How can a man not be lustful? It's just that some people just appreciate it, and some people just blaspheme.

Of course, Chris is also lustful, but his lust is limited to the appreciation of beauty. As for the development of good karma in the future, it depends on the subsequent karma.

Foreign Secretary Steed was also informed and rushed to the airport with the relevant personnel. In his haste, Seris didn't plan any welcome ceremony, and didn't even empty the airport, just appropriated a dedicated VIP lane.

Today's Chris is no longer willing to deal with the mood of a certain force. He and Grecken have a friendship, and they don't have that friendship with the elves.

By the time Chris arrived at the airport, Greken's Boeing 707 had already entered the airspace of Seris. Greken's escort fighters have returned, and the Iran Hill Air Force fighters that have taken over from the escort look rather shabby.

Alan Hill's fighter unit is being reequipped on a large scale, and the propeller piston fighter has no way to accompany the Boeing 707 airliner, and whether it is the MiG-21, F-16 or F-15, Alan Hill feels that it is too wasteful to accompany the flight ceremony.

Therefore, these advanced fighters have been transferred away, and the rest is either the main force responsible for protecting the airspace of Seris, or the instructors training the troops.

As a result, an earlier fighter of the Iran Hill Air Force was used to cope with errands. The MiG-17 fighters, which were no longer in the army, were used as a guard of honor to carry out escort missions.

In Greken's Boeing 707 plane, Falai, the envoy of the elves, and Morakot, the envoy of the dwarves, have completely fallen in love with this advanced flying machine after a comfortable trip.

For the first time, they enjoyed black tea and pastries, which were born in Iran Hill and served as snacks on board. Dwarves and elves alike enjoyed this wonderful journey.

When they heard the radio and knew they had arrived in Seris, they couldn't even believe their ears.

They don't think they've flown out of Greken! But when they saw the magical world outside the porthole of the plane, they knew that they had indeed reached Seris, the Elan Hill whom everyone was talking about.

"Gentlemen and ladies. Seris City has arrived, welcome to Iran Hill. The plane's announcement reminded all the passengers in the plane in a relaxed voice, and the elven Falai and the dwarf Morakot sensed that the plane was landing, and then, after a slight impact, steadily entered the taxiing phase.

Then, the Boeing 707, which had stopped taxiing, opened its own door, and Farley stepped out of the fuselage to see the Boeing 707 in the distance, which was parked or ready to take off.

Just by looking at it, there are at least 20 Boeing 707s with golden eagle emblems on their beautiful fuselages, all of which belong to Royal Iran Hill Airlines and are the property of the royal family.

It is also the only airline in the world that operates every civil airport and aircraft in the world. This is the privilege brought by technological leadership, and there are many, many more markets monopolized by Illanhill, each of which is bringing countless wealth to the country.

"They...... They turned out to have so many planes! Looking at a Boeing 707 passenger plane roaring and taking off, then looking at another Boeing 707 passenger plane that was taxiing to the runway in the distance to prepare for takeoff, and then looking at the other passenger planes next to the airport to unload passengers and carry passengers, Falai, the wizard of the elves, felt that his imagination was obviously insufficient.

He even figured out in his mind that he had persuaded the Emperor of Ellan Hill to send a plane to meet the elven migration, which would reduce the elven race a lot of unnecessary losses.

However, before his brain could react, his body had already reacted appropriately - he just took a breath of air, and immediately felt countless ants crawling in his nasal cavity.

The uncomfortable feeling made him freeze in place, and then he coughed violently, as if he was going to cough his lungs out of his body.

"What's wrong with you? Mr. Farley? You ......" The elven retinue who followed Falai stretched out his hand to help Falai, who was bending over and coughing, and only halfway through his words, he also coughed, more heart-rending than Falai.

At the same time, the dwarf Morakot, who followed them, seemed much more calm. He spends his days with the machinery of metallurgy and other factories and is a little more adaptable.

Unfortunately, he was not able to be left alone, he twitched his nose twice, opened his mouth very uncomfortably, and complained: "Did they burn the whole city?" There's an unpleasant smell everywhere. ”

The welcoming crowd just stood there, their faces changing from smiles to cold embarrassment. The emperor of Irlanhill, the imperial concubine and the ministers formed a pick-up group, and at this moment, they all had a feeling of being slapped in the face.

