In those few days, the lovers who reunited after a long absence gave people a glimpse of what it means to get along normally.
In fact, there is a prerequisite here, that is, the matching process and experience of senior people in Sbia, including Cohen and Jack, are not too ordinary, let alone someone like Geert who snatches his wife from the negotiation table... Yes
Some are too passionate, some are too calm, and their coordination level is far inferior to this pair.
Well, although Berni was originally kidnapped, these two are actually very orthodox and normal characters.
Unlike people who only say they are excited but are actually at a loss, Berni seems to have longed for the scene of getting together with Fichet countless times - of course for many people this is another unsolved case - out of the delicate nature of women, she
A lot of things were prepared for this meeting, enough to fill a motorcade.
All the published books in BisContinent over the years; all the catalogs and introductions of crafts, literary and artistic works in BisContinent over the years; and even all the unique wines and delicacies in BisContinent over the years...
When these things were placed in front of him, even Fischette couldn't remain calm. To be honest, he was like a dragon in human form, surrounded by countless treasures - Cohen was very worried about the box falling over.
Will bury him.
"I don't want you to leave anything behind." When asked, Berni explained, "But I only know a few of your preferences...and I haven't prepared any truly unique gifts. They all cost money."
Just the things you can buy..."
The group of people eavesdropping on the side could say all the good things and do all the bad things, and they seemed to never be moved by anything. After listening to Berni's words, they were stunned for a long time, and then they all became silent one by one.
He ran away... No one knew what Fichet was feeling in his heart. Others could only notice that his eyes trembled for a moment, and then he was covered up without leaving any trace.
Others didn't know it, but Cohen knew that when his abilities reached their level, shaking his eyes was already a very violent expression of emotion. He couldn't help but be curious, and then it dawned on him, because no one had ever treated Fichet in such a peaceful and sincere way before...
...This guy seems unattainable, but he is actually very sensitive inside.
In this way, Fichet became a real good boy. Under the arrangement and auspices of Berni, he began to pursue the good times that he had accidentally missed.
To put it simply, you are drinking the fine wines of the past few years while enjoying the poetry and dance of the past few years. When Cohen came to Fichet with a dark idea, he was tasting the third year’s wine and the third year’s wine.
Two years of long poems, of course, all started from the day he was sealed into the magic crystal pillar.
“The early stage is rich, full and strong, the middle stage is mellow and soft, and the fresh fruity flavor emerges in the later stage.” When Cohen walked to the table, he happened to hear Fischette commenting on the wine in his hand, “With wines under five years old,
Judging from the age, this is a rare bottle of good wine, but it takes a little longer to sober up and let the flavor spread. It would be better if it could be restrained a little longer."
"Yo yo yo... I'm still wondering why there are so few tribute wines from the Liva royal family. It turns out that someone has intercepted them." Cohen sat down unceremoniously, picked up the wine glass, poured it for himself, and presented it to the two enjoying themselves.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "It's already great if you can drink. Why do you have to analyze it so clearly? Aren't you tired?"
"It's not tiring." Fichet replied with a smile as he swung his wine glass. "To put it simply, it's a trick. If you connect a beautiful thing with enjoyment and hobbies, you can get twice the pleasure."
"Add the freshness of falling in love, and you can get four times the pleasure, right?" Cohen looked at Fischette sideways, "Speaking of which, when we drank together, it was not one thousand but eight hundred. How come you never said anything like that?
Long-winded words?”
"Didn't I say that?" Fichet asked with a little surprise, "Did I really not say that?"
"Excuse me, your tricks are too shallow!" Cohen replied angrily, "Okay, okay, I know the tricks behind you...Bernie, do you think this pretty boy is really him?
Why do I think he is so sinister?"
"I think Fichet is normal." Berni wiped the mouth of the wine bottle with a towel and refilled the glasses for the two of them. "Are you too thoughtful?"
"Cross the river! Demolish the bridge!" Cohen commented word for word on Berni, "Be careful I seal him back again!"
"Come over now." Berni showed no sign of weakness, "I can show you a woman's network of connections. Even ten Seven-Colored Heart Brotherhoods can't match it!"
"Then you should get ready now." Cohen laughed evilly, "I'm going to kidnap your Fichetqiao family..."
"First of all, let me explain, you can't run too far, and you can't run for too long." Berni glanced at Cohen, and then looked at Fichet softly, "We are going to have dinner together tonight, and the main course is the long tail veal steak from the Misty Wetland.
."
