"I really feel it," Melanie nodded vigorously, "It makes me extremely happy and excited."

The Prime Minister shook his head and said: "I feel like you are deceiving me."

"I don't dare to deceive you, my lord," Melanie pushed aside her long hair, unbuttoned her clothes, pointed to her chest and said, "Sir, all my excitement and excitement are here, just like you.

, is also burning like a fire, do you want to touch it?"

The Prime Minister nodded and said: "You should indeed touch it."

Just as the Prime Minister was about to extend his hand, the waiter suddenly said: "Sir, there is a messenger who wants to see you."

"Is it the messenger from Shattering Snow City again?" the Prime Minister said angrily, "I don't have time to meet these liars! Let the Minister of the Interior send them directly to the cell."

The waiter said: "It was not sent by the Minister of Internal Affairs, but by the Minister of Foreign Affairs."

"Minister of Foreign Affairs?" the Prime Minister frowned, "Where does this messenger come from?"

"The Foreign Minister didn't say anything. He looks like he is from Bayer."

The Prime Minister gave up on Melanie's hot chest and immediately ordered the waiter to wash and change clothes for him. In order to ensure efficiency as well as the details of etiquette, the Prime Minister came up with the specifications for receiving the king and enthusiastically welcomed the messenger from the Bayer Kingdom to the mansion.

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Although time was short, the Prime Minister still prepared a sumptuous dinner. He poured the best wine for the messenger and said enthusiastically: "Dear friends, please don't see anyone outside. Please treat this place as your home."

The envoy's appetite didn't seem to be very good. He ate something but didn't drink. His tone of voice was also stiff.

"When can I meet your king?"

"Well, I'm afraid this time is not suitable," the Prime Minister explained. "My friend, I think you are tired too. Why don't you have a night's rest first, and we will go to the palace tomorrow."

The messenger shook his head and said, "I don't think it's necessary."

"Uh..." The Prime Minister was a little embarrassed, but he still maintained a friendly smile, "We can meet the king overnight, but you must tell me the content of the letter. This will also make the communication between me and the king smoother."

The messenger's expression did not change, nor did his language: "I don't think it's necessary."

This made the Prime Minister a little too embarrassed. He took away his smile and said slightly seriously: "Friend, as far as the friendship between the two countries is concerned, I think I have given you enough respect. As far as our identities are concerned,

I also hope you can give me some respect."

The Prime Minister wanted to remind the messenger that he was the Prime Minister of Lane Country, and the other party was just a messenger. In terms of status, there was a big gap between the two sides. He should at least give the Prime Minister some face.

But the messenger didn't think so.

"Are you discussing your identity with me?" the messenger stood up and said, "I don't think you are qualified."

…

Edmund is receiving education at the bachelor's home. The past two encounters at the meeting have severely affected him. He is now in urgent need of guidance from the elders.

Archmaester Conrad tasted the wine slowly and listened patiently to Edmund's complaints.

"The Prime Minister asked me a question, and I just answered truthfully. But no matter what I said, the Prime Minister would get angry. I really can't understand why the Prime Minister is always so angry at me."

"The Prime Minister is not angry with you," Conrad smiled. "He is very satisfied with your performance. He wishes you could perform like this every day."

Edmund looked at the Grand Maester in confusion and asked, "Can you be more direct?"

"My child, what I said is straightforward enough," the university scholar said, "your father is a good man. For your father's sake, I just said this to you. The Prime Minister is really not angry at you. He is really angry at you."

It is the king who is angry, and everything you say is not what the king wants to hear."

"But Your Majesty..." Edmund was very nervous. He felt that something terrible was about to happen.

"Your Majesty didn't appear very angry because he doesn't like to show his anger," the bachelor said calmly, "The Prime Minister also has a son who is slightly older than you. He has always believed that his son is more suitable than you.

As Home Secretary, he wants you to piss off the king, and he wants you to stay that way.

Keep going, the Bayer Kingdom has invaded Broken Snow City. This matter has nothing to do with the Minister of the Interior, but why does he have to let you speak? Because he expects such a result, and he knows that young you will say something that should not be said.

If he said it, he knew that these words that should not be said will sooner or later cost you your position as Minister of the Interior."

The Grand Maester's words made Edmund tremble: "What should I do?"

Conrad looked at Edmund and asked: "My son, do you know Reggie Victor?"

"There have been some correspondence, but I have never seen him."

"Then why do you care about his life or death?"

Edmund hurriedly said: "Do you think I am doing it for personal gain? I am doing this for our kingdom!"

"Okay, kid," the grand maester shook his head and said, "Save this kind of talk for others. If you continue to anger the king, you will soon become a commoner. Guess whether our kingdom still cares about you?"

Edmund realized his ignorance in an instant. He still had many questions to ask the Grand Maester, but the Grand Maester did not want to continue answering his questions.

The Grand Bachelor is not a free tutor. If Edmund wants to continue to learn from his experience, he must show sufficient value.

After chatting for a while, the grand maester showed signs of fatigue. Edmund knew it was time to leave. Just when the grand maester was about to get up to see off the guests, a familiar bell suddenly sounded in his ears.

"A meeting is going to be held again?" the bachelor asked with a confused look on his face, "Why is it at this time? Could it be that the messenger from Broken Snow City has arrived again?"

"This is impossible," Edmund shook his head. "His messenger should come to me first."

"What if Reginald himself comes?"

Edmund said in surprise: "Will he go directly to the king?"

"This idiot shouldn't have such courage," the bachelor shook his head and said, "I have heard others talk about him. In addition to being stupid, he is also very cowardly. Anyway, go to the auditorium first. Watch your mouth and don't talk nonsense.

.”

The atmosphere in the auditorium was different from usual. The tables were covered with tablecloths and filled with all kinds of delicacies and fine wines.

The Chancellor of Finance arrived at the venue first, and the strange atmosphere made him feel uneasy. When he saw the Grand Bachelor, he hurried forward and asked, "What happened?"

The Grand Scholar looked frail again and said with a smile: "The celebration in the royal capital is about to begin. Your Majesty may want to have a dinner with us."

Is it really the lord of Broken Snow City who has come? I really didn’t expect that the king would receive him with such a grand ceremony. Did he really win the battle?

Edmund secretly rejoiced, but he remembered the Grand Maester's advice not to talk too much tonight.

Accompanied by the Prime Minister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the King came to the meeting hall.

Next to him was a man with a blue leather armor bearing the mark of a giant bear. This was a typical Bayer costume.

Before the king took his seat, the Baer native took the lead in sitting as the guest of honor.

The king didn't seem to mind such rude behavior. He still had a kind smile and said to everyone: "Let us welcome our friends from the north, Knight Love Ralph, who is the messenger sent by the great King Bayer.

.”

The messenger from the Bayer Kingdom came, which surprised both the Grand Maester and Edmund.

What is his purpose? Is he here for peace talks?

Everyone bowed to Love Ralph, but Love Ralph looked at everyone blankly and did not make any response.

The king ordered someone to take out an exquisite gift box and place it in front of Ralph: "My friend, please accept some of our thoughts."

There are four precious gems in the gift box, worth at least two hundred gold coins.

Lovely Ralph didn't open the box, he didn't even bother to take a second look.

We must admire the king's self-restraint, he always has a kind smile on his face.

"Dear friend, please allow me to introduce to you, this is the Grand Bachelor of Lane Country..."

"That's enough," Eralph interrupted the king, and he finally spoke, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude, but how much more nonsense do I want to hear from you?"

The king's smile slowly faded because the scene was so embarrassing.
Chapter completed!