"You win! I am convinced! Maisang, you are extraordinary! Cherish this opportunity!" Nathan put away the orange protective barrier, cupped his fists towards the fat man and said.
After saying that, he bowed deeply to the master.
"Oh! What are we talking about about winning or losing? We are not competing. We are just shaking hands, right? However, your hand is strong enough, and my finger bones are 80% broken. If that is the case, we are not finished!" The fat man was furious!
I yelled, waving my hands desperately, it really hurts.
He said this, but in his heart he had a good impression of the electrical injection master.
After all, this person acts fairly and above board!
Nathan glanced at the fat man deeply, nodded, and then saluted everyone who was still in surprise: "I made everyone laugh! I'm very sorry! I have to go back to think about some issues and take my leave first."
After saying that, without waiting for Stephen to respond, Nathan turned around and left the hall.
Everyone in the hall burst out in amazement and discussion, and most people didn't understand what just happened.
They all knew that Nathan was competing with the fat man, and they also saw Nathan suddenly release the protective barrier and duck away. For the fat man who was not an injection master, Nathan's move was undoubtedly an admission of defeat.
But how did the fat man do it?
Who knows? Fatty himself hasn’t figured it out yet!
The master looked at Nathan's back thoughtfully, with a hint of admiration in his eyes!
Although he could not understand what had just happened, he already had a bold guess, which made him very excited.
Could it be that this guy I picked up is really a treasure?!
"Fat man! The way to be a master is to stimulate your own potential. You must not have a desire to win! Nathan has an upright heart and will become a great weapon. You should learn more from him on this!" the master said with a glowing face.
"Understood! Thanks for the advice, teacher!" the fat man replied respectfully, but in his heart he despised the master's unabashed pride.
Stephen's face was gloomy.
Seeing the pair of masters and apprentices singing and singing together, earning enough attention, he felt very uncomfortable.
"I don't know what happened to Nathan. How could he be forced to release the protective barrier? This kid has never encountered any setbacks. If he fails to become a disciple this time, don't let him fall into another psychological shadow. Otherwise, how can he show his respect to that one person?
Where is Genji’s father’s explanation?!” Stephen thought to himself.
"Oh! By the way! Teacher! I'm from the countryside and don't know much about etiquette and rules! Did you bring me here today just to report to the great elder about recruiting disciples?" the fat man said suddenly.
Nathan is gone, but the "chief elder brother" who caused this turmoil is still there. How can the fat man, who always insists on revenge, easily give up this opportunity to continue "provoking"?
Stephen's heart skipped a beat, and he was secretly angry, "This fat man is going even further. Is he going to finish it? What is his intention in insisting on the topic of 'Great Elder'?"
He was about to scold, but he heard the fat man continue to say: "There's more! Just now, the elder brother introduced the leaders of various countries and started to chat. I don't know who can do it next.
Please introduce Su Lier to all the officers present here? Should the Chief Assistant do it yourself? Or should I trouble you, Chief Elder, to do it all together?"
These words are very vicious!
It is clear that the accusation of dove occupying magpie's nest is true.
However, this is indeed the case.
As soon as Stephen entered the hall just now, he felt as if he had returned to his own home, chatting with the master as if no one else was around. Moreover, the content of what he said were all topics that had nothing to do with Su Lier.
Where does his behavior put Su Lier and the ministers?
However, for Stephen and others, this is a normal thing.
Compared to the powerful McCann, Suriel can only be regarded as a small country, with its strength spread far and wide.
Stephen coming here as Secretary of State McCann is absolutely "condescending". What's wrong with being the leader in public? Who dares to say it's wrong?
McCann has been a dominant force for decades, and its officials have long been accustomed to the atmosphere of being bossy and respected wherever they go. How can they be in the mood to care about the face of these small countries?
Besides, if the country is so powerful, why should it care about the so-called international etiquette and conventions?
Aren't those so-called rules and regulations supposed to be written by the strong and for the weak to follow?
In the minds of most McCanns, this is a matter of course.
But these things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
Now, Ke Ke did something unspeakable, but was singled out by the fat man in public.
For a moment, the atmosphere was awkward and everyone had different reactions.
The McCann envoys headed by Stephen and the representatives of the Telji Federation all stared at the fat man with displeasure on their faces after hearing this.
The female team leader from the Republic of Yezlir still looked calm, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
The representatives of the Yakudanken mission who were in the back had a look of gloating on their faces, and the bearded Bosed, who was the leader, was looking at Stephen in front, with a sneer on his lips.
Suriel's ministers were divided into two groups. One half was led by Ganmil. Most of them were dressed as civil servants and kept smiles on their faces, as if they were not aware of the meaning of the fat man's words.
The others, represented by Templeton, were generals who led troops to fight.
There was shame and anger on their faces, and they had obviously been hurt. Especially Temple, who looked at the fat man with a hint of gratitude and expectation in his eyes.
The fat man with a naive expression had a clear view of everyone's performance, and the calculation in his heart began to crackle.
