"What's wrong?" In the study, Thales put down the quill that was copying contemporary common letters, waved his hand impatiently, and looked at Gilbert, who had been staring at him for an hour.
"With all due respect, Mr. Thales," Gilbert smiled softly, "If you don't become a wealthy businessman, you might be a natural diplomat."
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told him. I just told him that the little girl and I played hide and seek in the room for half an hour - Thales thought depressingly and crossed out the crooked "s" in his pen.
Thales was very unhappy. After the negotiation with Serena, Thales thought of the flexible and changeable face of the Grand Duchess between coldness and enthusiasm, and felt something was wrong.
So, just now, Thales asked Gilbert to analyze the situation for him.
To put it simply - Thales was tricked.
It seems that Serena has given in on the issue of blood, but this is the Mindis Hall. Neither Gilbert, Yodel, Jinnie, nor even that unreliable father, His Majesty, will just watch him for a day.
Half a pint of blood was drained, which means:
One-eighth of a pint per month is simply the amount the other party expected!
Therefore, Serena exchanged Thales for an ambiguous promise without any concession at all!
Help her regain the throne?
Thales discovered to his chagrin that he was the loser in this negotiation.
"Businessman, diplomat - why do I feel that you are secretly laughing at me?" Thales lowered his head, opened another page of the "Collection of Poems of Cahir Yeluo" given to him by Gilbert, and copied the words above.
Sentences, identify words and usage.
The night is about to dawn, the sky is still dark, and the holy sun shines in the nine places.
The land is about to collapse, the sea is overturned, and evil spirits are gathering to darken the sky.
After copying this antiphonal poem with an Eastern Suye style, Thales pouted and tried to understand the meaning.
Originally, Gilbert was especially worried about his shallow cultural foundation, and specially formulated a huge and massive language supplement plan - you know, the average street gangster has nothing else except his name and the numbers on the coins.
I don’t even know the words, which is totally normal.
But after traveling through time, Thales had been paying attention to the words around him, coupled with his smooth language, and his brain that seemed to have expanded the memory stick at some point, it only took him more than an hour to master it.
After recognizing and writing basic letters, Thales can easily enter the stage of spelling words one by one and copying long sentences.
The speed was so fast that even Gilbert lamented it, which could only be attributed once again to the excellent bloodline of the Bright Star royal family.
In response to this, Thales rolled his eyes.
"No, your response is very good." Gilbert walked to him and watched him copy down the complete ancient poem. "I asked someone to check the information and information about the Kingdom of Night.
Compared to her sister who is skilled in skills, Selina Corleone is not well-known, but she is indeed the bloodline of King Nightwing. She appeared before the Third Continental War and is probably over four hundred years old."
"Although you are living under someone else's roof, she sent Isteron to take the initiative to force you to choose between the loyalty of your subordinates and the power of your alliance, to shake your popularity, and to remind you of the fact that you have not yet become the heir.
, to undermine your self-confidence and confidence. Both of these things show the cunningness of a long-standing female Grand Duke of the Blood Clan - or the shrewdness of the extreme realm steward."
"Fortunately, you didn't let her succeed in this. Instead, you forced her to resort to cheating to gain chips."
She was indeed an old witch. Thales spat in his heart and continued to copy.
The gods have died, the rivers of hell are raging, the earth has gone through vicissitudes, blood has spread, armies have spread, and snow-capped mountains have collapsed.
The hero raises the flag, the king raises the gun, the empire has fallen, the sky and the earth are dark, the living beings are in panic, and they are lonely.
What are you writing about? - Thales frowned, read this descriptive sentence, and replied absently: "Then you just watch me being bullied by them?"
Gilbert didn't say anything, just looked at Thales quietly.
etc.
Thales' hand holding the pen suddenly paused, as if he thought of something.
His ultra-high-power brain began to automatically and spontaneously collect every factor and combine them into segments.
own identity.
Serena's identity.
The promise to regain the throne.
mutual covenant.
Indifferent Gilbert.
And Serena’s words: I have to work hard to help Ri become the heir and ascend to the throne!
"Gilbert," Thales frowned, opened his mouth, and looked at the former foreign minister in disbelief: "Is it you?"
The former Foreign Secretary grinned slightly and his mustache curved in an elegant arc.
"By the way, I still remember," Thales exhaled and realized, "It was you who told them my identity last night!"
"You are not angry at the other party's arrogant attitude, nor are you ashamed that my identity is looked down upon by others," Thales stood up in front of the desk with suspicious eyes: "This is a plan you had planned in the first place!"
Gilbert didn't comment, but gave a rare and playful shrug.
This made Thales immediately convinced.
This is indeed Gilbert's plan!
Grass!
