In addition to proactively collecting, the Isa shrines spread all over the royal court will also receive various donations for a long time. These are acts of the people of the kingdom expressing their love to their beloved queen. Therefore, in Aida, the population is equal to the economy. The population of the royal court has long exceeded 300,000, and there are also tributes provided by various wild kingdoms.
There is no need to say much about Ada's status in the Galaxy. If you can obtain a trade privilege, the profit will be unimaginable.
But unlike the free trade of other civilizations, the Eternal Court now has no private interstellar trade organization. The residents can basically get everything they need in the free market, and they do not have a strong desire for wealth. It is equivalent to the Eternal Court without any serious merchants. At most, they are small vendors. All trade activities are official. This is also the reason why the Great Soruian Alliance dares to speak out like this--
Maybe they think Ada has no business acumen?
Or did the cooperation on the last Great Vortex Expedition give them a taste of monopoly of trade rights, so they wanted to use the same trick again? He heard from Zorg's information that the Great Soruian Alliance made a fortune with those resource planets after the war, but he didn't see any extra gratitude or expressions to him. When it comes to those plasma missile technologies, they look like they killed their lives.
They want to be stingy and want to make a lot of money, and the short guys think of themselves as good people.
Soshiyang sneered in his heart, pretended to read the entire version of the cooperation agreement, and then placed it on the table in front of him.
"I have received and seen the cooperation agreement of your alliance, but I still need to discuss it with you my dear friends. Please go back and wait for news."
"Your Highness, do you think..."
As a representative of the entire league, the stove-borne, who was almost mopping the floor and wearing a shiny robe, immediately received some feedback from Soshiyan's tone, knowing that the other party was not satisfied.
After a moment, he carefully said the following words.
“…Is there any other modification needed?”
"Discuss the discussion first, what's going on, and I'll notify you when there is a result here."
"About...how long."
"This is hard to say, because I still need to report to Your Majesty to see her opinions. However, his Majesty has been in a bad mood recently because of his hard work and is in a bad mood. Maybe she will come to deal with these mundane affairs later."
Just as Lucai was about to say something, Soshiyang stood up.
"Let's do this for now. Gu and Sect Master Walker have a private meeting. We have prepared a welcome banquet for you. Doralqing, please treat everyone from the Great Soruan League on behalf of Gu."
Doral turned around and bowed and replied:
"Yes, Your Highness."
Soshyan then threw down the messenger of the Great Sori's Alliance, changed into a long robe, and came to a garden to meet the master Walker.
For some reason, he always felt that this mysterious old man seemed to have something to say to him, but he didn't say it.
By the time he arrived, an old furnace had already sat on the chair beside the delicate round four-legged table. The old man's hair was as white as the snow on the top of the peak, and his braid was long, and it seemed to blend with the white beard under the bottom. The beard on his knees had grown far beyond the boots and hung under the chair. The slightly worn gray robe on his body was flashing with complex patterns and occasional jewellery luster.
The priest Grum Neil priest took a long pipe and took a sip of it hard, twisting into a strange and profound shape as the smoke rose.
The other party seemed very comfortable and without any restraint, as if this was not in the solemn palace of the eternal royal court, but a random field.
"Sect Master Walker, I haven't seen you for a long time. I feel relieved to see that you are still so strong."
Soshiyang walked over with a smile, then sat onto a huge chair on the other side.
Then, several maids came over, holding exquisite crystal bottles and cups, as well as some desserts, and each poured a glass of wine for the two of them. The old Lunian accepted it with a serious face and nodded to the maid who poured the wine:
"Thank you, little girl."
The other party smiled slightly shyly and walked away. Only one huge and a short one was left in the garden.
"Master Walker, I just had a friendly meeting with the delegation of your alliance. I have to say that the Iron Man is indeed very good at doing business."
Hearing this, a serious smile appeared on the frowning old Lunian's face.
"Because of blood, ancestors and profits are necessary conditions for maintaining a furnace family."
He took a sip of Aida wine and then made a subtle expression, unable to tell the evaluation of this expensive wine.
"Can you imagine that if it is unprofitable, even the strongest alliance will collapse."
"I don't doubt this."
Soshiyang also smiled and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"despite this..."
The old Lucai continued:
"...In this decadent era, few furnaces would drink with strangers in a strange place, and few would talk to a stranger without any weapons."
As he said that, he stuffed his pipe back into his mouth and raised his glass in the air.
"So, you can count Old Walker as your noble friend..."
Soshiyang also smiled and raised his cup, and jingled with the other party, but the other party's next words froze him.
"...just like that ancestor of your Alexei family."
Master Walker pulled out his pipe from his mouth, drank the remaining wine and put on another face, as if he was in a certain remembrance.
"For many years...I've forgotten how long it's been, when is it time to drink with another Alexey."
The smile on Soshyang's face faded, and he slowly lowered the cup. After a brief thought, he judged something - this Sect Master Walker should of course have known or even known his ancestor Orod.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sect Master Walker, you are Orodd's friend, right?"
The fireman smiled.
"A smart guy, but you are much more modest than him. He is a bit arrogant. Of course... it just looks like he is very complicated inside."
Soshiyang nodded, picked up the wine glass and drank the liquid inside. No wonder the other party said a lot of slandering words to him when he first met. At that time, he thought this furnace descended on Xerxes or something, but he didn't expect that he was Orodd's old friend.
"When did you find out that I was his descendant? Did you rely on your name alone?"
"I saw him in you when I first met."
Seeing that the other party's cup was empty, Soshiyang gently pressed the bell on the table. Soon two maids came over and filled their cups again.
Walker did not drink, but took a deep breath of the cigarette holder, his expression seemed to fall into deep thought.
Chapter completed!