Just when I was thinking about the pros and cons of the shirtless fighting style of ancient Viking berserkers and the frantic fighting style of ancient Celtic berserkers for Maurice, several Prussians with panic-stricken eyes walked in with their guards.

"Your Highness! Help!"

What's going on?

I know all these Prussians, and one of them is the son of the Prince of Dessau, Dietrich of the Three Great Vajras of Anhalt.

"No blood, no dust, the boots are clean." Constans took a look and said.

I understand what he means. If these guys say they are being ambushed outside, then if we follow them out obediently, then we will be ambushed.

But since everyone is so familiar with each other, is it necessary to take such precautions?

"Your Highness, Your Highness the Prince, is angry. He wants to tear up the alliance signed with the Swedes. He will immediately send troops to attack the capital of the Kingdom of Sweden, Stockholm!" Dietrich shouted.

Holy shit, what's wrong with this girl?

"How could this happen?" I was startled at first, then I thought that today is a festive day when my sister goes out to pick up her father, "Is it related to the king?"

Dietrich smiled bitterly and said, "Yes."

"Let's go."

Leaving Constans at the base camp, I asked Leon, Maurice and Hippias to light up the escort and headed towards the palace where Philetelia was.

As soon as we entered the palace where Philetria was staying, we saw a large group of servants and servants gathering together with surprised looks on their faces. They were mumbling something without knowing what they were talking about.

Passing through the courtyard corridor and entering the hall, outside a room with a door ajar, nobles and officials with insufficient qualifications crowded around in circles. On the other side, there was someone I had never seen before.

Several female relatives were sobbing softly. They were sobbing and wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

Why does this scene seem a bit familiar?

"Move over, step aside." Dietrich said to the officials blocking the front.

I followed the passage opened by Dietrich and walked to the door. As soon as I took a step, I heard Schwerin's voice: "Your Highness, please think again! You must know that now is not the best time to send troops to Sweden. We

We have just signed an armistice agreement with the Kingdom of Sweden. If we start a war hastily, the Kingdom of Prussia will be stigmatized as treacherous!"

"Yes! Your Highness, what's more, the Kingdom of Prussia has gone through a rebellion for more than a year, and the recruitment and recruitment of the army have just begun. It will be difficult for us to win if we start the war in such a hurry!" Lierdes echoed Schwerin's words.

Faintly, I heard the voice of Feletelia almost gnashing her teeth: "Then let the people of the Kingdom of Sweden hand over Otto! Well. Let the Swedes hand over that scumbag Otto and send people to Sweden immediately.

.Ask Karl XII for Otto. As long as Sweden hands Otto to me, I will tolerate it for the time being!"

"It was the Kingdom of France, Your Highness, and the Kingdom of Sweden sent Otto to the French court."

"Then send diplomats to the Kingdom of France. Let the King of France hand over Otto. With the strength of our Kingdom of Prussia, the King of France will agree with me."

"His Royal Highness," a voice said hesitantly as he didn't know what to say. "The King of Sweden, he..."

"The King of Sweden, he gave Otto to the Duke of Anjou to accept his protection. The Duke of Anjou has always been friendly to Sweden. I'm afraid..."

"You're afraid..." Feletelia was silent, and the room was completely silent. Then I heard several people swallowing saliva involuntarily and the sound of their throats sliding.

"You're afraid..."

A hysterical roar sounded from inside the door.

"If you are so afraid, why are you still alive? How many fears have you said in total from just now to now? I am the heir of Hohenzollern, your prince, and your ruler! Your ancestors,

As early as three hundred years ago, you declared your allegiance to our Hohenzollern family. Do you still remember those oaths that you have sworn to defend the Hohenzollern family to the death?"

"Your Highness, we have never forgotten our oath to defend the territory of the Hohenzollern family to the death..."

"Then how can you ignore my words! Or does the Kingdom of Prussia no longer regard me as your prince? There was that bastard Otto in the front, the aristocrats of East Prussia behind, and now it's you! Is the matter serious enough?

Has it reached the point?"

"Your Highness! What you said is too serious. I, not only me, but also the Principality of Anhalt, will defend to the death the rule of the Hohenzollern blood over the Kingdom of Prussia! Even Count Schwerin, Count Lierdes, these

There is no one who has not firmly supported you from the beginning!"

"Okay, then where are the others!"

Damn, this world is too small. Could it be that the angry version of the Führer also traveled through time, and even wore it on a girl?

Before Feletelia continued to curse and broke everyone's hearts, I shouted to the officials outside the door: "What are you doing here? Don't you have anything to do?"

