"You win! I am convinced! Maisang, you are extraordinary! Cherish this opportunity!" Nathan put away the orange protective barrier, cupped his fists towards the fat man and said.
After saying that, he bowed deeply to the master.
"Oh! What are we talking about about winning or losing? We are not competing. We are just shaking hands, right? However, your hand is strong enough, and my phalanges are 80% broken. If that is the case, we are not finished!" The fat man was furious. He yelled, waving his hands desperately, it really hurts.
He said this, but in his heart he had a good impression of the electrician.
After all, this person acts fairly and above board!
Nathan glanced at the fat man deeply, nodded, and then saluted everyone who was still in surprise: "I made everyone laugh! I'm very sorry! I have to go back to think about some issues and take my leave first."
After saying that, without waiting for Stephen to respond, Nathan turned around and left the hall.
Everyone in the hall burst out in amazement and discussion, and most people didn't understand what just happened.
They all knew that Nathan was competing with the fat man, and they also saw Nathan suddenly release the protective barrier and duck away. For the fat man who was not an injection master, Nathan's move was undoubtedly a sign of admitting defeat.
But how did the fat man do it?
Who knows? Fatty himself hasn’t figured it out yet!
The master looked at Nathan's back thoughtfully, with a hint of admiration in his eyes!
Although he couldn't understand what just happened, he already had a bold guess, which made him very excited.
Could it be that this guy I picked up is really a treasure? !
"Fat man! The way to be a master is to stimulate your own potential. You must never have a desire to win! Nathan is an upright person and will become a great person. You should learn more from him on this!" the master said with a bright face.
"Understood! Thanks for the guidance, teacher!" the fat man replied respectfully. In my heart, I despised the master's unabashed pride.
Stephen's face was gloomy.
Seeing the pair of masters and apprentices singing together and earning enough attention, he felt very uncomfortable.
"I don't know what happened to Nathan. How could he be forced to release the protective barrier? This kid has never encountered any setbacks. If he fails to become a disciple this time, don't let him fall into another psychological shadow. Otherwise, how can he show his respect to that one person? Where is Genji’s father’s explanation?!” Stephen thought to himself.
"Oh! By the way! Teacher! I'm from the countryside and don't know much about etiquette and rules! Did you bring me here today just to report to the great elder about recruiting disciples?" the fat man suddenly said.
Nathan is gone, but the "chief elder brother" who caused this turmoil is still there. How can the fat man, who always insists on revenge, easily give up this opportunity to continue "provoking"?
Stephen's heart skipped a beat, and he was secretly angry, "This fat man is going even further. Is he going to finish it? What's the purpose of insisting on the topic of 'Great Elder'?"
He was about to scold, but he heard the fat man continue to say: "There's more! Just now, the elder brother introduced the leaders of various countries and started to chat. I don't know who can do it next. Could you please introduce Su Lier to all the officers present? Will the Chief Assistant do it yourself? Or will I trouble you, Chief Elder, to do it all together?"
These words are very vicious!
The more you go on behalf of the servants, the accusation of dove occupying the magpie's nest is obvious.
However, this is indeed the case.
As soon as Stephen entered the hall just now, he felt as if he had returned to his own home, greeting the master as if no one else was around. Moreover, the content they talked about were all topics that had nothing to do with Su Lier.
Where does his behavior put Su Lier and the ministers?
However, for Stephen and others, this is a normal thing.
Compared with the powerful McCann, Suriel can only be regarded as a small country, and its strength is vastly different.
Stephen coming here as Secretary of State for McCann is definitely "condescending". What's wrong with being the dominant one in public? Who dares to say it is wrong?
McCann has been a dominant force for decades, and its officials have long been accustomed to the atmosphere of being bossy and respected wherever they go. How can they be in the mood to care about the face of these small countries?
Besides, if the country is so powerful, why should it care about the so-called international etiquette and conventions?
Aren't those so-called rules and regulations supposed to be written by the strong and for the weak to follow?
In the minds of most McCanns, this is a matter of course.
But these things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
Now, Ke Ke did something unspeakable, but was singled out by the fat man in public.
For a moment, the atmosphere was awkward, and everyone had different reactions.
The McCann envoys headed by Stephen and the representatives of the Telji Federation all stared at the fat man with displeasure on their faces after hearing this.
The female team leader from the Republic of Jezliel still looked calm, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
The representatives of the Yakudanken mission who were in the back had a look of gloating on their faces, and the bearded Bossaid, who was the leader, was looking at Stephen in front, with a sneer on his lips.
Su Lier's ministers were divided into two groups. Half of them were a few people headed by Ganmil. Most of them were dressed as civil servants and kept smiles on their faces, as if they were not aware of the meaning of the fat man's words.
The others, represented by Templeton, were generals who led troops to fight.
There was shame and anger on their faces, and it was obvious that they had been stabbed in a sore spot. Especially Templera, who looked at the fat man with a hint of gratitude and expectation in his eyes.
