Roger waited until Elvira's expression calmed down, and he changed the subject and asked:

"My Home Secretary, are you ready for the afternoon meeting report?"

"At least it's well prepared than the 'second five-year plan' you're spreading on your desk."

Roger touched his nose awkwardly, and Elvira chuckled.

Then she continued to add to the point of being in trouble, asking:

"Roger, why don't we use the form of the first meeting you had since you took office?

"I think that feels very good. It's much better than eating, drinking and chatting around a long table now."

Roger instantly remembered the conference that impressed him five years ago.

At that time, he had been in power for a year, and Adelaide felt that he was mature enough to rule independently, so he completely returned the power to him.

At that time, Roger felt that he had completely controlled Sicily and also controlled it. It should be legally the Calabria in his superior duke's territory.

At that time, he felt that he was qualified to let himself go and, according to his wishes, held a "successful, victorious, Eastern style" conference.

......

"Mutiyi, I asked you to write a banner, why are you..."

"Sir, isn't that the case? It's right above the rostrum."

"But why is it white cloth? Didn't I say I want red cloth?"

"Mrs. said that it is better to read the red cloth and write it clearly, white cloth. I think so too. Sir, look, how clear the black Latin is on the white cloth."

"What do you mean by so many white cloth banners on the rostrum?"

"I'm thinking about it. Some people can't understand it by using Latin, but they can't write it on a banner.

"So I prepared these white cloths, which were Castile, Greek, Arabic, Basque, Italian,..."

"Henk, I asked you to put tables and chairs on the rostrum, why did you put such a small one?"

"You are just sitting on it alone. I think it's enough to put a small square table and a stool. You can't sit on two stools alone, so it's useless to put too much."

"You are so stupid that you can even say such philosophical words. I really underestimate you.

"But don't you think I'm sitting behind this small square table, revealing my upper body is like a black and white photo hanging on the wall?"

"Uh... Sir, I don't understand what you said."

"Elvira, why do you put an incense burner in front of the rostrum?"

"Dear Roger, the room is too stuffy. Don't you think it's much more comfortable to burn some frankincense? This is how we do it in Castile Church."

"Madame Adelaide, please explain why there are wreaths here?"

"I'm learning to make flowers recently. This is the trick I've learned. What do you think?"

"But why put it here?"

"What? You are not satisfied!"

"No, mom, just be happy."

Roger had a blue face and sat behind a small square table on the rostrum like a statue.

He looked at the white cloth strips floating slightly like elegiac couplets, the white smoke curling in front of him, and the dazzling wreaths around him.

He looked at Mu Ran standing solemnly in the audience as if everyone coming to pay their respects.

He listened to the ministers' reports one after another like eulogies.

He finally managed to get through until the end of the meeting.

He spitted a word with his trembling lips:

"After meeting."

Roger was the first to escape from the venue he had carefully prepared.

Since then, he has never been creative in his mind and has held an "Oriental"-style conference with these Westerners.

......

Roger put away his memories.

He kissed Elvira goodbye, sat back to his desk, and continued to write his "second five-year plan."

When the afternoon sun in the early summer casts a heavy shadow on the olive trees in the palace garden, Roger moves to the conference room on the ground floor of the palace.

The conference room is actually the dining room. In the empty room, a huge rectangular table is placed in the center.

The table was covered with white tablecloths with the Altville family emblems.

Decorative flowers were placed.

The gold-inlaid silver plate is filled with dried fruits and desserts.

The silver cups inlaid with gems are filled with sugar-filled mint tea.

Greek backrest chairs carved with exquisite patterns are neatly placed around the long table.

Roger saw that his confidants were already present.

He walked to the main seat at the top of the long table and sat down.

Roger was not conscious at all, and was still chatting and joking, or drinking tea on his own.

The first seat on his right hand was his wife, Elvira, who also took over as Adelaide and served as the Interior Minister of Sicilibu.

On Elvira's right hand, was sitting at the Navy Secretary appointed by Roger, whom he dubbed "The Grand Marshal of the Navy".

However, this "Navy Marshal" now has only seven ships in his hands.

There was only one of the three rows of gallops, and the rest were small Galley warships, with a total of only more than 400 sailors.

This is the result of Dulles' efforts over the past four years.

He had finally pulled up the fleet of two three-row galleys and seven medium-sized Galley warships, but he never came back after being taken away by Adelaide.

Now, whenever this Greek talks about Baldwin of Jerusalem, he will say angrily:

"How could I eat the food I gave me and I didn't even return the plate?"

Roger looked at his left hand again, and the first seat was his former captain of the guards, Danny, the current military minister.

Danny was hit hard in Iberia back then.

On the one hand, it was because of his younger brother Victor;

On the other hand, after Danny's old injury broke out, his body never returned to his original state.

After returning to Sicily, Danny was very decadent. He resigned from his position as captain of the guard on the grounds that he was no longer competent.

But Roger knew that if Danny was let go like this, he would probably give up on himself and be in a slump.

Roger didn't want to lose this loyal subordinate.

So he moved out the "way for generals" he had seen before on the Internet and had not fully understood.

Add a set of ideas about the standing army that he understands himself.

Coupled with his desperate tricks like a salesman.

He finally saved Danny and rekindled Danny's competitive spirit in his bones.

Over the years, Danny, who was appointed as the military minister, cooperated with Roger to pull out a standing army of 1,500 cavalry and 4,000 infantry.

Roger continued to watch. To Danny's left, he was a language genius, translator, playwright and intelligence manager Muttieri.

Roger is actually complaining.

Because this intelligence manager is really a little "not doing his job properly".

This Arab was a member of the Ultraville family since the time of Dad Roger.

Roger knew that although Muttier was an Arab, his loyalty was absolutely fine and his ability was very strong.

It’s just that this person’s emotional intelligence is really... Maybe it would be more appropriate to just let him serve as a translator.

But Roger can't find anyone who can replace Muttier now.

Just like Roger couldn't find someone who could sit on the left of Muthier, the foreign minister.

That position has been empty since Roger came to power.
Chapter completed!