The atmosphere of the dance has always been dull, perhaps because they are about to go to the battlefield. Almost everyone here... every cat is closely related to the battlefield. They are either officers who are about to embark on the battlefield, or their family members.

Lord Meowlington sat aside and drank like a general. The amber wine in the glass reflected the light, flickering, as if to indicate the owner's uncertain mood.

Duchess Georgiana also came over and invited Meowlington to dance. Meowlington, who was already a veteran in socializing, did not refuse and danced with the Duchess to the latest and most popular waltz of the Meowsburg royal family.

A brisk one.

In this era, although the Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor imperial, was ordered to be disbanded by His Majesty Napoleon, the royal claim of the Bousburg-Lorraine family was still there, so the rule of law was still there.

In the hands of the Fort family.

Even if Austria is the only main body now, as long as the Meowburg family does not cease to have heirs or abdicate, the claim will always be in their hands.

Of course, Austria is also capable of big things, and at least he has done two things successfully.

One thing is to successfully make people think that Beethoven is Austrian, and the other thing is to successfully make people think that the failed art student who started World War II is German.

If you don’t pass the exam, you’ll have World War II!

Of course, the most popular figure in Austria in this era is not the turn of a certain art student who has the power to go to Judah. ​​At present, the most popular one should be Archduke Karl.

He was also the last emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Francis II, and the current first emperor of the Austrian Empire, Francis I.

It's quite confusing, but after all, the country name has been changed, and the numbers still need to be re-sequenced.

In fact, HRE is not as evil as what is posted on the Internet. At least during the Hohenstaufen dynasty, HRE's martial virtues were still very abundant. Many people know that the sun never sets on the Empire to describe the most prosperous leader, but it is very

Few people know that this sentence was said by Emperor Charles V of the Habsburg Dynasty.

"On my territory, the sun never sets!" declared the then Emperor Charles V.

Of course, the claim of Charles V as Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire was obtained by bribing the electors. Generally speaking, we call him King Carlos I of Spain.

After dancing with Duke Meowlington, Georgiana originally wanted to invite Louis to dance a song out of politeness, but because Louis really didn't fit the Meow people's aesthetics, Georgiana gave up after hesitating.

idea.

"I can see that you and your female companion don't quite fit in with our aesthetic here, cat." Meowlington poured himself some whiskey with his flexible cat paws, held it in his hand and pointed it at the light, looking at it with some confusion.

There is wine in the glass, and after a while, gently place the glass on the eucalyptus table aside.

"I've also discovered this problem." Louis didn't mind. To be honest, he was not a Freeman. Being favored by these cats was a big deal, okay?

Duke Meowlington laughed heartily, and his sharp teeth shone coldly under the light of the light - it can be seen that His Excellency the Duke is very attentive to the maintenance of his teeth. Otherwise, how could he have such good teeth...

"At your age, I have already had two or three female companions." Duke Meowlington raised his legs elegantly, "Oh, yes, how old are you?"

"Fourteen." Louis replied, picking up a biscuit.

"Ah...Fourteen." Duke Meowlington would have blushed if the cat hair hadn't blocked his face. He thought for a while and then said to himself: "Fourteen years old, ha...well, you are really young.

There’s something promising, meow.”

"Tsk, except for that little guy, all three of them are my women." Louis introduced them seriously, pointing to the two ladies who were watching the cats dancing in ecstasy.

Of course, he was bragging for the man's sake, so he sent a message to Christasa in his mind to tell her to shut up and stop talking.

Christasa wanted to refute, but she didn't dare. To be honest, as Louis' personal maid, in ancient times they were all maids with the same roommate, how could she possibly escape the fate of being captured by Louis. On the other hand, the main thing was

Louis looks a little handsome, let him have it on his mouth

There's nothing wrong with being a little cheaper.

Duke Meowlington opened his eyes wide with a solemn expression, as if he was looking at Louis again.

"Heroes no matter how young they are, I admire cats." This time, Duke Meowlington gave Louis a thumbs up sincerely, thanks to his flexible cat claws.

"Thank you." Louis hooked Krisstrasa's chin with some complacency, causing the latter to narrow her eyes comfortably.

Maybe dragons, like cats, like to be touched on their chins no matter what?

At this moment, a messy herald came in from outside, and Louis could tell from his dress.

The herald walked up to Meowlington, stood at attention and saluted, and Duke Meowlington also stood up and returned the salute.

"Report to the Marshal..."

Seeing that the herald had attracted the attention of others, Duke Meowlington immediately interrupted him: "Okay, I understand, hush, give me the letter."

After the herald handed the letter to Meowlington, he saluted and left the ball.

After putting the letter in his pocket, Duke Meowlington looked at the people who were staring at him and said with a smile: "Everyone, continue, this is just a very ordinary letter from home."

