The witch hunter climbed up to the ceiling again, and the shadow of the gecko was facing the pillars quickly. He walked down two stairs along the long corridor.

He climbed out of a blue door that was so wide that it could accommodate a carriage and was embroidered with three lion patterns.

Two servants wearing white loose robes were guarding one left and one right. They were staring at the air ahead, dazed intently, not paying attention to an uninvited guest above their heads.

A sparrow eagle flew into the window, landed on the corridor, jumped along the red carpet to the servant, waving his wings and posing, while gently tapping his small heads towards the two guards.

As if saying, come over and touch me.

They were immediately attracted by this scene, smiled at the corners of their mouths, and quietly admired the little guy's hard-working performance.

The hook-nosed servant on the far right suddenly scratched his head and raised his head suspiciously.

A blue triangle spell appeared in sight.

He shivered all over and straightened his body like a puppet.

The young servant on the left, with a pretty face, was still observing the arrogant eagle with black eyes filled with disdain and provocation, and a long beak pecking at the feathers.

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder.

He turned his head, his eyes at first being at a loss, and then he returned to the clarity.

...

Roy's ear was pressed against the wooden door and opened the witch hunter's senses.

The guards on both sides directly regarded him as air.

...

Center of the hall.

A huge rectangular table sat for more than ten guests.

The best-sized clothes made of silk, luxurious leather boots, and rings and necklaces all show their strong financial resources and noble identities.

King East Tursaik of Sintra, a man with a dark face, a hooked nose and a thick bear-skin cloak, sat on the chief's tall backrest throne, expressionless and calm.

However, fire flashed from time to time, and under his calm appearance, it seemed that volcanic anger was fostering.

His queen Carranser sat on the left, with her eyebrows and thin lips, and her straight nose showed a stubborn personality. Her fingers lightly buckled a jade necklace. The smallest piece of jade on the necklace was the size of a wasp. Her eyes slowly swept over all the guests present, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue.

Druid and archipelago magic consultant, Mossak of Skelliger, sits on the right side of the king.

He wore a black hat decorated with three antlers, with wide arms and round waists, a white beard hanging down to his chest, and a knife and a chisel on his face.

Uneasiness and worry flashed in the deep eyes.

He looked out the window and saw that the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, but a trace of dark traces like ink began to expand.

A storm is coming.

"Dear guests who have come from afar, the Sintra meeting has lasted for two months. I believe you have had enough of the hot and salty sea breeze and the annoying sunshine. Today, it is time to have a result."

"Everyone will express your opinion one by one." Easter gently tapped the armrest of the throne with his right hand, "Starting from the ambassador of Skelliger..."

The druid with wide arms and round waist stood up, bowed to everyone, and said loudly,

"Your Majesty, your brother, the ruler of Skelliger, King Bran, agreed to the request of the two nations to join forces."

"Once the southern barbarians stationed on Mount Amel enter the north and invade Sintra's territory. King Bran will send Skelij's invincible fleet to assist His Majesty in fighting the outsiders together!"

Everyone at the dining table nodded, but their expressions did not change much.

The king of Sintra, Easter, and King Bran of the Islands, are brothers. The people of the Islands have always had a clear distinction between love and hate, and are upright in temper. It is just reasonable to send troops to support them.

East smiled at the woman beside her, revealing her white teeth, and turned her eyes to a bald man with two horns and slightly fat under the table.

"Ambassador Crody, what do you think of Sintra's defensive league?"

"Ahem, I am so frightened that I can be invited by Your Majesty and the Queen, especially in the past two months. I feel that Your Majesty is so kind that I cannot repay you. After this return, I will do my best to convince His Majesty Evil to send Viden's army to assist Sintra in resisting the invaders of Nifgad!"

"Crody can't give a correct letter?" Carranser frowned, and a hint of anger flashed across his charming face. "It's not enough for your Majesty to think for two months?"

“Did Eville still be upset about what happened last year?”

Karanss sighed in his heart.

As a vassal state of Sintra for a long time, Viden has been under the protection of Sintra, but has continued to develop in recent years and has become increasingly uncontrollable.

But Viden dared to be careless at such a critical moment because of a major incident last year - Princess Cialis missing for no reason while heading to Nastrog's engagement with Prince Christine.

Although Mossack later took her back from Brockleon Forest.

But the engagement between Cili and Prince Christine was also painted with a rest by Lanther.

The marriage between the two countries ended.

In addition, a relative of King Widen, Governor Fesnett, who was responsible for taking over the bride, is still missing. Everyone speculated that he was killed in the primeval forest by the tree spirit.

