"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it an 'ally'."
The queen said lightly that the tone of mentioning Orsis was no different from mentioning King Jager and the new pope.
Seeing her normal look, Dalton was not happy, nor was he any more relaxed than before. The unknown smoldering fire was burning in the wilderness in my heart, intertwined into the urge to draw a gun all the time. It was as if he had rolled in the mud, watched the enemies who taunted him go away, and his fingers subconsciously grasped everything that could be used as a weapon.
But this is different from being robbed of military merit and honor.
On the battlefield, he can draw his gun to kill the enemy, but it is useless to draw his gun on the field of love.
"I heard some untrue rumors that Orsis became the emperor of Root at a very young age. They said that he was the most likely to approach the ancestors and forge Root into a huge empire."
Dalton said casually,
There were other words entrenched in my mind, stuck in my throat. He said without changing his face that he had just heard some untrue rumors. In fact, he had investigated the person who had a nominal marriage contract with the Queen early on.
Both Root and Roland were so worried. They were afraid that the pair of young kings would really have unfavorable feelings for each other after they met. As this pair of young people, once things really happened, no one could stop them. Dalton always dismisses these rumors. There is no one in the world who is more hard-hearted than Queen Adele. All kinds of romantic legends on her will only be absurd jokes.
But if you hear too many rumors, you will feel fear.
Orsis was crowned king as early as she was, as noble as she was in a nation, and as incompetent as she was.
No matter what their standpoint is, people have to admit that Queen Roland and Emperor Root are the most equivalent couple in the world.
"Are you reminding me how threatening the Root Empire is?"
The Queen finally looked away from the chart and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Her eyebrows are long and narrow, with tapered ends, and she draws out a beautiful tail peak like a long knife. When she raises her eyebrows, the sharp edge can break through all darkness and obstacles, imbued with compelling majesty.
Dalton covered his face with one hand, he didn't know whether he was happy or laughed at himself.
"Don't go crazy with me."
The queen said lightly, took out a piece of paper, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, wrote a brief order, and threw it to the young black-haired officer.
"Go arrange guards."
"yes."
Dalton held the command thrown with open hands, and leaned over to kiss the Queen's thin, firm, and unshakable wrist.
"Dear Her Majesty the Queen."
His voice was soft and cold, and the moss-like coldness in the corners was revealed in the lingering voice.
……………
The relationship between the Root Empire and the Roland Empire has always been rather delicate.
The common contradiction between the most important and powerful countries on the east coast of the two heavenly seas and the Yager Kingdom, and the threat of the Ule nation on the eastern grassland, made the two empires often become allies and advance and retreat together. However, the long border between Roland and Root in the north, and the commercial competition between them in the Sea of Heaven, caused the two sides to often break out short-lived wars between expeditions and confrontation expeditions.
For the Kingdom of Roland, once the threat from Jager lessened, Lute would immediately become the biggest threat. For the Root Empire, the situation is not much different.
The meeting of the supreme ruler of the empire is an extremely important matter in any respect. As early as before the queen and the emperor arrived at the meeting place, the missions of the two sides had already gone through long and repeated discussions. Every detail of the official meeting has special political significance, and it is all related to the majesty of the empire and the subsequent negotiations, and must be carefully negotiated.
The most important thing is, whoever enters the city, Queen Roland or Emperor Root, will be greeted by whoever.
According to the officials of the Root Empire, Queen Roland should be waiting outside Bellede to welcome Emperor Root. The Roland officials insisted that Emperor Root must personally go to the meeting hall in the city to meet Queen Roland. Official Root wanted to argue as Queen Roland's fiancée, while Diplomat Roland veiledly threatened that if the two parties could not abide by the royal regulations in the marriage negotiation, the marriage contract could also be negotiated again.
Compared with the marriage negotiations last year, the attitude of the Roland diplomats is much stronger today.
This made Root's officials gnash their teeth angrily, but there was nothing they could do.
After all, the situation has changed.
When Queen Roland formed an alliance with Emperor Root last year, internal and external difficulties, the queen's power declined, and she needed to rely on the support of the Root Empire to stabilize her rule. When negotiating, the Root Empire naturally had the upper hand. However, since the August Miracle, the situation began to change drastically. The religious issues that had plagued Roland for many years were eliminated in the August Miracle. Two important regulations and the addition of pirates brought the empire’s navy back to life. The Night of the Rose and the naval reform It marked the success of the Queen's policy of taking back power.
Even, at some point, the Papal State also faintly showed an attitude of being friendly with Queen Roland.
Many Lute nobles had to face up to the fact that it was absolutely impossible for them to merge Roland into the Root Empire through marriage.
The Root Empire faced a queen who broke all their usual perceptions of "women". Not only is she not weak and will not be manipulated by others, she can be called ruthless and resolute.
Dalton leaned against a gray-toned stone wall, his coat slung casually over his shoulders.
He looked at the court attendants who were busy preparing for work not far away, unconsciously dismantling his round flintlock, taking it apart, putting it back together, and taking it apart again...and so on and on.
"Boss."
The adjutant glanced carefully at the gun in Dalton's hand that he had repeatedly stroked.
