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In August, August 15, 1001 AD, Egil finished reading the information from the spy network in the morning, and then he held up all the bad waters. Hehehe ordered Wuming to put two rat medicines in the grain warehouse and well in Stockholm. At noon, he inspected the newly recruited troops - not to mention that the training was really effective, the newly recruited soldiers had two stars of experience at this time. Of course, this was also because Egil spent a lot of money to establish training grounds in three Nordic cities. In the afternoon, Egil summoned several great nobles from England, Wales, Ireland, Norway, Denmark, and the Duke of Normandy, and taught them the principles of European kindness, coexistence and prosperity, and the Great European Prosperity Circle.

In this way, in the evening, the banquet began.

"So it's very uncomfortable to wear such clothes." Wearing a black gauze evening dress redeemed from the system, Artoria frowned and complained to Egil while looking in the mirror: "Also, such clothes are very uncomfortable, it makes the body itchy, inconvenient and no defense. There are also these gloves and gloves (black silk stockings and black silk gloves). Why do they look like this? And these shoes... Why is the back one piece higher than the front?"

At this moment, Artoria, who was dressed up in full, made a stunning appearance. Seeing the clothes she chose on Artoria, Egil felt that his brain-refining ability still needs to be improved. Real people are obviously much better-looking than those who are brain-refining. So he was stunned for a few seconds.

"This is a clothes that look good, except for looking good, and are completely unconsidered in other aspects - of course, it is not completely unsupported. Perhaps all men will feel very beautiful after seeing it, so the buff that becomes slow within a few seconds." Egil explained this after he recovered.

"What is that?"

Of course, Artoria couldn't understand at all.

"That means that my wife is beautiful, and everyone loves her, and flowers bloom." Egil said as he hugged Artoria's waist.

"Really?" Cheng once said that Artoria's appearance does not meet the mainstream aesthetics in the continental world. So she herself is not very confident about her appearance. But women, even Artoria holds great power and kills countless people. She still likes to listen to beautiful words, especially the praises of the people she likes. So Artoria also smiled rarely: "Then... what should you do if other nobles and those knights fall in love with me?"

Egil frowned, knowing that what Artoria said was really impossible. There are no nobles who have been thinking about getting married to a noble lady and even a queen. What's more, his wife is so beautiful (Egil only thinks so).

"Then I'll kill them all." Egil promised. Later, he saw his wife's sweet smile from a high dressing mirror imported from Venice, and he knew that what he said was right. But so what? If you really kill, you really kill. Egil can really do this...

Speaking of this, Egil felt that he should test his wife a little, so he asked back: "So, what should you do if the ladies or ladies who came here fall in love with me?"

"I killed them all, too." Artoria spoke firmly.

So Egil was quite satisfied with this answer. He smiled and combed Artoria's hair, and then put a beautiful gold crown inlaid with black pearls on her head...

In addition to the war, the European nobles still had some entertainment activities. For example, hunting, banquets, knight competitions, etc. At this moment, the knights of the entire Norman Kingdom were basically incorporated by Egil. The remaining feudal knights who were vassing other nobles were not very strong in combat. Therefore, the Knight Competition was not very good, and the quality had decreased a lot. The nobles and locals felt that they were not satisfied, so they urged Egil to hold another knight competition the next day after the banquet. Egil felt that this was a good opportunity to show his own strength and intimidate the nobles, so they agreed with a smile.

So, the banquet officially began. Under the imperial chef produced by Egil's system, the dishes were completely cooked and tasted just right, and they would never be crispy. In addition, from India... to Ottoman... to Eastern Rome... to Italy... to the spices and salt here make these dishes exude a strong fragrance - of course, because the nobles are a little more rustic, the taste is slightly heavier - if they put less salt, they will think you treated them badly...

