Xiu Yin chose to wait in the courtyard of a secluded mansion to meet the three emissaries of the Seven Dawns.

By the time the guards brought the three messengers there, Xiu Yin had already drunk two large cups of coffee and milk tea alone—the speed of the messengers was really slow.

When Xiuyin was about to pour himself another cup, the guards came to report that the messenger had arrived.

"Honorable messenger...... "Xiu Yin stood up and said to the messenger who came over, "how did you rest last night?"

Of course, there was another hint in Xiuin's eyes, and he winked at the three messengers, and Pete, who was the leader of the group, Pizarro, the ninth prince of the Bofeng Empire, said with some embarrassment, "Thank you for your kindness, last night, uh...... Very nice!"

"Hey, that's good!"

Xiu Yin motioned for the envoys to take a seat, and poured tea into the teacups that had already been prepared for the envoys, "Three, please taste!"

As a noble imperial prince, Pizarro has a lot of time to enjoy the delicious food of the world, but when he smells the milk tea in this cup, the tip of his nose can't help but sniff fiercely.

Traditional coffee is finely ground and the right amount of warm water is well mixed with the coffee powder, and the craftsmanship of the brewer is quite proficient.

But......

What makes Pizarro deeply unable to extricate himself is that there is also a delicate aroma here, and this delicate aroma is definitely not simply adding the taste of milk tea to the coffee.

What is it?

I'm looking forward to it, no, I can't wait!

Pizarro ignored Pierre's surprised eyes and quickly reached out to grab the teacup on the table.

It's just the touch of holding it with both hands -

"This temperature ......"

Pizarro was intrigued, the touch of his hand was enough for him to believe in the taste of the coffee, and he trusted his own judgment even more.

Mutter......

Goo –

Belch......

Pizarro was drunk, and no matter how Pierre shook Pizarro's body, Pizarro's eyes were still looking at the empty cup in his hand.

"Mistress Pete?"

Pierre began to get worried.

Syllable!

Pierre's hands slammed into the table, his eyes glaring at Xiu Yin and shouting, "Hey, what have you done......?"

Pierre saw the empty cup in Pizarro's hand, and Pierre reacted immediately.

"You have poisoned, you, how dare you harm the envoy of the Empire!?"

Pierre was completely panicked, and Font beside him also jumped up and reached out directly into his arms after distancing himself from Xiuin, and there seemed to be something life-saving inside.

Belch?

Xiu Yin watched in amazement as the two of them reacted violently, "Poisoned, would I be so stupid?"

What a foolish thing it is to poison the messenger on his own territory, and these two people can think of it.

In the midst of tension, Pizarro suddenly spoke.

"Stop, you two!"

"Great, sir, are you alright?"

Pierre breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Pizarro recover, which had really shocked him just now.

"This coffee...... The tea tastes good!"

Pizarro touched the corners of his mouth unsatisfactorily, and in that moment he thought about many things, when he was young, his mother also liked to make coffee with milk, because she didn't like the bitter taste of coffee.

Xiu Yin took Pizarro's empty cup, poured the last remaining coffee and tea from the pot into Pizarro's cup, and pushed the cup down in front of him.

While making a gesture of "please", Xiu Yin said with a faint smile, "Compared to this coffee and milk tea, it is really rare to be called a 'lord' messenger." ”

"Huh?!"

Pizarro's eyes suddenly became sharp, and it didn't look like he was just a gentleman in the garb of an emissary.

That look in his eyes may be more than what Xiu Yin has experienced......

"It seems that I thought of him as simple, but this is not bad......" Xiu Yin thought silently in his heart, while still keeping a smile on his face, Pizarro was not as simple as he imagined.

Pizarro looked at Xiu Yin closely, Xiu Yin was still smiling, Pizarro looked at the teacup in his hand, the taste inside still attracted him.

"You know I like to drink this?" Pizarro shook his teacup, the flavor of the coffee and milk tea in it slowly overflowing.

Xiu Yin said slowly, "No, it's just a coincidence, of course this coincidence...... Isn't that what Your Excellency wants to see?"

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, Font walked up to Pizarro's side, and he motioned to Pizarro not to continue, and it was better not to reveal their identities in Longhuiling.

"Feng Teqing, have you noticed the people of Long Hui Ling?"

"The people of the Longhui Territory?" Feng Te was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Pizarro to ask such a question, and after a simple recollection of what he saw on the way, Feng Te replied, "There is a rustic atmosphere everywhere, and more people live in camps, just think about it simply, you almost know that there will be people who will freeze and starve this winter!"

Hearing Wundt's answer, Pizarro shook his head slightly.

"If that were the case, Lord Xiuin wouldn't be sitting here leisurely drinking tea. ”

As he spoke, Pizarro's eyes glanced at Xiuin, who was still smiling, sipping the milk tea in the teacup in his hand.

Wundt was a little puzzled, "Ahh......hhh

Pizarro reluctantly put down the empty teacup in his hand, and he said to Wundt, "Wundt, I said before, look at things through its surface, the lords of the Morrowind Lord, it is precisely because you know what you just said, their hearts express more trust in the lord, along the way, the most heard words are the praise of the Lord of Xiuin, well, this kind of praise, of course, is not like the praise of the Emperor of the Bofeng Empire, it is from the hearts of the lords. ”

Wundt certainly knew what was going on inside the empire, but ......

This was the first time he had heard Pizarro have such an evaluation of a lord, you know, Xiu Yin is just a lord, and in the empire, even the governor of a province is far from being compared.

"Is this what Your Excellency wants to see confirmed?"

The cup in Xiuin's hand was also empty, and he gently placed the cup on the table, Xiuin and Pizarro looked at each other, "Pizarro, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince!"

Scare!

Pierre and Fonte, both on either side of Pizarro, had their faces stunned at the same time, but they immediately stood up again and protected Pizarro's side. The exposure of the prince's identity is not a good thing!

"Sit down, you two, can't you control your impulses?

Hearing Pizarro's reprimand, the two sat down again, and this time, Pizarro's eyes became sharper when he looked at Xiuin.