Their boss used to take out his gun and play with it when he had nothing to do, treating his own gun like a lover. But completely different from usual, Dalton disassembled the gun today with a particularly vicious action. Several times, the adjutant saw him looking towards the approaching direction of the Root Empire troops in the distance, his eyes were terribly cold, and his finger was subconsciously pressed on the trigger.
"Are the negotiations over?"
Dalton loaded the gun expressionlessly.
"Yes." The adjutant spoke carefully, standing still and avoiding certain key and sensitive words, "It is finally decided that Her Majesty the Queen and Orsis will enter the city at the same time and arrive at the Kashmir Cathedral in the city at the same time. Sign the next military alliance treaty between Roland and Root there."
He began to regret that he was tricked by those little bastards to report to his immediate superior.
"Kashmia Cathedral," Dalton rubbed the trigger, with a vaguely cold tone, "I heard it is a blessed place. Where are they going to complete the engagement ceremony?"
The adjutant dared not answer.
Dalton's vision printed the banner unfurling in the wind.
The meeting between Queen Roland and Emperor Root was a political performance and royal drama that required all-out efforts for both parties. Then the brocade canopy, the banners embroidered with crossed swords and rose royal emblems rolled into the sea, and all you saw was noise, and all you saw was singing. Dalton could see the banners embroidered with the Roland family's "Glory to the Lord" and the Queen's personal motto "There is nothing beyond here".
"I remember you had a lover."
After a long silence, Dalton suddenly said.
The adjutant was a little surprised that Dalton remembered these little things.
Most of the musketeers who followed Dalton, like him, were of humble origins. In the beginning, Dalton had a team of less than ten people. When they were most embarrassed, they lay motionless in the mud in the rainy autumn, waiting for the ambush target to change their fate. At that time, in order to prevent the profile from falling asleep, a group of people chatted wildly.
Dalton was the one lying in the mud, still holding his gun poised and straight, and the only one who didn't take part in the conversation.
Over time, while admiring him, they always felt an extraordinary sense of awe. They always felt that a cold and decisive person like the boss was destined to become a great person in the future.
The adjutant felt a little embarrassed.
Don't they all say that only those with a heart like a rock and ruthless and loveless can become legends
But the person with a heart like a rock now has a rose that he wants to keep, and the rose he likes is the one with a heart like a rock.
"It happened a long time ago," the adjutant wanted to bite something in his mouth. He was a gardener before serving as a soldier, and some habits have been preserved to this day. "Her name is Adenise Wowen."
"It must be a noble lady."
"Yeah," the adjutant fumbled around with his fingers trying to pull weeds. He was sent by the brothers to persuade the boss because he was the most eloquent, but now he suddenly didn't know what to say, " The Baron's youngest daughter, and that's what the Baron looks like now. But then the Baron was a great lord, with eyes the color of cornflowers and hair brighter than gold. We had a secret wedding, There were no priests, no witnesses, and all I gave her was a brass ring."
Dalton still remembers the first time he heard the adjutant tell this story, they were all kneeling in the mud.
Although he didn't speak, he also felt that this was indeed a romantic story with the fragrance of flowers in the air. The young lovers went against the mundane and exchanged the rest of their lives by the sparkling river.
In fact, Dalton was almost unable to hold on at that time. He was lying in the mud waiting for a target who didn't know if he would come, and he had to maintain calm in front of his men to give them confidence. Listening to their chatting in a low voice, he thought to himself, he couldn't let these guys who followed him die like this, they were so stupid, they could be deceived by just using their future and dreams.
So when the target of the ambush appeared in the field of vision, he firmly pulled the trigger.
The adjutant grinned: "When I put it on for her, my hands were still shaking and I fell off once."
"and after?"
Dalton asked.
In the past, the adjutant always only talked about this, and no one asked after him. Everyone felt that he made up these things and that he was bragging. Dalton didn't care about these things before, but he actually felt the same in his heart, until he fell in love with someone one day.
"Later I served in the military." The adjutant said in a low voice. He couldn't find anything to tear off, and his fingers were grasping emptyly in the air. Lily wreath, want her to bear my name. A baron's daughter won't marry a gardener, and I'll be a soldier."
"Now you can marry her."
Dalton said.
"Boss, you are the marshal of the empire now. As your adjutant, you will naturally catch a lot of barons who want to marry their daughters to me." The adjutant smiled ugly, "But it's already too late."
The adjutant's voice dropped.
He has identity, status, and wealth, and he can finally dress up and go back to the small village at the beginning. But the girl with little freckles on her cheek who held a secret wedding with him by the riverside full of lilies was married to a fat and stupid noble young master by her father in the second year after he left. An alcoholic, domestic violence guy who accidentally pushed her down the stairs one night.
The story ends abruptly, and there is no more.
Even if he blossomed the murderer's forehead, the girl with whom he had a secret engagement would still lie under the thick soil forever.
"It would have been better if I had eloped with her back then," the adjutant said, "It would have been better if I had had the courage back then."
Dalton touched the gun, his heart moved, and then he felt powerless again.
It would be great if the adjutant regretted that he had the courage to elope, but what use is it even if he has the courage
The person he likes only has her empire in his heart.