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Diego followed the knight, skillfully concealing half his heart beating in excitement.
As you climb the narrow mountain path, knights stand nearby and far away, staring at you. Perhaps knights escorting the king.
They were Earl, Baron, or Knights of Lysen, all veterans with decades of war experience.
Even though I was just looking at myself with an indifferent eye, one person and one prayer were not a joke.
When I was a former merchant, or a former rookie lord, I would have been frustrated by the power of the world. However, Diego passed on those sharp moments skillfully.
The guards seem to be overly vigilant. Diego looked at the situation more closely based on limited information.
The recent marriage issues between Albrecht and Maria have been of great interest throughout the North.
The merchants followed the merchants, the nobles followed the nobles, the soldiers followed the soldiers, the commoners followed the common people, and watched and watched for the marriage of the century from their own vanguard.
20,000 of the 25,000 troops of Sigmund were taken by Balthazar. After a great defeat in the Battle of Wrightingen, they marched in the winter and had barely reached out to Zigmunt.
In other words, both sides were exhausted, and the soldiers sought inner peace dramatically.
Then will marriage solve everything? The problem with this marriage was not so simple.
The northerners supported Rosamund, and the central, of course, supported Sigmund's daughter, Maria Hildegard. Since then, the North and Central have seen signs of political conflict.
Beyond simple boundaries, the eyes of knights who seem even hostile prevent it.
As you continue up the slopes, the guide knight stops and Diego's mind breaks.
The knight stretches out his hand, gazing at Diego with a cool glance. Diego draws his sword naturally and hands it over. It was Ernst's sword given to me by Albrecht.
The knight picks up his sword and chirps his head to the side as if to ask him to pass. The knight who led me there was no favor in the way of looking at Diego.
After climbing the narrow mountain pass again, you can see the king not far away from the forest. She sits on a rock with her side facing her, smoking a pipe.
He looks down, not even looking at Diego. The broken light from the branches reflects on the golden armor and shines. Albrecht, the greatest king in the world and his old friend.
I just remembered the first time I met Albrecht in Diego's head. When I was living like a beast, my colleagues died trying to eat a rookie knight in an inappropriate language.
He was a colleague, but he was not a colleague of the Merchant Moon, and I learned about him when I was a thief. Rather than human interaction, we were closer to competitors who were aiming for food for each other as animals.
I still vividly remember the scene where a slow sword flew like a light and stabbed one of my colleagues in the chest.
Suddenly, Diego's thoughts scatter like smoke.
“King of all knights, King of the Crusaders, King of the North, Albrecht von Hoenclatern. Be respectful."
Diego does not just raise an example, but just stands there and watches the surroundings. Randolph stands beside Albrecht, staring at himself. He was a comrade in the Crusades, but he also looked closely at himself.
Diego doesn't kneel, but walks boldly and confidently to Albrecht. The knights take their hands on the sword of the waist dance due to Diego's sudden actions. If you do anything wrong, the swords fly like lightning and tear Diego apart.
Diego just boldly embraces his trembling heart. A little further away from Albrecht, he sits on a moderate rock just below.
“It's been a long time, amigo. Ten years. The armor is much better than I've heard. ”
Albrecht glances at Diego. Diego, who brushed his brown hair neatly, was now heading beyond the young man towards the middle age.
A moment of joy rises from Albrecht's heart, but he quickly tramples it down. Then he turned his gaze back to the ground.
“Are you here as a friend or as an envoy? ”
“Both. ”
The old two friends were silent for a while. Diego still gazes confidently at Albrecht, and Albrecht does not look at him.
Albrecht opens his mouth first, hearing the sound of woodpeckers tapping.
“I didn't know you were going to be a woodpecker. Smells like money again. My friend.”
It was an insult to even the last Crusade. But Diego said without feeling bad at all.
“I didn't go to war. I've been invited. If he had been a coward, he wouldn't have accepted the invitation. ”
Albrecht snorts.
“So, Zigmunt, does he have any pure intentions? You're the one who said he might take my family and swallow it. Diego.”
“I did. I remember. You said it might be, I didn't say it would be. ”
Diego pointed out lightly. In fact, there was nothing to argue about, just context. Albrecht shuts up because he doesn't want to hang around.
“In the Bible, which Zairex took the word of God and wrote, Every man has one wife, but if his wife can't have children, he can. ”
After Diego's words, the flames rise from Albrecht's chest. But it wasn't as out of control as last time.
“You'd better watch your mouth. Diego.”
Albrecht grunts with fire in his eyes, and Diego, who was calm, is also terrified. But he firmly ate his heart, swallowed once, swallowed big, and then said.
“I'm not asking for a divorce. I'm familiar with the queen's reputation. It's like an angel coming down from the sky. I'm the first to disagree with that. However.”
Albrecht still stares at Diego with those dazzling eyes. Diego's terror of wanting to flee soon came, but he put up with all his strength.
“Are you going to finish what you're doing in your place? You don't have to love a lady named Maria. She's a first mate, but if you have a wife, you'll have two or three loving governments. Albrecht, you are the opposite. Keep loving the queen. But you have to make an heir. It's a duty to be master of the world. ”
Even if Mary were to be a government, she would become a stillborn child, so she would unusually be a second wife by obtaining the Pope's permission.
As Diego bravely spoke, Albrecht's anger slumps. I turned my gaze away from my friend for no reason.
“I have responded to the invitation to serve as a bridge between the North and Central. I don't know if you know this, but there's already an army under the water supporting you and Maria. But my friend, there is a way to conquer without bloodshed, and he will sacrifice his soldiers. ”
More than any of Diego's words, the word ’without bleeding' flew to Albrecht and stuck him.
How much blood has been shed during the conquest of the North. Central is said to be three times wider than the north.
