Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 668 92

Three days later.

paris royal palace

Returning to the imperial city of Paris from the Northern Continent, Loki has basically understood why he ran away from home eight years ago.

Thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence - the job of an emperor is not something ordinary people can endure.

Especially an emperor who has been missing for 8 years.

The last six months of life have been an endless torture for him.

During this long six months, his only task every day was to sit on the throne and meet with officials from various provinces in the kingdom.

Loki lost his memory for 13 years during the journey into the Black Desert.

Even if he finally escapes from the depths of the desert, the memories he has lost for 13 years cannot be restored. After returning to Paris, he faced an almost completely unfamiliar country.

Most of the lords I once knew either abdicated or died for various reasons. After the king returns, the new successor needs to bring his children and vassals to the palace and swear allegiance to the king again.

Once upon a time, his land only consisted of 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. There are seven or eight cities in each province, and each lord will bring all his family members with him.

After half a year, the long interview work was still not completed.

It is another sunny day outside the window today. The city of Paris is full of flowers and there is laughter and laughter everywhere.

As a king, Loki wanted to go out for a walk, but he couldn't. ,

Because there is still Duke Clayman’s family from Corsica waiting to see them today.

After seven maids dressed him in five layers of king's attire, he suddenly had a question: It was better to be a king or to be in prison, also being bound by freedom.

Thinking about it along the way, it seems that it would be better to go to jail.

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

Have goals and drive.

That's quite a meaningful life.

And what about being a king?

The title "King of Normandy" sounds good, but living the life of a king actually involves making endless decisions in a day, meeting endless nobles, endless drinking parties, and asking for money. Dozens of armies wanted food and people.

It may be okay to hear the king's name called a dozen or twenty times, but if you hear it too many times, it will be no different from a cat or a dog. The first reaction of most people when they see themselves is to lower their heads. If they walk slower, they will kneel down on the spot.

This feeling is not good.

Fortunately, Elizabeth took Prince Vinland to receive martial arts training in Murmansk at this time. If this suffocating fire is coupled with an angry wife and a son she is completely unfamiliar with.

hehe. . .

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

After changing clothes, I simply had two bites of breakfast. When the sundial pointed to 9 o'clock, Loki sat on the throne again.

Today we are meeting with the family of Duke Clayman from the Lorraine Province. The old Duke was nearly 70 years old this year. With the support of the guards, he walked up to Loki and spoke in obscure French about his loyalty to the king.

Behind him knelt neatly in a row of direct and collateral children, as well as more than thirty vassals under his command.

Loki would meet each of them in turn, allow them to kiss the back of his hand, and say a random word or two to appreciate their contribution to the kingdom. He has repeated this cycle at least a hundred times.

At this moment, I looked at the group of ministers at my feet.

For Loki, it makes no essential difference whether this is a group of humans or a group of zombies. The prosperous Principality of France was already a well-oiled business machine under the management of Mutu, the "King of Earth and Sea". But now the kingdom's territory has been expanded, and Mohrantin has established a foothold in Constantinople, gradually becoming bigger and stronger.

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

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

good

It's a great honor to see you.

Hope to create brilliance together

To every courtier who came forward to kiss the back of his hand, Loki mechanically offered a compliment or two. This is not because he doesn't cherish his subordinates, but that similar things have happened too many times.

The land area of ​​the Kingdom of Normandy is really too large.

In a long period of half a year, he met more than a hundred similar ministers every day. Until now, he could no longer remember their names and official titles, and could only barely remember their family crests and attire.

For example, today's Duke Clayman family from Corsica, their family emblem is a white flying dragon.

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

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

If you are lucky today, the cabinet meeting will end early.

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

To be fair, this is a much harder job than being a 996 social animal.

Because the daily life of a social animal does not include "smiling and letting a 70-year-old man kiss the back of his hand."

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

Before the unpleasant hand-kissing ceremony was completed, Ecobert, who was standing behind Loki, came closer at an inappropriate time.

"Miss Blair Clayman hopes to have the honor of sleeping with you tonight."

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

The aristocratic lady is only 18 years old and has blond hair and purple eyes. She is tall and tall. The pale golden dress outlines a perfect figure, and there is a deep ravine on her fair chest. She is a sexy beauty who combines youth and maturity.

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

The existence of a beauty of this level in the 21st century must have turned all living beings upside down. It's a pity that Loki has no interest in women at this time.

Although braised pork is delicious, a big bowl every night, no matter how strong a man's appetite is, can't taste the flavor.

In the Principality of France, where the folk customs are quite open, women do not value honors and honors.

You must know that this is a country where 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 the First Night" was not the wishful thinking of the nobles.

A considerable number of civilian girls hope to receive the love and affection of nobles in their lives, even if it only happens once.

Of all the nobles, Loki is the crown's brightest jewel. 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 a wonderful experience once in a while.

But it lasted for 6 months, and I spent every day in blood.

This is by no means a pleasant thing.

The noble girls in the kingdom have regarded "Sleeping Loki" as a sacred belief. Everyone knew that they had to hurry up and complete this sacred undertaking before Queen Elizabeth returned to the country.

Otherwise there will be no chance again in the future.

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

"Can I refuse?" Loki moved Reality 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 fellow senior sister in the Champagne Church four months ago."

"Corsica is one of the top seven tax-prone provinces in my kingdom. The Kleinman family has always been loyal to the royal family. I do not recommend treating them differently."

Loki let out a long sigh while crying and laughing. In his wildest dreams, he could not have imagined that in this life he would sleep with a woman until he felt like vomiting.

It seems that tonight's plan to have a drink and chat with some old friends in Murmansk is destined to go to waste.

Subconsciously reaching out to support his waist, Loki looked into the noble lady's smiling eyes.

"My king, the hero I admire."

The girl crouched slightly, and the right angle made the deep ravine on her chest more clear in Loki's eyes. While she was kissing the back of her hand and turning her back to everyone, she stretched out her warm and moist 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. Human history that lasts for thousands of years has already told them that beauty and wisdom are a woman's most powerful weapons.

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

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

He subconsciously turned back to look at Ecobert standing behind him, only to find that his eyes were also widened.

(So, the sound of the war horn is not a figment of my imagination!)

Enemy troops really bypassed the hundreds of kilometers of border lines and appeared under the high walls of Paris!