What happened on one side of the banquet didn't attract the attention of the other side.

Dick the Fat Man was in a friendly meeting with Sir Norman, who had come from afar, about the situation in the West and Violet, and of course, the contents of the meeting were destined to be a heavy subject that would determine the fate of countless people in the West.

Business magnates, including Fokker and Sico and other aristocrats, are a little itchy to get to know what is half a star.

But apparently, all of them were disappointed.

"Baron Dick, what do you think of the current Grand Duke of Wes?" Norman smiled, looking at the smiling fat man as he picked up a glass of wine to try to figure out the attitude of the western master.

Hearing this, everyone quietly pricked up their ears, for Dick's next answer might determine the future direction of their people here.

Dick picked up a glass of wine and said to Norman seriously: "I think today's wine tastes very good, do you know, the wine at my banquet is made from the materials we collect from Kabul in the west, and the process is ............."

Norman was fascinated at the time, "?????"

I'm going to ask you what you think of the Grand Duke, and if you don't want to say it, don't say it, and talk to me about the secret of making sake!

The group of bigwigs who stretched their necks around them were also short of breath, and they waited for most of the day just to listen to the fat dicks around them brag about how good their wine was?

"Hehe, I can ask you to taste Magnolia's merry when I have a chance. Norman mumbled, and then, he was a little unwilling to be tentative, "I heard that there are many refugees from the Northlands in your territory, what do you think of Princess Diana?"

Hehe.

Dickpi glanced at Norman with a smile, it seemed that this nobleman from the royal capital was a little persistent, did he think that he could get what he wanted from a different angle. Dick glanced at Dick calmly and said, "Merry, I know that the difference between their wine and ours is ............"

Looking at Dick who seriously explained to him the difference between making wine.

Norman feels like he's in a state of being run by thousands of grass and mud horses, and I'm going to ask you what you think of the eldest princess, why are you involved in making wine again!

In the face of such a, Norman felt that the task of this trip was very difficult!

Soon.

Most of the aristocratic circles knew one thing, that is, their city lord seemed to have a vague attitude towards the issue of standing in line.

This is a very vague signal, when it comes to the issue of political alignment, the aristocracy is extremely suspicious, history has taught them that if they stand on the wrong side, the consequences will be very serious.

Thereupon.

A group of thoughtful fellows began to make all sorts of side-knocks and fancy shows in front of Dick, asking him what he thought about violet politics from different angles and in different euphemisms.

Norman stood aside, asking questions and making comments from time to time.

“...... Yes, yes, I think this lord is right, Congress means a lot to the aristocracy and even to the violet......"

“...... I think a lot of the chaos in the Northlands stems from the eldest princess's ignorance......"

............

Words like these come out of Norman's mouth from time to time, and anyway, there is a central idea, "The bill of parliament is really good, and the eldest princess is very bad."

Dick is also in a bad mood right now.

Although on the surface, he is the most powerful person in the west, but his family knows his own affairs, and without that master to speak, how can he know how to stand in line!

Shelled by a group of people in turn, buzzing like a swarm of flies.

Dick, who couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't stand it anymore, he stared at Norman very seriously, and said slowly: "I'll tell you a story!"

"Once upon a time, there was a child herding sheep, when he was bored, he shouted to the villagers that the wolf was coming, and the villagers came and found that there was no wolf, but the next day, the child was bored and continued to shout at the villagers that the wolf came, and on the third day, the child was bored and continued to shout to the villagers that the wolf was coming, but the villagers ignored him, and finally the wolf really came and ate the child. ”

When he had finished speaking, Dick looked at Norman and asked, "What does this parable tell us?"

Norman was full of question marks, carefully scrutinized every word he said, and after finding that there was no hint in it, he said with some hesitation: "Told us...... What is the importance of honesty?"

"Wrong!"

Dickpi stared at Norman with a smile and said coldly, "This fable tells us that boring people die!"

“............”

Norman was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted, it seemed that the lord of the city was unhappy, and the word "death" should be interpreted from a political point of view, which should be a warning.

For a while, the people around him were all silent.

Feeling the surrounding atmosphere with satisfaction, the fat man was a little happy and began to enjoy the banquet, as for what the others thought in their hearts, he didn't care.

............

But while Dick's perfect Tai Chi technique has obscured the spotlight, some problems are unavoidable.

"Lord Dick, this time we are visiting Boer City on behalf of Prime Minister Francis, and I think we do need a formal meeting. Norman also understood the ambiguity of the western ruler, but time was of the essence now, and before leaving, Francis himself told him to find out the attitude of the western in any case.

So, even at some risk, Norman made the request towards the end of the banquet.

"Formal talks?" Dick squinted at Norman, his mind racing.

Soon.

He saw Wang Xiaotian who was eating snacks in the crowd, and immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a fat smile: "In this way, your delegation has come from afar, let's rest for a few days, we still have a lot of entertainment places in Boer City." ”

Norman frowned, he still didn't get the result he wanted, and was about to speak again.

Dick interrupted him and said bluntly, "Well, you should need a guide, I think...... Let him be your guide!"

Follow Dick's finger.

In that corner, a black-haired nobleman was eating a piece of finely made snack with little aristocratic demeanor, like a little nobleman from the countryside.

"It's the lucky one again!"

Everyone was a little surprised, and Dick randomly appointed a seat for the reception mission, but it was the lucky one. Is there any deeper meaning to this? Everybody is wondering.

And after Wang Xiaotian felt all the eyes, the snack in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, and he looked confused.

Who am I, where am I, and what are you going to do?