"Dang! Dang Dang Dang! Dang! Dang!" The military band of more than 200 people started playing in unison from the moment Air Force One stopped on the runway. The movements of the musicians of each instrument were exactly the same.
Just looking at it makes people feel majestic and powerful.
The moment the plane door opened, the military drums began to beat harder. The person in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Eiland Hill, who was the first to get off the plane, stood beside the hanging ladder, waiting for Grecken's Grand Magister Long.
Sadler stepped out of the plane.
Chris stood at the end of the red carpet, smiling and waiting for the head of another country to show up. He felt that he should give the great wizard the respect he deserved. He relied on golden fingers to get to where he is today, but the other party did not.
It is really through his own hard work that he has become one of the most powerful people in this world.
When Ronsardele walked to the door of the plane, he saw the true face of the empire with the most powerful organizational capabilities in the world. To him, every detail here reflected unprecedented strength.
The neat military band was playing exciting melody on the side, and the welcoming teams on both sides of the red carpet were waving flowers, forming a beating ocean. He had never seen such a lively scene, and everything in front of him was so exciting.
He experienced the pleasure that power brings.
He stepped on the soft stalls, which must be very expensive in Grecken. He looked at the giant waiting hall in the distance made almost entirely of plate glass and the enthusiastic welcoming team in front of him, and finally understood something.
It's called the Landseer Empire.
When his feet landed on the ground, he saw clearly that the entire welcoming team was composed of children. These children were waving bouquets of flowers in their hands, and their faces were filled with youthful smiles. Just one look at them was pleasing to the eye.
In order to welcome Grand Magister Ronsardele, Chris carefully prepared the entire welcome ceremony, including the airport ceremony in front of him, the subsequent motorcade parade, the next state banquet, and tomorrow's grand military parade...
"Welcome to the Grand Magister from afar!" Chris stepped forward with a smile. Ronsardele, who had already discussed the meeting ceremony with the diplomatic department, stretched out his right hand as the Romans do, and shook Chris's right hand.
together.
"Click! Click!" The surrounding official reporters frantically pressed their shutters, using their cameras to capture this absolutely memorable scene: This was the first handshake between the strongest mortal empire in the East and the strongest magic empire in the West.
, and it was the first truly equal exchange between mortals and magicians.
"Such...a warm welcome scene...touches me very much! Thank you." Ronsardele replied softly with a smile on his face, while holding hands with Chris and letting the reporters waste their own film.
His voice was not loud, but it overshadowed the sound of the military band. The majesty of a man who had long been in power and the confidence of a strong man accompanied his voice, which was accurately transmitted to Chris's ears.
Vivian followed Lonzadelai, and brought her here this time simply because she may be the senior magician who knows Alan Hill the best now, although most of her so-called understanding is focused on eating.
However, even if it is just like this, being able to make some suggestions about what is delicious and what is not delicious is much better than not knowing anything about it, right?
"I heard that the journey here was not smooth?" The two let go of their hands and stood side by side. A young and shameless man took a photo with an old man with a white beard. The scene looked very interesting.
One of them is wearing light yellow splendid uniforms, whether it is the pattern on the cuffs or the armed belts and epaulettes, they are full of the atmosphere of modern civilization; the other is wearing an exquisite robe full of magic inscriptions, exuding a faint light
There is a sense of mystery in the halo.
"No, on the contrary, it went very smoothly when I arrived, and the plane I took was really nice." Ronsardele replied with a smile.
"As a national gift, Eiland Hill presents Griken with a Boeing 707 passenger plane and supporting maintenance services. When you, the Grand Magister, leave, you can leave on Griken's own passenger plane." Chris
Said generously.
Before he traveled through time, he would never have imagined that one day he would be rich enough to give someone a giant passenger plane. What made him interesting was that now he could not only give away the plane, but even the supporting airport.
There is also a repair shop...
You must know that this gives people a sense of accomplishment, and can give great satisfaction to the humble mentality hidden in the heart. Watching live broadcasts and giving rewards for sports cars and airplanes are nothing. Now I just gave away a real airplane with just one mouthful! Also!
Who? Let me ask who else?
"Then I won't refuse... Vivian, please take out the gifts we have prepared!" Ronsardele turned sideways with a smile and said to Vivian who was following him.
