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Chapter 171: Emperor of the Meow Lanxi Empire

The atmosphere of the ball has been rather depressing, 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 go to the battlefield, or their family members.

Lord Mewlington sat aside drinking like a general, the amber wine in the glass reflecting the light, flickering, as if indicating the owner's changeable mood.

Duchess Georgiana even came over to invite Melington to dance with her. Melington, who was already a veteran in the social circle, did not refuse. He danced a lively dance with the Duchess to the latest and most popular waltz of the Bussburg royal family.

In this era, although the Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire, was ordered to dissolve by His Majesty Napoleon, the royal claim of the House of Bussburg-Lorraine still existed, so the legal system was still in the hands of the House of Bussburg.

Even though Austria is the only main body now, as long as the Miaoburg family does not die out or abdicate, the claim will always be in their hands.

Of course, Austria is also capable of great things. At least it has done two things quite successfully.

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

If you fail the exam, take the second try!
Of course, the most popular figure in Austria at this time is not some powerful art student. At present, the most popular one should be Archduke Karl.

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

It's quite messy, but after all, we have changed the country's name, so we still have to rearrange the order.

In fact, the Holy Roman Empire is not as weird as it is said on the Internet. At least during the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, the martial virtue of the Holy Roman Empire was still very abundant. Many people know that the empire on which the sun never sets is used to describe the heyday of the country, but few people know that this sentence was said by Charles V, the Emperor of the Habsburg Dynasty of the Holy Roman Empire.

"The sun never sets on my territory!" declared Emperor Charles V at the time.

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

After dancing with the Duke of Meowlington, Georgiana wanted to invite Louis to dance with her out of politeness, but because Louis really did not meet the aesthetic standards of the Meowling people, Georgiana gave up her idea after hesitating for a while.

"It can be seen that you and your female companion do not quite fit in with our aesthetic standards here, meow." Meowlington poured himself some whiskey with his flexible cat paws, held it in his hand towards the light, looked at the liquor in the glass with a dazed look, and after a while gently placed the glass on the table beside him.

"I've noticed this problem, too." Louis didn't mind. To be honest, he wasn't a fan of Fry. It was a big deal to be favored by these cats, right?

The Duke of Mewlington laughed loudly, his sharp teeth flashing coldly under the light - it can be seen that the Duke is very concerned about the maintenance of his teeth, otherwise how could he have such good teeth.

"At your age, I've already had two or three female companions, meow." Duke Meowlington crossed his legs elegantly, "Oh, yes, how old were you when you came here?"

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

"Ah... fourteen." If it weren't for the cat's fur blocking his view, Duke Meowlington's cheeks would definitely blush. He thought about it and said to himself, "Fourteen years old, ha... well, you are really young and promising, meow."

"Tsk, except for the short one, all three of them are my women." Louis pointed at the two ladies who were absorbed in watching Maomao dancing and introduced them seriously.

Of course he was bragging for the sake of his manliness, so he mentally sent a message to Christasa telling her to shut up.

Christasa wanted to refute, but she didn't dare. To be honest, as Louis's personal maid, in ancient times, she would have been a maid who passed through the room, so how could she escape the fate of being taken by Louis? On the other hand, it was mainly because Louis was a little handsome, so it was okay for him to take advantage of her.

The Duke of Mewlington opened his eyes wide, his expression awe-inspiring, as if he was looking at Louis again.

"A hero is not judged by age. I admire you, Meow." This time, Duke Meowlington gave Louis a thumbs up sincerely, thanks to his flexible cat claws.

"Thank you." Louis hooked Christasa's chin with some complacency, causing the latter to squint comfortably.

Maybe dragons are like cats and like to have their chins touched for no reason?
At this moment, a dishevelled messenger came in from outside, and Louis recognized him from his dress.

The herald walked up to Mewlington, stood at attention and saluted, and the Duke of Mewlington also stood up to return the salute.

"Report to His Excellency the Marshal..."

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

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

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

After hearing his answer, the crowd became noisy again.

After seeing that people's attention had been diverted, the Duke of Mewlington finally opened the letter.

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

The letter was written at around ten o'clock, and it roughly meant that the Prussian army was attacked by the French and forced to retreat from Fleurus. Since Fleurus is located northeast of Charleroi, this means that the French have crossed the Sambre River.

The letter did not describe the true strength of the French army, which made the Duke of Mewlington a little hesitant.

After a while, he made up his mind, called the herald, and asked him to send a message to the Prince of Orange, ordering him to return to the battlefield immediately.

The herald hurried away, carrying orders from the Duke of Mewlington.

As a famous person, the Duke of Meowlington has seen through Napoleon's true intentions from clues - of course, his insight is different from Pique's insight into Ronaldo's attack. History has proved that his judgment is indeed correct.

Otherwise, he would have become the one who saw through it before Pique.

"Come on, Louis, let's go have dinner." Mewlington, who saw through Napoleon's intentions, felt relieved, even his whiskers were trembling with joy.

"I'm a little hungry too." Louis nodded and agreed with a smile.

