When the master and others arrived at the square, the dinner party was already ready. Queen Suriel Capricorn Tong, surrounded by a group of civil and military ministers, was waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guests attending the banquet.

The banquet is arranged in a "concave" shape, with three rows in front and back, all set on a wooden platform.

The wooden platform is the highest with its back to the main hall of Ozm Palace.

In the center is the throne of Queen Capricorn Eyes.

According to Suriel tradition, the right hand is respected.

The envoys of the international mediation team are guests from afar and will take their seats on the right.

On the left are the seats of Su Lier's high-level military and political officials.

The positions on the left and right sides of the wooden platform were filled by other officials from Su Lier's court.

At this time, delicacies and wine were already placed on the banquet table.

It can be described as dazzling and rich.

In the square, far away from the main seat, there was a bonfire with a dozen grills scattered around.

There is a clean sheep on each grill. Under the smoke of the fireworks, the skin is yellow and the meat is tender, and the fat is dripping, exuding bursts of attractive fragrance.

The square was lit with countless lamps and candles, making it look like daylight.

"Master Gongzhuang Dexian, the master of Queen Su Lier, has arrived!" As the concierge sang, the master walked in with his head held high.

"Master!" Capricorn Tong saw the master arriving and hurried out to greet him.

"Director-General of Foreign Affairs of Ruhr, Mr. Serov is here!" The fat man was carrying the teacher's heavy baggage, and also carrying his own baggage that was several sizes too small, and shouted regardless of his neck.

After seeing the concierge announcing the master's name, he remained silent, obviously deliberately ignoring Serov's presence.

If the fat man didn't say this, Serov would be in an extremely embarrassing situation. He might even have a rift with the master.

As the foreign minister, he represents the honor and dignity of a country. Even if he has a good personal relationship with the master, there is no reason to enter under someone else's name on such an occasion.

The master smiled and said nothing, obviously quite satisfied with the fat man's ability to adapt to the situation.

Capricorn Tong saw the fat man acting strangely, blinked at him narrowly and made a face.

Ganmil had a displeased look on his face, angry that the fat man had ruined the showdown he had arranged for Serov.

"Oh! Mr. President! I thought you were injured and would not attend. But I was negligent. Forgive me, forgive me!" Ganmilpi said with a smile.

"It's unreasonable to let Mr. Chief Assistant care so much! I'm really old now and can't bear the trouble. However, that little injury is nothing! No, I came here after smelling the aroma of barbecue. I want to

Let's try how delicious this fat sheep Su Lier is, which has made so many people flock to it. You won't be angry because I came uninvited. I'm so thankful to God. How can I pick you?" Serov said.

He said his words with a smile, carrying a gun and a stick, criticizing others and criticizing others, but people couldn't find anything wrong with him. He was indeed a veteran in the scene.

"The smell of gunpowder is so strong even before we sit down! Today's meal seems to be quite strong!" The fat man listened, secretly wary.

"Master Chief Assistant! Please take your seats first!" Capricorn Tong spoke.

"Your Majesty, I would like to have a seat with Master Gongzhuang, is that okay?" Serov suddenly asked.

"My lord, I'm afraid this is inappropriate! You and I are both foreign envoys, so we should sit together." A magnetic voice sounded from behind.

"The Head of State of the Republic of Macon, Mr. Stephen, the Plenipotentiary Envoy of the Republic of Jezlir, Ms. Dilbora, the Head of the Tergi Federation Mission, Mr. Garcia, the Special Envoy of the Kingdom of Yakudanken, Mr. Bosed, and all the accompanying gentlemen.

, Madam is here!" The concierge's chorus sounded at the same time.

Stephen was dressed in a formal dress and walked at the front with high spirits.

It was he who was talking to Serov just now.

Serov smiled and nodded frequently to greet everyone who was walking towards him. He also exchanged a look with Bosed, the special envoy of the Yakudanken Kingdom who followed at the end, but did not pay attention to what Stephen just said.

Completely different from their attitude towards Serov, most of the Suriel civil servants headed by Ganmil, when they saw Stephen and his entourage entering, surrounded them like bees encountering flowers.

This move made the master and others sneer.

Suriel's generals took two steps forward and then stopped.

They stood far behind, looking either embarrassed or dissatisfied.

