Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 131 Welcome Banquet
The office of the handover delegation is located in the town council hall of Guiwu Town. Representatives from each of the three kingdoms hold consultations in an effort to reach a peace agreement as soon as possible, but the reality is obviously not satisfactory.
The roads in the town were bumpy, rugged, and were badly damaged by the war. The vibration on the carriage made my butt hurt before I came to the town council hall. Ghost Mist Town was originally the territory of the Senian Empire, and there was a war with the orc tribe twenty years ago.
, the situation between the two sides was tense, and a ceasefire agreement had not been signed. About ten years ago, the orcs invaded the Dark Swamp. Although no major battles occurred, small-scale exchanges of fire continued, seriously nuisance to the local residents, and the mysterious Star Dynasty in the north was also planning to expand.
The barbarian tribes in the south were ready to make a move, and were attacked from both sides. The war in the empire was tense, and they had no choice but to contact the Thunder Emirate.
The members of the delegation are all waiting for the arrival of the deputy director of the institute. After all, the support from the Ministry of Magic cannot be ignored. In front of the parliament hall is a dry fountain, the base is covered with withered green, and a dilapidated mailbox stands next to the door.
Rats went in and out, occasionally taking out one or two documents signed by a certain official.
The parliament hall is a building made of wood mixed with stone. The wood part has begun to rot, and a musty smell can be smelled from a distance. A group of soldiers stood at the door, their backs straight, their expressions focused, and they were very energetic.
Shen Zhimo helped Ysela's hand get out of the carriage, raised his head slightly, his expression was as reserved as a gentleman inspecting his manor, with a white handkerchief in his chest, his hands were clean, and a small braid was tied behind his head, and his hair was combed smoothly.
He was spotless, shiny, and had a hard time getting off his feet for flies, and his legs were broken by lice. He was no different from any aristocratic person who mingled in the upper class.
Wicklow came forward eagerly and said with a smile: "Dean Saga, everyone is waiting for you inside."
Shen Zhimo whispered to Ysera: "Wait for me in the carriage until I come out." Following Wicklow into the parliament hall, Wicklow couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Not only is my wife beautiful, but also the appearance of this mixed-race maid.
He is also top-notch, and my yellow-faced woman can't compare to him. By the way, I'll ask him later if he can give me this maid."
The hall is spacious. The ceiling has peeled off and is still covered in spider webs in some places. The windows facing the south make creaking noises from time to time. There is a dilapidated podium in the middle, and below it is a long, rickety backrest.
The chair is in sharp contrast to the villa where Wicklow lives.
"Oh, Mr. Saga, the deputy director of the Ministry of Magic Research Institute, is here, everyone is welcome." A man sitting on the podium stood up and applauded. He was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, and he had a curly horoscope on his lips.
Hu, with twinkling eyes, wears a short jacket with a lapel underneath and a huge long dress with folded cuffs, tassels on the top, and a long wig on his head. He is the most typical upper class person in the world.
Noble dress.
On his chest is the flaming phoenix emblem, from which you can guess his identity: Prince Tortheldrin.
Shen Zhimo made a humble courtesy and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it is my honor to negotiate with the barbaric orcs under your leadership. Under your brilliance, the negotiations will definitely make new progress, and the orcs will make unconditional progress."
surrender."
A high hat was buttoned down. Prince Torsedlin immediately became very fond of him and said with a smile: "Saga, you are young beyond my imagination. You arrived at Ghost Mist Town last night, but we
I am busy with diplomatic affairs and cannot spare time to pick you up, so I will just give you a brief welcome here. All for the sake of the empire."
Shen Zhimo quickly agreed: "During the negotiations, diplomacy should be the top priority. I am just a small representative sent by the Ministry of Magic. I am nothing. Please don't take it to heart, Prince."
This is the modest tradition of the Chinese people. Prince Torsedlin waved his hand repeatedly and said: "Where is it? The work of the Ministry of Magic is very important. We are all looking forward to your arrival soon." He thought to himself: "This boy named Saga is better than that one."
A few officials as big as assholes who don’t give a shit about anything have a much better attitude.”
Afterwards, they followed the usual courtesy and introduced him to four officials except Vicklo, Director of the Social Affairs Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Shen Zhimo lowered his profile and behaved carefully. He spoke appropriately and promised not to offend anyone for the time being. He would observe first.
Okay, let’s start again.
A soldier guided him to sit on the bench next to him. Prince Torsedlin took out the prepared documents and said: "Today is not only to welcome Mr. Saga, but also to deploy some work. The orcs have invaded our land and also
They asked us to compensate us for 350,000 gold coins before agreeing to sign the armistice agreement. This is a policy of appeasement that the empire will never tolerate. Anyone who wants to surrender to the orcs will die. Our condition is that the Thunder Emirate must compensate us 400,000 gold coins and withdraw.