Because of these two reasons, Eville, the king of Widen, refuted Sintra's call in a roundabout way.

"Don't dare! Lord Eville has always been grateful for the respect of his two majesties. If he hadn't been sick, he would have come to see him in person." Ambassador Wilden lowered his head and knelt on one knee in front of his two majesties. He spoke with emotion and crystal clear from the corners of his eyes.

"However, in recent years, Weiden has been unable to protect himself, with civil strife and bandits everywhere..."

"Okay, no need to explain!" Easter waved his hand to stop Ambassador Crody's speech, unable to hide his disappointment. The people on the land were not as straightforward as the islanders. "You go back and inform Eville, Sintra and Viden are the head and tail of the search ship. If we sink, how can Viden survive?"

"I believe he is definitely not a short-sighted person!"

Easter's eyes turned to his hands... with a beard hanging from his waist, gray-haired, but handsome Ambassador Fedor, who represented Leria and Livia's queen Miwei.

"I have been honored and proud to attend this meeting in the past two months, to see His Majesty Carranser's face and to listen to His Majesty East's earnest teachings...but my decision has not changed from beginning to end."

"The territory of Leriya and Livia is too far from Sintra... It is really difficult to travel a long distance. His Majesty Miwei will not consume so much financial and material resources because of your blood relationship with the Queen, because of an undetermined threat."

Easter leaned his head to the back of the chair and closed his eyes, his face gloomy, while Karanser smiled at the ambassador and his eyes narrowed.

She knew Miwei's temper very well and her stubbornness was no less than that of herself.

It’s useless to ask for more.

Feodor's tone changed, "Unless the relationship between the two countries becomes more unbreakable. Prince Wilm is not married yet, and is about the age of the noble Princess Cirila, has an equal status and a matching appearance, which is simply a match made in heaven."

The name of Cili is like a signal.

The remaining messengers looked over with bright eyes.

Karanser's husband Easter is old.

Sintra only recognizes the male heir, so sooner or later the power of the state will fall into the hands of the little princess Xili's husband.

The reason why many small countries send people to participate in this meeting is to strive for the position of the little princess husband who is not yet married.

"If the two Majesties agree to this marriage, His Majesty Miwei will definitely do its best to send troops to support him!" Feodor bowed and bowed his head.

Istrian grabbed his wife's hand and shook her head.

"Since that accident last year, Karanser and I have made a decision to hold a son-in-law selection meeting when Xili is fifteen years old."

"Not considering it for the time being."

The king of the Republic of Islands spoke firmly, and his iron-cast eyes slowly swept past all the ambassadors present, and more than half of them lowered their heads.

There was a moment of dullness in the conference room.

Then, Easter asked the views of small countries such as Soden, Bruger, etc. one by one.

The answers received were all ambiguous, neither rejecting nor accepting, but they could not count on them anyway.

Some people claim that the south is invading.

If Niphgad wants to advance north, his army must first pass through the Manada Valley southeast of Sintra. If Sintra defeats the invading army in the valley, there is no need for any alliance.

If the king who lost to them was sent, he would send troops!

Karanser couldn't help but sneer in his heart. There was no doubt that Sintra was defeated, and they would only distance themselves from their relationship and let them perish.

Yet no matter how the two Sintra rulers expressed their stakes.

Everyone here is a foolish statement.

Karanser even dared to conclude that they would never really convince the king after they returned. He couldn't help but feel bitter and cursed in his heart.

"A group of ungrateful wolves! Without any shame, I enjoyed Sintra's kind hospitality for two months, received a lot of benefits, and did not give up any effort!"

Easter's eyes turned to the last person on the long table, Toustente's Grand Duke of Raymond, a handsome man with black hair, tall figure and elegant demeanor.

The only ruler who came to the meeting in person.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being powerless... Tosent originally belonged to Nifgaard. Although it was only a nominal relationship, we could not openly oppose our sect leader."

"What's more, my wife Henry Yeta has a relative relationship with the current emperor..."

"Raymond, I remember you didn't say that a week ago..." Easter stroked his beard with his hands, and anger appeared on his face. "You kept claiming that if Nifgad invades Sintra, you will immediately betray this robber-like country! You will never provide any help to them!"

"I can't decide this..." Raymond refused calmly, "half of Toustente is managed by my wife Henry Yeta. I need to go back and discuss it with her before I can give you a reply."

…

"This is just an excuse." Karanser's words became cold, and she was full of anger, and finally couldn't stand the capricious politicians.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Since Your Excellency Raymond respects your wife so much, why did you find no less than five mistresses in Sintra in just two months?"
To be continued...