Chapter 668 9.92

Chapter 668 92

Three days later.

Paris Palace

Returning from the northern continent to the imperial city of Paris, Loki has basically understood why he ran away from home 8 years ago.

Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence-the work of an emperor is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Especially an emperor who has been missing for 8 years.

The life in the past six months can be described as an endless torture for him.

During this long six months, his only task every day is to sit on the throne and meet officials from various provinces of the kingdom who come to see him.

Loki lost 13 years of memory on this journey into the black desert.

Even if he finally escaped from the depths of the desert, the memory lost in 13 years cannot be recovered. After returning to Paris, he faced an almost completely unfamiliar country.

Most of the lords he once knew either abdicated or died for various reasons. After the king returned, the new heir needed to bring his children and vassals to the palace and swear allegiance to the king again.

His territory once only had one province, the river valley, but now he has a huge empire that encompasses the North Sea.

There are more than a hundred provinces in the empire. Each province has seven or eight cities, and each lord will bring all their families

After a full six months, the long meeting is still not completed.

Today is another sunny day outside the window. Paris is full of flowers and laughter everywhere.

As a king, Loki wants to go out for a walk, but he can't. ,

Because today there are Duke Clement's family from Corsica waiting to see him.

When seven maids put on five layers of king's dress for him, he suddenly had a question: Both freedom and restraint, which one is better, being a king or being in prison.

Thinking along the way, it seems that being in prison is better.

At least in prison, no one knows his identity. If he feels unhappy, he can punch the disobedient younger brother, gather a group of brothers and fight the guards, and think about how to escape every day.

Have a goal and be motivated.

That's a very meaningful life.

And being a king?

The title of "King of Normandy" sounds good, but the real life of a king is endless decisions to make, endless nobles to meet, endless cocktail parties, and dozens of armies asking for money, food, and people.

It might be okay to hear the title of the king called a dozen or twenty times, but it's no different from a cat or a dog after hearing it too much. Most people's first reaction when they see me is to lower their heads. If I walk slower, they will kneel on the spot.

This feeling is not good.

Fortunately, Elizabeth is taking Prince Wenlan to Murmansk for martial arts training. If this suffocating fire is coupled with an angry wife and a son who is completely unfamiliar to me.

Haha. . .

May the Lord bless me to die early and be reborn early. I would rather continue to be a social animal in the next life than be an emperor who has lost his freedom.

Change clothes and eat a simple breakfast. When the sundial pointed to 9 o'clock, Loki sat on the throne again.

Today he was going to meet the family of Duke Clement from Lorraine. The old duke was nearly 70 years old this year. He walked to Loki with the help of his guards and expressed his loyalty to the king in obscure French.

Behind him, a row of direct and collateral children, as well as more than 30 vassal officials were kneeling neatly.

Loki needed to meet each of them in turn, allow them to kiss the back of his hand, and then randomly say one or two words to appreciate their contributions to the kingdom. He had repeated this process over and over again at least a hundred times.

At this time, looking at the group of ministers under his feet

For Loki, it made no essential difference whether they were a group of humans or a group of zombies. The prosperous Duchy of France was already a well-functioning business machine under the management of Mutu, the "King of Earthsea". Now that the kingdom's territory has been expanded, Mehrandin has gained a firm foothold in Constantinople and is gradually becoming bigger and stronger.

Even if a group of zombies were arranged to sit in the position of lord, the taxes submitted by each province every year would still be a considerable amount.

Not to mention that he has Ecbert, a very reliable prime minister, by his side.

Good

It's a great honor to see you.

Hope to create brilliance together

For every minister who came forward to kiss the back of his hand, Loki mechanically gave a word or two of praise. This is not because he does not cherish his subordinates, but similar things have happened too many times in a cycle.

The territory of the Kingdom of Normandy is really too large.

In the long six months, he had to meet more than a hundred similar ministers every day. Now he can't remember their names and titles at all, and can only barely remember their family emblems and clothes.

For example, the family of the Duke of Clement from Corsica today, their family emblem is a white flying dragon.