Of course, the central people were only busy living on their own because there was no concept of ethnicity.
The North was originally the same, but Albrecht was united by a lifelong hero or conqueror.
When Albrecht married Mary, it could essentially be a maze of conflict on its own. But, according to Diego, if there is a way not to shed that much blood...
As there was no free life in the world, I had to sacrifice Albrecht's personal life again. This time it was influenced not only by Albrecht, but also by Rosamund's life.
Sister Rosamund Cecilia was forever indebted to her by separating, catching dragons together.
Besides, he sprinkles blood on the outside, and his wife wipes it off. I felt like I had to choose something bad for my loving wife.
Albrecht was filled with grief because of his sorry feelings for his wife. But not out in the open.
I smoked silently for a while. Cigarette smoke weighed heavily with Albrecht's worry. After a long smoke, Albrecht only opens his mouth as if reluctantly.
“I'll meet with Zigmunt first. I'll set a date here. Go back.”
As Albrecht's words fell, Diego turned pale. If diplomatic turmoil 100 was the final goal, 20 or 30 would have to be achieved step-by-step from a realistic goal.
If I tried to get 100 from the start, I would get negative results to become one. But now it's more than half successful.
In diplomacy, changing the king's mind was the most important and difficult thing. Moreover, the king Diego had to deal with was none other than the world's greatest knight, conqueror, butcher, and his old friend Albrecht.
It was a complex mind in many ways, welcoming and excited, and scared. He just, as I said before, wanted to be a bridge between the north and the middle.
That way, my friends would kill less people. In the end, Diego accepted the invitation of Zigmund for Albrecht only this time.
“See you soon. Goodbye.”
Diego gets up and looks at Albrecht for a moment. Albrecht's gaze is relentless. Diego grunts once, then heads back down the mountain.
Then Albrecht looks behind Diego on his way out. I passed through the bush and quickly disappeared from my sight. I couldn't see him, but I felt Diego's reflexes. After a long time, the old friend's refusal disappeared.
Albrecht just quietly smokes a cigarette and worries again. It was not a problem to solve alone. Listen to Rosamund.
If she's against it, what should she do? Albrecht's concerns go deeper and deeper.
At night, the Crucible Milky Way gently embroidered the sky, and the stars revealed one or two like guests.
Albrecht heads for his tent. As you approach, you hear Rosamund and Agnes chattering. Agnes was also the queen's escort, but also her companion.
Agnes seemed like a clumsy local martial arts artist to me, but she was practically a talkative woman. All this time, I was living in the Banhenheim family, and I just kept my mouth shut.
As Albrecht enters the tent, Agnes quickly stands up and bows her head.
There are several lights in the tent. A faint light and shadow crisscross the intestine comfortably.
Rosamund looks away from Albrecht entering the tent, and gently looks Agnes in the eye and speaks.
“Good work again today. Now go get some rest. ”
Agnes simply looks down at the queen, bows down to the king again, and steps out of the tent.
Albrecht examines Rosamund. I don't know how to say this. Albrecht was not very good at talking around.
If there is any problem, you always stab at the core, or get to the point, and check the opponent for a lie. In this case, it was hard to get straight to the point, and it was not a position to investigate every lie.
Rosamund stands up naturally and helps you take off your armor. The golden armor glows in the light of the lamp.
“I need to talk to you. I'm fine.”
Albrecht shows Rosamund his back, takes off his armor, and turns to her and says, "Say what you have to say." I didn't see much of a depression.
Rosamund smiles slowly and looks at his husband.
“Why? Did you think I'd be depressed? ”
By the eighth anniversary, I read Albrecht's mind like a ghost. Albrecht said, taking off his armor again.
“I've decided to meet with Zigmund. I don't have a date yet. ”
“Really? You finally decided to get married? ”
“No, I didn't decide that. Your opinion is more important than anyone else's. I'll do as you say. ”
Albrecht said, taking off his armor on his calves and feet one last time. You take off your armor and stand against Rosamund. She slowly digs into Albrecht's arms.
He was a tall adviser, but at best, he came all the way to Albrecht's neck. Albrecht gently hugged her.
The couple are silent for a moment, and the lantern's only light shifts lightly.
“You love me, right? Albert.”
“Of course. I love you. Rose, Jana hasn't changed a bit. ”
At Albrecht's words, Rosamund smiles casually, and asks again with his head to the side of Albrecht's chest.
“How much do you love her? ”
It was a common question among lovers. Even Albrecht's mouth was smiling.
“Spacious enough to fill the sky and remain, more than the sun shining on the world, more than the heaviness of the mountains, and more than anyone else in the world. ”
Despite Albrecht's childish words, Rosamund hugged his husband more tightly to see if he felt happy. Then came the unbelievable words from the heartfelt mouth of Rosamund.
“So you can kill everyone in the world for me? ”
Of course, I didn't think Rosamund would make such a request. But Albrecht swore an oath.
“Yes, we can kill them all. ”
It was contrary to my beliefs. For Rosamund's sake, I could throw away my faith or my soul.
“Great! Here's what we're going to do! ”
Rosamund suddenly falls behind his torso, looking at Albrecht and saying it brightly.
She smiles brightly. Not forcibly smiling, but this moment seemed happier than anyone else in the world.
“Let's make a deal. I need to see her. A girl named Maria. Like the soldiers say, she's kind of a bitch, isn't she? ”
Albrecht smiles joyfully as he utters an unexpected word from his wife.
“Hahaha! You didn't think of that! A bitch like Sagall wouldn't be so bad. Haha, I'll do as you say. My Queen.”
After Albrecht said that, he was short on armor and began to undress. Rosamund runs over the bed, scooping over what's so funny. But the opponent was the world's greatest knight. There was no escaping.
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