Before the people of Cang Qing Sword could make a plan, the emperor had already sent people to find them.
"Looking for me?" Ask asked.
"Yes, looking for you, Lord Ask." The royal attendant said with a smile.
Following the attendant to the building where the emperor was, the Blade Warrior prepared to remove his weapons. He first took off the sword and battle axe at his waist, then the short knife on his forearm and the gun bag on his chest. As a result, he found a row of throwing knives on the inside of his clothes...
Why does this guy have so many weapons
With the previous assassination case, the Blade Knights searched very carefully this time, almost asking Ask to take off all his clothes. Finally, a special supernatural person was sent in to monitor it with some unknown supernatural power, and only let him in after confirming that there was no problem.
Two blade warriors followed on both sides, and if this guy made any unusual movements, the two would subdue him immediately.
The emperor was standing in front of the desk in his study, looking down at the military map of northern Italy. Ask keenly noticed that there was a big red circle drawn somewhere on the map. Judging from the terrain, it should be the minefield in the north of Verona, which almost completely blocked the exit near the southern foot of the Alps.
It is true that having money means you can do whatever you want these days. The Holy See can block the emperor's army of more than tens of thousands of people with just these armaments.
"Are you Ask?" The emperor looked up.
This young and vigorous emperor had blond hair, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and slightly reddish skin on his cheeks and neck. He was the kind of old Frank man who looked very rude and upright.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ask nodded slightly. He was not a vassal of the emperor, so he did not need to kneel on one knee.
"I've heard of you and your mercenary group." The emperor raised his chin slightly and looked at him with an uncomfortable attitude. "Except for you, they are all young and beautiful women."
"Yes." Ask didn't know how many times he had explained this question, and he answered very fluently, "There are only two criteria for joining our team: strength or potential. Gender and appearance are not the criteria for joining the team. As for what you saw, it was just a coincidence..."
"Ha! No need to hide it. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were the same type as me, full of ambition and possessiveness." The emperor slapped the table and laughed, "At least you are not like those hypocritical dukes who always start with the honorific of 'Your Majesty' when they see me, but in their hearts they are thinking of 'that crazy old Frank'."
He walked to the wine cabinet next to him: "Want a drink?"
"No, thank you." Ask declined.
The blade warrior next to him broke into a sweat, but the emperor didn't care. He poured himself a glass of red wine, or maybe wine, anyway, it was unknown what brand of expensive wine it was, and took a sip quickly.
"When I was young," the emperor said, "I also dreamed of sleeping with many women and having many children, so that I could be sure that at least one of them would grow up to look like me."
"Until my great and respectable father called me over one day and said, "Little Otto, I have arranged a marriage for you. The other party is Miss Theophano from the East Solomon Empire. She is from an absolutely famous family and is absolutely worthy of your status."