Vivian carried an ordinary-looking bag and handed it to Chris: "The one designed by the Grand Magister for Alan Hill... is much more advanced than the magic defense barrier you are using now."
It may seem that this gift is not huge, but its preciousness is much greater than Chris's plane.
With such an important magic inscription design just carried in a rag pocket, Chris felt that his magic research and development team had suffered tons of critical damage.
"It seems that I owe you a favor." Chris smiled bitterly and stretched out an arm to guide the way: "This way, please! Your Excellency, the Grand Magister."
The smile on Ronsardele's face became even wider, and he also made a gesture of invitation: "It's a good idea to review the guard of honor, but it's not suitable for us Greken. No matter how neat we are, it doesn't look very powerful."
He made fun of his country, walked on the red carpet, and looked at the Irish Guard of Honor who lined up beside him.
"Stand at attention!" The leading officer took out the sword from his waist, raised it in front of his face, and gave the order loudly.
Under his order, all the soldiers in the honor guard picked up the Mauser 98k rifles they were holding at their feet and stood them up in front of their faces. The shining bayonets were pointed straight at the sky, and their movements were as neat as replicas.
.
The ridiculous red Air Force uniforms have been completely eliminated at this time, replaced by the new blue Air Force uniforms. The Air Force has been boycotting the red uniforms for more than a day or two, and the reasons are even more bizarre.
First of all, some people reported that the red uniforms used by the ground air defense forces were too conspicuous and could not be effectively camouflaged. Therefore, the ground air defense forces quickly changed to Army camouflage uniforms, replacing the original red uniforms.
Taking this as a breakthrough, the Air Force began to discuss changing the colors of the troops: the reasons included that red looked dark, red was eye-catching, ugly, and difficult to match... In the end, these opinions were fed back to His Majesty the Emperor Chris, and then Chris thought.
Come on, a color that I randomly set back then has now become so outrageous.
The problem was quickly corrected. The blue dress was paired with a special air force anti-stress uniform, leaving only the blue branch color logo on the collar, which became the basic style of the new air force uniform.
Many of the systems that were established with few people patting their heads on the head at that time have now followed the trend and become beyond recognition. Some institutions only had a few people in charge at the time, but now these institutions are behemoths with tens of thousands of staff.
For example, the intelligence department, which was somewhat stretched before, was originally just a branch under the control of the Guards.
But now, how many people shudder when the National Security Intelligence Agency of Ellandhill is mentioned? It is a scary place, mysterious and with a dark smell, an existence that can stop children from crying.
"Looking at these young guys, I feel that I am already old..." Grand Magister Ronsardele leaned on crutches and looked at the honor guard soldiers who were holding steel guns and looking expressionlessly. He was very approving.
He nodded and said: "The mortal country is more powerful than I imagined."
When the 9th Army showed strong combat effectiveness in Greken, the magicians of Greken had already begun to improve their impression of Ailan Hill. But who would have thought that now they would actually come to Ailan Hill?
Hill, after seeing Alan Hill, they found that the high score they had given in their minds was ultimately the lowest score.
Not looking at those high-rise buildings, nor those eye-catching honor guards and military bands, just looking at the spirit of these officials in front of them, they knew that this was already a super empire rising from the very core.
When we got to the end of the red carpet, the staff with cameras were still working hard beside them. According to Chris' explanation, everything that happened here will be accurately recorded and can be spread to everyone in the world.
corner.
No one is not curious about this new technology. After all, no matter how many books extol the image of the Magician Gricken, they are not as convincing as a clear video record. No matter how accurate the document is, there will inevitably be deviations, and the image can be
There will be no deviation in the records, at least there was no deviation before the PS magic appeared...
Gorgeous cars came next to each other, and the drivers were all ready. These cars were convertibles that had been modified for this welcome ceremony. Chris and Grand Magister Lonzadel directly took the first car and enjoyed it.
Check out the comfortable leather seats.
"The leather of the mountain-moving beast is still too hard. Greken produces a wild monster called the two-headed antelope. It may be more comfortable to use that leather." The old mage is also accustomed to luxury to a certain extent.
Grandpa pointed out.
Chris understood, nodded and said: "It seems that there are still many things that Grecken can export, and our cooperation can be expanded to more fields."
"Yes, His Majesty, the great Emperor of Airan Hill!" The old magician nodded and said in agreement: "I have a hunch that we will cooperate for a long time, so long that people will not be willing to die."