Volume 3: The Big 57 of the Overlord

657 beat the stick five

At noon, Slaya Cooke Entina, who came from the Western Colossus Sartre, received a receipt from the Falcon Dynasty Foreign Ministry. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will send a young, promising, handsome, handsome and experienced young diplomat to be responsible for the important talks between the two countries in the evening.

"Young and promising, rich and handsome..." Princess Sartre, who had a little bit of a loss on her face, had a pretty face suddenly full of dark lines. Is this diplomatic rhetoric? Or a marriage advertisement? There is nothing I can do about it. I heard that His Majesty the King was going to negotiate in person, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could only write everything.

"What, I thought it was the Wikia Falcon who was personally receiving it, but who knew that only a strange guy was sent to tell the people outside that I don't want to see this guy."

She was impatient and handed the receipt to the woman in red next to her. She didn't even see the name of the diplomat clearly, and she wouldn't pay attention to the corner of the diplomatic receipt with extremely cautious words. There was also a white thorn flower as big as a thumb. This was a special stamp for the newly established Falcon Dynasty royal family. How could it be used by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs under the Ministry of Affairs?

"Your Highness Princess, I really don't know what those guys in charge of Heng Expansion think about why they must find this small country with a population of only tens of millions."

The woman in red next to her also threw the receipt into the garbage can with disdain. She said with some dissatisfaction, "In the continent of Obar, even those great monarchs who ruled tens of millions of people did not dare to use a diplomat to send the messengers of the Visigothis, who later belonged to the Visigothis,

This proverb has been circulating in the continent of Obaro for more than a thousand years and is destined to continue to be passed on. Compared to this small country, the Nord Kingdom next to us seems to be more suitable for us, but unfortunately the family sent Princess Kudini. If the fact that someone is despised this time is passed on, I am afraid we will all be the targets of ridicule."

"Well, I heard that this falcon is a great monarch who ruled several countries. The family also took this into consideration and raised the specifications one level." The young princess said in a somewhat subtle tone, "And it is said that he is very young, as if he is less than 25 years old."

"A 25-year-old great monarch? A guy who even has less than 10 million people, is also called the great monarch?" The woman in red smiled a little dismissively, with contempt on her lips.

"A guy like this is probably a coward who inherits his ancestral property. In the continent of Obaro, he is just a local duke. I'm afraid that there is more than just this kind of strength.

I really don’t know what it is for us, the Sartres in the West, just send someone to contact us. In the face of generous rewards, I don’t believe that no one will be moved.”

"This is not what you should ask. As long as you know how to protect me, you can tell those ordinary guards that whoever dares to spread this shameful thing will kill me immediately."

Kuke Entina bit her mouth 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 the under construction Twalin, with carriages along the way struggling on muddy roads, including a carriage from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

“This weather…”

The fat man poked half of his head out of the carriage and looked at the road ahead. A long black line extends to the distant mountain road. The road is full of rain. The turbid water flows rolling in small pieces. Carriages of all sizes are blocked on the road leading to the construction area.

"Baby, I know you can do it. This kind of small mud is just a piece of cake for you."

The loud shouts of the coachman Chiyoslk, the sound of whipping the horses leaping their hooves, and the sound of heavy rain dripping on the roof of the carriage, like a huge symphony orchestra knocking.

"How far is this place from the Tiariac Manor, where the Visigo Sartres are housed?" the fat man asked loudly. In the noisy sounds around, if he didn't shout out loud, the coachman sitting in front might not hear anything.

"This adult, there are about 10 minutes left, and the Tyaliak Manor is right in front of the mountain." Chiyoslk, wearing a rain hat, pointed at the distance with a ugly face and responded loudly to him.

"Does the roads often block here?" The fat man looked ahead and continued to ask

"Yes, but it depends on the situation." The coachman Chiyoslk responded. He was only hired by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs from the locals. He did not know the identity of the adult in front of him, nor did he know his own words, and he would probably cause many big shots to be scolded.