Our air quality is poor, but you can't be so exaggerated, right? The acting skills are a little exaggerated! Brothers!

Everyone knows that the air quality in the city is very bad, and in recent months, it has been focusing on special rectification, but the effect can only be said to be not high.

After all, it is impossible for Alan Hill's industrial footsteps to stop, and it is impossible for the high-level to abandon the industrial base near Seris because of choking and waste, so environmental protection is a relatively low priority.

However, as the saying goes, hitting people does not slap their faces, and scolding people does not expose their shortcomings! Coughing in front of Emperor Chris, isn't this a clear complaint about air quality problems! The Minister of Internal Affairs of the Environmental Protection Department, Deans, snorted coldly with an ugly face, and he had no good feelings for the elves and dwarves at all.

Over there, on the ramp of the plane, he managed to adjust his breathing and adapt to the terrifying polluted air of Seris, and the elven envoy Falai turned his head sideways and complained to the dwarven elder Morakot, "It smells worse than your damn labs!" ”

"Our labs aren't damn labs! Mr. Farley! Morakot twitched his nose twice in displeasure, and opened his mouth to defend himself: "Our exhaust emissions, but the elves have agreed. ”

"It's hell here." Falai of the elven clan covered his nose and complained coldly again, then raised his feet and walked down the gangway covered with red carpet.

Stepping on the fluffy red carpet, Farley began to look at the crowd in front of him again. He saw Vivien, who wore a magic robe and a magic mask, and Chris, the Emperor of Irlanhill, who wore an expensive white gown with gold thread.

Well, he'd seen Chris's picture at Glicken, a huge oil painting hanging on the front wall of the consulate in Iran Hill. Behind His Majesty the Emperor is an eagle emblem of the supreme of Ellan Hill.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Irranhill, I am the envoy of the Elven Clan, Falai, and I am able to come to ...... It's a great honour to be here in Iran Hill. Farley covered his nose and walked up to Chris, introducing himself in a loud voice.

Chris looked at the elven envoy covering his nose, then at the elven entourage covering his nose behind him, and finally at the dwarven envoy Morakot, who kept twitching his nose, and turned back to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Steed, and said, "Is this ...... Is covering your nose a unique etiquette for the elves? ”

Of course, "......" Stred hadn't heard of such strange etiquette, and in fact, before he came here, he deliberately consulted the relevant personnel of Grecan. The other party swore that it was enough to remain in awe, and there was no special etiquette to pay attention to.

So, the embarrassed Stered could only shake his head, indicating that he didn't know there was such a strange etiquette. Chris also turned his head, raised an eyebrow and asked, "So." Mr. Falai, the envoy of the Elves...... You're covering your nose, what are you doing? ”

"We elves worship nature and live in the forest...... Here, the air here irritates my nose and I'm very uncomfortable right now. "It's still the sound of urns, Falai, the envoy of the elven clan, explained with a displeased face.

He really didn't like it here, starting with his breathing, to the clothes and expressions of the people around him, and even the cold buildings that were out of place with nature - he didn't like it all, very, very much!

It can be said that the process of meeting this time was really terrible. In the end, Chris even arranged for the other party to sit in the special car of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and did not give the other party the treatment of traveling in the same car.

You must know that the first time the Grand Magister of Greken's Longsadley came to Irlanhill, he was greeted with great pomp. Ellen Hill arranged a welcome and a very lavish dinner.

And this time, the envoys of the elves and dwarves arrived, and Chris didn't even receive the three poor creatures in person, leaving them to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and returned to the Emperor's New Palace outside the city with Vivien.

So, whether it was Falai or Morakot, they all felt each other's coldness. Before they could make their demands, they found themselves left behind and almost uncared for, even ...... Not even a second chance to meet the emperor.

The next day, Falai, who had suppressed his anger, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and found the receptionist of the Iran Hill Ministry of Foreign Affairs who accompanied them, and asked word by word: "Sir! I ask to meet your Emperor Majesty! Please be sure to inform him! I'm an envoy of the elves! This is not the attitude towards the elven envoys! I'm protesting! Resolutely protest! ”