Capital of the Principality of Western Asia, Diocese of Tharis.

The main thoroughfare of the city, Ferrien Street, opposite the Episcopal Church.

Just as the Seven Imperial Palaces in the imperial capital of Siyang are to Simeng, for the entire Principality of Western Asia, the Grand Residence opposite the Church of God at No. 42 Ferion Street is the political center of the entire Principality of Western Asia.

At this moment, in the large conference room of the Grand Duke's Mansion, two rows of high-backed satin chairs stood on either side of a zigzag-shaped black lacquered wood conference table, but at this moment only two people sat opposite each other.

Naturally, it is Han Dongwen and the Grand Duke of the Principality of West Asia - Tilda.

Behind Han Dongwen, Li Zai, Duan Qingzhu, Liu Cheng and Zhong Lilin stood with their hands down, and behind them were a group of guards from the rest department, all of whom were dressed in Chinese armor in this Western-style hall, but they all showed their identities as outsiders.

Han Dongwen sat down with his back against the high-backed chair, carefully studying the Grand Duke Tilda in front of him - when he was playing the game before, this beautiful and tough leader was just a satellite character living in the tales of West Asians, and although he gained some fans with his appearance, it was still very different to have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes now.

Her silver hair is really eye-catching, and combined with the fair complexion of the Upper West Asian, she looks like a porcelain doll.

Speaking of which, Han Dongwen has not seen the native West Asian people in Simeng, and Guo Jack Yang Oli and other cadres should all be descendants of Simeng immigrants in West Asia, and they are no different from Simeng people in appearance-it is precisely because of this that they will be sent to be spies.

Behind Tilda, two groups of people stood on either side, dressed in black and white.

Han Dongwen is very familiar with these people, and understands that the group of people in black behind her are the members of the Church of God, and the people in white belong to the Grand Duke's Mansion and the House of Commons.

"Mr. Han, what are you looking at?"

Tilda frowned lightly and opened his mouth, Han Dongwen realized that he was really staring at others and was a little too fascinated, he hurriedly coughed twice, and sat upright and said, "Grand Duke Tilda, how long do we have to wait?" ”

Si Meng and Sia had been sitting in the hall for a while, but they had not yet begun to discuss in earnest, because at the top of the long table, one above the zigzag in the most upper-seat part of the room, there was still an empty row of chairs.

This is naturally reserved for the joint supervisor of Simeng and West Asia, the seat of the representative of the great power Taka.

Taka.

Thinking of the country represented by this empty seat, Han Dongwen's brows couldn't help frowning, and his heart seemed to be a little unhappy.

This large country east of Simeng, even though it faces Simeng and West Asia across the sea, with its strong strength and years of influence, stretched out its long arms to firmly clamp these two small countries.

Han Dongwen's understanding of Taka is currently limited to Zhong Sheng, Zhong Lilin's father, who led the Simeng Navy to attack Taka by mistake and made a big mistake, and handed over the jurisdiction of the harbor city of Haizhou.

These cuts in jurisdiction and expenditure are also the fundamental source of Yihong Building's funds, Anhai Gold.

Another layer of his understanding of Taka comes from the game.

After the official launch of the game, the situation in the country of Taka can be described in one word: division, the Grand Duke in front of him, and the disappearance of the "kings" of Taka and other countries, the situation in different countries is different.

For Simeng, the situation is relatively stable, this is because for some reason Han Dongwen escaped this catastrophe and was replaced by Wen Yongxing, so Simeng was relatively able to maintain the status quo.

For West Asia, the disappearance of the Grand Duke gave the Catholic Church a golden opportunity to regain the grip of the country, which was almost a silent change of hands, and for ordinary people, it was probably just another day as usual.

Taka, on the other hand, is fully caught in a chaotic split between the two princes.

One of the two princes, the Taka prince Gao, would oversee the meeting, and according to the information Han Dongwen had at the moment, the Gao prince was very fond of Archduke Tilda - whether it was because of his beauty or something else.

It's not good for yourself.

Han Dongwen immediately thought of a few cards that he could play in his heart, since Taka would fall into division in the future, could he use this information as his own bargaining chip, so that Huang Zigao could arrange it in advance, in exchange for a respite from Simeng?

Or, or ......

Take the imminent split of Taka as an opportunity for Simeng, so as to trade with the prince Gao, and rely on the future to stand in line in exchange for the current interests?

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Gao will be here soon."

Tilda replied to Han Dongwen, he nodded, and his mind continued to think crankily.

Tilda only looked at the man in front of him and frowned.

She knows very well what kind of person Han Dongwen is.

With Simeng's diplomatic attitude in the past and her own eyeliner in Simeng, she knew very well that this emperor was purely just a good voter, and he was mediocre and ignored the government, and there was nothing to care about.

What I really need to care about is the matchmaker behind this waste puppet emperor, the general director of the National Soldiers Department in Simeng.

She looked behind Han Dongwen, the three lieutenants were wearing their own dresses, and Tilda saw Li Zai in a black robe embroidered with red edges from the three of them at a glance.

Person...... and the forces behind him are the real opponents at this negotiating table.

Tilda was thinking this when suddenly the door of the chamber made a heavy hinge.

The door opened.

She immediately stood up and turned towards the door of the conference hall, while her subordinates dressed in black and white behind her also turned sideways to face the door.

"Smack!"

A neat step sounded, and the Simeng group behind Han Dongwen was no stranger to such a scene, and they also turned sideways neatly.

Han Dongwen was stunned, knowing that it was a big one, so he hurriedly stood up, and looked a little out of place in the serious and neat crowd.

He swallowed and looked up to the door, only to see a thin young man, no more than thirty years old.

The man was shirtless, wearing a pair of dark gold trousers, barefoot, his bronzed skin was casually exposed, and his long black hair made him look a little unruly.

This is the prince Gao.

Gao's naked upper body was smeared with a strange pattern all over his body with some kind of cinnabar and gold pigment, which looked like some mysterious sacrifice, but it was his face that caught the eye.

It was not a face, but a mask with gold trim on a white background.

The mask depicts the face of a cat.

"Sit down, sit down, and get started."

He staggered to his place as if he was drunk, and after sitting down, he arrogantly stacked his two barefoot boards on top of each other on the conference table.

Tilda took a deep breath, turned around and sat down, and raised his eyes to look at Han Dongwen.

This is the time for her to show her skills, facing Simeng, facing Han Dongwen, the fat sheep, the paperwork in the hands of Grand Duke Tilda is her exquisite table knife, and she is ready to launch her own attack.

"Well, then, according to the predetermined agenda, let's talk first about the question of the border of Mount Morn."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Han Dongwen laugh inexplicably.

"Tilda, that mountain, we call it White Blue Mountain."

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