A group of priestesses, a team of blade dancers, and two lines of queues came to the place where Qi Xiao and Ian lived, and greeted them to the council hall for the upcoming meeting.

Eight priestesses dressed in the same way, their common features were the style of their robes, and their hair with the same peculiar patterns, and the same ceremonial daggers at their waists;

On the other side, there were eight Blade Dancers, all of whom had the same armor, burly warriors with their heads held high, and two long swords at their waists, both forged from the finest frost steel.

Nyingmar, dressed in a long dark blue dress, stood at the front.

The hair is coiled up high, revealing a long neck as white and delicate as a swan. A pair of simple drop-shaped drop earrings shimmer silver. The eyelashes open outwards and arch a moving arc, and the face is dotted with a light fat powder, maintaining the natural beauty but adding a touch of feminine color.

Her elegant and classical long dress is embellished with broken diamonds, shining and shining, Nyingmar is like a beautiful flower, with a slight flush on her face, which looks even more delicate and graceful.

Ian was the first to walk out of the door, and when he saw that Nyingmar, who had just been disgraced, suddenly appeared in front of him so amazingly and movingly, he couldn't help but let out a surprised "wow".

Ian politely stepped forward and smiled, "Are the women of Lagash so beautiful?" As he spoke, he took Nyingmar's hand in accordance with the etiquette of the earth, and wanted to kiss it falsely.

"It seems that I really want to think about whether or not to pursue a beautiful Lagash woman as my wife."

According to the teachings of the Frost Codex, the priestesses of Lagash are not restricted by marriage, chastity, etc., like the religions on earth, as long as they devout themselves believe in the Frost Goddess, which is why Ian dares to laugh so casually.

Nyingmar took back his hand, looked back at the several priestesses behind him, and then smiled at Ian and said, "The women here will burn you to ashes if they are enthusiastic, do you want to try?" ”

Ian made a look of death: "I don't mind burning to ashes. ”

Nyingmar smiled and soon struck up a pleasant conversation with Ian.

The sudden turn of events had disturbed Nyingmar's thoughts, but through her meditation in the temple, she had calmed down again.

At this point, she focused entirely on the diplomatic situation, not on the blade, and she felt her heart gradually calm down.

She had already confirmed that communicating with the gods in the temple would help her reach a new level, and now she wanted to accurately convey the will of the Frost Goddess so that her will would not be distorted, which meant that she was about to disagree with several archbishops.

Especially the leader of the Guardians, Lord Dumuji Abzi.

The Frost Goddess of this generation has a fatal flaw, she is not reincarnated, but is obtained by the archbishop to inherit the divine power, and a few decades ago, this goddess and the archbishop were still equal partners, which made the archbishops very uncomfortable with Ningura's promotion.

Ningura quickly adapted to her divine powers, and adjusted the relationship of absolute obedience between the goddess and the archbishops, replacing the goddess's day-to-day duties with a council of bishops, so her authority was not unanimously recognized as before.

Now, Ninggula has made the decision to cooperate with the aliens, and the next step is the approval of the Bishops' Council.

And the weapon she chose to participate in this debate was only Nyingmar.

Thinking of this, Nyingmar's face couldn't help but darken.

Ian accurately aimed at her slight cheek and smiled gently: "Don't be nervous, we're not very scary." ”

Nyingmar glanced at him: "No, you don't understand ......"

At this time, Qi Xiao walked out of the door.

Unlike the elegant and decent Ian, his whole person looks like a child who has just slept enough, his hair is unkempt, his eyes are worried, but he is full of fighting spirit, and his whole person is full of vitality.

The two of them looked at Qi Xiao who broke out of the door at the same time.

Qi Xiao casually said hello to the two, brushed his hair to make them as neat as possible, and then replied, "Why are you still stunned?" Aren't we going to negotiate? ”

Ian looked at himself neatly dressed, and then looked at Qi Xiao, who was a little sloppy, and suddenly had a feeling of wasting his efforts.

He sighed heavily.

