"If Your Majesty you really ...... In fact, for the civilians, it is not a good result, and they will appreciate it. Even John II seemed a little hesitant, "but ......"

"I have made up my mind, and not doing so is not enough to show my sincerity. Beruni waved his hand, as firm as a stone in a pit, "You don't need to advise. ”

The Pompeii envoys still couldn't believe it, and by looking at their expressions, they knew that someone suspected that they were dreaming.

"Smack!" Richard slapped him with his hand.

The man covered his face and was infinitely aggrieved, "What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt, it hurts, it's not a dream. The lord shook his hand. Well, it's a little numb, and it shouldn't be a dream.

"On behalf of San Jose, I ask for an adjournment!" Prince Abel slowly raised his right hand, his face solemn as if he had eaten a scale.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Abel, although it may not be respectful to ask such a question, but what does this concern to you?" Richard simply wanted to disgust him.

The lord has been unhappy with Abel for a long time, and this thing is playing with the dragon flute around his neck twice, for fear that others will not see it.

For the dragon knight, this small short stick brings more than a little bit of convenience.

Dragons are very sleepy creatures, and it is said that they spend two-thirds of their lives in sleep. If you have a dragon flute, you can carry a dragon companion with you. If you don't, you can only run to the Dragon Garden.

Although Richard is not a dragon knight, he has always had a kind of honey confidence, and always feels that getting a dragon mount is not easy for him, only whether he wants to or not, but whether he can.

So this spiritual dragon knight also wants to root the dragon flute, especially wants.

However, Pompeii did not master the alchemy technique of the dragon flute at all, and if nothing else, the possibility of him getting started is infinitely close to zero.

So in his opinion, Abel's behavior is showing off, and this emotion is generally called pink eye.

"The land of the ancient kingdom must not fall into the hands of the descendants of the rebels, this is a blasphemy against the ancestors!" said Prince Abel's handsome and pale face, full of coldness and awe, and a pair of thin lips as red as blood.

He stood up, his voice impassioned: "Barbaric and ignorant Pompeian, they will only displace the commoners and disgrace the nobles. Red rain will fall from the sky, and the land will be destroyed, and the spirits of kings will not sleep in peace!"

This is equivalent to pointing at the nose and scolding, and there is no basis at all, and all the Pompeii envoys are angry because of this, and the scene suddenly becomes noisy.

"It's you who says we're barbaric, but it's you who scolds us, who is more barbaric. The lord smiled and groaned, winning a round of applause behind him.

"Baron, watch the tone in which you speak to me!" Prince Abel snorted from his nose.

"Huh. Richard pulled out a gold coin, sandwiched it between his index finger and thumb, squinted one eye at Abel, and flicked his fingers.

The gold coin turned into a streamer in an instant, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Of course, there was no quasi-head, and I didn't know where it flew, only to hear a loud "bang".

A ray of sunlight leaked through the gap, revealing a clear pillar of light in the fly ash, shining on the brown floor to form a dazzling spot of light, causing an uproar and chaos of tables and chairs colliding.

All Vatis' buildings are made of rock, and this room is no exception. To be able to break through a hard rock wall with just one gold coin is terrifying power in your hands!

Prince Abel's face was a little ugly.

For a meeting of this size, it is essential to collect all weapons before entering. He didn't expect that someone could use a coin to make such an exaggerated power!

Richard smiled triumphantly.

Ever since he had the power of magnetism, he asked Robbie to make him several gold-plated counterfeit coins. It's not that I want to do shoddy business, but I am purely preparing to bluff people at critical moments, and now it seems that the effect is really good.

Pompeii's conflict with San Jose could not be reconciled at all, and it was impossible to win any friendship by treating people with courtesy. In that case, what about tearing your face?

If there is no strong companion, forbearance will become synonymous with cowardice! If you don't show your sandbag-sized fist, how can the enemy know how to write the word jealousy.

It's not like you have to sit down and talk again.

"I'm going to duel you!" several San Jose envoys threw gloves at the lord of Alpine Fort, and Pompeii's side was not stunned at all, and for a moment the gloves flew around in the air, accompanied by their own shouting and scolding, so lively.

"I proclaim the adjournment!" said John II, rubbing his temples wearily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a lounge outside, please choose your own, and we will come back in the afternoon. ”

............

"This thing is a prince anyway, how can he be like a street gangster who has no grace at all, and he doesn't like to fall into it. Richard went to the toilet to put some water in it, and when he returned, the others were in full swing.

Pompeii has traditionally had a good impression of the tough guy who can stand up at such a critical moment, and he did not hesitate to applaud.

"You're not the same. Bédrick shifted his ass to the side of the bench to make way for him.

"I know this guy Abel, he's a cunning fox, and his anger is definitely played. Prince Schmidt said.

"How?" asked Berderick, curious.

Abel knew too well the consequences of Pompeii eating two and a half provinces in one go, which San Jose would never accept. ”

As long as this matter can be brought away, even if it is ten times more undignified and embarrassing, and even lying on the ground to learn the dog barking on the spot, Abel will not hesitate at all. Schmidt pointed to his nose, "As a prince, if we can't even let go of this bit of figure at a critical moment, how can we be worthy of our identity and money!"

"What if you have to eat shit?" asked the lord with concern.

"......" Prince Schmidt looked at Richard speechless for a long time, and couldn't understand what was in this person's head, and said for a long time: "That's two and a half provinces, if it's me...... Eat shit and eat shit!"

"Ruthless! too ruthless!" The lord's admiration was like a surging river, and he would definitely rather die than do it.

"I guess Prince Abel must be desperately communicating with the domestic communication magic stone right now. Bishop Paul leaned against the backrest and looked relaxed.

"No matter how he communicates, we have to agree internally. Prince Schmidt spoke, obviously a little too excited to hold back.

This high-ranking nobleman, who has always been quiet and polite, actually ripped off his bow tie and burst into a foul language in front of everyone's eyes, "Damn, it seems that Beruni is really completely crazy, crazy so much." ”

After all, before I came, I was ready to cut the meat. Who would have thought that such a big pie would fall on the head out of thin air.