Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Although he was a little shocked by Milin's matryoshka roasted calf... in fact, he was completely shocked by himself.

But Pahlavi, who was still the adopted son of the former emperor and had seen various situations, quickly calmed down his emotions.

Like Milin, he picked up a wooden skewer, dipped the pigeon eggs in honey, and put them in his mouth. After tasting them carefully for a while, Pahlavi showed a delicious expression and said:

"Is this the delicacy of Cathay? It is indeed extraordinary."

Heavy oil and added sugar will make you feel delicious as long as you take the first bite without any health problems.

But do you know that if you say this, the young master will lead a group of forty Chinese chefs to be the boss?

Although I could feel that Pahlavi's praise was a little sincere, Milin's expression still stiffened.

Especially after hearing the way Pahlavi praised this dish, Ella immediately covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Pahlavi asked curiously, noticing the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

"This dish does not come from Cathay." Milin glanced at Ella who was a little gloating, and then said: "It is a delicacy from my subordinate's hometown."

Milin especially used the accent on the word "hometown", and Ella, who was still laughing at the joke, immediately lost her expression.

Pahlavi, who was unaware of another world history gag, noticed that Milin was referring to Aila, the cook, as "subordinate" instead of "servant."

Pahlavi, who had been very thoughtful since he entered the house, was naturally called Milin and turned his attention to Ella.

As a result, Pahlavi was once again shocked.

Because for some reason, Pahlavi saw the shadow of the previous emperor, His Majesty Nereitses, in Ella.

Although for Pahlavi, Nereits was already a generation ago.

But in fact, the battle of "Neretse's Folly" that caused the empire to lose the Dragon Flag had only just passed seven or eight years.

Pahlavi's adoptive father, the previous emperor Arenikos, was a senior military officer in the empire at the time.

As the adopted son of a high-ranking military officer, Pahlavi was almost regarded as the heir to political status in the tradition of the empire. He met His Majesty Nereits with his adoptive father more than once.

Although his subsequent actions led to the emperor who lost the imperial dragon flag being dubbed "stupid".

But for Pahlavi at the time, the master of the empire still left a deep impression on him.

Could it be that this woman dressed as a chef is a descendant of His Majesty Nereits?

And Milin, the Cathay mercenary who was about to be won over by Her Majesty the Queen, was it because he had such a trump card that he came from behind the scenes to the front when Deus got the news about the Dragon Flag?

Wait, let's put it this way, wouldn't it be a very interesting joke in the eyes of the other party that he used the news about Long Qi as a ransom after his defeat?

And what does hometown food mean? There is no such thing as matryoshka barbecue in the imperial menu.

Could it be that the other party asked this suspected descendant of His Majesty Nereitses to make this dish in order to show himself that the empire was already in his pocket?

"Ahem!" Milin coughed lightly, pulling Pahlavi back, whose thinking was confused due to over-diversion.

Pahlavi, who also noticed that he was a little out of sorts, quickly collected his thoughts, bowed slightly to Ella in a very respectful manner, turned around and said to Milin:

"I wonder if you are satisfied with this house?"

"Of course, it can be said that I am very satisfied. Although I just moved in today, I already have the idea of ​​​​living here permanently." Milin said with a smile to Pahlavi.

"This is your Majesty's wish. I also feel that only this kind of mansion is worthy of your status."

Pahlavi mentioned His Majesty in the topic and expressed to Milin that this mansion was sold to Milin by him under the instruction of Her Majesty the Queen.

"Is it what Her Majesty the Queen wanted?" Although it was a question, Milin said to Pahlavi as if he already knew the situation.

"After all, there were some misunderstandings between us before this." Pahlavi, who knew very well that Milin would not know the inside story of this house, said.

"It's not a misunderstanding, just like you said, it's just a game." Milin said in an understatement.

Seeing that Milin revealed the matter so calmly, Pahlavi smiled and said:

"Yes, it was just a misunderstanding. I once thought that one day I would work with a hero like you, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly."

It seemed that after the incident was revealed, the two of them began to compliment each other without any nourishment.

While complimenting, the two of them also did not forget to praise Ella's "carefully cooked" "hometown delicacies".

But compared with Pahlavi's "sincere" praise, Milin's praise was completely fun-loving in Ella's eyes.

Ella, who only felt like a clown, played the role of a cook without saying a word the whole time.

By the way, I cut the bones as much as possible, which were hard to chew, and looked like they were used to feed Lapland, to Milin.

Milin responded to Ella's little revenge with an even sweeter compliment.

There was no cover-up to retaliate against each other, or in other words, neither of them bothered to cover up, which made Pahlavi, who was still somewhat sincere in wanting to leave a good impression in front of Ella, embarrassed.

When Pahlavi was thinking about whether to pretend not to see it or find a reason to change the subject.

A loud clash of swords came from the backyard of the mansion, interrupting the already uncontrollable awkward conversation.

Pahlavi, who could tell the type and power of the weapon from the sound, looked puzzled at Milin.

"Oh, don't mind. It's my apprentice and my adopted son who are practicing martial arts." Milin's mouth twitched slightly.

"Your successor?" Perhaps because he also had the status of an adopted son, Pahlavi directly skipped Milin's apprentice and paid attention to Milin's adopted son.

There is nothing special about the adopted son of an ordinary person. Even when Milin was still a mercenary, the adopted son was nothing special.

But it was different after Milin held a seat in the Imperial Senate.

Declaring your adopted son at this time is equivalent to showing others that you have found an heir to your rights...or an heir to part of your rights.

"Successor? Not really, it just took over a few days ago." Although he knew that Pahlavi had some misunderstandings, Milin still felt strange when he thought of Lapland becoming his successor one day.

"Oh, it hasn't been officially announced yet?" Pahlavi said with a clear look.

It was common in the empire for big nobles to adopt children from other families.

But not everyone who is adopted is qualified to be called an adopted child.

Only the most outstanding and desirable ones become officially adopted sons.

Even if there is no real inheritance, it can be regarded as an extension of the political identity of the adoptive parents.

Milin's attitude of accepting someone but not treating him as an adopted son is normal.

"e" Milin thought about whether to explain or just let Pahlavi

The misunderstanding continues.

"Dang!" A voice that was slightly louder than before reached the atrium.

Pahlavi's expression changed slightly when he heard what this level of sound meant.

Is this a discussion? Or is it that the way Cathay people determine their adopted children is by fighting each other? Whoever survives to the end becomes the king?

"I'm sorry for making you laugh. I'll be back as soon as I go." Putting the sheep and scorpion with only a few bites of meat back into Ella's hand, Milin showed an apologetic expression to Pahlavi and quickly walked deeper into the mansion. at.

Seeing Milin's hurry, Pahlavi hesitated for a moment, put down the mutton chops that he had only eaten a few bites in, and followed Milin in.

It's not that he wants to pry into Milin's privacy. If Milin encounters any danger, he can still help. Pahlavi, who is very confident in his own strength, thought so.

Ella, who didn't go in with him, forked a piece of meat and tasted it.

"Bah, it tastes terrible. As expected, they all became bigger after being roasted separately."