Chapter 1192 The Missing Red Tsar

Judith soon regretted taking the Phoenix King's orders.

First of all, Marcus is a rough guy. His level of knowledge is about the same as that of a prenatal education student. He can only sing a few lines of poetry in praise of Tal.

Some complicated situations cannot be taught at all. The elf talked about the shortcomings of the elector system and the contradiction between the voting system and the church. Marcus just stared straight in the eyes and said: 'Oh, sir, I understand, so it is like this... …'

And some professional basic military command skills... This reminded him of two hundred years ago, when the illiterate mercenaries took over Kislev. Tactical movements, password setting, intelligence interpretation... were all taught one by one with sticks.

Secondly, Marcus is an alcoholic, and it is wrong to say that he is an alcoholic. His hobby of wine does not outweigh his duties, but he always likes to drink a few more drinks.

The Imperial people who were accustomed to drinking brandy and malt liquor entered Kislev, which is rich in high-strength liquor. The result was predictable. In just one month, Marcus had already developed the red nose common to Kislev ladies.

In the end, he was a human being, and a very crude and straightforward human being. Only this made Judith a little relieved, otherwise he would have been thrown directly to the Patriot Army.

In the manor house, Marcus was drunk and poured half a bottle of vodka into his glass, then picked up pickled cucumbers and sausages, preparing to reward himself.

Elves are very busy, especially with many meetings to attend when the twin-tailed comet is high in the sky.

His daily job is to tinker with the long sword every day, and then give the dragon a bath with a water spray gun. If nothing happens, he can also take a stroll in the elven neighborhood and see the architectural scenery that is different from human culture.

After a mouthful of pickled cucumbers, the sour taste made Marcus' mouth churn a little, and he couldn't wait to find something to dilute the taste.

But this was the best moment to drink. He drank half a glass of vodka in one gulp. The spicy and sweet taste washed away the sourness, and it felt like there was a fire burning in his chest.

Resisting the distortion on his face, when the alcohol surged up, he growled: "It feels good."

"Tal, if I can live like this for the rest of my life, I will offer you a rabbit as a sacrifice every day."

"But you may not have a chance..."

The faint voice stunned Marcus as he chewed the sausage. He immediately stood up straight and his red nose faded a bit.

"Sir, I'm just doing my daily prayers to Tal, I'm not lazy in any way!"

Judith, who had just returned from the meeting, saw the smell of alcohol in the room and knew that the Kislev servants did not dare to do anything to this distinguished guest, so they could only comply with the request and deliver drinks and food every day.

But the Phoenix King wants you to come, not just for fun!

"Krupel, do you remember the position you just received?"

Marcus thought to himself, it seems that the elf wants to be his guard... But you can hang me with one hand, so why do you need a guard?

"Sir, I am your escort."

"Since you are a guard, how could you lie in bed and drink with peace of mind when I was in crisis!!"

Judith's roar was as heroic as it was two hundred years ago, and Marcus' face was stained with spit.

Marcus didn't dare to provoke the elf. He was a ruthless character who could kill people without blinking an eye. He didn't even have to move his fingers. He had more than a hundred elite men who could hack people to death.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't know."

"Are you really not aware, or are you pretending not to know."

"I have no idea."

The straightforward answer made Judith just want to shake her head and express her speechlessness. If the empire were all such stupid people, they would take jujube pills.

"Now, grab your gear and follow me."

Judith turned to leave, which made Marcus relieved. He immediately picked up the newly issued guy at the bedside, a machete, a breech-loading rifle, and a red and white hood with an elf style. Robe and chain mail.

When he put on the helmet, he rolled his eyes and looked at the half-cup of vodka left on the round table. He held his breath and poured it all into his mouth like drinking water.

After burping, he came to the open space of the manor with some swaying legs and feet, and looked at a group of big men looking at him in confusion.

Judith was really speechless about this guy. He even asked for a drink when he was on a mission. Your ancestral home is Kislev Maozi.

Waving his hand for Marcus to roll into the team, Judith turned her head and asked the top brass of the Patriot Army who had just entered.

"How are things going at the Tsar's court?"

The top brass of the Patriot Army looked very serious. Continuing the past tradition, they designed the emblem in white according to the blue and white colors of Raskol's original designation, Misha's Eagle, and the flaming eagle flag that symbolized rebirth during the Vampire Wars. The three colors of blue and red mean purity to the gods, passion for war, and loyalty to the motherland.

The man wearing a tricolor badge took out a document from Kislev: "Boris has disappeared, and we think there is no possibility of survival... Now the Orthodox Church and all Bojes have expressed their support for Princess Katerina , the Patriot Army has not expressed its position yet.”

"Are you worried that Katelin will create the bloody Tsarina?"

The senior leaders of the Patriot Army nodded with difficulty. The Vampire War was a bad news for Kislev. They were always on guard against the fact that a czar who controlled the power of the country did something stupid and turned to the dark forces.

"We hope that His Majesty the Phoenix King will be invited to Kislev to evaluate Katrin's qualifications and whether there is a possibility of joining the dark forces."

The ruler of a king needs the approval of the ruler of another country when he succeeds. This seems extremely absurd, but it is a fact.

Imrik hardly interfered with the succession of Kislev, as long as there was no trouble and the Northern Chaos found an opportunity, and you barbarians could do whatever you wanted.

But some special people, such as Red Tsar Boris, the Phoenix King once invited the giant bear to Oshuan, and after personally meeting him, he gave high praise and believed that the two sides could deepen their cooperative relationship.

And this time... the female tsar who was less than ten years old made everyone uneasy.

Back then, Tsar Alexander was killed by Chaos, leaving an ice princess to inherit the throne. Now Red Tsar Boris is missing, leaving Princess Catherine alone in the court, which is almost the same as the situation back then.

"His Majesty currently has no energy to pay attention to Kislev's affairs. He has appointed me to represent the will of Oshuan... But I can tell you a piece of news, Catherine will be a wise monarch."

The senior leaders of the National Guard did not understand where the elves' confidence came from, but with the previous experience of Red Tsar Boris, he still agreed with this statement.

Thanks to the efforts of Red Tsar Boris and Patriarch Constantine, the declining Orthodox Church rose again, and people once again believed that the gods were still protecting Kislev.

"I hope your judgment...can bring some hope to Kislev. The double-tailed comet has arrived, and our people need faith." (End of this chapter)