Cats' dinners always include seafood and poultry, especially the black truffles, which have become famous recently because the emperor got pregnant after eating them. At this time, the rules of Russian cuisine were not popular yet, and the cat attendants kept shuttling back and forth, serving delicious dishes to the guests.

"The conditions on the battlefield are crude, let's just make do with a meal." Duke Mewlington said so, and he casually scooped a spoonful of full-grained caviar and spread it evenly on the bread, then opened his cat's mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

As the food entered his mouth, Meowlington's eyes closed slightly, his whiskers trembled, and he looked extremely satisfied. As a soldier, there were no rules for eating. Louis's etiquette was always impeccable when there were outsiders, and Meowlington was amazed at him.

"Elegant, 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, I'm the Duke of Cambridge next door to you.

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

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

In this era, it’s not just the English that’s being praised, the whole world is like this.

If your family doesn't have some inherited status, then you're just a nouveau riche.

After eating a few bites, a Norwegian Forest Cat with shiny fur, who looked not very old, hurried in from outside.

"Your Excellency the Marshal, Your Excellency the Marshal!" He kept calling out Mewlington.

Poor Duke Meowlington had just taken a bite of the bread, and the bread was still in his mouth, looking very cute. He turned around in shock when he heard the familiar voice, 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 person who came was the Prince of Orange, William.

Now this Prince of Orange is generally known in history as William II - of course not the later bearded William II, the leader of the Old Berlin Black Banner and a diplomatic genius, but William of the Netherlands.

Well, the Prince of the Netherlands lives in Brussels.

William didn't have time to say anything more. He looked around and sat down next to Meowlington. After receiving a reliable hint from Louis, William whispered, "At half past ten, Napoleon was almost advancing to Four Arms Village..."

"I understand, William, you should return to your troops." Duke Mewlington said with a frown.

"But, sir..." William wanted to say something else, but he saw Mewlington staring at him closely.

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

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

After eating and chatting for about twenty minutes, Duke Mewlington brought his people to Duke Mewsman's study, where a situation map of the entire battlefield was hung.

He looked at the map carefully and exclaimed sincerely: "God! Napoleon has put me to shame. He has been advancing on me for a full 24 hours..."

It's this sentence that makes people think in a distorted way.

Standing in front of the map, Mewlington was worried that his army could not stop Napoleon's offensive in Four Arms Village. After thinking for a while, he decided to make the small village that looked good on the map as his decisive place.

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

Louis had sharp eyes and saw Mewlington pointing his thumb to a place called Waterloo.

The reason why he asked the British reserve in Brussels to rush to the village of Quatre Bras further ahead was to buy time for his main force to advance to Waterloo. Now this was all he could do, and the role of the village of Quatre Bras was only to delay the actions of the French army, so that he and Blücher could gather their troops and save time.

In the early hours of the morning, the dance ended in a solemn atmosphere, and the officers and soldiers left one after another. Mothers, wives and girlfriends cried, hugged, and waved their male cats to fight. Some people did not even have time to change their clothes, and marched to the Four Arms Village in knee-length pants, stockings and dancing shoes.

"This is a night of life and death." Duke Mewlington looked at the sad scene in front of him and couldn't help feeling sad.

Louis shook his head and said with some emotion: "It's just a pity for those withered bones left uncollected by the Rhine River. Perhaps they are still the ones that my wife at home misses in her dreams..."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, after all, a tributary of the Rhine is in Belgium. Speaking of that tributary, perhaps no one knows it, but the name of the Rhine is really known to everyone from Ireland to China.

Catherine looked at Louis proudly, feeling very happy, with her mind full of thoughts like “My little deer is so awesome”.

Meowlington was stunned for a moment, then he carefully pondered over Louis' words and praised him repeatedly: "Your Excellency is really good at writing."

But he didn't notice that Ye Ziyan rolled her eyes inadvertently.

This brat is translating poetry again, pretending to be cultured...

While waiting to set off and feeling a little bored, Louis saw Chromie waving at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked curiously.

Chromie mysteriously pulled Louis over, found a secluded place, and whispered, "Do you want to see what Napoleon is doing now?"

"Can you see it?" Louis perked up. He had always been curious about what kind of cat Napoleon was...

Chromie snapped his fingers, and the surroundings were instantly wrapped in the sand of time. In a trance, as if he was wearing a VR device, Louis felt as if he was in a strange place.

In front of him was a huge map, and in front of the map stood a golden-haired girl wearing a coat.

He was chubby and very honest. Louis couldn't help himself and almost went up to rub him, but was stopped by Chromie.

"This is Napoleon." Chromie introduced Louis in a normal speaking voice. Sure enough, even though her voice was not small, no one in the conference room noticed their presence.

Soon, Napoleon in front of the map moved. He looked around at the generals sitting below and began his pre-battle speech.

Napoleon's accent was very strange, a French with a hint of Italian maritime flavor. If it weren't for Vitaly's frequent influence, Louis really wouldn't have understood what he was saying.

(End of this chapter)