"I'm looking forward to your cooking skills." Fichet nodded, stood up and sent Berni away.
When he turned back, he saw Cohen's slightly exaggerated expression. The man shook his head and said in an angry tone: "Isn't it a bit too much? Isn't it too insensitive? You are surrendering with both hands!"
"According to you, a man always has to have something to lose. He has already done so. What's the difference between one hand and two hands?" Fischette sat down, glanced at Cohen, and blocked what he was about to say. "
Don't tell me there is such a trick as pretending to surrender."
"This is the residual aristocratic power in your body at work." Cohen shook his head. "Think about it, in addition to the traditional friendship between Sbia and Riva, plus the fact that Her Majesty Berni has been worried about you for several years, but
This is not the reason for your fall."
"Where did you think of it?" Fichet took a sip of red wine and replied seriously, "Not everyone wants to have a famous partner. Being outstanding is a good thing, but without getting along, how can you know the quality of two people?
Are the personalities compatible?"
"It seems that you have found that you are in tune with her." Cohen was very satisfied with this answer. "You just have to think about this kind of thing clearly."
"Who do you think I am?" Fichet was stunned for a moment, and then asked angrily and funny, "Jack or Marfa?"
"Ah! If you don't tell me, I haven't discovered it yet! I'm used to worrying about these guys, and I can't tell you directly every time!" Cohen also woke up and patted his head in infinite pain, "It's okay now, you can
Help me share some of the burden..."
With Fechet's head, of course he knew that Cohen would not take the wrong aim, so he calmly asked: "Have you encountered any trouble?"
"The matter is not big, but it is enough to make people upset." Cohen went through the recent behavior of the group of nobles, and finally added, "Most of them are traditional nobles. You should be able to solve it easily."
"I understand." Fichet listened quietly, then nodded and asked, "Are you sure you want to resolve this matter now?"
"How long will it take for this kind of thing to be resolved?" Cohen smiled unexpectedly, and then understood Fischette's difficulty, "Actually, you don't have to come forward in person, you just need to come up with a clause to bind them..."
"You really think too much, and you want to go another way. I am not involved in this matter." Fichet shook his head, "I mean, you must use your energy on the eve of attacking the false god.
Solve this matter?"
"...My idea is to solve it as soon as possible, because it will take time to defeat the false gods, but no one knows how long it will take. Let them out, and maybe something will happen for you." Cohen said his thoughts
Come out, "Is something wrong?"
"It's related to other aspects." Fischette said bluntly, "Cohen, you are a bit negligent."
If there's anyone in the world who can point out Cohen's mistakes without worrying about his backlash, it's Fischette.
After hearing what he said, Cohen just nodded and began to complain: "Of course I made some mistakes, otherwise why would I need you? Do you think it's easy for me to carry this mess alone?"
"You're thinking too much again!" Faced with a genius like Cohen, even Fischette couldn't maintain absolute calm. "Can you pay attention to what I'm saying?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, this is the virtue of being an emperor for a long time..." Although he said apologetic words, Cohen's excuses were still sufficient, and there was no apologetic expression on his face. Ordinary people, at least
Just show some guilt, how can you be so proud and confident?
"Traditional nobles, new nobles, and the thirty-six tribes. They originally belonged to the privileged class of Sbia. It is normal to do something extraordinary." Fichet decided not to talk to this top class, otherwise he would never think about it today.
Do business, "Every empire will tolerate the privileged class at any time. This is a common practice. Just like when Helter stole the negotiating opponent, because he belongs to the privileged class, Sibia will stand up for him. Although there are two things
The things are different, but the nature is the same."
"But why, in the past, you could tolerate the privileged people, but now you feel the need to control them? What behaviors do they have that violate your bottom line? The key to the matter is actually here." Fischette said, "You know, compared with before,
Compared with the privileged class, this group of people are now recognized by you, and their intimate relationship with you is special and cannot be replicated."
"Listening to what you said, there are indeed differences." Cohen thought for a while but couldn't get an answer, so he naturally became lazy. "Maybe it's because the sense of justice in my heart is surging!"
"That's nonsense. Where do you get your sense of justice?" Fichet didn't even think about it and hit him with a stick, "You always have only small calculations in your heart!"
"Admit it, you are actually jealous of my justice!" Someone changed the subject, "However, I still want you to listen carefully. With your narrow vision as narrow as a grain of rice, why should I control them now?