Watching the officials outside the door scatter, I pushed the door open and walked in. Sitting inside were an angry female literary youth and high-ranking officials from the Kingdom of Prussia divided into two piles.

"I heard what you just said, you are going to attack the Swedes." I walked up and looked at the girl with red eyes and said.

"Yes!"

I asked: "Which army are you going to use? The side of the Prince of Dessau and the Count of Schwerin, the Count Lierdes, or the Romans?"

Philetria opened her mouth, but then closed it. I waited for a few seconds, and by then Philetria had closed her eyes, and the red color on her face gradually faded away. It seemed that she had understood what she meant.

Being in a situation.

"Please all of you go out for a moment. I have something to say to the prince."

After Schwerin and the Prince of Dessau, a group of old ministers, gave me fierce glances, I saw Hans looking at her with pity for a long time before leaving. This man was still obsessed with the beauty of the female literary youth.

I locked the door and walked over: "It's just a day. What happened over there? Can you tell me?"

"What happened..." Feletelia showed a bitter smile, "I can no longer describe what happened in words, I still take you to see it."

I frowned, could it be that Karl XII abused old Frederick?

He doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Feletelia stood up and opened the door from the other side, and then led me to the place where she usually receives me.

There, four guards stood at the door.

"Your Highness."

"Open the room." Feletelia said.

A guard dutifully took out the key, unlocked the door, and then pushed the door open.

"My father is in there."

When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a man with messy hair, whose behavior was not much different from that of a lunatic in a lunatic asylum. He was shaking his head, his white eyes were slightly bulging, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and he was sipping liquid.

His hands were clenched like chicken claws, shaking constantly, while a few conspicuous ropes tied him to the couch, causing the entire couch to shake with his body.

Is this Feletria’s father?

Looking at his figure, he does look like a very tall man. He is at least 2 meters tall. No wonder Philetelia is so tall too.

"sausage…"

“Big sausage….”

"Sausage... big sausage..."

Uh...he wants some sausage?

"The people from the mission told me. The Swedes told them that if they don't want my father to make a fuss and run around like crazy, they have to tie my father up. As soon as my father is tied up, he will think that he is

A sausage, so that he can sit quietly all day." Feletelia said with difficulty.

Hmm. It's really a big sausage.

"Didn't you say that he was just paralyzed? Is he temporarily unable to act? How could he be like this? He also became crazy and insane..."

Feletelia said with hatred: "My father is indeed unable to act or be a director, but among the Swedes, the Swedes say that the reason why my father became like this is because Otto once hired people from Austria and Denmark.

The royal physician treated him!"

Damn, is there any treatment that can turn a sane living person into a lunatic?

Is he a professor or a beast?

The female literary youth cried. She looked at her father with her eyes open and said, "It's not that I don't want to control my anger, but when I think of it, my father was moving on the floor of this palace just now with a body that was almost unable to move.

At that time, I wanted to destroy the entire Sweden and kill Otto! I really didn’t expect that Otto and the Swedes would go to this extent! The two countries were at war, how could they be so cruel! How could they torture my father like this!

Don’t they have any humanity!!!”

As she said that, Feletelia put her arms around her shoulders and squatted on the ground, with mucus flowing out of her nose. She opened her eyes and looked over: "Nikephoros, what should I do? Tell me,

what do I do?"

I really want to remind Feletelia that if she opens her mouth to speak again, her nose will slip into her mouth...

The sight of the female literary youth filling her mouth with snot, tears and saliva made me shudder. I almost took a few steps back. However, I still mustered up the courage to go over and hug Feletelia. Her lower body

She was sobbing, and now she was completely wailing.

While she was crying, I had to think about the future with a headache. Now it’s better. Originally, I thought that the dispute over the two territories of West Prussia and Former Pomerania was not enough to create a big enough gap between Prussia and Sweden.

, now it’s okay, now that this has happened, I have to worry about Sweden attracting too much hatred.

When Feletelia gradually calmed down, I asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Um."

"Okay, since you are asking me for my advice, first of all, I think we have to go find a doctor to see if they can cure the king's disease." I don't have much hope for this, but let the girl have one.

Hope is also good.

Feletelia nodded suddenly.

"Secondly, if I were you, I would endure it." Feeling the girl in my arms tremble, I hurriedly said, "But this does not mean that we do nothing. At least we must remove Otto from

Capture France! Although it is a bit difficult."

"It doesn't matter, because you will help me, right?"

"Um."

"Finally..." I glanced at my sister's sausage daddy before saying, "After experiencing so much suffering, I think you should cherish the people in front of you more."

Girl, what’s that look in your eyes? The person in front of me is not “in front of you” in that sense!
Chapter completed!