The fat man with a naive expression had a clear view of everyone's performance, and the calculation in his heart began to crackle.
The master's eyes flickered and he did not answer the fat man's question.
There are so many people who are anxious for answers!
Although he had not been in contact with his cheap apprentice for a long time, he had already fully felt the fat man's intricate thoughts.
There is also this virtue of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded. It is really not something you can learn just by trying to learn it.
"Sure enough, there are nine types of dragons, each different. I don't know whether this fat man's personality follows his father or his mother?!" The master thought, with a soft curve on his lips.
"Haha! This master's disciple has great skills and extraordinary knowledge. For a moment, I was immersed in the envy of the master and having a disciple, but I forgot about the due etiquette!" Gammil spoke at the right time and cleverly alleviated the embarrassment. atmosphere.
He continued: "How dare I bother the Minister of State? It's better for me to introduce the officials of Su Lier!"
Seeing that Gammiel helped Stephen and others out of trouble with just a few words, the fat man secretly praised "Old Fox" sincerely and felt that he had benefited a lot.
The many experiences he had in this day were richer than the total of his twenty-odd years of life.
For Fatty, who has always been smart and eager to learn, this is indeed a rare learning opportunity.
After Ganmil's introduction, he was just about to get down to business when he heard the soldiers on duty loudly said: "Russian Federation Minister of Foreign Affairs Serov and his entourage request an audience!"
Fatty, who had paid attention to the news about the Ruhr Federation before, heard this announcement and felt happy in his heart. He thought to himself: "Hey! Now the countries around Suriel are here! I wonder what this big country that once was as powerful as McCann will do again?" What a majesty. I don’t know how Siler and her daughter would feel when they saw the people from their homeland!"
The fat man thought about it and looked towards Silaire, but he happened to see Stephen and Gammel exchange a suspicious look.
'Ouch! Things are a bit complicated! The fat man's intuition told him that there must be something to this, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.
Suddenly, the roar of energy collision came from outside the hall, accompanied by the sounds of shouting and fighting with weapons, creating a chaotic mess.
"Who is acting so arrogant here?!" Dempula roared angrily, white light danced, and the two dodgemen had left the hall. He is the major general in charge of the security of the palace. How can he tolerate someone who dares to take action here?
Ganmil, Stephen and others also hurriedly followed out.
The fat man who loved watching the excitement was already showing signs of trembling. He pulled Xi Laer and Zhu Zhu together and walked to the master's side, eager to give it a try.
"Follow me closely and don't be impulsive!" The master said a few words before leading the three of them out of the palace.
Just now, the fat man and his party entered the main hall from the side hall, so this was the first time they saw the square outside the main hall.
This place is very spacious, even if it can accommodate four to five hundred people, it will not feel crowded.
The square is entirely built with blue bricks, with a huge fountain in the middle. The surrounding walls are about five meters high, and there is a watchtower on each of the four corners.
The overall layout looks simple, bright and atmospheric.
At this time, many people had gathered in the square.
Temple's guards were divided into two groups. One group protected Gammill, Stephen and others in front of the palace, while the other group cooperated with the sergeant who had just rushed into the field to surround a group of people fighting in the center.
Temple held his spear and stood majestically at the front, glaring at the group of people who had stopped.
The two groups involved were still confronting each other.
There were only five people in the group that suffered a loss, and all of them were empty-handed.
Two of them were already lying on the ground, with red blood oozing out from under their bodies. They were obviously seriously injured.
There are three people standing, two in front and one behind.
Behind him was an old man in his sixties. He is not tall, but quite muscular. Although his face was pale, his light blue eyes were radiant and extremely sharp.
The two people in front are both burly men with beards. They look exactly the same, and they are actually twin brothers. At this time, they all looked sad and angry.
Opposite them, a group of people stood.
The two men and two women in the front covered their mouths and noses with black silk. The weapons in their hands were double hooks, short halberds, chains, and hammers.
Behind these four people, there were more than fifty people, all of them holding long swords and looking fierce. They were all dressed in short green clothes, with the phoenix-crested goshawk logo embroidered on the right breast of their coats.
Among this group of people, there were two people standing there.
One is a man in his thirties dressed in colorful clothes. He is tall and tall, with a stern face and long black hair hanging casually on his shoulders. Sharp eyes, tight lips, and an eagle-like nose bridge show his tough and aggressive character.
The other person, wrapped in a gray burqa, exuded a gloomy, dull atmosphere.
Although he couldn't see his features, Fatty still recognized this guy at a glance. He was his enemy, "Dead Man Ash" Wilson.
However, the fat man is no longer what he used to be. With the master as his backing, as long as there is no sneak attack, he no longer has to worry about Wilson.
On the contrary, he was a little happy. Since this guy came to the door by himself, we must find a way to get the master to eliminate this scourge.
Thinking of this, the fat man hurriedly winked at the master and then winked.
But the master turned a blind eye to Fatty's performance and blindly focused on the scene.
