The third volume of the overlord's big 57 beats the stuffy stick five

657 beats the stuffy stick five

At noon, Sleia Kukendina and his entourage, who had come from Vigosart, received a receipt from the Falcon Dynasty Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which would send a young diplomat with a handsome appearance, dashing demeanor, and rich experience in the evening to take charge of this important meeting between the two countries.

"Young and promising, experienced and handsome...... Princess Xigosat, whose face was still a little hopeful, her pretty face was suddenly full of black lines, this is diplomatic rhetoric? Or is it a marriage advertisement, there is no way to do it, I heard that His Majesty the King is going to negotiate in person, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can only write it in a good way

"What. I thought it was the Vichia Falcon who received it personally, but who knew that only an inexplicable guy was sent to tell those people outside, I don't want to see this guy."

She handed this receipt to the woman in red next to her with some impatience, and she didn't even read the diplomat's name clearly, let alone pay attention to the corner of this extremely cautious diplomatic receipt, and there was a thumb-sized white thorn flower, which was a special seal of the royal family of the Falcon Dynasty that had just been established, how could it be that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs under the Ministry of Affairs could use it

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I really don't know what those guys in charge of overseas expansion think, why they have to find this small country with a population of less than 10 million"

The woman in red next to her also threw this receipt into the garbage basket with a disdainful face, and she said with some dissatisfaction, "In the Obaro continent, even those great monarchs who rule tens of millions of people do not dare to use a diplomat to send the messenger of the Visigoths, the sea belongs to the Visigosats,

This proverb has been circulating in the continent of Obaro for more than a thousand years, and is destined to continue to circulate, compared to this small country, the Nord Kingdom next to it seems to be more suitable for us, but it is a pity that the family has sent the lord of Cudini, if this despised matter is passed back, I am afraid that we will all become the object of ridicule."

"Well, I heard that this falcon is the great monarch who rules several countries, and the family has also raised the standard by one level with this in mind," the young princess said in a somewhat dear tone, "and it is said that he is very young, as if he is not even 25 years old."

"A 25-year-old Great Sovereign, a guy who can't even rule a population of 10 million, is also called a Great Sovereign?" the woman in red smiled disapprerovingly, the corners of her mouth full of contempt

"Such a guy is estimated to be a wreck who inherits the ancestral business, and in the Obaro Continent, he is a local duke, but I am afraid that there is more than such a little strength

I really don't know what the use of finding such a guy is for us Visigosats, in fact, just send someone to contact us, in the face of a good reward, I don't believe that no one will be tempted"

"This matter is not for you to ask, you just need to know to protect my safety, and tell those ordinary guards, whoever dares to spread this shameful matter, I will kill whoever is right away"

Cook Ndina bit her lip solemnly

"Okay, Your Highness, as long as you are happy" The woman in red next to her looked helpless, as if she had already become accustomed to it,

A temporary rainstorm hit Dvalin, which was under construction, and horse-drawn carriages along the way struggled on muddy roads, including a horse-drawn carriage from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

"This weather ......"

The fat man poked his head out of the carriage with a little muttering to himself, and took a cursory look at the road in front of him, a long black line stretched to the mountain road in the distance, the road was full of rain, and the muddy water was rolling with small pieces, and the large and small carriages were blocking the road leading to the construction area.

"Forceful baby, I know you can do it, this little quagmire is just a piece of cake for you"

Ahead, the loud shouts of the coachman, the trampling of the whipping horses, and the sound of heavy rain falling on the roof of the carriage, were like a huge symphony orchestra beating

"How far is it from the Tiariac manor where the Visigosats are housed?" asked the fat man aloud, and the coachman sitting in front of him might not hear anything if he did not shout out loud among the noises around him

"My lord, there are about 10 minutes to go, and the estate of Tiariac is on the top of the hill in front of us," Chiyosrke, who was wearing a rain hat, pointed to the distance with an ugly face and replied loudly

"Are there many road blockages here?" the fat man asked, looking ahead for a moment

"Yes, but it also depends," the coachman Chiyosrk responded, he was only hired by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs from among the locals, and he didn't know the identity of the adult in front of him, and he didn't know his words, so he was likely to make a lot of big people scolded.

