After passing through a huge stone pillar porch carved with snake-like spiral inscriptions, Temple leading the way stopped in front of a tall purple wooden door and signaled the guards lined up on both sides to open the door.
This is the main hall of Ozm Palace, the symbol of the highest power of the Suriel Kingdom.
The fat man carried Master Gongzhuang's huge baggage and followed Deng Pula all the way. He was very tired. It's hard for him to still look around, look around, and from time to time he pulls Zhuzhu to point and talk nonsense, like a bumpkin who has never seen the world.
This guy had just become a great master. Now he had a shield. He believed that his life was safe and he was in a very good mood. As long as life is not involved, he will not worry about anything.
Xi Laer was born in a royal family and was very particular about etiquette and rules, but she already regarded the fat man as one of her own. Instead of blaming him for his noisy behavior, she felt that this guy was honest, cute, simple and natural.
Master Gongzhuang ignored the fat man, knowing that this guy was acting so pretentiously to vent his dissatisfaction with the burden of being a coolie, and deliberately disgusted himself. Thinking about how many embarrassing things would happen in the future, I couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile.
Walking into the main hall, there were many people standing or sitting inside. Seeing the arrival of the master and his entourage, they all quickly stood up and bowed to salute. The master had a calm demeanor and nodded to everyone in return, showing his aloofness of status.
"I have heard about the reputation of the Great Elder of Gongzhuang for a long time, but I regret that I have never been able to meet him. I never knew that I have such an honor today, and I have to pay homage to a beautiful face. It is really a life-long comfort! I am so polite to Ganmil!" An old man said in a row. He dismissed everyone, walked up to the master, gave a salute, and spoke loudly.
This old man is about seventy years old, with red hair, a kind appearance, and his behavior naturally reveals the calm demeanor of someone who has lived in the world for a long time. He is Ganmil Sixing, the chief minister of the Suriel Kingdom.
The master smiled, returned the gift, and replied calmly: "You are very grateful! I resigned from the position of great elder half a year ago, and now I am just a civilian. I am really ashamed to bother you, the chief minister!"
This was the first time for Fatty to see the master speak politely like this, and he felt funny in his heart. At the same time, I found that many people's expressions changed slightly when they heard that the master had resigned from the position of great elder, and their original respect seemed to disappear a lot.
After listening to the master's words, Ganmil did not show any surprise. He shook his head slightly and continued: "Master, you are too modest! You have always been a legendary existence in the world of annotators. According to your research, countless annotators have benefited greatly. Qian, your contribution is well-known and you are truly a role model for our generation. Regardless of our status, our respect for you, Master, will not change at all."
These words were spoken with sincerity and enthusiasm. Everyone agreed and the atmosphere was harmonious.
The fat man couldn't help but nodded. I thought that if there were levels of flattery, this minister would probably be rated as high-ranking.
At the same time, he found that the people present were composed of two parts, and there were several familiar faces among them.
Some of them should be Su Lier's official people. In addition to Deng Pula, there were seven or eight minister-like people gathered around Ganmil Sixing. Most of their attention was focused on the master. Occasionally, they glanced at themselves with only curiosity and surprise.
The fat man knew that the curiosity belonged to him, and the surprise mostly belonged to Silaire who was following him closely.
The other part must be from the mediation team. There are more than twenty people, including Chuton with his arm bandaged and Baz with bruises on his face.
In front of them stood a richly dressed young man. Although he looked handsome, his raised corners of his mouth seemed a bit frivolous. Especially after seeing the master and his entourage, although this guy also saluted with everyone, his eyes were always fixed on Silaire!
The fat man was very sensitive and noticed the young man's malicious gaze, so he glared at him, but the other person gave him a sneer of contempt.
"Master Gongzhuang! Is it really you?" A magnetic voice came, and with hurried footsteps, seven or eight people walked into the hall.
They were all wearing the most popular short clothes in the Republic of McCann. The leader was an old man with silver hair, a thin face, a graceful demeanor, and piercing eyes. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the door.
He walked through the crowd, walked quickly, held the master's hands and said: "My master! I finally found you. You are really good at not caring about such a big stall. Just leave it to me. It makes me so anxious! How can I control the situation without you here? Fortunately, I met you here. You must go back with me this time! "
The person speaking was Stephen, the general leader of the international mediation team and the head of state of the Republic of McCann.
However, after the master resigned from the Grand Elder of the Association of Masters half a year ago, Mr. Stephen took on another identity - acting grand elder.