The fat man turned his eyes to Silaire again, and sure enough, the beauty's eyes were shining with hatred.
"Keep calm! We have to find a way to get rid of him this time!" The fat man whispered in the beauty's ear, and raised his chin in the direction of the master.
He was afraid that the aunt would fly out and fight with others without noticing.
"Well! I listen to you! Thank you!" Siler whispered. She suppressed her ups and downs of emotions and looked at the fat man with her beautiful eyes, her expression was indescribably moving.
"General Temple! Are you planning to rebel by letting these soldiers point their weapons at me?" the man in colorful clothes shouted. His tone was cold and emotionless.
Templeton sneered, gave a slight salute to the other party, and replied in the same tone: "His Royal Highness Prince Scott, you are serious! This is Suriel Palace, and no one is allowed to fight and cause trouble here. Although you I haven’t set foot here for five years, but I must not have forgotten these rules! Now you are leading your men, holding a sharp knife, and fighting here. Is it true that you have become rebellious as the rumors say? "
At this moment, the fat man suddenly realized that this gorgeously dressed and awesome guy was the brother of Queen Capricorn Eyes, the leader of Suriel's opposition!
"Why did the 'Dead Ashes' get together with him? Who were the five people they were dealing with? Could it be the Ruhr envoy who had just been informed that they were going to meet him? Why did so many people come?" A question has just been clarified. , a series of questions appeared again, and the fat man had many questions, so he could only watch the progress of the situation patiently.
"Hmph! Rebellious! Who is the rebel?!" After listening to Templer's questioning, Scotton said to himself, his expression turned a little lonely.
"Your Excellency Ganmil! I need an explanation from you! As envoys of the Ruhr Federation, we came all the way for the peace of Suriel. But as soon as we entered the border of your country, we were attacked by Prince Scotton. They bullied the few and pursued them relentlessly. Along the way, more than 300 of our Ruhr warriors died unfortunately. We went through all kinds of hardships to get here, but who could have imagined that Sigton and his gang were so crazy that they chased them into the palace? I will die waiting for you." The pale old man suddenly interrupted and said loudly.
The more he talked, the more excited he became, his face became abnormally flushed, and his body swayed and teetered.
Seeing this scene, the two big men quickly stepped back and supported the old man.
Ganmil seemed to have recognized the speaker at this moment. He stepped out from the crowd and asked slowly: "Are you Serov, the Ruhr Minister of Foreign Affairs?
Serov pushed away the two big men, stubbornly relied on his remaining strength to stand firm, and shouted angrily: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me? Mr. Ganmil, as you said just now, I need an explanation from you, and I need Su Li. Give us an explanation!"
Ganmil frowned and said with a complicated expression: "Your Excellency Serov, please forgive me for being rude! I haven't seen you for many years, so I didn't recognize you just now. I hope to atone for my sin!" After saying that, he saluted Serov, to apologize.
He then straightened his face and said solemnly: "From what you said, it seems that there was a conflict with Prince Scotton. But I want to ask, why did you suddenly visit our country? Why didn't you say hello beforehand?"
Hearing this, Xie Luofu was filled with anger and blood spurted out.
His trip was ambushed at the beginning. Along the way, he suffered many casualties and suffered serious internal injuries. He only managed to hold on and did not fall down.
At this moment, he was on the verge of running out of fuel.
Fortunately, this spurt of blood slightly relieved the injuries that had been pent up for many days.
Serov has a very tough character.
He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes shot out with terrifying light, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here? Without saying hello? Haha! It's so funny! If your queen hadn't invited us, would we have helped mediate Su's settlement? Will we still come uninvited to the civil strife that is about to happen in Lier?!"
"Huh?!" Ganmil's brows furrowed even more. He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Serov, please don't get angry. I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding during this period! As far as I know, I, Queen Suriel, did not invite your country to participate in this matter! Do you have proof for this? ?”
"Certificate?" Serov was stunned and speechless when asked. There was a huge wave in my heart.
He originally had an autographed letter from Queen Capricorn Eyes, but it was lost long ago while being hunted down.
He suddenly smelled a conspiracy.
Hearing this conversation, Scotton, who had been silent all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly, and unexpectedly glanced coldly at Wilson beside him.
Wilson's entire head and face were covered in a gray robe, and no expression could be seen.
Scotton immediately opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, he laughed a few times, and said to Serov: "This is also good! You have no credentials, so you are trespassing on our border! Who knows what your intentions are? I am stationed here In Suriel’s Eastern Territory, we naturally have the responsibility to defend our territory. It is our duty to capture you. Do you think you can find shelter and avoid punishment by escaping here?"
"General Temple! Why don't you take action to capture these people? Could it be that without your queen's order, you don't know how to be a qualified soldier?" Scotton suddenly turned to Temple. He said, his tone full of disdain.
"Brother! Are you talking about me? Your sister is here!" A clear, yet somewhat erratic voice suddenly resounded throughout the square.
