white casual clothes. At the same time, he did not ride on the horse of the god horse, and did not make any surprising moves and states.

However, even so, the first moment everyone saw this group of mighty knights and warriors, they would still focus all their attention on William. And subconsciously think that this person is their leader.

"This man is a natural ruler, a natural king. Completely different from his father. In an instant, Madame Mary made such a judgment. And the next moment she made this judgment, she regretted it a little and felt a little dissatisfied.

Because in that moment, she thought of the possibility that William really, really, really had the ability to achieve what he wanted, that it was really possible to unify the entire Gothic nation and build a powerful, unified empire that was comparable to the classical Gothic Empire, or even more powerful and glorious than the classical Gothic Empire.

"It's just funny. Why did I have such a funny idea?", but then, the next moment, she chuckled and shook her head, throwing the thought behind her.

Seriously, it's ridiculous. How could it be? How many great guys in this world, how many powerful, unbeatable guys have ever thought the same thing? But what happened to them in the end? Did they succeed?

Rightfully so, of course, no.

All of them, all of them failed. Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed.

After countless defeats, few people have been able to muster up the courage, or be brave, or arrogant, like William, to shout the slogan of uniting the whole Gothic nation.

Nowadays, however, Wilhelm's slogan, his idea, and his idea are circulating only in a very small circle, or tacitly within the Russian-Gothic Empire. But no one could doubt William's faith and determination. No one can doubt how much harm William would have done for the sake of this ideal, and what terrible things he would have done.

"Anyway, it's such a great guy. In the end, Maria de Normandy lamented: "Although he was doomed, he must be the closest to success of all the losers...... But...... Truly. Thinking of this, she looked at her daughter. The girl with a complicated complexion, still suffering from gains and losses, is as cute as an angel.

Like her, she has milky white skin, blonde hair, a plump body, and an incredibly sweet voice.

They all love cream puffs, they all have sweet treats, they all take pride in themselves, they all think that there is nothing in this world that they can't do - at least before they are frustrated and failed - they are both smart and capable.

Many times, when she sees her daughter, Madame Maria can't help but feel, full of pride, that this is her own daughter, as if she is looking in a mirror and seeing another self. This is the continuation of one's own life, but also the heir of one's own policies, one's own painstakes, one's own political legacy, the heir of one's own ideas, and the heir of one's own wealth, one's own family, and one's own surname.

As a daughter of "another self", she is almost a copy of herself. Lady Mary's love overflowed to the extreme. She was willing to share everything about her, her experience, her wisdom, her connections, her wealth, her life experiences, and her various resources with Victoria.

She always believed that she would not be defeated. In the same way, she took it for granted that her daughter would not be defeated...... Until she met William. Until she understood who William really was and who he was. She finally understood. It's as if she met the man who has been entangled with her all her life and can't be defeated. The same situation happened to her daughter.

To make matters worse, she couldn't help her much in this situation.

Because, in itself, she herself has little experience of victory.

She could only comfort her with this: "Of course, even the greatest loser is still a loser at best." He won't succeed. And the better his greatness, his abilities, the better he is in everything, the more it represents the more he suffers on the road ahead.

The closer he got, the more painful it became. The greater it is, the more painful it is. The more powerful he is, the more painful he will become—for he will eventually find that all his powers, all his greatness, are useless. His infinite proximity is only his imagination.

He couldn't succeed, just like any great ruler in history who wanted to do all this. ”

"I understand, I know, Mom. Victoria seemed to be in a better mood when she heard her say this. She reluctantly, very reluctantly, smiled, then looked at her, and asked a question that her mother didn't know how to answer:

"In that case, Mom, why can't we help him?"

The other party was speechless. In other words, I don't want to answer this too realistic, too cruel question for a while.

But eventually, she spoke: "It's as if he refused to help me, my child." "We don't want to be subservient," she said. Or rather, neither of us thought about accommodating each other. This is the greatest misfortune that has befallen us. ”

Victoria couldn't tell what her mother meant by "we."

Maybe it's her mother and her father, maybe it's her mother and her brother, maybe it's her and her brother...... Or, in fact, there are both, or in fact, there are none.

"That's it, my child. Ms. Maria did not elaborate further. She sighed, then hugged her daughter, "Let's do what we are supposed to do." And let's pray.

Maybe one day, their hard-hearted hearts will finally melt away from us, or one day, we won't be able to resist our hearts. But until that day comes, let's keep fighting. Or we will all die together. But at least, we've enjoyed the process. Therefore, there is no need for us to regret it, and there is no need to suffer from gains and losses. ”

"I see, Mom. After hearing what Lady Maria had to say, Victoria calmed down, at least superficially: "I'll do what I'm supposed to do." ”

She said.

It was three days after this meeting that the draft of the Treaty of Westphalia was presented.