The master's eyes flickered and he did not answer the fat man's question.
There are so many people who are anxious for answers!
Although he had not been in contact with his cheap apprentice for a long time, he had already fully felt the fat man's intricate thoughts.
There is also this virtue of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded. It is really not something you can learn just by trying to learn it.
"Sure enough, there are nine kinds of dragons, all different. I don't know whether this fat man's personality follows his father or his mother?!" The master thought, with a soft curve on his lips.
"Haha! This master's disciple has great skills and extraordinary knowledge. I was immersed in the envy of the master for having a disciple, but I forgot about the proper etiquette!" Gammil spoke at the right time and cleverly alleviated the embarrassment.
atmosphere of.
He continued: "How dare I bother the Minister of State? I'd better introduce the officials of Su Lier myself!"
Seeing that Gammiel helped Stephen and others out of trouble with just a few words, the fat man sincerely praised "Old Fox" secretly, feeling that he had benefited a lot.
The many experiences he had in this day were richer than the total of his twenty-odd years of life.
For Fatty, who has always been smart and eager to learn, this is indeed a rare learning opportunity.
After Gammiel finished his introduction and was about to get down to business, he heard the soldiers on duty loudly said: "Russian Federation Minister of Foreign Affairs Serov and his entourage request an audience!"
Fatty, who had paid attention to the news about the Ruhr Federation before, heard this announcement and felt happy in his heart. He thought to himself: "Hey! Now the countries around Suriel are here! I wonder what this big country that once was as powerful as McCann will do again?"
What a majestic look. I don’t know how Silaire and his daughter would feel when they saw the people from their homeland!”
The fat man thought about it, then looked towards Silaire, and happened to see Stephen and Gammel exchanging suspicious glances.
‘Ouch! Things are a bit complicated!’ The fat man’s intuition told him that there must be something to this, but he couldn’t figure it out for the moment.
Suddenly, the roar of energy collision came from outside the hall, accompanied by the sound of yelling and fighting with weapons, creating a chaotic mess.
"Who is acting arrogant here?!" Dempula roared, white light danced, and the two dodgemen had left the hall. He was the major general responsible for the security of the palace, how could he tolerate anyone daring to take action here?
Gammill, Stephen and others also hurriedly followed out.
The fat man who loved to watch the excitement was already showing signs of trembling. He pulled Xi Laer and Zhuzhu to the master's side, eager to give it a try.
"Follow me closely and don't be impulsive!" The master said a few words before leading the three of them out of the palace.
Just now, the fat man and his party entered the main hall from the side hall, so this was the first time they saw the square outside the main hall.
The place is very spacious and can accommodate four to five hundred people without feeling crowded.
The square is entirely built with blue bricks. There is a huge fountain in the middle, the surrounding walls are about five meters high, and there is a watchtower on each of the four corners.
The overall layout looks simple, bright and atmospheric.
At this time, many people had gathered in the square.
Temple's guards were divided into two groups. One group protected Gammill, Stephen and others in front of the palace, while the other group cooperated with the sergeant who had just rushed into the field to surround a group of people fighting in the center.
Temple held his spear and stood majestically at the front, glaring angrily at the group of people who had stopped.
The two groups involved in the attack were still confronting each other.
There were only five people in the group that suffered a loss, and all of them were empty-handed.
Two of them were already lying on the ground, with red blood oozing out from under their bodies. They were obviously seriously injured.
There are three people standing, two in front and one behind.
Behind him was an old man in his sixties. He was not tall, but quite strong. Although his face was pale, his light blue eyes were radiant and sharp.
The two people in front were both burly men with beards. They looked exactly the same, and they were actually twin brothers. At this time, they both looked sad and angry.
Opposite them, a group of people stood thickly.
The two men and two women in the front covered their mouths and noses with black silk, and the weapons in their hands were double hooks, short halberds, chains, and hammers.
Behind these four people, there were more than fifty people, all holding long knives in their hands and looking fierce. They were all dressed in short shorts in green clothes, with the phoenix-crested goshawk logo embroidered on the right chest of their coats.
Among this group of people, there were two people standing there.
One is a man in his thirties, dressed in colorful clothes. He is tall and has a stern face, with long black hair hanging casually on his shoulders. His sharp eyes, tight lips, and eagle-like nose bridge show that he
Tough and aggressive character.
The other person, wrapped in a gray burqa, exuded a gloomy and dull atmosphere.
Although he couldn't see his facial features, the fat man recognized this guy at a glance. He was his enemy, "Dead Man Ash" Wilson.
However, Fatty is no longer what he used to be. With the master as his backing, as long as there is no sneak attack, he no longer has to worry about Wilson.
On the contrary, he was a little secretly happy. Since this guy came to his door, he must find a way for the master to eliminate this disaster.
The fat man thought of this and hurriedly winked at the master and then winked.
Helplessly, the master turned a blind eye to Fatty's performance and blindly focused on the scene.