He said in his own mind, "This exit is a passage connecting the Rimil area. It is usually like this. It is better on sunny days. As long as it is not too rugged, these modified transport carriages can still find ways to pass through it. However, in the case of heavy rain like this, all the orders are like cut soybean bags, pouring all the soybeans down in one go."

"Cut soybean bag..."

Fatty thinks this word can express his current annoyance, and his head is full of soybeans. I didn't expect that I could still encounter traffic jams in this world, your sister's

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

"It must be those guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are lazy. What's going on? It's almost a month since they can't even repair the road. It seems that they need to be motivated."

The fat man muttered to himself, thinking about how to fix the guys from the Ministry of the Interior

In fact, he misunderstood. It would be an impossible task to repair a road that was extremely busy, day and night.

The flattened road during the day will be crushed at night. The gravel that has just been laid will be squeezed and deformed by carriage wheels loaded with carriages in a few days. This makes the situation in Twalin very bad. The construction plan was personally approved and implemented by His Majesty the King. The routine matter of road construction seems a bit irrelevant. Even if the Ministry of Internal Affairs has put in enough strength, he can only choose to repair some important military roads.

Suddenly, a quarrel came from the front, and the fat man suddenly found that in the distance, there were more than a dozen people standing near the mountain wall, besides the carriage.

The heavy rain made these people who were hiding from the inside of the road look very embarrassed. Both men and women were both. One of them was trying hard to pull something from the carriage. Of course, if it was just an ordinary person, it would be fine. No one would care about such things, it was just because the rain wet the goods or clothes.

But one of the petite shadows was familiar. After carefully identifying them with enough eyes, the fat man recognized that it was the first time he disguised himself in Turga, and used it to cover his identity.

"Okay, I'll send me here, you can go back."

The fat man put on a leather cloak to shelter from the carriage, waved his hand to the coachman Chiyoslk, and then jumped from the carriage to the muddy road below.

Regardless of the dissuasion of the two accompanying guards, he walked in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The leather cloak on his body had excellent waterproof effect. White raindrops gently hit the surface, and crystal clear water splashed everywhere.

"Sir" two guards riding on horses quickly came down from the horse.

As the distance approached, the fat man finally saw the situation ahead. A carriage full of cargo was obviously leaning against the rock wall. The carriage on the surface was tilted and tilted out an inclined ladder, which could collapse at any time, but this was not the main thing. A man was obviously lying on the side of the carriage, wearing a strange-style dress, red blood flowed down the rain, forming a red blood sieve below the carriage.

The fat man squeezed in from the crowd watching. Because there were a lot of people, the father and daughter did not see him. In the older father, he was looking at the broken pottery fragments in front of him with a sad face, and the little madman who had always been like a lark was completely stupid.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's going on here?"

The fat man asked a fat businessman standing next to him watching the fun, because he was the only person who looked a little regretful, and most of the others pointed and looked gloating, as if he was watching a farce.

"Hey, it's dead. I don't know what's going on. Someone just fell off the surface and just hit this carriage." The fat businessman in a waterproof cloak replied, "These people are really unlucky. They were smashed here. The transport of this surface is full of high-end pottery used by the nobles. If they were transported to the construction area in front, they would definitely make a lot of profits. Now, if you have an affair outside the city, not only will the goods be completely destroyed, but you will also have to bear the lawsuit because of the dead."

"Do you know where the dough is?"

The fat man looked up and saw that at the height of this mountain road, you could see a magnificent villa, a circling mountain road leading directly there, and the window of the villa seemed to be facing this road. If someone fell down, the biggest possibility was there.

"It was the Tiariak Manor of the Tiares family before." The fat businessman replied casually, "I heard that it has been bought by the Wikis for office use now. I don't know what the person who fell to death is. It should probably be related to the person who fell to the scene."

At this moment, a strong and burly man came over from the front of the convoy, and while walking, he said in a bad tone, "Touch Movenlis, these goods are transported to the masters in the city, and they are all destroyed in your hands. How do you ask me to explain to you in person?"
Chapter completed!