If you don't know, you can't do it unless you do!

The gloomy face of Prime Minister Luo Wei's suspicious gaze kept sweeping over the other nobles, as if he wanted to penetrate their faces, see their souls, and see them thoroughly.

But in reality, the others looked as usual, either frowning at the recent troubles or showing no interest in the questions he had raised.

"Guys, aren't you really going to answer the recent questions about 'you' possible connection to the Drow Elves?" A dark cloud seemed to roll over his gloomy face, and anger was building up in Prime Minister Rowe's mind.

"That's all slander......," an old nobleman sighed, but Prime Minister Rowe didn't seem satisfied with his answer.

With a bruise on his forehead, Prime Minister Luo Wei glared at the big nobleman, gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you really sure that those things are slander?!"

Just like the phrase 'groundless', he doesn't believe that anyone would make such unfounded rumors, so there must be a basis and a source, otherwise, this kind of rumor would not have spread.

In fact, up to now, he also has some suspicions that among these people, besides him, there are indeed people who have been in contact with the Drow Elves, and it is possible that they have made a deal.

When he proposed to deal with the Drow Elves before, they all tried their best to shirk it, and now that he thinks about it, they may have shown that appearance because they traded with the Drow Elves.

Thinking of this, Prime Minister Luo Wei was even more angry!

Why did these guys get in touch with the Drow Elf, and why did they trade with the Drow Elf?

Most of the supplies owned by the group of blackskins were provided by him, and even that town was one of several alternative locations that he had specially selected for them.

Now someone actually wants to cut off the beard?!

Prime Minister Rowe didn't resent the Drow Elves for not keeping their promises, anyway, from the first day he came into contact with them, he knew what the virtues of those black skins were, so he never gave the Drow Elves full trust.

What really makes him so angry is everyone sitting in this room right now!

He didn't know how many people had been in contact with and traded with those bitches, but he could guess from the previous situation that there were at least two or three others who had been in contact with the Drow Elves...... Or even all, everybody traded with those bitches!

They didn't do anything, but they wanted to cut off their beards?!

There are no doors!

"What about you, Prime Minister?" Marquis Rogers squinted his eyes with a smirk and stroked his slightly upturned mustache, "I remember there are a lot of rumors about you and the Drow Elves out there now, don't you?"

The gloomy owl's gaze swept over the face of the Marquis of Rogers, and Prime Minister Lowe sneered and asked rhetorically, "Sir Rogers, do you also think that I have done so much before, all to clear up my relationship with those black skins?"

"I don't know!" said Marquis Rogers and shook his head with a smile in response to Prime Minister Rowe's questioning.

He leaned forward slightly, pressed half of his body against the round table, raised an eyebrow at Prime Minister Rowe, and asked playfully, "Or, do you give me some evidence that you didn't do this to dissociate yourself from the Drow Elf?"

Prime Minister Lowe was furious by the frivolous words of the Marquis of Rogers, of course he knew that he had nothing to do with the Drow Elf, but this matter was known only to the deacon who was already dead, except for himself.

The Marquis of Rogers certainly didn't know about this, but this guy's words made him particularly annoyed, but he couldn't show it too obviously.

"I propose, let the Marquis of Rogers shut his mouth!" said Prime Minister Lowe, with a stinking face, to call for a vote again.

The Duke of Norvi raised his hand first, and then soon the great nobles present, except for the Marquis of Rogers, raised their hands.

This time it was the turn of the Marquis of Rogers, whose face was ugly, as if he had accidentally eaten a fly in the toilet, and his whole face was blue with anger.

He closed his mouth, folded his hands, leaned back in his chair, and made a slight noise in the quiet conference room to show his displeasure, but he didn't leave the room - just like last time, who knows if the group will calculate themselves after he leaves?

After seeing the Marquis of Rogers obediently shut up, Prime Minister Rowe snorted coldly and turned his head to look at the others.

At this moment, everyone was the old god, and their faces were very calm.

However, Prime Minister Luo Wei was indeed irritable in his heart, and he was very angry when he thought that some of these people here wanted to cut off his beard, but he could not say it explicitly.

There's no way these guys would admit it, so he's not sure how many people have been in contact with the Drow Elves.

With the temperament of those bitches, as long as the big nobles have contact with them, then they will definitely choose to cooperate, and they will not admit that they have traded with other big nobles, otherwise it will only reduce their value.

Now all the Drow have to do is establish themselves on the surface, and only then will they be able to thrive, so they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

Prime Minister Luo Wei knew this very well, and those black skins just wanted to play left and right, trying to use other big nobles to balance him, but how could they clash with other big nobles because of such a small interest?

Prime Minister Rowe was trying his best to restrain his anger, because he would not conflict with other nobles because of this interest, but now he was angry and angry at what this group of guys had done.

He took a deep breath and asked in a stiff tone, "It's been more than two months, and the affairs of your territory haven't been dealt with yet?"

"Your Excellency, we would like to ask you," Duke Norvi suddenly laughed, his eyes slightly narrowed with a chill, "Two months have passed, and you still haven't been able to deal with those drow elves?"

Prime Minister Rowe's face was gloomy again, and his gaze quickly swept over the faces of the others, and he snorted softly, "So what, Sir Norwe, I don't remember that this is my task alone!"

The corners of his mouth were hooked, Duke Norvi crossed his fingers, placed them on the table in front of him, and propped up his chin, "Your Excellency, do you really need our help? ”

After looking at this smirking duke for a while, Prime Minister Luo Wei suddenly laughed and nodded, "...... Of course we need to! Why not? Now that our country is facing a challenge, the majesty of our country is being challenged, and we need to gather all the strength we can to meet this challenge. ”

"Not only all of you here, but I actually issued a conscription order to the nobles around me, but they kept shirking it, and the excuses were very crude, as if they were mocking my intelligence. ”

As he spoke, Prime Minister Luo Wei smiled innocently, "But I respect their wishes, if they don't want to send troops, then forget it, and I can only deal with those drow elves alone." But now, Sir Norwe, I'm thrilled that you're joining the ranks of defending the dignity of our country......"

He looked around the conference room and asked with a smile, "Is there anyone else who wants to join the ranks? If not, forget it, I respect your will." ”

No one answered Prime Minister Rowe's words, and they sat quietly in their seats, as if they hadn't heard what had just been said.

"Alright then......" Prime Minister Rowe shook his head with some regret and stood up, "since everyone doesn't want to do this, then this meeting is over, adjournment!"

As his words fell, the nobles stood up and left the conference room.

Marquis Rogers paused as he passed by Prime Minister Rowe, snorted coldly at him, and then turned to leave.

In the end, Prime Minister Luo Wei was the only one left in the conference room, and his face slowly turned cold as he looked at the empty conference room.

"A bunch of scum!" ()

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