Because the master's resignation was sudden and had not yet been approved, Stephen's title still contained the word "agent". But judging from the master's always going his own way, it was only a matter of time before Stephen became a full-time player.
The first thing Fatty paid attention to was whether "Dead Man Ash" Wilson was among McCann's group. He stretched his neck and looked for it for a long time, but couldn't see it.
"That's not right! 'Dead Man Ash' is McCann's deputy team leader, so he should have appeared on this occasion. Could it be that his face was burned by the Xuan Zao Lan and he is too embarrassed to show up? Or is he hiding somewhere waiting for an ambush? Your fat man?" The fat man muttered in his heart, thinking of Wilson's methods, he couldn't help but shudder.
He exchanged glances with Silaire beside him, and the beautiful woman obviously found no trace of Wilson.
"No matter what! There is such a scourge outside, so you have to be more careful in everything!" The fat man secretly warned.
Since the enemy didn't show up, Fatty had to focus on Stephen first.
His first impression of the old man was good, and he thought to himself, "This handsome old man is handsome and has a nice voice. He is still so energetic at his age. He must have hurt the little girl a lot when he was young!"
After listening to Stephen's words, the fat man secretly raised a finger and praised in his heart: "As expected, he is a high-ranking official of a big country. His speaking skills are really extraordinary. His words are full of kindness, humility and sincerity. Although he was highly praised by the Grandmaster, he confirmed that the Grandmaster was no longer the Great Elder’s business, and also showed his identity as the Great Elder’s successor. In addition, there was a trace of blame in his words, not just to let outsiders hear that he His status is higher than that of the master. High! Really high!"
From Fatty's point of view, these are all McCann's family affairs, so why bother telling them in front of everyone? If Stephen is really as familiar with the master as he appears to be, wouldn't it be more appropriate to put these words in a private setting?
But the master seemed to really have a good relationship with Stephen, and said apologetically: "I did do this in a hurry, which caused a lot of trouble to everyone and made my old friend worried. I'm sorry!" He said that he bowed to Stephen. Handed over.
Stephen nodded after hearing this, stopped continuing the topic, and began to introduce everyone present to the master.
Only then did the fat man realize that the young man who kept staring at Silaire was actually Garcia, the leader of the Telji Federation.
The guards led by Baz and Chuton had suffered heavy losses in the operation and were almost completely wiped out. But Garcia didn't seem to care about this. Not only was there no sadness or sadness on her face, but she was still in the mood to stare at the beauty endlessly.
"This guy must be a master who doesn't take human life seriously. Baz and Chuton will probably have a hard time working under such a person. Moreover, this kind of person is probably not psychologically normal and likes to take risks!" Fatty Thinking about it, I couldn't help but keep it in mind.
Next to the Tergi Federation mission is the mission of the neighboring country to the west of Suril, the Republic of Yezlir. There were five of them in total, wearing short clothes very similar to McCann's, with only a special logo composed of olive leaves and candlesticks embroidered on the shoulders.
The leader was a woman in her fifties, named Dilbora. She was well-maintained, with a chiseled face, and she always maintained a reserved smile.
Then there are the special envoys from the Kingdom of Yakudanken, which borders Suriel to the south. Their leader is a bearded man named Bosed. This man is very burly and has a tough look.
There were only three of them, gathered together.
Unlike Telgi and Jezliel who were close to McCann, the Yakudanken delegation stood at the back of the mediation group, as if they were deliberately keeping a distance from the McCann delegation.
Everyone else was chatting politely with each other, but Fatty looked thoughtfully at the positions of several countries in the international mediation team.
He sketched a map around Suril in his mind. Telji in the north and Yezlir in the west were both republics and seemed to be very close to McCann.
Yakudangken in the south, like Suriel, is a monarchy. It’s no wonder that they seem to be alienated from McCann!
"It seems that almost all the countries around Suriel have arrived! Only the Ruhrs in the east have not shown up. I don't know if they will come." The fat man thought, and suddenly discovered another problem.
Yesterday, the encounter between Silaire and Zhuzhu, mother and daughter, happened in Suriel, and involved the two forces of Terji and McCann. This is definitely not a coincidence.
From this point of view, the previous inference is most likely true!
As for the connection, Fatty felt that he had vaguely grasped some of the key points, but he couldn't completely sort it out yet.
At this time, I only heard Stephen say in his pleasant voice: "These are all our McCann officials! Although you don't care much about political affairs, you must have met them all. But this one has just entered Young talents in politics.”
Stephen said, letting out a young man behind him.