However, before this, the local nobles had heard about it and made up for the court etiquette. They knew that Egil had a great rule, so they had to listen to the king's words, then toast, then to the queen, then the archbishop, then prayed to God for ten minutes, and then toast... They could only eat after completing this series of rituals. And they had to chew slowly, and they could not use their hands, but had to cut them little by little. There were more than twenty types of tableware, except for the queen, and everyone else had rules for dining. They were given to which style of knife and fork when eating. If they were done wrong, they would be laughed at.

Of course, most nobles may have made up their minds and then learn after seeing His Majesty the King, so that they will not be embarrassed.

After Egil finished a toast of Sili Lili, he looked at the group of local beggars who were staring at him stupidly, and he knew in his heart that he was playing the piano with a donkey. After a smile, he raised his wine glass - this time the local beggars learned quickly, and immediately raised the wine glass in his hands, and smiled much more than Egil. After all, it was so exciting to drink this wine produced by a system with flavor and pigment in his life...

"Okay, at least they are interested in wine, much more interested in my wife." At this moment, Egil comforted himself like this.

Just at this moment, when Egil had completely given up his plan to continue training these gangsters, a very familiar, sweet, and inexplicable voice suddenly came from the door: "Brother, why don't you call me for a meeting here?"

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if the spotlight was shining on the door. A red carpet, which seemed to be stained with blood, pounced over from the door bit by bit, either long or short, and was spread directly to the front of Egil's throne. The nobles along the way were ashamed of themselves, afraid that they would step on this kind of art (Perris pure handmade carpets are all works of art everywhere, but they are all hanging on the wall, and there are not many people on the ground to step on it). Then four girls in pure white maid outfits trotted in. Perfume spilled on the ground, and the petals scattered into the air.

Just as the other nobles were surprised, who was such a big score? It seemed to be bigger than His Majesty the King's score... Then two musicians wearing wigs and tuxedoes and violin walked in, closed their eyes and started playing. Egil had no artistic cells in his past and present life, and he couldn't hear what the song was. But it was pretty good...

He even brought his own bgm when he appeared, a bastard.

Seeing the visitor making such a fuss, sitting on the pure steel throne covered with white tiger skin on the steps half a floor, Egil's face had become extremely ugly. As the voice that had been talking to him for a year and a half, he felt that he would definitely not forget even if he traveled through time again.

It's the poisonous tongue system elf.

Then Egil's head was filled with cold sweat - this guy came with a bad guy, no one came. Egil finally understood why the system elves smiled so badly when he was talking to the system elves more than a month ago.

Well, Robin Hood and the two men of Wuming were completely useless. They didn't think about sabotaging them secretly - but arrived in front of Egil openly, with four followers.

Really, what's going on?! But Egil was quite excited because he thought a little bit again. If the system elves could show up, then the system elves would definitely have a physical body. The system elves had a physical body, and a wish that had been entangled with him for a year and eight months could finally be realized.

Beat her - no, it's beating her ten times - if you're still not satisfied, you'll just draw your sword and slash her.

Thinking of this, Egil was excited and held the handle of the knife... At this moment, there was no rule in Europe, saying that weapons were not allowed to be taken during banquets. And it was not the kind of weapons used for decoration in the Celestial Empire, all of which were cut by real swords and guns - just like the 1.5-meter-long-handled battle axe carried on the shoulders of two guard knights standing at the door of the palace, if there was a case, they could kill people directly.

Just like now, Egil thinks he can do it...

Hahahaha, hahahahahaha...

Egil's mouth curled up and a low laugh like a night owl was heard. Then he walked down from his throne step by step, and then he tidied up the Norman Iron Crown, which symbolized killing and conquest on his head. He tried hard, as if he was crushing something, and stepped forward on the carpet. At the same time, the hand holding the hilt was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

"Brother..." At this moment, along the carpet from outside the door, a girl wearing the same style as Artoria - the color is pure white, white stockings and white gloves, and even the small golden crown on her head is the same. The gems inlaid are not black pearls, but white diamonds are quickly, but she walked in very elegantly. At the moment when Egil was stunned, the girl had already pounced on Egil's arms.
Chapter completed!