Char glanced directly at the martial arts chief, and an inexplicable evil fire surged into his head. He didn't say a word, turned around and looked at the female patriarchs of the big and small families who were still discussing, at this time, he forgot his fake identity as a "divine messenger", and simply looked at these usually high-minded faces as a foreign male who was also discriminated against.

After crossing over, Char still retains the cognitive concept of the original world, and he will judge whether he should intervene in things that he is not used to seeing according to his own ability and environment, and he does not want to change the discriminatory concept that has been prevalent in Drow society for a long time - even if he is one of the victims himself.

But now it is the soldiers who are being targeted, and no matter what role these Drow soldiers will play in the future, for now, they will be their own capable subordinates, a new force that can truly surround the underground city of Gullora, and they are also an important force that can change the pattern.

"Keep them firmly in your own hands. Char kept replaying this sentence in his head, and he couldn't tell if it was his own voice or Thrandis's conversation.

The black-haired man's eyes sharpened, and with anger and contempt, he carved his gaze into the faces of each of the mistresses—whether they might hold a grudge against themselves or not, and now he had to take control of the situation.

The drow and servants in the array belong to different families, and taking advantage of their psychology of respecting the strong, the general's heart is turned to himself, which is the first and most critical step.

The discussion gradually became smaller under the persecution of the "divine messenger", and the housewives all had their own little calculations in their hearts, and no one would openly contradict Char, the representative of the spider queen, in public - that was just the stupidity of looking for someone to fall into the well out of thin air.

Char patted Zorn and motioned for the other party to leave the rostrum—although the two had formed a common camp in private, they must not let the housewives find out at this time—and the black-haired man made up his mind to bear the pressure from the housewives alone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Gurola. ”

Char spoke, adding a mocking tone to some adjectives, and he intended to get straight to the point - if a leader can't stand up for his subordinates, then how can he stand up for his soldiers?

"May I ask what was wrong with my behavior just now?" said the black-haired man with a smile on his face, as if the seriousness and cruelty of his previous time were not there.

He strode on the stage, slowly passing the mistresses in the order of the ten thrones, and he pressed the anger in his chest, but spoke softly in words like a gentle spring breeze.

"If you have an opinion, you should say it, shouldn't the city council play that role?"

The stubborn and insidious creatures of the Mistress must not be taken lightly, but the quality of hypocrisy is where it can be exploited.

Char had to stop every time she walked in front of a mistress, and looked at each other seriously, while observing the expression and demeanor of the matriarch. No one responded to him, but he believed that his approach of not playing cards according to the routine would inevitably disintegrate the secretly fragile alliance of the mothers - sometimes the guidance of public opinion reflects the initiative of the right to speak.

And the small families in the rear audience are completely vassals of the big families, and the big guys in front have not expressed their positions, so these guys naturally will not take the initiative to speak out - and the purpose is precisely on the ten major families.

Yu Guang glanced at some of the mistresses exchanging uneasy glances, but also observing themselves, cautiously as if they were afraid of being caught.

Char laughed sarcastically, and he calmly walked up to Barcelo, the first family mother, and leaned down slightly, while the other party stared at him firmly and self-controllably, without the slightest wavering or trepidation.

This is an inevitable thing, because judging from the initial performance, the second and third families are faintly on their side, but the Barcelo family's power has long been entrenched in the city of Gulrolla, even if it is to deal with the joint efforts of the two families at the same time, not to mention the countless small families who are secretly vassals.

The opponent is not a rookie, but Char is now difficult to ride.

"If you can't even govern the Barcelo family, why fight with the empire?"

The black-haired man said lightly, "Mistress Barceló, do you also think that my behavior just now was inappropriate?"

Char forces the other party to speak publicly, and there are two purposes in the words, for or against, and there is no other choice.

Mistress Barcelo didn't answer immediately, she looked directly at the male face in front of her, and laughed.

"Lord, you are an "angel of God," how can we interfere with your thoughts and actions?"

"As for your question, this involves traditional etiquette, haven't the patriarchs already made their attitudes clear?" the mistress shifted the focus of the conversation and blurred the concept.

While dissociating herself from the incident, the Barcelo hostes kicks the ball back to herself, and unknowingly puts on a tall hat called "Tradition" to put herself on the opposite side of the Drow mothers. Char stood up straight, and he seemed to be able to feel that the focus of the audience was back on him.

In the final analysis, it was because of the lack of strength, and Char was even more determined to hold the military power in his own hands.

But when it comes to talking and playing scoundrels, the "natives" here are still a little more immature.

"Tradition?" Char stood up, and he looked at the more drow on the stage and asked rhetorically, "Who decided it?"

"Is it the great spider goddess, or, you guys?"

Buttoning a hat is a good idea. Char deliberately gave Mistress Barcelo a grateful look, and then, as if he didn't see the other party's black face, the black-haired man spread his hands and looked up at the top of his head as if the spider queen was looking at it somewhere in the dark.

"Why, no one answered me?"

In the face of power, all culture is waste paper, let alone such an unrealistic thing. The monotonous colors of the spider queen have always enveloped this subterranean world, just like the darkness overhead, which has long been part of the habits of thought of Drow and his minions.

"As a servant of the Queen of Spiders, I just want to remind you that there is no need for different voices among Gullora. ”

As soon as the words fell, Char clearly saw that the pale blue face of the Barcelo mistress was even more gloomy - no matter what, the spider queen was an obstacle that these mistresses could not avoid, and this had actually been decided from the beginning.

Unless—get rid of him.

Mistress Barceló's expression tightened, but she relaxed as if she were confident.

Char watched the change in the other party's expression with some mockery, and suddenly there was some movement in the air around him, he shook his head slightly as if he was aware of it, and continued to speak domineeringly.

"It doesn't matter what you think, it's obedience. ”