By the next morning, a detailed schedule of merchant arrivals from Albian-Lapland was on the table.

In addition to the departure and port times of each ship, it also "attached" detailed ocean currents, sea conditions, monsoons, ice floes, and the condition of the ships, just as the General Staff has always been meticulous and detailed.

Relying on this information, it is enough to grasp the time of each cargo ship entering and leaving the port to the greatest extent. But as Tristan has mentioned, these alone are not enough to find the thief in the name of the entity.

In addition to not knowing the lives and physical characteristics of the other party, the biggest problem is that it is impossible for them to ask Lapland to carry out the time-consuming and labor-intensive inventory of each ship, and there is something that cannot be said for a specific reason.

It is one thing to be noble, and quite another to blatantly meddle in the internal affairs of other countries. It is not a simple matter to block ports and check on people who have passed by at least a letter of authorization issued by the prime minister of a country himself, involving at least five or six relevant departments. Lapland and Charlemagne have achieved considerable economic integration, and the two countries are still independent sovereign states, which have not yet been officially characterized as a master-slave relationship like the Baba State and the Foot Basin Chicken. In this ambiguous state of not having a lover and more than a relationship, the Charlemagne royal family and the V.E company should not be too arbitrary, and must give a clear reason and ask Lapland for assistance in the form of a request.

Whew――

Exhale, mind out of planning, compared to distant planning, the situation that is about to begin is the reality.

Led by court attendants, Roland and Minerva walked side by side in the corridor leading to the Hall of Mirrors of the Palace of Versailles.

Compared to the Tuileries Palace, which is connected by countless corridors. The corridors of the Palace of Versailles are quite constricted, but they are still so large that they are almost meaningless in width and length. Apparently only to move to other rooms, a carpet of velvet with red piping gold rimmed was laid on the polished marble floor, and a large number of works of art were placed between the Doric columns, even the vases were gilded with enamel paintings.

Out of the corner of his eye, a lifelike statue of a girl skimmed, and his heart was filled with emotion in vain.

Even with a limited knowledge of art, he understands that the excessive accumulation of art is not to show style, but to show off the power of the royal family, and in the environment of vast power and wealth, visitors will feel invisible pressure. And then subconsciously put a low posture - to put it bluntly. It is a means used to intimidate people.

So no one cares about the lifelike statue in the corridor, and they don't care about the effort and passion that the carver has spent on this stone girl, and how many days the price of this statue can afford the life of ordinary people. The air here is filled with the "bearing" and "majesty" of the royal family, and it is a place where people who regard the luxurious court as breathing as natural as they live

(It's the same as the Council Building.) ）

Compare it with the location of the nominal highest center of power in Yalfheim. Roland sighed in his heart. The two have a lot in common in terms of style. It's also similar in terms of the fall of power. The only difference is the race in the building.

In comparison, Li Lin's office was simple and unusual, not the aristocratic view of waste as a virtue. It also lacks the style of an ordinary rich man, but the office full of information, reports, and a strange cold and hard atmosphere can make Roland experience the oppression of authority.

“...... What's wrong with you?"

Minerva suddenly turned her face sideways and asked Roland, who bowed his head and was silent.

"Ah...... It's nothing. ”

will feel empty and disobedient for this kind of thing, and can only say that he is a common man in his bones, and with Minerva's pace, Roland hides his wry smile.

"Are you ready?"

Walking to the entrance door of the Hall of Mirrors and stopping, Minerva opened her mouth to ask Roland, her hands with silk gloves were held together, her hands through the silk cloth were a little cold and stiff, obviously she was also a little nervous and uncomfortable.

After all, it's a lifelong event, so there's no reason not to be nervous.

With an encouraging smile at the strong princess, Roland and Minerva stepped forward together.

After the secretary's roll call, the door opened to both sides as if it were an automaton, and as the huge thick door opened, Roland was presented with the most luxurious and splendid place of Versailles.

Brilliant -

Under the bright light, the first image of the boy was this, and after taking 1 or 2 seconds to get used to the light, he added "Brilliant".

Equal to the height of a four-story building of 12 meters, and the vast floor space of 76 meters long and 10 meters wide, there is no room in such a large room that is not favored by light. If you look closely, it turns out that it relies on 24 huge crystal chandeliers, plus the candles lit by 32 multiple candlesticks and 8 high candlesticks that can insert 150 candles on the three rows of candles in the hall, and the reflection of 17 floor-to-ceiling mirrors inlaid with 483 mercury mirrors drives the darkness out of the Hall of Mirrors with the strong light of unimaginable candles.

The abundance of artwork in the corridors is taken to the extreme here – even the frames and statues are covered with gold leaf, which further enhances the effect of light.

The splendid hall was filled with men and women dressed in noble costumes, all of whom were guests of honor to celebrate the formal marriage between Her Royal Highness and the heirs of V.E. Among them were many familiar faces of Roland and Minerva.

The people who had been chatting and laughing around the round tables in the hall had long since ceased to talk, and they remained upright in their positions, facing the equally well-dressed young men and women, and bent down with the palm of their right hand on their left chest. The servant who was in charge of greeting the guests also put down his things and saluted respectfully.

Minerva has been accustomed to this situation since she was a child, and she returned the salute to the guests with smooth movements. The inexperienced Roland returned the salute blankly, and then, under the guidance of the court attendants, walked to the special seat set up on the side of the hall.

Although they are the protagonists today, their seats are only foils, and the finely carved dragon chairs are the protagonists forever. The seat of the princess and the colt naturally subordinated to the supreme kingship. Interestingly, as the head of the man's family, Li Lin's seat was among the important ministers, close to Prime Minister Richelieu, rather than the exclusive seat of the royal family. It seems that the good thing that a father is expensive by virtue of a son cannot be spread on the president.

However, Li Lin didn't seem to care about this, nodded at Roland, and continued to chat with Richelieu. Looking at the two old foxes who were about to become sperm with friendly and friendly smiles, they laughed happily from time to time, and the people around them also echoed from time to time. As if he was in good form and united, Roland, who knew the real situation between the two, felt that his stomach was starting to hurt again. (To be continued......)