Interestingly, Scotton, who was originally standing next to Gammill, did not move, but stayed in place with a gloomy expression.

Capricorn Tong didn't come forward either.

As the head of a country, unless the leader of McCann comes here, no one can accept her personally.

The reason for welcoming the master before was because of the friendship between master and disciple.

At this moment, the queen's pretty face was slightly red, and her anger was looming.

She was very dissatisfied with what Stephen just said.

Regardless of whether Serov's request is reasonable or not, the object of his question is Queen Suriel, so it is the Queen who should respond.

Which round will Stephen make the decision on his behalf?

The fat man had a clear view of everyone's expressions, "It seems that the McKinsey people have a deep-rooted problem of being more submissive and turning against customers. It is not a problem that can be corrected in a short while!" He thought to himself.

"Lord Serov, if you want to sit next to the master, that's fine. Everything is easy, eh? Oh! Let's let Lord Gammil arrange it!" the queen said.

The first half and the second half of her words have completely different meanings.

The fat man hurriedly looked at Capricorn Tong, and saw that her eyes were blank at the moment, with a faint look of struggle and pain. Her expression was completely different from before.

"Is this the reaction to being controlled by the 'Suppressing Bell'?!" The fat man was shocked and was about to look around when he saw the master shaking his head gently.

"In that case, Lord Serov, how about you sit next to me? Lord Gammil, we two old men haven't seen each other for many years, and we just want to take this opportunity to have a good chat!" the master said loudly with a smile on his face.

This time, Gammel had no choice.

He looked at Stephen, who snorted coldly and walked to his seat with a puff of sleeves.

"Master's orders! How dare you disobey!" Ganmil did not dare to offend the master, so he said with a smile on his face.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The master ignored Stephen's actions, nodded to Gammil and thanked him, and walked to his seat with Serov gracefully.

Everyone felt relieved when they saw that a small commotion had disappeared.

While they were each thinking about their own thoughts, they sat down one after another under the guidance of the attendants.

Queen Suriel is front and center, the first person on the right is Stephen, followed by Delbora, Garcia, Boside, Wilson and others.

Other members of the diplomatic corps were seated two rows behind.

All of Suril's civil officials, except Ganmil, were sitting on the right side of the wooden platform.

On the left side of Capricorn Tong, the first person is the master and Serov sitting together.

The third person sitting was none other than Prince Suriel Sigton.

Next to Scotton, Gammier was sitting with a military boss.

Suriel's generals and officers were all sitting on the left side of the wooden platform.

Fatty and Zhuzhu should have been sitting behind the master.

But he happened to drag the little girl and Templeton to sit among a group of military generals. Behind him was Mr. Chowton, who had returned to his "white-faced scholar" appearance.

From this position, Fatty could see most of the people in the venue.

"The person sitting next to Gammel is my father!" Templeton said to the fat man in a low voice.

The fat man raised his eyes and saw that the powerful old man with a silver beard was chatting and laughing happily with Gammel.

"Pay attention to the man in the third row behind Ganmil!" The master's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, startling the fat man.

He hurriedly looked towards the master, only to see the old man sitting quietly next to the queen, but not too close to him.

"What's going on?" The fat man was very surprised.

"This is a sound transmission method, just listen! Pay attention to that person!" The master's voice came again.

"Damn! You didn't even teach me such a useful injection technique! I can only listen but not speak. Wouldn't the efficiency be greatly reduced?!" The fat man muttered unhappily.

He is ignorant and fearless, so how could he know that this so-called "useful injection technique" is not something that a novice injection master like him can learn.

"What an idiot! With your current concentration, you want to use the sound transmission technique?" Another voice sounded in the fat man's heart.

Yes, it's in the heart.

What the hell!

Isn't this the tone of "Flesh Spirit Pearl"? How could it know what I'm thinking?

The fat man was so frightened this time that he almost stood up.

He hurriedly looked at the queen beside the master.

At this time, Capricorn Tong was looking at the fat man with burning eyes.

"Who are you calling a 'flesh spirit bead'! You bastard!" This time it was Capricorn Tong's voice that sounded in Fatty's ears.

The fat man is going crazy!

Previously in the queen's chamber, he had been confused by the magical situation where the Capricorn Eyes, the Fire Pearl, and the two merged into one.

Now, it's even more outrageous.
To be continued...