Count Mensa was a little confused now.

His grandson is still lying in the rescue cabin, although there is no major problem, but the serious injury is real.

The envoys of the Falling Wind Empire were on their way to arrive, but half an hour ago they suddenly announced that they would not go to the court ship suspended in extraplanetary synchronous orbit, but applied to enter the atmosphere and came to the Mensa family mansion for negotiations and negotiations.

Is there anything else to negotiate?

Things are already so clear, the princess of the falling wind used a sharp weapon to seriously injure the future heir of the Mensa family, and the royal family of the falling wind empire admitted their mistakes, compensated, and punished the barbaric and murderous princess, isn't it?

What made Count Mensa even more confused was that.

Madame Marg of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, who sent him a correspondence five minutes ago, actually asked him to lead the Mensa family to sincerely apologize to the royal family of the Falling Wind Empire.

What is the rationale for this?

Is this still the Sherman Empire?

The Falling Wind Empire is nothing more than a subsidiary empire, and the sovereignty is incomplete, and that is a dog of the Sherman Empire!

And he, as a hereditary nobleman of the Sherman Empire, an old earl family, is going to apologize to the royal family of the Falling Wind Empire?

This is ridiculous.

The Earl of Mensa sat in the manor's secluded study, smoking a cigar-like mixture of refreshments and letting himself settle in the smoke.

When he investigated the matter, although he was stopped by his own son, the Count of Mensa probably knew what was going on.

It is nothing more than the erosive behavior that often occurs among the aristocracy.

That victim, his grandson, liked some mature and beautiful women, which was not a big deal in the eyes of the Count of Mensa.

Wasn't he the same when he was younger?

It's normal for men to take time to mature and indulge a little when they're young.

Now it is a fact that his grandson was seriously injured, they are victims.

But Madame Margo was a shrewd and capable nobleman, and she was certainly not unpurposeful.

Making Dinah the adopted daughter of his Count of Mensa was the one that Madame Marg did back then, and Madame Marg was not a deputy director at that time.

The Mensa family added a princess from a vassal state, which enhanced the family's reputation; The Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau arranges for a spy to enter the subject country and strengthen its control over the subject country.

Both sides have benefited in this matter.

Moreover, the Count of Mensa knew the terrifying energy behind Madame Margo, her husband was a powerful general in the Imperial Army, and her father was a retired minister who was still alive and trusted by His Majesty the Emperor.

The royal family of the Falling Wind Empire, Count Mensa can not care.

But this Lady Marg, he must be cautious.

What kind of pressure is Madame Marg under?

Jingle bells.

The retro and odd military communicator rang for a bell.

Count Mensa glanced at the bust on the communicator, quickly extinguished the 'cigar' in his hand, quickly adjusted the collar, and chose to turn on the button.

An old general with gray hair and wearing an imperial uniform appeared in front of Count Mensa.

This is a lieutenant general, the top boss of the Count of Mensa back then, and the title and family power are far above him.

"Count Mensa," the lieutenant general asked, frowning, "is your grandson well?" ”

"There's no big problem, it's just a general penetrating injury," said Count Mensa at once, "and the young man got into some drunken conflicts, but I didn't expect to alarm you." ”

"How did you teach your grandson?"

The lieutenant general said coldly:

"—a young man in the prime of life, who was almost killed by a fifteen-year-old girl! Is this the Mensa family, who have made a name for themselves? ”

"General," said Count Mensa in a low voice, "it is I who have failed to teach and disgraced the Empire. ”

"It's good to know," the lieutenant general said, "The Falling Wind Empire's envoys will arrive at you immediately, and this matter can't be a big deal, do you understand?" If your grandson can move, get out of bed and apologize to the royal family of the Falling Wind Empire, and this matter is over. ”

Apologize?

Count Mensa frowned and said, "Why? It's clear that my grandson has been hit hard, and it's they who should apologize! n。 ”

"Even if I don't understand what's going on, it must be some ugly move to force a fifteen-year-old girl to resist!"

The lieutenant general's gaze is aggressive:

"Do you know why I'm looking for you? It was the Duke who called and asked me to contact you, because I was your boss and guide in the army, so I was also implicated in this drudgery. ”

Your Mensa family has provoked people who shouldn't be messed with, and Edwang, the new emperor of the Falling Wind, is very good at interpersonal communication, and he maintains a good friendship with all the princes.

