The dome of the conference room of the Winter Palace is painted with rich and dreamy mythological murals, and you can vaguely see the scene of the gods feasting, but now there is only the coldness of frost in the air, and just opening your mouth will reveal something.
The white mist quickly dissipated.
When all the executives learned about Harpas's resuscitation, Piero slowly spoke, and the dying candlelight stretched the shadow of his body very long.
"Under the illumination of the white stars of the winter pole, we gather here again. Our strength has not been reduced, and we will surely become stronger."
After hearing the general officer's speech, the executive officers looked away from the captain, while the skirmishers curled their lips in disgust.
Perhaps because he had served the royal court of Camria for too long, Piero never repeated his opening remarks, but the meaning he expressed was always without any nutrition.
Mostly just to welcome everyone and rejoice that the executives haven't killed themselves yet.
"Trading evil eyes with divine power crystals, resurrecting fallen soldiers, leading troops to attack Liyue, and unknown black and red power..."
As if he saw something he was interested in, Dotore pulled up a rare smile on his lips and murmured to himself. Even his indifferent mood, which had been immersed in experiments for many years, became heightened.
But Piero just stared at the doctor at the front of the seat with cold eyes, seeming to recall a certain report, and his tone suddenly changed.
"Dotore, the staff of the city hall told me yesterday that a non-element explosion occurred in the Bell Tower Church. Do you have anything to say?"
The enthusiasm in the doctor's eyes subsided slightly. After thinking for a moment, he remembered the creation experiment he ordered his subordinates to conduct yesterday. It seemed that the sudden blizzard had led to devastating results.
"Everything has its price, and compared with the great process of gnosis, the losses in the world are not worth mentioning."
Dotore obviously doesn't care about the consequences of the failed experiment, and even thinks that the Harlequin is making a fuss out of a molehill.
Except for Her Majesty the Queen, almost no one can tell which period the slices the Doctor left in Solstice Country belong to, and the personalities of Doctors in different periods also have varying degrees of difference.
It's just that all the slices have a similar arrogance. Even if the doctor has nothing wrong with his courtesy, when talking to him, it is obvious that he speaks in a condescending manner.
Of course, except when meeting the Queen.
When facing Her Majesty the Queen, Dotore always remained humble and elegant. He never questioned the Queen's decision. Therefore, if the same question was asked by different people, he might get two different answers from the doctor.<
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"Tsk, ridiculous."
Perhaps because they are both scientific researchers, Sandone has never had a good impression of the doctor. Even if the two are far apart, it does not prevent her from refuting him.
"Dotore, your so-called great process, just like the people-friendly policies declared by Puccinella in the newspaper, has no effect."
How to offend two people with one sentence.
Puccini didn't change his expression when he heard the "Puppet" sarcasm. He fully demonstrated the shamelessness necessary for politicians and responded in a kind tone: "Sandogne, all policies of the city hall have been discussed and resolved in all aspects, and administrative actions
We also strictly abide by relevant laws. At the same time, this is also a responsible approach based on national interests and is intended to reflect the kindness of Her Majesty the Queen."
"Huh... I'm really sorry. Please forgive me for being outspoken. After all, I can't find a more appropriate description at the moment."
Sandonie raised the corner of his mouth to apologize to Puccinella, but there was not much sincerity in his tone.
Years of municipal experience have taught Puccinella to be vague. Compared to Pantalone, who exploits policy loopholes all day long, the puppet's satire is really nothing.
"Sandogne, instead of using your ignorance to measure experiments about the world, you should pay more attention to your weak and inferior tin toys."
The doctor responded without hesitation. He was not a hypocritical Pantalone. When faced with the provocation of his colleagues, he would only smile and flatter him, and then secretly withhold funds.
After hearing the doctor's response, the smile on Sandone's lips gradually disappeared.
No one can insult her creation.
"Then maybe I should take out the doctor's brilliant brain and put it on the dolls."
"Catherine just needs an update..."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Puccinera, who was good at adapting to the situation, began to echo the words, and did not forget to use some pointed words to stimulate Arecino who was watching.
"Dotore, based on the facts, you have indeed caused a lot of trouble for the city hall... After all, when the explosion occurred, there were still choir members rehearsing hymns in the church."
The doctor obviously did not regard the people who had not evacuated as their equal life, and shrugged indifferently.
"They are just immature orphans... Isn't controlling public opinion what the mayor is best at? As long as the ignorant people are given a little guidance, they will be like swarms of insects and follow the marked route..."<
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"But that's not the reason for your wanton behavior!"
At the mention of the injured children, Arecino's face turned extremely ugly. He stood up from his seat, interrupted the conversation, and yelled at Dottore: "The children I have cultivated with all my heart are not your test subjects!" The doctor didn't answer, but impatiently stroked the reagent sample in his pocket.
In his eyes, such trivial matters are really not worth spending so much time arguing with these short-sighted colleagues.
Piero, who was standing at the head of the long table, had a panoramic view of the expressions of the executives and knocked on the long table with his knuckles: "Dotore, Her Majesty the Queen understands your eagerness for success, but the cost of repairing the church will still be high.
Deduct it from your experimental funds."
This was the Queen's oracle, and even though Dotore was impatient, he still bowed to express his knowledge.
Even without Pantalone's support, he has countless ways to raise funds.
"In addition, according to Her Majesty the Queen's oracle, it is necessary to send an executive to Liyue to retrieve the heart of the rebel god Harpas."
The clown brought the topic back to the resurrected Famas, then took out the envelope covered with bone-white paint from his cloak and pushed it to the insignificant rich man: "Pantarone, this task is left to you.
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"Leave it to me?"
The rich man's smiling expression suddenly froze on his face, as if there was some disbelief, and he subconsciously repeated what Piero said.
"But I'm just a helpless banker..."
"I think the captain is a more suitable candidate than me."
The rich man reacted quickly and wanted to shirk the tasks that should not be his.
As we all know, wealthy businessmen and political figures like him and Rooster have been living in the Solstice Kingdom since the establishment of the Foolish People. They are responsible for maintaining the operation of the country and preventing the organization from premature collapse due to internal conflicts over resources.
Pantalone's seat is already at the back, not to mention that for him, a banker, to face the ancient demon god who uses war as his power, he also needs to retrieve the other party's heart of god.
"This is the gift and mercy of the Queen, Pantalone."
"...After all, Liyue was once your hometown."
The clown didn't pay any attention to Pantalone's frown and ordered in a tone that left no room for doubt.
The captain remained silent at this moment, and no one knew what this rare and decent executive officer was thinking.