Dark Swamp, Ratchet City in Arathor Plains, Redridge City do
Port."
General Upton, commander of the expeditionary force, said: "Your Highness, the barbarian tribes in the Black Rain Forest in the south are rioting. The regent requires us to end the negotiations as soon as possible to ensure that the situation in the Dark Swamp area is stable. We really cannot delay it any longer. Your tough attitude will
Make the orcs furious, and it's obviously impossible for them to compromise with you."
It was Prince Tortheldrin who almost flew into a rage. He slapped the table and said, "You must compromise even if you don't compromise! Humans are the masters of the world. Why can those despicable orcs show their teeth and claws in front of us? I want them all to do it."
Death light!"
Everyone was obviously very used to the war madman-like temper of Prince Torsedlin, and no one said anything. General Upton sneered: "Destroying the orcs cannot be achieved by just shouting slogans. I have more troops in the expeditionary force than anyone else."
We all know better. There is still a big gap between the combat capabilities of our soldiers compared to the orcs! Our only advantage is that our equipment is better than theirs, but their technology is always improving, and one day they will catch up.
Come up. They are not afraid of delaying."
Prince Tortheldrin roared loudly, spitting all over the parliament hall: "According to what you say, we should admit defeat? Absolutely not, we would rather fight to the last man than surrender, Upton,
With your attitude so negative, do you still want to negotiate? Or should you be the head of this diplomatic mission?"
Everyone else was indifferent. Only Shen Zhimo had cold sweat dripping down his forehead. This prince was really a troublemaker. He failed more than succeeded and failed. Just looking at his attitude towards his colleagues, you can see how difficult the negotiation was. No wonder Chi
It is too late to break the deadlock. The regent does not look at talents and is nepotistic. It is inevitable that the prime minister will gradually evade power.
But now that I'm here, I can't just let the situation develop and do nothing.
Seeing that no one refuted, Prince Torsedlin coughed and said: "The meeting between the two sides will be held as usual tomorrow. Now that Vice President Saga is here, it will be much easier to handle. We must let them see the power and invincibility of the empire's magic power.
Destroy the enemy's ambitions virtually. In the evening, we will hold a banquet at our temporary residence to welcome Mr. Saga. Please arrive on time at eight o'clock." The hard order is arbitrary and arbitrary, and does not tolerate any objection from others.
, it can be said that the members of the mission have been resentful for a long time.
Shen Zhimo pretended to decline: "I'm new here and haven't made much contribution. The finances of the diplomatic corps are so tight, so the welcome banquet is skipped."
Prince Torsedlin's face immediately sank: "It's just a welcome banquet, how big a grand event can it make? Don't worry, we will never waste the empire's tax revenue, and strive to use every copper corner in real places.
The welcome banquet can further the friendship between our colleagues and enable us to work better in the future, what else do you have to doubt?"
"Of course not, thank you very much, Your Highness."
The first meeting of the diplomatic corps ended hastily. The relationship between the members and the prince was more tense than the negotiation itself, which was unimaginable before coming.
There was nothing special about the welcome banquet in the evening. They were greeted and sent off with each other. People's hearts were separated from each other, and no one could grasp the other's thoughts. But the banquet was a little more sumptuous, including the ice claws of the Northern Star Frost Forest and the cleft palate of the Endless Sea.
Expensive ingredients such as shark fins are all available, which makes people lament the prince's luxury.
He got up very early the next day, and he and Teresil were still lying in the same bed, but today he was not embarrassed to continue to move, because the elves opened their eyes earlier than him. Many years ago, the elves were in daylight mode.
The nocturnal race gradually changed their living habits until a large part of them mixed with humans.
Putting on a dark gray orthodox mage robe with a wide collar and fat sleeves, the deputy director of the institute looked very serious. There was no anger in his brows. He scratched his head and said: "Why do I always feel that
Something is missing..."
Ysera handed him a thin wooden stick inlaid with cheap crystals and pheasant tail feathers: "Saga, this is a must-have staff for magicians." The half-orc girl had not received formal etiquette training, so she just called him like this.
Shen Zhimo didn't take his name seriously either.
He held it in his hand and waved it, and said: "I didn't feel any fluctuations in magic elements. This crystal is smaller than a pigeon egg, has a turbid luster, and the pheasant feathers are about to dry up. Did you buy it from a street stall to fool people? Let me
Guess, five silver coins or six?" Seeing the word "Morey" crookedly engraved on the end, he stroked his forehead and shouted: "Oh, damn, get the magic apprentice Morey's staff.
Am I planning to embarrass myself? The dignified deputy director of the Ministry of Magic Academy doesn’t have a decent staff, ugh!”