"The financial resources of the Luofeng royal family are a stepping stone to their communication, remember, go and apologize!"

The lieutenant general hung up the correspondence directly, leaving the Count of Mensa there to remain confused.

The Falling Wind Royal Family, with so much energy?

Jingle bells!

The Count of Mensa saw a somewhat strange and familiar bust and answered suspiciously.

This is an old man with a shiny face, wearing a gown, and saying with a smile:

"Hello, honorable Count Mensa, it's not easy to get your contact information."

"How's your grandson?"

"Oh, yes, I'm going to report myself first, I'm the director of the Economic Development Department of the dependent countries of the Imperial Treasury, we've met before, at several high-profile banquets"

The old man chattered for a long time, so that Count Mensa was a little confused about the intention of his call.

"You want to be a lobbyist and let us let the princess of the Falling Wind Empire go, right?"

"Yes, probably," the director smiled, "do you know anything about the Falling Wind Empire?" ”

"Understand," continued Count Mensa, lighting his 'cigar', "they are the more powerful of the subjects. ”

"The amount of silver they contribute is equivalent to the tax revenue contributed by five average-level administrative stars to the empire."

Director Zhengsedao:

"I understand what happened to you there, your grandson tried to insult the former princess of the Falling Wind Empire, this is simply a picture that I dare not imagine."

"I saw a surveillance video, and it is said that this surveillance video is the emperor of the Falling Wind Empire, and he personally fed back to a prince."

"I must remind you that you are unreasonable in this matter, and it is true that the other party hurt your grandson, but I think, can you consider the overall situation, show an open-minded side, give up holding them accountable, and then apologize to the imperial family?"

"Think about it, if someone hurt your mother, would you be angry?"

Count Mensa: Huh.

What an analogy!

"Is this what the Ministry of Finance means?"

"No, no, no, it's just my personal, personal reminder," the director sighed, "If your grandson is okay, please think carefully about this matter." ”

"I see."

The Count of Mensa hung up the communication with a gesture.

He leaned back, leaning back in the soft back of his chair.

This count, who has been in the Emperor Star Circle for half his life, has realized the seriousness of the situation at this moment.

Yes, this is the Emperor of the Falling Wind Empire putting pressure on him.

The energy that the other party can use is far beyond his imagination.

And the director's metaphor for the Falling Wind Empire's old silver can compare the taxes of the five administrative stars, so that Count Mensa has an intuitive understanding of the importance of the Falling Wind Empire.

It is also reminiscent of the direct conflict between the previous falling wind and the new federation, as well as the measures taken by the empire to reduce the annual silver.

This subject is not simple.

Do you want to settle things?

Count Mensa thought so, and his communicator rang again.

Jingle bells.

Made!

It's endless! Which official was bribed by the Falling Wind Empire this time?

Count Mensa looked down, and the bust lifted his spirits.

Oh, the Honorable Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, the true Minister of Power of the Empire, a shrewd and capable Honorary Marquis who has earned the trust of His Majesty.

Count Mensa quickly chose the answer button.

Outside the door, the old butler of the Earl's Manor was hurrying in.

A small transport ship with a capacity of 100 people left the near-Earth spaceport and was heading towards Count Mensa's manor, with an application to land.

Their application was very outrageous, with only one sentence:

I'm the Earl of the Falling Wind Empire, and I'm here to duel with you Count Mensa!'

The transport, encased in an energy shield, slammed smoothly and at high speed towards the surface of Count Mensa.

They have already received permission for the administrative star, and this transport ship is also an Imperial ship that you have rented directly from the spaceport, and the air defense system of this administrative star will not attack them.

In the middle of the transport, sixty members of the Royal Guard lined up, staring with burning eyes at the legendary captain who had walked out of the Fourth Brigade of the Fourth Guards Regiment of their escort army.

Behind Yang Luo, the surveillance video was played repeatedly.

The men and women of the Guardians were already out of their rage.

Are the guards who are used to protect Princess Dinah and Her Royal Highness the Princess all eat dry food?

