The lights were on, and the banquet had just begun in the Grand Palace of Constantinople - this was very different from the banquets held by other countries in the continent. It was not that a large number of people sat at the round table and ate a sauté. Instead, they were more inclined to drink and dance parties. Men and women were chatting and laughing in the box in the corner, or tasting with glasses next to the table. Of course, more people chose dance partners and then started dancing.

"It's really lively." Egil said while leaning against a chair and drinking wine from the Greek Peninsula. [..com]

"What, it's not fun at all." Artoria didn't like this kind of banquet, because it provided more wine, fruits and juice. However, there were very few things that could really fill the stomach. And eating too much seemed to be a very shameful thing. After Artoria ate two more pieces of pastry, she received some expensive people from the side, mixed with ridiculous eyes, which made Artoria a little discouraged. Just sit down and drink.

As for dancing, the couple knew nothing. Although many nobles and ladies ran to Egil and reached out to Egil to invite them to dance. However, His Majesty the Emperor just politely refused them.

"I want to be with my wife." Egil replied.

"Oh... that's a pity." The expensive people said something like this, which almost made Egil unable to hold Artoria...

At this moment, except for Egil, several other kings and dukes had already started their hunting activities. However, many Greek nobles were in love with these foreign princes. Even Attila, who looked seventy and eighty, was now dragging a noble man in his thirties and looked beautiful and beautiful. If they had a good conversation, they would not have had a happy evening.

The reason why these nobles chose these guys was not because of their power. The nobles who had always accepted Roman-centrism would not think that the kings, dukes and other barbarian countries would bring them much benefits. The behavior of these nobles was basically for the sake of later show--it was like how many men showed off at parties, saying that they had been to a certain woman, or something. Women would show off when they gathered, saying that they had lived in that man. And these nobles from foreign countries would give their behavior a very good score.

In fact, this behavior has long become a routine in the Roman court. If any expensive one does not have enough lovers, it will be ridiculed. It will be said to be uncharming and stupid - and at this dinner, it is like in the later era of moral degradation, some idiotic college girls compared with each other how many love they had had, and how many men had been to chuáng. Virgins with self-discipline will be ridiculed, and such idiotic behaviors are the same.

But, this ridiculous, sad and shameful standard is the universal value today. The guy who goes against this is going to be despised - just as if he repeatedly rejected the invitations of other noble men and women, and the Norman Emperor and the Queen's husband who snuggled together.

"It's a pity... Such a handsome character is a wooden head who doesn't understand the charm." A group of expensive people gathered together and discussed with each other.

Before that, they bet who could get the alien emperor first - if he could make the emperor surrender to his charm first, it would be a very worthy thing to show off - but in the end, all of these women failed. The emperor would rather stay with his rude and mediocre wife to drink juice than dance with the Greek beauties. The nobles naturally did not want to admit that they were not attractive. So he came to the conclusion that Egil's head was broken.

"I'll teach them a lesson-"

Although the group of expensive people thought they were already very small, in the eyes of Artoria, who could be called a thousand-distance player, there was no difference between talking in such a low voice and talking in front of them. In fact, even if they couldn't hear it, they should know that they were laughing at themselves when they saw the group of people gathered together and laughing and looking towards them.

"—Okay. Hani. What's the matter? They'll say go." Egil grabbed Artoria's hand: "Can you still kill them?"

"But..." Artoria sat back to Egil with some reluctance: "They are insulting you, Egil."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anyway." Egil held Artoria's shoulder and approached her ears: "When the city of Constantinople is broken in the future, all those women will be left to you to deal with."

When Egil said this, Artoria felt much better. If others had said so lightly that she would conquer Constantinople in the future, then Artoria would never believe it easily. However, if the person who said this was Egil, then the situation would be different. Egil was the most powerful and outstanding person in Artoria's mind. Egil said that they could conquer Constantinople in the future. That was to conquer Constantinople.

So Artoria followed Egil's arrangement, ignored the Greek fu's fingers and pointed, and lay lazily in Egil's arms, eating snacks and drinking wine. Behind them, Sonia stood quietly. As a conscientious bodyguard, she also existed from the corner. Of course, her face was too moderate and her thin figure made the Greek fu talk in a low voice, and there was a new reason when she arranged Egil.

"That guy is the savage emperor's boy, right?"

Sonia also felt very unhappy with such words. There are all kinds of aspects.

"I'm so sorry. You two. It seems that you haven't been able to enjoy a similar banquet. It's really not good for us to entertain you."

Just a song. Liliannu also noticed the inappropriateness of Egil. He left his dance partner and walked straight to this side, sat on the chair beside Egil and said.

At this moment, His Royal Highness the Princess was bright and charming. Her red low-end skirt and a large sapphire necklace hanging on her mouth further highlighted her charm and fair skin.

"Hmph... What an annoying woman." The enemy was very jealous when they met. Seeing Liliannu's eye-catching outfit, Artoria suddenly became more and more unhappy. Queen Norman let go of Egil's hand, stood up and looked directly at the woman who had almost killed her. The hatred on her face was clearly visible.

"We still have a calculation that has not been settled." Artoria narrowed her eyes and looked at Liliannu. She made the brave princess who dared to go down the Colosseum and fought with bare hands. She felt a chill on her back.

"What a dangerous woman..." Lilian Nu sighed in her heart - she is not those idiotic and noble people who have never been to the battlefield and do not understand what this momentum is. This kind of killing aura is unique, which is several times more intense than the bloody smell of warriors who have been together on the battlefield for a lifetime. It only belongs to legendary warriors like Artoria.

At that time, although she forced Artoria to desperately be forced to fight, during those short days of confrontation, Artoria's amazing performances made His Royal Highness have several nightmares. On the battlefield, the brutal demonic image holding a black magic sword could not be removed, and His Royal Highness, who was disturbing her like a nightmare, was in peace. He reminded Liliannu that she was defeated by whom she was eventually defeated. Who made her preparations for more than ten years go by...

"Altolia... Queen Norman, Queen of Britain..." Every time I chewed on this name, Liliannu could feel the deep depths of his spiritual hun, and the unforgettable emotion called hatred increased a little again. Until today...

Artoria hated Liliannu, and did Liliannu also hated Artoria?

The power of hatred and the dignity of being a Roman princess made Liliannu's fear of Artoria weakened a lot. After the first moment of fear, Liliannu recovered. He pulled out the feather folding fan on his waist, opened it to cover his mouth, and then said, "I don't understand what His Majesty Artoria said. I don't remember what he owed someone and what he had. I guess you remembered it wrongly."

Liliannu's actions and indifferent tone made Artoria think of what she knew, another woman with the title of princess, and another enemy of her. The sister named Aurora, Egil.

At this moment, the image of the princess with many similarities (identity, feather fan, arrogant attitude and noble example etiquette - most importantly, the plump xiong tribe) overlapped in Artoria's mind. Hate and disgust doubled, lvup!

"You... damn." Artoria's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, her eyes narrowed into a slit. She had aimed at Liliannu's heart and was ready to draw the sword-

"Hani, don't do this!"
Chapter completed!