The council chamber was almost half of Atifa's study, and after the meeting, several ministers gathered, including Ramon, the minister of military management, who was in charge of the coordination of the various armies, and could be regarded as the minister of logistics, but also responsible for arguing with the other two countries.

"Your Majesty, the Venada envoy is here."

Atifa reviewed the papers in his hand without looking up.

"Do they want me to hand over Dragonan or do they want me to hand over Oreo Plavor."

This made the atmosphere in the room a little awkward, and several conservatives hinted at it at the court meeting, but they knew that Artifa would not agree with it.

Taking a deep breath, Ramon explained.

"I mean they sent a new envoy over, just now."

"Oh."

Atifa straightened up, handed the document in his hand to the young man beside him, and his mouth flew up and down, "Elnetos, go to Tenth Street, some factories can be started, you go and divide the production capacity." ”

Elnetos took the papers and walked away quickly, and Atifa picked up the second report, seemingly forgetting what Ramon had just said.

Having almost sent the ministers away, Atifa rubbed his eyes and looked to his side.

"Chief Reka, what do you have to say?"

Reka rubbed his nose and saw that Ramon was there, and he said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, two days ago I reported to you the anomaly in Bozhdar prison, it is Moussasse Perez, who is imprisoned in Cell I, he is the former Pope Tutan of Okassim Province, because he tried to practice black magic to escape from prison, with the help of His Excellency Pravor, the anomaly has been lifted, and Mussasse must not think of leaving Bozhdar prison even a step."

"I know him,"

Atifa nodded, and she suddenly noticed Reka's eyes, which were full of words and stops, and she lowered her right hand, hesitating. "You just ...... Say what? ”

"Your Excellency Oreo Pravor, he assisted me."

"Oh."

Atifa took a breath, and she slumped and muttered, "He's in Turin again." ”

Her subtext was clear, Oreo Pravor was back in Turin, and even Reka knew about it, but she didn't know it.

He was his wife, and he didn't want to let himself see him, did he really think he would hate him as an undead.

Oreo Pravall, what are you thinking......

After being with Tamya, Reka is no longer the straight man of steel two months ago, and he can see Atifa's loss at a glance, so he hurriedly adds.

"There's a complicated situation, and I'll have to explain it to you individually."

Atifa pursed her lips slightly and looked at Ramon.

"The Venada has arrived?"

Seeing that Atifa finally spoke to him, Ramon breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's here, he's a negotiable character, and he's the Pravol family."

"Huh."

Atifa sighed, she didn't have a crush on the Pravol family, and she believed him too.

If he were here, it would be a wonderful scene.

It's a pity that he's not here, and he can't speak here, because he's just an undead.

After thinking for a moment, Atifa said.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Ramon ran out quickly, while Reka straightened his clothes and stood straight behind Atifa's left, flanked by the equally tall Minister of the Interior, Nanhart.

Under Ramon's leadership, the envoy of the Venada Empire walked briskly.

Like most of the Pravor family, he was unremarkable in appearance, but always with confidence and grace in his gestures, especially the smile, which I don't know how many knives were hidden behind it.

"Your Majesty, Bedford, your beauty truly eclipses Tutan."

The Venada walked with the most standard of imperial etiquette, and he kept his head down except for the first glance. "I'm Monin Pravor, Prime Minister of the Venada Empire."

Reka saw Atifa leaning forward slightly, which meant that she was serious, and the Prime Minister of the Venada Empire deserved her seriousness.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, since you have come here, it is an extraordinary time, and I will not represent the empire to be polite to you, let's say, what do you want."

Atifa didn't play according to the routine at all, she used the way of negotiation with the thugs on the back three streets.

Mo Ning was slightly stunned, and he quickly reacted.

"Your Majesty, the Dragon's Eye is of great importance to the Venada Empire, I only beg you for a Dragon's Eye as a collaborator, after that, I can guarantee that these East Ikra people will not be able to return to Najj alive, and I can guarantee that within a year, the East Ikra Empire will disappear from the continent of Aishikana."

Reka subconsciously clenched the pistol, it was a waste of time to talk to such a retarded person, if he was so nonsense in the City Patrol Bureau, this person would have died at least three times.

Atifa narrowed slightly.

"I'd like to hear about the plans of the Venada Empire."

Mo Ning said word for word.

"The warm spring is coming, and the East Ikra people who have lost the holy weapon can only survive under the attack of the dragons, and at this time, the Okassim Empire and the Venada Empire will join forces to carve up the East Ikra just around the corner."

Atifa suddenly laughed, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Your Excellency Morning, the war between humans and dragons is endless, and you are attacking Okasim under the banner of the battle of slaying dragons, and now you want to shake hands with me, is there any convincing reason?"