He said to himself, "This exit is a passage to the Rimir region, which is usually like this, it is better on a sunny day, as long as it is not too rugged, these modified transport carriages can still find a way to pass, but in a rainstorm like this, all the order is like a soybean bag that has been cut open, and all the soybeans are poured down at once."

"Cut the soybean bag ......"

The fat man thinks this word can express his current frustration, the head is full of soybeans, I didn't expect to encounter traffic jams in this world, your sister

Yes, this place should have built a road first, because it has just been occupied, and there is no smooth and wide road paved with smooth stones like other areas, because this construction is a bit large, and the road construction seems to be lagging behind.

"It must be those guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are lazy, what are they doing, it's been almost a month, and they can't even repair a road, it seems that they need to be spurred up"

The fat man muttered to himself, thinking to himself how to fix the guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs

In fact, he misunderstood, it is simply an impossible task to cultivate in an extremely busy, day and night road with cars coming and going.

The fact that the road surface flattened during the day would be crushed by the evening and the freshly paved gravel would be crushed and deformed by the wheels of the wagons laden with goods in a few days, made the situation in the whole of Dvalin very bad, and the great construction plan was approved and carried out by His Majesty the King himself, and the routine business of road construction seemed somewhat irrelevant, even if the Ministry of the Interior had made sufficient efforts, it could only choose to repair some of the most important military roads

Suddenly, a quarrel came from the front, and the fat man suddenly found that in addition to the carriage on the mountain road in the distance, there were more than a dozen people standing close to the mountain wall.

The pouring rain made these people who were leaning on the inside of the road to hide from the rain look very wolfy, there were both men and women, and one of them was struggling to pull something from the carriage, of course, if it was just ordinary people, no one would care about such a thing, it was nothing more than because the rain wet the goods or clothes or something,

But one of the petite shadows was a little familiar, and after carefully identifying it with his eyes, the fat man recognized that it was the caravan father and daughter of the Momo family that he used to cover his identity when he first disguised himself to go to Tulga.

"Okay, just send me here, you can go back"

The fat man put a leather cloak from the carriage to protect him from the rain, waved his hand to the coachman, Chiyosrk, and then jumped from the carriage onto the dirt road below,

Ignoring the dissuasion of the two accompanying guards, he walked one foot deep and one shallow foot in the quagmire, his leather cloak had an excellent waterproof effect, and the white raindrops gently hit his face, and the crystal clear water splashed everywhere

"My lord" The two guards on the horse hurriedly got off the horse,

As the distance approached, the fat man finally saw the situation in front of him, a carriage full of goods was obviously leaning against the rock wall, and the goods on the side were staggering out of an inclined ladder, which was in danger of collapsing at any time, but this was not the main thing, there was obviously a person lying on his stomach on the side of the goods, wearing a somewhat strange style of clothing, red blood flowed down the rain, forming a red blood under the carriage

The fat man squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers, because there were a lot of people, the two fathers and daughters did not see him, and the older father was looking at the broken pottery shards all over the ground in front of him with a sad face, and the little madman, who had always been like a lark, was also completely stupid

"What's going on here?"

The fat man asked a fat businessman who was standing next to him to watch the bustle, because he was the only one who looked a little sorry for his face, and most of the others were pointing fingers and gloating with a look on their faces, as if they were watching a farce

"Hey, dead man, I don't know what's going on, someone just fell from the front and smashed into this carriage" The fat merchant in a waterproof cloak replied, "These people are really unlucky, but they were smashed here, this side is all high-end pottery used by nobles, if it is transported to the front construction area, it will definitely be able to make a lot of profits, this is good, in the case of such a thing outside the city, not only the goods are all destroyed, but also because of the dead people to bear the lawsuit"

"Do you know where the noodles are?"

The fat man looked up, and at the height of this mountain road, he could see a magnificent villa, a winding mountain road led straight there, and the window of the villa seemed to be facing this road, and if someone fell, the biggest possibility was there

"It's the Tialiak manor of the Arère family," the fat merchant replied casually, "I heard that it has now been bought by the Wiki for office use, and I don't know what the identity of this person who fell to his death is, so it should be related to the face."

At this moment, a strong man came from the front of the convoy in a crowd, and said in an unkind tone as he walked, "Touch Morvenlis, these goods are all shipped to those lords in the city, and now they are all destroyed in your hands, how can you let me explain to me?"