Leiden City, the lord's mansion, some remote and quiet room.

Tuantivan leaned against the wheelchair and pretended to close his eyes and rest, but his thin fingers were tapping on the blanket.

There is a strong tea aroma in the room, which is the tea leaves from the banks of the Scarlesin River in the Kingdom of Lenofica. It has a mellow and good taste. When boiled, it can evaporate a certain breath with a calming effect.

Tea like this, even in the Kingdom of Lenofica, is equivalent to gold, a sky-high luxury item bought by ounces, not to mention being sent to the Kingdom of Agrant from thousands of miles away.

Including the expenses on the road, a piece of tea can match the daily expenses of an ordinary family of three.

But now, such expensive tea leaves are just placed on the table casually, neither Tuantivan nor the current city lord of Leiden, Horace, have the desire to taste them.

In fact, they had been in this room for a full quarter of an hour.

Without communication or looking at each other, the newly promoted city lord of Laden just invited Tuantivan to come respectfully and then specially burned such a pot of tea for him.

It seemed that he felt that the time was finally ripe. At this moment, the new city lord, who was handsome and always had a smile on his lips, finally said: "Sorry, Master Tuantiwan, you know, the whole city was in chaos because of continuous natural disasters recently. He really had no energy, and he didn't have the energy until now..."

Although he said that, his eyes were clear, without any blood from staying up late, and there were no dark blue circles on his face.

The so-called chaos may be real chaos.

But if you don’t have energy, you really can’t tell from his appearance alone.

Tuantivan waved his hand casually and interrupted his words, saying to himself: "Horace, you know, I am not interested in listening to your explanation. I just want the result, and you, know what I want to ask."

In Leiden City, the Sogothus family was deliberately left alone for more than ten days, but Tu Antivan still had no anger on his face, but he just narrated in a plain tone.

Horace was obviously not used to such straightforward style, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, but soon, he forced a smile and said, "Of course, Master Tuantivan, we certainly know your purpose, but..."

He deliberately extended a tail note, pointed carefully at the top of his head, and gave a meaningful smile to Tuantivan.

"Master, it's not that we don't want to help you. After all, you have made a lot of contributions to our Kingdom of Agrant, which is a witness to the entire Kingdom from scratch.

Our Sogothus family still respects you very much, but you also know your Majesty's attitude..."

He continued to prolong the ending.

"Your Majesty asked to make the whole kingdom move and serve the Great Expedition.

As an outpost, Leiden City was already under considerable pressure.

You may not know that in order to deal with this war, I had several hair whitened."

As he said that, he pointed at his thick black hair hypocritically and lamented, "I haven't slept for a day in peace for taking over Laden City during this period..."

Although he said this, his eyes were always looking at Tuantivan immediately and the old man in front of him who was resting with his eyes closed.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to meet this old man. If it weren't for the fact that he really felt that he couldn't delay, he would even want to delay for a while.

Maybe, then your Majesty will change his mind?

Unfortunately, at least so far, there is no.

Your Majesty has always been a talented person, but as the emperor and Agrant III, the synonym of talented person is to act alone.

Before knowing the results of this great expedition, Horace could only temporarily consider this unyielding word as a neutral word.

The Great Expedition requires a lot of resources, and repairing the Mage Tower also requires a lot of resources...

When Your Majesty expressed his attitude during repeated negotiations with the elders of the three dynasties in front of him, the noble families who were loyal to Your Majesty must also show their loyalty.

Otherwise, even if the nobles really don’t want to help Tuantivan, they will at least provide symbolic assistance from craftsmen, and not to the point where they are not given any money.

However, in the face of Horace's complaints, Tuantivan was particularly calm, even so quiet that Horace felt a little nervous.

He just lay quietly in the wheelchair, looking half asleep and half awake.

But how dare Horace really think that this inconspicuous old man fell asleep?

Seeing that Tuantivan did not react at all, Horace was not in a hurry, and a light flashed in his eyes, and then he said again: "But, Master Tuantivan, I think, maybe we still have room for negotiation..."

The old man in the wheelchair still did not respond, but just slowly knocked on his joints and stopped silently.

After calming down and clearing his throat, Horace slightly sorted out his thoughts, adjusted his expression, and said seriously: "How much do you know about the previous Barth?"

"Well, I don't know much..." Tuantivan said slowly, "but it is still admirable that he is willing to sacrifice his spirit to stop the natural disaster."

“Yes, yes, that’s it.”

Horace breathed a little relieved, nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and his expression relaxed a lot.

"In fact, our Sogtos family is also saddened to lose someone like Bales, after all, he is a good city lord."

As he said that, Horace wiped his eyes hypocritically, as if a few tears were about to fall into the next moment.

"You know that the people from the Hanging Sword have come to investigate, but we found that there seem to be a lot of fish that have missed the net in this matter."

As he said that, Horace observed Tuantivan's attitude intentionally or unintentionally, ready to end the topic at any time.

This topic is still a little too sensitive after all.

Horace and even the entire Sogtos family really don’t know what Tuantivan’s attitude is.

This scepter extraordinary man lived in silence on weekdays and almost never participated in non-important activities or events. He was devoted to studying the inscriptions of the talismans in his mage tower.

It is really difficult for the Sogtos family to judge his attitude from limited information.

And the next thing must depend on his attitude.

This is why Horace feels stressed.

If it is not handled properly...

Horace couldn't imagine the consequences.
Chapter completed!