The fat man turned his eyes to Silaire again, and sure enough, the beauty's eyes were shining with hatred.
"Keep calm! We have to find a way to get rid of him this time!" The fat man whispered in the beauty's ear, and raised his chin in the direction of the master.
He was afraid that this aunt wouldn't notice and would fly out to fight with others.
"Well! I listen to you! Thank you!" Siler whispered. She suppressed her ups and downs of emotions and looked at the fat man with her beautiful eyes, her expression was indescribably moving.
"General Temple! Are you planning to rebel by letting these soldiers point their weapons at me?" the man in colorful clothes yelled. His tone was cold and emotionless.
Templeton sneered, gave a slight salute to the other party, and replied in the same tone: "His Royal Highness Prince Scott, you are serious! This is the Suriel Palace, and no one is allowed to fight and cause trouble here. Although you
I haven’t set foot here for five years, but I must not have forgotten these rules! Now you are leading your men, holding a sharp knife, and fighting here. Is it true that you have become rebellious as the rumors say? "
At this moment, the fat man suddenly realized that this gorgeously dressed and awesome guy was the brother of Queen Capricorn Eyes, the leader of Suriel's opposition, Scotton!
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Envoy? Why are so many people here?" As soon as a question was understood, a series of questions appeared. The fat man had many questions and could only watch the progress of the situation patiently.
"Hmph! Rebellious! Who is the rebel?!" After hearing Templeton's questioning, Scotton said to himself, his expression turned a little lonely.
"Your Excellency Gammel! I need an explanation from you! As envoys of the Ruhr Federation, we came all the way for the peace of Suriel. But as soon as we entered the border of your country, we were attacked by Prince Scotton.
They bullied the few and pursued them relentlessly. Along the way, more than 300 of our Ruhr warriors died unfortunately. We went through all kinds of hardships to get here, but who could have imagined that Sigton and his gang were so crazy that they chased them into the palace?
You're going to kill me." The pale old man suddenly interrupted and said loudly.
The more he talked, the more excited he became, his face became abnormally flushed, and his body swayed and was about to collapse.
Seeing this scene, the two big men quickly stepped back and supported the old man.
Gammil seemed to have recognized the speaker at this moment. He stepped out from the crowd and asked slowly: "Are you Serov, the Ruhr Minister of Foreign Affairs?
Serov pushed away the two big men, stubbornly relied on his remaining strength to stand firm, and shouted angrily: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me? Mr. Ganmil, as you said just now, I need an explanation from you, and I need Su Li.
Please give us an explanation!"
Ganmil frowned and said with a complicated expression: "Your Excellency Serov, please forgive me for being rude! I haven't seen you for many years, so I didn't recognize you just now. I hope to atone for my sin!" After saying that, he saluted Serov.
To express apology.
He then straightened his face and said solemnly: "From what you said, it seems that you had a conflict with Prince Scotton. But I would like to ask, why did you suddenly visit our country? Why didn't you say hello in advance?"
Hearing this, Xie Luofu was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood.
He was ambushed at the beginning of his trip. He suffered many casualties along the way, and he also suffered serious internal injuries. He only managed to hold on and did not fall down.
At this moment, he was on the verge of running out of fuel.
Fortunately, this spurt of blood slightly relieved the injuries that had been pent up for many days.
Serov has an extremely tough character.
He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes shot out with terrifying light, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here? Without saying hello? Haha! It's really funny! If your queen hadn't invited us, we would have helped mediate Su's settlement.
The civil strife in Li'er is about to happen, will we still come uninvited?!"
"Huh?!" Ganmil frowned even more tightly. He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Serov, please don't get angry. I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding during this period! As far as I know, I, Queen Suriel, have not
Invite your country to participate in this matter! Do you have proof for this?"
"Certificate?" Serov was stunned for a moment when he was asked, speechless, but a huge wave surged in his heart.
He originally had an autographed letter from Queen Capricorn Eyes, but it was lost long ago while being hunted down.
He suddenly smelled a conspiracy.
Hearing this conversation, Scotton, who had been silent all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly, and unexpectedly glanced coldly at Wilson next to him.
Wilson's entire head and face were covered in a gray robe, and no expression could be seen.
Scotton immediately opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, he laughed a few times, and said to Serov: "That's fine! You have no credentials, so you are just trespassing on our border! Who knows what your intentions are? I am stationed in Suzhou
In the Li'er East Territory, it is naturally our duty to defend our territory. It is our duty to capture you. Do you think you can find shelter and avoid punishment by escaping here?"
"General Temple! Why don't you take action to capture these people? Could it be that without your queen's order, you don't know how to be a qualified soldier?" Scotton suddenly turned to Temple.
He said, his tone full of disdain.
"Brother! Are you talking about me? Your sister is here!" A clear, yet somewhat erratic voice suddenly resounded throughout the square.
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Scott: Sister, are you here? Where are you? Did you bring your ticket?