This kind of thing is an insult to all their convoys!

Yang Luo cleared his throat: "I admit it, I was a little impulsive just now, so that you have prepared your weapons, this is the Sherman Empire, we can't use weapons, put all the equipment on your body on both sides, and only wear ordinary military uniforms!"

"Yes! Sir!"

A group of people shouted at the top of their voices, and quickly lowered their laser rifles.

The diplomats who had fallen into the wind stood unconsciously stiffened at this moment.

"Good!"

Yang Luo said in a steady voice:

"Next, we will go to the Count Mensa's mansion, which has hundreds of permanent guards and the Count's private army on the periphery."

"This is a duel, a duel for the honor of the country! I'm going to start this duel in my private capacity, and your first task in the future is to tear my throat out and shout!"

"Mensa's men stand up and shout this when they stand up for a duel!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Listen to me," Yang Luo said, "If they start besieging me, you will charge me up, will they all fight?" ”

"Yes! Sir!"

"If anyone is a coward, go back and I'll clean him up myself! Rest in place!"

A group of officers and soldiers sat in place in neat motion, and their breathing became more and more powerful.

The colonel came running with a few senior officers, all of whom were old, but at this moment they put down their laser pistols, took off their military uniforms, and sat at the front in the same vests, trousers, and leather boots as everyone else.

Yang Luo nodded to them, turned to look at the porthole in front of them, the Count Mensa's mansion was already visible, and their manor guards were also quickly gathered.

A diplomat walked up briskly.

"Great, sir, is it necessary to be so stiff? Go directly to fight with the Sherman Empire's Earl Family, this, this is really. ”

"It's the most efficient solution."

Yang Luo smiled, gave the diplomat a look with deep meaning, and said slowly:

"This battle must not only be fought, but also fought beautifully, fought in a measured manner, and played the prestige of the Falling Wind Empire, and it cannot offend the noble class of the Sherman Empire."

"Don't be idle later, go and register a live broadcast account first, register in the name of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Falling Wind Empire, and register a few more platforms."

"As long as I start to do it, give me a live broadcast to learn about the white ghosts of the two days of fire."

"My lord, are we really going to war with the Mensa family?"

"Did you hear what I was saying?"

"Hear me."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "Go ahead, do it beautifully, go back and let His Majesty Edwang give you a promotion and a salary increase, and if you mess it up, you will be transferred to a job and your salary will be reduced." ”

The diplomat perked up: "I will follow you forward!"

Yang Luo patted the diplomat's arm, turned around and continued to stare at the majestic manor below.

The transport received an echo from the other party, and followed the guidance of the watchtower on the ground, and descended towards the hillside on the outskirts of the manor.

Half an hour later, the transport ship landed smoothly.

Madame Marg sat in the ship of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, looking at the projection screen in front of her, she originally felt a lot of headaches, but at this moment she calculated the follow-up possibilities of the evolution of things, and suddenly discovered.

The duel is actually very ingenious.

It can not only maintain honor, but also express the spirit of both sides not backing down for their respective positions, even if they fight for their lives, in the cultural atmosphere of the empire, they will consider both sides to be warriors.

The aristocracy will not be disgusted by the wind, and the commoners will relish it because of the bloody violence.

Princess Dinah's almost insulted will be pressed as the duel ends.

Not only that, but Dinah's true identity will not be exposed.

The grandson of the Earl actually threatened Dina Sure enough, Count Mensa did not take his repeated admonitions seriously, and it was time for the family to restrain their arrogance.

Madame Marg's gaze crossed a little grim, and soon returned to normal, continuing to stare at the projection screen.

The bird's-eye view makes it easy to see:

Most of the half-living people in Count Mensa's manor were dispatched in unison.

The Earl of Mensa did not show up, and more than twenty middle-aged and young men in military uniforms, with more than a hundred tall and heavily armed guards, stood on the hillside.

Soon, Yang Luo's head appeared in their sight, followed by Yang's tall and thin body.

There were no weapons, no firearms, and no guards.

Seeing this, a middle-aged military officer, the leader of the Mensa family, handed the laser pistol, lightsaber, and protective shield to the person next to him, unbuttoned his collar, and headed towards Yang.