After receiving his answer, the crowd resumed its bustle.

After seeing that people had diverted their attention, Duke Meowlington opened the letter.

It was a letter from William, Prince of Orange in the Netherlands.

The letter was written at about ten o'clock, and it probably means that the Prussian army was attacked by the French army and was forced to retreat from Fleurous. Since Fleurous is located northeast of Charleroi, this means that the French have crossed San

Bray River.

The letter did not describe the true strength of the French army, which made Duke Meowlington hesitate.

After a while, he made up his mind and called the herald, asking him to give orders to the Prince of Orange, ordering him to return to the battlefield immediately.

The herald hurried away, carrying the Duke of Meowlington's instructions.

As a bag of celebrities, Duke Meowlington has seen through Napoleon's true intentions from clues - of course, he is not the same as Pique who saw through Ronaldo's offense. History has proved that his judgment is indeed correct.

is correct.

Otherwise, he would have become a powerful player long before Pique.

"Let's go, Louis, let's go to dinner." Meowlington was very relaxed after seeing through Napoleon's intentions, and even the cat's whiskers were trembling happily...

"I happen to be a little hungry too." Louis smiled and nodded in agreement.

Cats' dinners always include seafood and poultry, especially the black truffle, which has become famous recently because the Emperor got it after eating it. At this time, the rules of Russian food have not yet become popular, and the cat attendants are constantly

Shuttle back and forth, serving delicious dishes to the guests.

"The conditions on the battlefield are poor, let's have a meal." Duke Meowlington said, and he used a spoon to spread a spoonful of full-grained caviar evenly on the bread, opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

As the food entered his mouth, Meowling's eyes closed slightly, his whiskers trembled, and he looked extremely satisfied.

As a soldier, there are no rules when it comes to eating. Louis' etiquette has always been impeccable when there are outsiders, which made Meowlington praise him repeatedly.

"Elegance, so elegant." Duke Meowlington shook his head and said, "I think you must be a noble from the far east, otherwise you wouldn't have such a temperament that comes from within."

Louis thought to himself that I am the Duke of Cambridge next to your home.

Of course, he couldn't tell the truth. He could only say with a smile: "You guessed it right, I also happen to be a Duke."

"Oh, that's great!" Meowlington's expression became even more satisfied. He stretched out his cat's paw and patted Louis' arm. It felt like he had truly accepted Louis this time.

In this era, it is not only the virtue of being a hero, but also the whole world.

If the family doesn't have a small status inherited from ancestors, they are all nouveau riche.

After eating a few bites, a Norwegian forest cat with sleek fur hurriedly walked in from outside. He looked young.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, Your Excellency, Marshal!" he kept saying.

shouted Meowlington.

Poor Duke Meowlington had just taken a bite of bread, and the bread was still in his mouth, looking extremely cute. When he heard a familiar voice, he turned around in shock and quickly pulled the bread out of his mouth: "William

?Didn’t I ask you to return to the battlefield? Why did you return to Brussels?"

The visitor is none other than the Prince of Orange, William.

Now the Prince of Orange is generally known as Wilhelm II in history - of course not the bearded Wilhelm II, the later leader of the black flag in old Berlin and the diplomatic genius, but William of the Netherlands.

Well, the prince of the Netherlands lives in Brussels.

William didn't have time to say anything. He looked around and sat next to Meowlington. After getting a credible hint from Louis, William whispered: "At half past ten, Napoleon has almost advanced to Four Arms Village...

"

"I understand William, you should go back to your army." Duke Meowlington said with a frown.

"But, Your Excellency..." William wanted to say something more, but saw Meowlington staring at him closely.

"William, you have to go back to your army. Your soldiers need you even more now." Meowlington said in a strong tone: "Don't worry, I have prepared a complete countermeasure, you just need to put your heart back in your stomach.

"

"Okay." William nodded and hurried away without even eating, with a worried look on his face.

After eating and chatting for more than 20 minutes, Duke Meowlington led his people to Duke Meowsman's study, where a situation map of the entire battlefield hung...

He looked at the map carefully and admired sincerely: "God! Napoleon humiliated me. He advanced against me for twenty-four hours..."

It's this sentence that makes people think a little bit.

Standing in front of the map, Meowlington was worried that his army would not be able to stop Napoleon's offensive in Four Arms Village. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to designate the small village that looked very good on the map as his decisive place.

When asked by other generals what he planned to do, Meowlington replied: "I have ordered the army to go to Four Arms Village, but I will not fight him there. If a decisive battle must be fought, I must be here.

Fight him."

With sharp eyes, Louis saw Meowlington pointing his thumb to a place called Waterloo.
To be continued...