But Nyingmar on the side suddenly relaxed.

She had a wonderful feeling, maybe it was Qi Xiao's blind optimism at this time that infected her, and she suddenly felt that what was about to happen might not be a big deal.

Most of the city of Lagash is divided into so-called "districts", which represent the different divisions of labor among the people.

The group passed through the beautiful gardens and pools in the center of the city, through the civilian quarters, through the artisan quarters, and finally arrived at the glittering building in the south of the city, the Bishop's Council Hall, commonly known as the Council Chamber.

Along the way, the civilians dispersed to make way for this special team, and more and more people noticed Nyingmar's new image and bowed respectfully to her.

"Maybe another archbishop is about to be born."

"Who knows, after a few decades, we should have a new archbishop."

People are whispering, giving off such strong emotions.

Nyingmar, however, paid no attention to their words, because her heart was now completely filled with that sense of mission.

"Just try to do it well, maybe it's not as serious as I thought."

Nyingmar looked at Qi Xiao, who was full of indifference, thinking about the general deeds of this amazing young man, and his heart was full of optimism.

At this time, Ian was whispering to Qi Xiao: "Why did you sleep like a different person?" You're so relaxed, don't you care about this negotiation anymore? ”

"Who says I don't care?" Qi Xiao looked around cautiously and lowered his voice: "I have already thought that when the time comes, you will be red-faced, I will be white-faced, I will pretend not to care about success or failure, you try to pull the words back." "This way, we can increase the weight."

"What is a white face, a red face?" Ian's mind was full of confusion: "I have a little research on Chinese drama, you mean, I am Guan Yu, you are Cao Cao?"

"What Cao Cao, Guan Yu's ......," Qi Xiao argued.

A hooded figure, looking coldly at everything in front of her, watched indifferently as the team walked into the council chamber, then turned around and staggered in the opposite direction.

The figure covered under the traveling cloak was clearly a woman.

Gatumdog the Steelmaker greeted them at the door.

He was now dressed in a large, simple brown coat, and although his hands were empty, he still acted like a blacksmith.

Ian stepped forward and bowed deeply to him: "Your Excellency, thank you for your hospitality. ”

Gatumdogg nodded his broad chin, then looked at Ian with narrowed eyes, "There are five of us, and they only sent you one?" ”

Qi Xiao behind him raised his hand in protest: "Yes, I am full." ”

Gatumdogg smiled, and then whispered mysteriously, "The situation is not as rosy as we thought......"

Just as he was about to elaborate, Ian suddenly straightened up and said solemnly, "Greetings to you, Your Excellency Dumuji Abzi." ”

Gatumdogg quickly turned around and saw Dumuji Abz walking in their direction.

"Ian, Ian Ughais, that's the name, right?" The muscular, gloomy man muttered, glaring at Qi Xiao before turning his gaze to Ian, "You look a little better than that savage guy." ”

Dumuji Abz was not handsome, but he had a majestic appearance and a piercing gaze, and he took off his heavy armor and changed into an ice-blue bishop's robe, revealing a short, well-trimmed beard, which looked even more imposing.

Ian and Qi Xiao had learned that Dumuji Aboz came from a family of warriors with a long history who had worshipped the Frost Goddess for thousands of years as the commander and leader of the forces in Lagash.

Although Dumuji Abz did not have the same great military exploits as his ancestors, there were many people in Lagash who considered the Abz family to be a symbol of the army.

He looked at Qi Xiao with contemptuous eyes, blocking the other party's way into the door, and had an inexplicable hatred for this young man who had forced him away with magic swordsmanship.

"I remember that there was a good saying, 'It's better to have enough respect for what you can use.'" Qi Xiao plucked his ears with his fingers as he walked forward, and then blew on his little finger in front of Dumuji Abzi.

Dumuji Abz felt a gust of wind blowing, and suddenly a few dirty dirt hit his face, he was furious, and was about to shout, but suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, Qi Xiao had already pinned his shoulder, and walked into the hall.

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