"You deliberately leaked my identity because you were guessing that they would probably take a fancy to this opportunity and take the initiative to negotiate with the heir of the kingdom who was still in decline to consolidate or strengthen the alliance in exchange for my promise after I succeed to the throne and become king - maybe
It will take a long time, but they are immortal vampires after all, so they can afford to wait!"
Damn it! Thales secretly cursed Serena. That old witch clearly has a plan in mind, but she still pretends to be eager to regain her strength and wants to return to the Eastern Continent tomorrow!
Damn old man! Damn witch! Thales thought bitterly.
"I think there must be a reason why you have to do this?" Thales put down his emotions and frowned.
In sight, Gilbert raised his hat and bowed.
"We and Corleone both distrust and are suspicious of each other, but we live under the same roof in the name of cooperation. Even if it is our territory, this is really too dangerous."
"As for blood? Safety?" Gilbert chuckled and said faintly: "I have never believed that these unreliable things can guarantee the stability of cooperation - we and Corleone may turn against each other at any time.
, endangering oneself.”
"But it's different now. You becoming the heir and her regaining the throne are tied together. In order to help you, she must help you first."
"Seemingly unexpected, you used the promise of a future king to get a more stable support now." Gilbert smiled mysteriously: "Using interests to win allies, this is politics.
The essence of.”
"As for what you said, watching you being bullied by them?"
"It's naturally my job to share your worries."
"However, the responsibilities of cultivating you into a qualified heir and protecting you from any harm are equally important to me." Gilbert smiled and said: "Selina Coe
Leon is just a down-and-out foreign dignitary, and you will be the future of the Kingdom of Stars. I think this can be considered a small test."
Quiz? Thales lowered his head and rolled his eyes again.
"Since you have this idea, wouldn't it be enough to go to them directly and propose an alliance?" Thales, who was unwilling to do so, replied firmly.
"My little sir," Gilbert blinked: "Diplomatic negotiations are like sword duels. Although the party that strikes first gains an advantage..."
"...But it also exposed its own steps and traces. It would be best for us to have them propose an alliance."
I'll just watch you show off quietly - the time traveler shook his head and thought angrily.
Thales murmured unhappily: "He even plots against his own people. What a bad diplomat and politician."
"Okay," Gilbert just narrowed his eyes, lowered his head with a smile, looked at his pocket watch and said, "I think you are tired after copying these poems of unknown meaning for so long."
Thales stopped the pen in his hand.
"Let's take a rest. Since we talked about politics and diplomacy, let's take this opportunity to teach some history lessons." Gilbert smiled.
"Sometimes it's not just the visible benefits that make an alliance." Gilbert sat on the expensive sofa and raised his hat:
"There is an urgent crisis."
"And a shared belief."
Thales put down his pen and began to listen to Gilbert's words seriously.
"This is also about how a group of humans and forces of various races who distrusted each other and were scattered became the most loyal allies." Gilbert's eyes sparkled.
Thales suddenly felt that Gilbert was getting a little serious.
"This is the story of the war more than six hundred years ago as described in the "Collection of Poems by Cahir Yeluo"."
However, Count Casso's next words made Thales' eyes widen in shock:
In the deep and dark secret room, an old hoarse voice came vaguely.
"So, there is some movement among the rich and famous families?"
"Yes, my dear teacher," a cynical voice said lazily: "At least they are super masters, and there are also many extreme masters, starting from various strange places and gathering around various counties and cities in the north——
They all have one thing in common: upon investigation, they have nothing to do with the nobles and lords."
"Can I get the exact date?" the old voice said indifferently.
"I'm afraid it's difficult -" the light-hearted voice replied: "Even the Exeter envoy's own people have not decided on their exact itinerary. So, do we need to allocate manpower to track it down and inform the king?"
"
After a long while, the hoarse old voice answered decisively:
"No, your focus is still on the doctor from the Black Street Brotherhood. I want all resources to be directed there. Don't underestimate Lancer. After all, he was born here and knows our methods well."
"Check the whereabouts of all the gangsters, especially the three killers! Black Sword, Prison Scythe and Scimitar. It's too difficult to find them, but at least make sure they are not nearby! I think Black Sword will not be stupid either.
Go and protect a mage!"
"Also, even if everything goes well, don't take it lightly. After all, we haven't fought with mages for more than a hundred years. The records and manuals are only for reference after all."
a long time.
"Then - okay," after a moment, the young voice said noncommittally: "Speaking of which, are you really going to leave no one alive?"
"That's a living mage!"
In the darkness, the sound of a person sitting up from a chair suddenly came.
"No need," the hoarse old voice sounded:
"Things that have long since disappeared, let them be completely buried with the final battle."
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The book page was "lost" at the starting point for three days. Today, I suddenly found that the page was restored. Well, I, Hu Hansan, am back.
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