Behind Yang Luo, more than sixty bare-handed soldiers appeared.

The men of the Mensa family immediately followed the example of the officer, handed the equipment to the person behind him, and went straight to meet him.

More than 20 officers, 40 guards.

The Mensa family dispatched the same number of men as the Falling Wind Empire.

The Count of Mensa, who was secretly watching all this, secretly gave an order, and the guards with the equipment quickly retreated, and all the armaments inside and outside the manor were unloaded in case of 'accidental injury'.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Falling Wind Empire has started the live broadcast.

Young began a simple and hurried exchange with the representatives of the Count's Court of Mensa:

"You have insulted the country of Falling Wind!"

"You've insulted the Mensa family!"

"I, the Honorary Earl of the Falling Wind Empire, send a duel to your Mensa family!"

"I took your duel for my brother, right here, let's solve this problem in a man's way!"

"I mean," Yang Luo tilted his head slightly, "I'm going to challenge your family!" The men of the Mensa family have stood up for me!"

A group of fallen wind soldiers in the rear shouted: "Mensa's men stand up for a duel!"

The middle-aged officer was full of annoyance, grabbed his old fist for more than forty years, and smashed it on Yang Luo's head.

Yang Luo raised his arm to resist the opponent's attack, his body staggered back half a step, and then a whip leg was thrown out, and the force was too slightly controlled, so that the opponent was dodged by his back.

But before Yang Luo could stand firmly, he immediately pounced forward, grabbed the officer's belt and lifted it back, slammed the opponent to the ground, and rode on the opponent is a set of military body king eight punches.

A few young men from the Mensa family rushed up on the periphery.

Yang Luo smashed the man under him with a punch, and one person resisted the other party's siege, hugging the waist of a young man and falling directly.

I don't know who roared.

The Fallwind Empire's guards charged forward, and the Mensa family and the group of guards swooped down.

Inside the Foreign Affairs Bureau ship suspended in space, Madame Marg's eyes lit up at the bird's-eye view, and a passionate hand-to-hand battle began on the hillside.

"This officer named Yang Luo is really good."

Madame Margo took a sip of the soothing tea and let out a merry laugh.

Three or four galactic hours later.

The Imperial Noble Court ship slowly sailed away from the periphery of the administrative star of Count Mensa's fiefdom and rushed to the next airspace that needed to reconcile the contradictions of the nobles.

Luofeng and his party, including Princess Dinah's family visiting team, plus the envoy group who came later, gathered in the transport ship sent by Luofeng.

Princess Dinah, Emilia, and the maids were in the dinghy into the back cabin of the transport.

They didn't know what was going on, and they had been confiscated of their communication equipment, but they were suddenly notified that the matter was settled, they were acquitted, and then they rushed to the spaceport in this small boat.

Princess Dinah was terrified along the way.

She was afraid that her superiors would give up on her, that a bomb had been planted on the boat.

She was already able to accept this ending, but Emilia was still young.

But nothing happened, and the journey back was so peaceful that Princess Dinah thought it was a dream.

The boat entered the aft compartment and entered the gas isolation membrane, and the winged hatch slowly opened.

Princess Dinah took a few deep breaths, suppressing her cluttered thoughts, and Emilia was already cheering.

"Bounty Hunter! Why are you here!"

Major Yang Luo!

Princess Dinah lowered her head and rushed to the winged door, and when she looked up, she saw two rows of figures standing in front of her.

"Salute!"

The royal guards, with their noses and swollen faces and bandages, performed the Imperial Military Salute to Princess Dinah in unison.

Yang Luo was at the forefront, and at this moment he hoisted his right arm, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" Princess Dinah asked softly.

The Mensa family got the punishment they deserved," Yang Luo said lightly, "You are the princess of the empire for a day, and the guards will not allow you to suffer any humiliation. ”

Yang Luo looked at Emilia, who was a little apprehensive on the side, and blinked slightly.

"Well done this time, I'll teach you lightsabar swordsmanship when I go back."

Emilia smiled gracefully and sweetly.

"And."

Ships are also territory.

"Welcome home, Princesses and Princesses."

Princess Dina was stunned, her eyes were inexplicably red, and she immediately endured it and returned the salute to Yang Luo's chest.