This young man is only in his twenties. He has blond hair and blue eyes. At first glance, he looks like a typical McCann man. He is majestic and confident, but his behavior is gentle and elegant. He is not at all arrogant and frivolous that young people are prone to, and he shows a good education.
As soon as he stood forward, he won praise and kind looks from most people.
Fatty is naturally not among the majority. He has always believed that "judging people by their appearance" is synonymous with superficiality. Especially when he noticed that Zhuzhu beside him stretched his neck and looked at the young man hard, his eyes full of little stars. This made the fat man suddenly jealous. He swayed his body left and right in an attempt to block the little girl's sight.
"My lord, Nathan, James Polken is my father. I have heard of the great master for a long time. It is a great honor to meet him today!" The young man finished introducing himself and bowed deeply to the master.
Although his words were simple, the eyes he looked at the master were full of uncontrollable excitement and admiration.
There was a sound of surprise.
Not many people may know about Nathan, but everyone knows the name James Polken. Because that is the name of the current head of state of the Republic of McCann, the highest power holder of the world's most powerful country.
"Tch! I thought who was so famous and worthy of such a grand introduction. It turns out that his father is the boss of McCann! It's no wonder! Huh! He brought up his father to suppress the scene as soon as he came out. I'm afraid he is also a bad person. The pretty boy who is being used!" As soon as Fatty heard about Nathan's identity and background, the jealousy index in his heart suddenly crossed the red line.
"Oh! It turns out to be the third son of the head of state! Hello!" The master's tone was quite calm, and he lightly shook Nathan's hand with one hand and let go.
"Haha! Nathan has admired the master for a long time, and has had the wish to become your teacher even earlier. But he has always been worried about disturbing your work, and he is also afraid that his strength is limited and he cannot afford your teachings, so he has never dared to visit. Before After a few months, he finally broke through the bottleneck, and his strength has reached the intermediate and advanced levels. He was about to come to ask for advice, but suddenly left McCann without thinking about you. He regretted this for a long time!" Stephen said to the master from the side.
Before he finished speaking, there was already a sound of surprise and admiration on the scene.
How could it not be shocking to have such high strength in his twenties?
You must know that improving the ability of a master requires not only diligent study and hard training, but also talent and opportunity. Many annotators have spent their whole lives, and just being able to reach the middle level is considered very good.
And Nathan has achieved such an achievement at such a young age. Needless to say, his talent is high, and he probably has a lot of talent and treasures to use!
Stephen obviously had a good relationship with Nathan's family, or was under great trust. At this time, he spared no effort to make connections. He turned to Nathan and said: "It is really your chance to meet the master by chance. You have to get close to the master." ! If I can gain the master’s favor, I will be considered as living up to your father’s love for his son!”
When Nathan heard this, he took a deep breath, tried his best to control his excitement, and then said solemnly: "I have had this intention for a long time! Master, you have always been the greatest tutor in my heart. Please give me more guidance in the future!" "After saying that, he bowed deeply to the master and kept this gesture unchanged, waiting for the master's reply.
At this moment, the fat man felt a little nervous. He thought to himself: "If the master succumbs to other people's power, but also cares about the face of Stephen's old friend, and agrees to accept Nathan as his disciple, wouldn't he have many pretty boys? If this happens, this guy will surround Xi Lai all day long. You and Zhuzhu hanging around are really annoying!"
The master glanced at Nathan, who was still saluting, and turned slightly to avoid the salute. He didn't wait for Stephen to say anything else, and replied: "Thank you very much for the trust of the commander-in-chief and the head of state, and even more thank you, little friend Nathan, for favoring me! You are really overestimating me!"
The master paused and then said: "With Master Masters, there are famous teachers all over the world. Although Master Master Alliance is powerful, there are still many masters who have not been recorded in the register. I think as long as Nathan is committed to this, there will be better ones." Opportunity. Moreover, you have achieved so much at such a young age, and your future is bound to be limitless. Besides, in your current state, your own understanding is far more important than a good master!"
No one expected that the master would say this.
Nathan looked embarrassed and slowly straightened up, his eyes blank.
Just as Stephen was about to continue talking, the master continued: "Apprenticeship is all about opportunity! To be honest, from the moment I decided to accept an apprentice, I made a rule that I would not accept more than ten apprentices in my life. Unfortunately, I just accepted an apprentice. , he happens to be the tenth!"
In the surprised eyes of everyone, the master pointed to the fat man who was full of satisfaction and pride, and said with complicated emotions: "Let me introduce you! This is my new disciple. Come here! Fatty! I have met you all!"