Loki did not ask about the origin of their family emblem.

He just wanted to finish this boring activity as soon as possible. Because in the afternoon he had to hold a cabinet meeting with Ecbert to discuss the new tariff rate with Tang merchants.

If he was lucky enough today, the cabinet meeting ended early.

In the evening, he will also meet with envoys from Murmansk to discuss when to reopen the Asgard portal and send Viking and Slavic hunting teams into the God Realm to hunt.

To be fair, this is a much harder job than the 996 office worker.

Because the daily life of office workers does not include "smiling and letting a 70-year-old man kiss the back of your hand".

(It's okay, just a light touch is fine, I fucking hate any man touching my skin in an abnormal way)

The unpleasant hand kiss has not yet been completed, and Echobert standing behind Loki approaches inappropriately.

"Miss Blair Clayman hopes to have the honor of serving you to sleep tonight"

Loki turned around and saw the noble lady standing behind the old duke.

The noble lady, who is only 18 years old, has blonde hair and purple eyes and a tall figure. The light golden long skirt outlines her perfect figure, and there is a deep ravine on her white chest. She is a sexy beauty who combines youth and maturity.

What is more valuable is the gentle aura exuded from her whole body, which makes people feel pity just by looking at her.

This level of beauty must be a topsy-turvy existence in the 21st century. It's a pity that Loki has no interest in women at this time.

Although braised pork tastes good, even a strong man with a good appetite cannot eat a big bowl of it every night.

In the French Principality, where the folk customs are quite open, women do not value reputation.

You should know that this is a country where the nobles openly practice the "right of first night". Returning to Paris and reorganizing the lost memories in his mind, Loki finally figured out that the establishment of the "right of first night" was not the wishful thinking of the nobles.

A considerable number of civilian girls hope to be loved by the nobles in their lives, even if only once, they can feel that

Among all the nobles, Loki is the most dazzling gem on the top of the crown. Giving your virginity to the hero who founded the empire is simply the most romantic thing in the world.

Sleeping with a woman can be called beautiful if you experience it occasionally.

But it lasts for 6 months, and every day is spent in a sea of ​​blood.

This is definitely not a pleasant thing.

The noble girls in the kingdom have regarded "sleeping with Loki" as a sacred belief. Everyone knows that they must hurry up and complete this sacred cause before Queen Elizabeth returns home.

Otherwise, there will be no chance in the future.

A large number of noble girls took advantage of the family's audience with the king to hand over the heroes in their minds. For half a year, they were paired with different women every day like stallions. No matter how beautiful the things were, they would become a terrible torture.

"Can I refuse?" Loki moved away from Miss Blair and asked Ecobert behind him softly.

"My king, you slept with her best friend in Provence three months ago, and slept with her senior sister in the Champagne Church four months ago"

"Corsica is one of the top 7 provinces in my kingdom in terms of taxation. The Clement family has always been loyal to the royal family. I do not recommend treating them differently"

Loki sighed in tears and laughter. In his wildest dreams, he could not imagine that he would sleep with women until he wanted to vomit in this life.

It seems that the plan to drink and talk happily with several old friends in Murmansk tonight is doomed to fail.

Subconsciously reaching out to support his old waist, Loki met the smiling eyes of the noble lady.

"My king, the hero I admire."

The girl leaned forward slightly, and the right angle made the deep ravines on her chest clearer in Loki's eyes. While kissing the back of his hand, she stretched out her warm and wet tongue and secretly sucked Loki's little finger into her mouth.

In the daily education of noble ladies, how to seduce men more efficiently is a compulsory course that everyone must master. Ten thousand years of human history has long told them that beauty and wisdom are the most powerful weapons of women.

However, at this moment, a low horn sounded suddenly from the horizon.

At the same time, the rally bells of the church in the city rang at the same time.

He subconsciously looked back at Echobert standing behind him, but found that he also had his eyes wide open.

(So, the sound of the war horn is not an illusion I imagined!)

There really is an enemy army bypassing the hundreds of kilometers long border and appearing under the high walls of Paris!