You have to pat your chest to ensure his future life... Your schedule has been arranged, and your deputies and guards have also been arranged."

"Thank you for your concern, Master..." Lip replied, half grateful and half fearful, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't worry, you have tens of millions of soldiers supporting you, and those generals don't dare to do anything to you." Cohen continued, "But when it comes to details, you have to figure it out yourself, observe more, figure out more, and fundamentally

Avoid danger."

Lip knew that he had to fight no matter what, so he gathered his mood and answered the young master in a firm tone: "I understand!"

Cohen nodded with satisfaction and walked back to his seat.

"I brought you back, and you suffered a lot along the way. Even if you are unforgivable, I will not let you die in the hands of these people." Cohen took a wine glass, filled it with wine, and raised it in the air

: "Remember, every time you visit the next town, you will save many lives in our army and save many families who are destined to be separated. This glass of wine in my hand is not for a domestic slave, but for a domestic slave.

This is for my future foreign minister, do you dare to drink it?"

"I'll drink it!" Lip knelt over and took the meaningful glass of red wine from the young master's hands.

Slowly stood up and looked at the young master with grateful eyes. Lip drank the glass of wine, which meant that he bid farewell to his status as a domestic slave and moved towards his life goal. Lip told himself secretly in his heart,

I must complete the tasks assigned by the young master and prove my worth to everyone.

"After drinking this glass of wine, you will become an official and a noble, and you will have to raise your head and be a human being." Cohen suddenly glared at him and raised his voice: "What is the first thing I teach you?"

"The first thing the young master taught me is not to kneel to others at will!"

"As my domestic slave, you can't kneel down to others casually. As my minister, you have to protect more things." Cohen looked at Lip and his voice became very gentle: "I have given you more than just

The official position and title, as well as the personal honor and dignity given to you. Whether you can protect it and how you should protect it depends on you. If you can't meet my requirements, it will be useless for you to follow the carriage all your life.

"

"Yes, Master, Lip understands." Lip replied to Cohen and gradually puffed up his chest: "I am the Master's subordinate. Even if I go to the ends of the world, I will not lose the Master's face!"

"Okay, it seems you have learned a lot. The General Staff Officer will arrange everything for you after you get down, so you don't have to be nervous." Cohen laughed and then ordered: "To the outside world, you are the Deputy Foreign Minister, but with us,

You don’t have a position yet. After arriving in the Holy Capital, your position will be determined based on your performance. I won’t say much else, just go down and prepare.”

"Yes, Lip takes his leave." Lip saluted the three of them one after another: "Goodbye, gentlemen."

When Lip's figure disappeared, Cohen withdrew his gaze.

Martin couldn't help but curiously asked Cohen: "Your Majesty, do you value this Lip very much?"

"I can't say that I value him very much, but the timing of his appearance is better." Cohen laughed again: "These things have to be handled by the right people. This can be regarded as an attempt on my part."

"Your Majesty said that, so it's hard for me to ask." Martin nodded: "But His Majesty's personality changes very quickly. Can he still adapt to his forced suppression of his own personality?"

"It's not easy anyway." Facing Martin, Cohen told the truth: "But I think it's worth it. For a goal, I am willing to work no matter how hard it is."

"I just had a meeting with the chief, and it really shocked me." Carlos sighed: "Is this really the chief? This is a huge change."

After a few chuckles, Cohen got down to business with Carlos and asked about the Thirty-Six Tribes.

"Speaking of this, it's really incredible. I admired Dean Lorenzo before, but I didn't expect that he could really wear down those wealthy people." Carlos laughed: "Now! No wealthy people will run away anymore.

We complained to the Internal Affairs Supervision Bureau, and a few outstanding guys have become officials!"

"That's good. Is the passage we found on the dividing line between gods and demons still there?"

"It's still there. I have sent some troops to stay and manage, and the contact has not been interrupted." Carlos thought for a while: "Their report said that there are about ten miles of areas at both ends of the passage covered by plants, and there has been no

was discovered."

"There is one more thing you need to arrange early. Select some people from the thirty-six tribes and let them return to the dividing line between gods and demons." Cohen gently tapped his finger on the table: "I want to know the current dividing line between gods and demons.

How many people and villages are there from the 36 tribes in the world? If possible, get in touch with them."

"What's the use of this?" Carlos asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it for now. Let's get in touch later."

"OK."

"That's all for now. You two are busy with official duties, so I won't take up your time." Cohen stood up: "Grandpa Martin, I'll take you out."

Lip stood quietly by the wooden house, waiting for the arrival of the General Staff Officer. Rock stood opposite him, scanning Lip with unfriendly eyes. Their first meeting was not very friendly,

Although both men were loyal to Cohen, their conflicts were open and fierce.

After the initial panic passed, Lip put a warm smile on his face and tried to look back at the rock with calm eyes. But the rock didn't respond, and later simply turned away, too lazy to look at him again.

The general staff officer walked over with steady steps, and Lip took a few steps to greet him.

"No need." Carlos waved his hand: "Time is too tight, you come with me."