"
"Because of changes. Looking into it, it has nothing to do with them or us, but because the conditions have changed." Of course, Fischette knew that this was a very unusual admission by someone, so he gave the answer, "In the past, we tolerated the privileged class.
, What price does Sibia have to pay? Usually it’s just a noise and a fight at most, and Sibia can even pass the losses on to others.”
"Then now..." Cohen nodded slowly, "All losses must be borne by oneself."
"Yes, but this is just the superficial reason why you can't tolerate them. What is the real root cause?" Fichet said, "They just drink tea, admire the moon, and let the defeated monarch serve. They are very traditional and even bully men.
Nothing about being a domineering girl came up."
"Ability!" After Fichet's reminder, Cohen found the key that he had ignored. "Ability is different. Even the most ordinary behavior will cause consequences that are unacceptable to Sibia..."
"If I hadn't seen you walking step by step with my own eyes, I would have really doubted how a guy like you, who only knows a lot of things but doesn't know why, could turn around..." Fichet sighed, "
Fortunately, the false gods don’t understand this, otherwise, I don’t know how they would cry and fight.”
"Hey! You are the one who left this mess!" Someone retorted very unhappily, "I have reached this point, shouldn't you face me with a grateful heart? Picky and picky, etc.
The most abominable!”
"I have already asked you with a grateful heart if you want to solve it now." Fichet replied calmly, "And the above sentences are just my feelings... Do you understand this thing of emotion?"
"Young faces are not good things! Seeing that you have just woken up, I will spare you this time!" Cohen snorted twice, "Go on!"
"As I just said, the real key is that we have made a qualitative leap in capabilities. Now these privileged classes are almost equal to the previous superiors. Their every move is completely different from before due to their improved capabilities. You vaguely understand
I feel something is wrong, so I have to restrict them..." Fichet said sternly, "It's actually simple. Think back to your childhood, could you imagine thousands of senior clansmen appearing at the same time? What a terrifying scene it was.
!”
"Imagine how thousands of superiors will appear at the same time. How much pressure will be superimposed and how much harm will it cause to mortals?" As soon as Fichet finished speaking, Cohen drew inferences: "What's even more frightening is that they themselves are not conscious.
That’s a problem…”
Fichet said nothing more, just looked at Cohen quietly.
"Banana, you watermelon, you really shouldn't be asking about this kind of thing now!" Cohen's eyes changed again and again, "Why didn't you remind me? If I hadn't taken the initiative to talk about it..."
"There are no major problems at the moment, and from another perspective, at a time when the general situation is uncertain, having such a group of people flying around can be regarded as a shock!" Fichet said softly, "But you must first
What I consider is to defeat the false gods, and then I can decide the affairs of this group of people, and in the end it is my own affairs."
"It's so confusing..." Cohen drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, "It's so confusing!"
Fichet said: "I don't agree with what you said."
"Why?" Cohen gave him a strange look, "This is emotion. Do you understand emotion?"
"Remember that they wanted to give me an empire?" Fichet said with a smile. "In the eyes of Moya and Carlos, this is a very prudent and formal decision. Even if I don't want to take care of it myself, give it to me.
It’s also a good thing to be interested in people.”
"Yes, but you don't want to."
"That's because a key thing has not yet been determined, that is...how do you decide the direction of the world!" Fischette looked at Cohen, "Before this, everything everyone did was in vain, because it was upside down.
Already."
"Where is the world going? Why do I decide?" Cohen was stunned again, "I am only responsible for overthrowing the false gods..."
"Really?" Fichet's smile was still slight and shallow, but at this time it seemed to have a secretive meaning, "Classmate Cohen, we still have a long way to go..."
"I hate your insightful gaze, and my patience is still as bad as ever." Cohen met Fichet's gaze and suddenly spoke in an unserious tone, "Speaking of which, I'm also curious. Before you
When you watch us doing things in an ethereal soul-like state, will you think of anything?"
"I did think of something." Fichet replied in a less serious tone, "So, I did something."
"You are so perverted that you can still do things in such a state... Could it be that you have opened up the joints of Marshmallow so that you can help us when we are at the end of our rope?"
"I'm sorry, I have to disappoint you." Fichet said, "I just wanted to let your Excellency know that the direction of the world you decided is truly suitable for human beings. So..."
"so……"
"So your Excellency decided not to interfere with your decision on the Bis continent."
"It's over!" Cohen yelled sadly, "I was sold again!"
"Actually, the price is very fair, so don't complain." Fischette patted Cohen on the shoulder, "It's the most abominable thing to be picky and picky!" (To be continued)