In the spacious and bright conference room, the mist generated by the full combustion of cigarettes rose and gradually obscured everyone's faces.
At the front of the conference room, you can vaguely see the blue, white and red flag of the French Fifth Republic, as well as the particularly unique Swiss square flag with a white cross on a red background.
As a neutral country, the area in Switzerland close to Lake Geneva has been occupied by the international humanitarian rescue team led by America, hoping to help Switzerland overcome the difficulties regarding the mysterious and extraordinary matter of Lake Geneva.
A discerning person will know at a glance that America has bad intentions, otherwise Switzerland and France would not be able to sit down and discuss together.
Click~
The middle-aged man in a suit opened the door of the conference room and turned a blind eye to the smoke lingering in front of him. He seemed to be used to such a scene.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the man.
The man shook his head slightly and said: "Unfortunately, Youye Pure Land rejected our bargaining chip."
"What?!" There was a commotion below, "Our two countries recognized the legitimacy of Youye Pure Land, helped it enter the United Nations, helped it establish its power in the world, and paid huge fees for solving mysterious incidents."
"Do you think we still need to establish the power of Youye Pure Land? Do they need to enter our rules? They don't need our currency. On the contrary, we are curious about everything in Youye Pure Land."
The man suddenly became silent.
"There is really no other way but to blast a gap in the low-lying part of Lake Geneva to divert the water flow elsewhere."
"We also have to block the water source from the Alps that flows into Lake Geneva."
"This is ecological damage"
"How long have we been talking about ecology?"
"Wait a minute!" The man sitting at the head of the Swiss delegation signaled everyone to be silent. He looked at the person who had just pushed the door open and asked, "What is the price offered by Youye Pure Land?"
"Uh" a strange look flashed across the man's face, "Ms. Xiaotiao Yu, the diplomat of Youye Pure Land Palace, said, let us promote a personal biography among all citizens of the two countries."
The man paused and added: "It's a personal biography of Her Royal Highness the Princess from another world, called "Nights of Princess Fischer"."
"Biography?"
Everyone looked at each other. In this day and age, celebrities and politicians all like to write a biography about themselves after becoming famous or retiring. However, biographies at this time are mostly called 'memoirs'.
While establishing a tall image of the biographer in front of the public, he can also rely on his own fame to earn royalties.
"Is this the only request?"
"Yes, this is the one." The man confirmed.
"We must be careful when it comes to mysteries. Who knows if the contents in the book are meant to confuse people."
Everyone's hearts trembled. With Her Royal Highness's ability, she might actually have some conspiracy.
The man spoke again: "I received the first volume of information from Youye Pure Land. I personally read fairy tales that are more like a girl's fantasy."
The man took out the paper from the document bag, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, "Do you want me to read a paragraph and try it?"
"When the lonely princess on her pilgrimage arrived in the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight. Following the scent of the noble blood, the King of Night Crows, Oswald Heffner Vanes, finally came to the lonely princess and swore his eternal allegiance to her. .”
“It does sound like a biography.”
"We can learn about the secrets of the princess from another world. For example, she is a side bloodline of a royal family in another world. This bloodline has lasted for thirteen thousand years."
"It's hard to say whether it's true or not, but if this is really the only requirement. We hope that every volume of "The Princess' Night Tales" in You Ye Pure Land must be reviewed by us before it can be released to the public."
"That's no problem, but." The man said, "You Ye Pure Land wants us to inform every citizen of the content of the book. We also emphasized that when promoting this book, we should not cause resentment among the people."
Everyone frowned. They always felt that something was wrong. It was the fear of the mysterious and extraordinary deep in their hearts, but on the surface, they couldn't see anything wrong.
Will they agree to You Ye Pure Land's unbelievable request? Or will they?
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"Your Highness," Shihua hung up the phone and looked at Fischer, "They agreed. Vehicles from France are on their way and will take you to Lake Geneva."
"Haha~ Mystery and thunder are as fleeting as lightning." Fischer's fingertips were wrapped with electric snakes, and the scarlet pupils flashed with divine light, "Oz~"
"Miss, what are your orders?" The night crow appeared entangled with thunder on the purple and black crow's feathers.
"Tear open the prelude to eternal night for me, the princess, and find a shortcut to the water of Leman."
"I understand, miss, I will look for the singular point of time and space near Lake Geneva in the Pure Land of Night."
Rikka, who was writing homework on the side, glanced here from the corner of her eyes from time to time, and the dull hair on her head was swaying restlessly. If her sister hadn't been here, she would have begged Fischer to take her with her.
"Likkaqing~"
"My evil king's true eye!" Liuhua stood up suddenly and said seriously: "Listen to the call of Her Royal Highness."
Shihua's eyes reflected the hair on the top of her sister's head that was swinging back and forth with excitement, and she sighed secretly in her heart.
"Are you willing to come with me to pierce the illusion of Lemon Water?"
"No excuses!" Rikka bowed and saluted, then glanced at her sister Toka.
Toka waved her hands secretly, and Rikka jumped up and took out the Gothic dress from the closet, and changed her clothes in front of the two of them.
After a while, Shihua called the French Embassy.
"Her Royal Highness has gone to the vicinity of Lake Geneva. We request you to prepare several armed helicopters carrying machine guns and ammunition and go to the following locations on standby."
The spatial and temporal singularity here is a three-story building in France, a few kilometers away from the shore of Lake Leman.
Rikka endured the discomfort of crossing the space and held an umbrella with one hand to balance herself while always maintaining the elegance of the 'Evil King's True Eye'.
Not far away, an armed helicopter landed on a roof, and the personnel inside made gestures to Fisherby.
America, who received the news at the same time, also used various means to immediately observe the sudden appearance of Fischer and the bird Yurikka.
When he saw Rikka's attire, the officer of the Secret Countermeasures Bureau in charge of the Lake Geneva incident twitched his eyes.
France may not know how powerful that little girl is, but as a witness to the New York incident, he is well aware of her terror.
"You Ye Pure Land does have the ability to travel through space, and coupled with their extremely terrifying individual power, once they want to destroy a country's political system," the officials of the Countermeasures Bureau kept wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.
The commander of the support team from another country on the side had question marks on his face.
It’s not hot today either. Are all the people in America that weak?
ps.
"Princess Fischer's Night Stories" Volume 1: Summary of Doomsday Disintegration
When the lonely princess arrived in the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight, the Twilight Royal Family, who resisted fate, chose to deny it in their irresistible despair.
Their denial was so thorough, not only did they deny Fischer’s noble identity and mission as the princess who rules the Pure Land of the Night, but also denied her duty to guard the Pure Land of the Night, and also denied her 13,000-year legacy as a branch of the royal family. Bloodline also negates the nobility and reserve of human beings, and then degenerates into stupid and violent people.
In the palace at dusk, amidst the tearing of beasts, the clean blood of the princess spilled on the ancient coat of arms like pearls.
In times of crisis, black wings as broad as night tore through despair and protected the injured and trapped princess.
Following the scent of the noble blood, the King of Nightcrows, Oswaldo Hefnarvanes, finally came to the lonely princess and swore his eternal allegiance to her.