The two entered the large room where Carlos worked, and several people were already waiting by the door.

"Introduction, this is your escort captain, this one is your deputy, and you also have a dedicated intelligence system liaison officer." Carlos pointed at these people and asked his deputy to lay out the map: "

Let’s look at the map.”

"His Majesty the Emperor talked to me. Your mission area is in this area, which is all cities." A few people gathered around the table, Carlos waved his hand: "The rebels' periphery is probably these more than 20 large and small cities.

, these garrison troops have no status at all in the rebel army. They can all be said to be abandoned children whose parents do not want them. The liaison officer has detailed information about them. You can discuss it in detail on the road. As for what to do, you make your own decision.

.”

"Sorry, General Carlos, I can't read the map." Lip smiled apologetically: "Can you tell me how long it will take to walk around these twenty cities?"

"It would take a month to visit them all. I think you should know that is unrealistic. The date of our march is top secret, and you cannot know it based on your current position." Carlos pointed at the map with his finger: "Actually, we

I don’t expect you to take down all the cities. Here, here, here, these are the supporting points of the rebels’ outer defense. As long as you destroy any one of them, it will be helpful to us.”

"Okay, I've written it down." Lip recited the names of these cities several times in his mind: "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"You have to keep your eyes open and see as much as you can. There will be a battalion of troops following you, and people who will protect you secretly. As a means of bribery, you will also carry a large amount of coins and blank letters of appointment.

Carlos handed over a small bag: "Inside are your seal and noble emblem. His Majesty the Emperor asked me to tell you that he also has a glass of wine, waiting for you to come back to drink."

Lip opened the bag and looked at the contents, feeling excited.

"If you remember this, I will definitely finish it!"

"Then let's go!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency! I will take my leave."

Watching Lip leave the headquarters, Carlos shook his head slightly and turned around to go about his own business.

As the general staff officer, Carlos was not optimistic about Lip. He did not believe that Lip could achieve anything. In Lip's heart, he was also somewhat doubtful and confused about his mission.

Foreign Minister, what kind of position is this? I have never heard of it before? Could it be that what the adults have taught me these days is what a Foreign Minister must possess? But these are so simple that they can’t be simpler.

In terms of how you deal with things, might you seem a little too weak?

After putting on the splendid aristocratic attire and riding in a luxurious carriage equipped with four strong horses, Lip felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, but when he thought of the young master... no, when he thought of his Majesty, he felt a sense of hope.

And injected into this emotion of fear.

Since the young master asked me to do it, then do it! After all, I have chosen this life.

The carriage left the camp gate under strict guard. Through the carriage window, Lip watched the training ground hidden among the green mountains and green waters disappear at the end of the road. The fear in his heart gradually faded away. He ordered the guards beside the carriage to

, invite the adjutant and liaison officer in the other car over.

While the carriage did not stop, two young officials boarded the carriage. From their agility, Lip could tell that they were both soldiers.

"Hello, sir." The adjutant sat down opposite Lip: "Is something okay?"

"Of course." Lip gave a smile: "Our time is very tight. In order to complete the task, I want to know some things first."

"Excuse me, sir." The liaison officer responded with a salute: "We will tell you everything we know."

"Then let me ask you two to introduce yourself first, okay?" Lip said, using a rare humble tone: "As you know, this is the first time for me to receive such a mission, and it is also the first time for me and you two to do so.

Cooperate. My name is Lip, I used to be His Majesty the Emperor’s waiter, please remind me if I have done something wrong.”

"Sir, please don't say that. This is our first time. I am a scholar at the Dark Province Academy, and this is an officer in the Military Liaison Office." The adjutant replied with a smile: "We are both from the military."

"It's about the Minister of Foreign Affairs." Lip paused for a moment: "To tell you the truth, I actually come from the demon genus, and I never knew there was such an official position."

"It's nothing. Your concern is normal, because there is no such official position here in the divine genus." The adjutant actually already knew Lip's origin. When he heard Lip's confession, he couldn't help but feel more favorable towards him: "

When I was studying at the college, my instructor once said that no country has set up special official positions for diplomatic affairs. Generally, when encountering very important matters and having to communicate, they will send out an official with a suitable position.

The ministers will handle it. As for the usual exchanges between countries, that is monopolized by the temple."

"In terms of war, too?"

"Correct, if there is a war between the two countries, then the temple will definitely receive the news and come out to clean up the mess at the right time..."

Only then did Lip realize that the mission he had undertaken was more arduous than he originally thought, and he realized more about His Majesty the Emperor's expectations of him.

"So that's it. It seems we have to work harder!" Lip grabbed the map on the side and spread it out: "You two, let's take a look at our first prey. Liaison officer, you talk first.

This person’s character!”

"Okay, sir." The liaison officer leaned forward and said, "This is a small place. It is the first stone on the road for our army to advance. Its status is only equivalent to a lookout. No one in the rebel army should care about it.

Their life and death."

"This general must be very nervous!" Lip thought for a while: "Because his life will be over at any time."
To be continued...