"Of course."

As if he hadn't heard the mockery in Atifa's words, Morning bowed his head and said. "Until the withdrawal of the Venada Empire, I will remain in Turin, and as a hostage, I will also be able to assist Your Majesty in finding out all the East Ikras lurking in Turin, which is equivalent to tearing up the alliance agreement."

Morning raised his head and looked into Atifa's eyes with a sincere gaze, convincing that it was the talent of the Pravo family, and that he had indeed come with full sincerity.

But the eyes he faced were so green that they were as ancient as the Dead Sea, and it was impossible to imagine that the owner of these eyes was only 26 years old.

"I'll discuss this matter with the ministers at tomorrow's court meeting, that's all."

Atifa retracted his gaze, Reka quickly pounced, and cut Mo Ning's hands behind his back in less than half a second, he didn't know what the etiquette of the Eskana Continent was, he only knew that the current Prime Minister of the Venada Empire was the fish of the board, as long as Atifa gave an order, he could make Mo Ning's blood splash three feet.

"Your Majesty, I'll take him to my territory!"

There was finally a glow in those ancient eyes, and Atifa stared at Reka with his forehead.

"Let him go, and trouble Minister Ramon to arrange room and board for His Excellency Moning."

"Isn't that okay?"

Reka looked left and right at the two of them.

Artifa repeated.

"Let him go."

Reka sighed and let go of Monin, who rubbed his wrist.

"Your Majesty, whether it is the city of Turin or the ministers by your side, everything in your country is refreshing to me, whether this cooperation is or not, I will tell His Majesty Angelo what I have seen and heard on this trip, such an Ocassim Empire is worth learning from the Venada Empire, and it is also worth cooperating."

Atifa smiled softly.

"Your Excellency Moning, it's my subordinates who are abrupt, I'm very sorry."

She looked at Ramon, "Minister Ramon, you will accompany His Excellency Monin today and tomorrow, and I hope that this experience in Turin will be a good memory." ”

"By the way, Your Majesty, this is a birthday gift that His Majesty Angelo asked me to bring you, and I wish you eternal beauty."

Mo Ning took a half step forward and pushed a gift box far away to Atifa, who could reach it with his hand, and the distance was not abrupt.

"Your Majesty Angelo bothered, thank you."

"Your Excellency Monin, please."

Ramon whispered, and left the council chamber with Mourning.

Seeing the two of them go away, Reka mysteriously approached, and while putting the gift in his pocket, he raised the slate in his hand.

It was a zelta slab designed to detect spell fluctuations, and it was now a pale white tinge.

"He's an astrologer."

"I've known since he entered the council chamber."

Atifa rolled her eyes, "Anything else to discover?" ”

"Absolutely."

Reka nodded, and he looked back in the direction of Mourning's departure, "I have a feeling that the Venadas are not well-intentioned. ”

Looking at the chattering Reka, Nanhart felt a pang of distress, how could this ignorant inferior person be so close to His Majesty!

"Oh."

Atifa raised an eyebrow, "Let's talk about it." ”

Reka licked the corners of her mouth.

"It's not a day or two that everyone knows about the dragon invasion, and the Venada people can cooperate with us a long time ago, so they don't have to wait until today. I speculate that something is wrong within the Vinada Empire itself, and they actually want to end this war more than we do! ”

"My friend, you're right."

Atifa reached out and patted Reka on the shoulder, a gesture that made Nanhart's heart furious.

Reka said with a frown.

"But I think it's still a good idea to say yes to them, but we have to move from being passive to being proactive."

"My friend."

Atifa spread his hands, "You've said everything I want to say, is there anything else to add?" ”

Reka continued to nod.

"Of course, Lord Pravel will be here at dusk, and you may have time for dinner."

Atifa noticed the "maybe" in Reka's mouth, but she didn't understand what he meant.

Because it was a fact that Oreo had come to the palace, there was uncertainty about the dinner, and Atifa didn't know what that uncertainty was.

"Why can't it be Chinese?"

"You'll know at dusk."

Reka pulled her hand out of her pocket, "Tamia is having a birthday soon, if you don't mind......"

"Take it."

Atifa stood up, waving at Southhart as she walked away.

"I go to the street to buy clothes, I don't have to send someone to follow me, I don't have to arrange Chinese food, and I'm not cold."

Seeing Nanhart's deflated face, Reka couldn't help but snicker.

He reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"My friend, although you are not bad-looking, Atifa...... Oh no, the Empress won't look at a weak chicken like you twice, so you should die. ”

Nanhart dusted off his shoulders.

"I'm just doing my part...... And no one likes a skeleton. ”

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