While waiting for the decision, Lorraine and her group gathered in the back garden of the Executive Hall.

There is no scenery in the garden. After all, the Shek, who was hanged by Lorraine, is just a mountain king in a poor place. He has no assets or taste.

But today's weather is good, with the wet sea breeze blowing the streets, and the bright sunshine makes people cheerful both physically and mentally.

Aziz walked to Lorraine with a glass of wine.

"Beautiful words, my great Mr. Chairman, as a Muscat, I was almost moved to tears just now."

"Don't be sarcastic, Aziz." Lorraine gave him annoyed look, "Or what do you want me to say? Those who follow will prosper, those who go against will perish?"

"I thought I would see a performance that was arrogant at first and respectful at the end." Aziz was choked to death, "I never expected that you would actually dress yourself up as a bystander."

"It's not a bystander, but a sergeant." Lorraine corrected, "I'll kick the curtain and let it develop. The tragedy of the port I can be three-pointed with the two dead Sultans, but the rest of the live dramas that happened in Muscat did have nothing to do with me."

"How to say... If I had control of things, the development might be more clever and the movement would be smaller."

Aziz was deeply impressed by the last sentence.

He raised his glass to Lorraine: "Major General Kazakh I know is a smart man, but he has his own problems, or the problems of the Kazakh family. They are used to being suspects and evil people, and the positioning you gave him this time obviously makes him useless."

"That's his problem."

Lorraine glanced at Roy with a look, who was stunned to face a clump of desert roses.

"A qualified leader is not afraid to be a bad person, but when he can be a good person, few people will choose to stand on the villain's position."

"I believe he will figure it out." Aziz said with a smile. "If you can't figure it out, Batinai will soon change to a new master, and the political and religious disputes between Muscat and Riaman will also be re-entered. That's all his fault..."

...

Three hours later, the group returned to the conference room.

There were many new faces in the spacious main hall. Eddie whispered that they were all prisoners of war from the Navy Department, six school officials and two generals.

Eddie also said that there were four generals in the prisoner-of-war camp, which shows that this call to seek intelligence was distinguished from the beginning by the experienced Manzeli.

Everyone returned to their respective seats and sat in turn, Lorraine still crossed her legs and folded her fingers.

"Okay, Your Highness, I want to hear your answer."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was full of solemnity.

Lorraine's tricks were completely beyond the expectations of the Omani people, but no one, including Manzeri, regarded this tricky question as part of the rhetoric.

They are the ones who are wrong.

A group of political animals racked their brains to guess the British's trump card and bottom line, but when things came to an end, they found that they had overlooked the most important issue.

From beginning to end, no one cared about the prince and the princess himself…

The little prince seemed to be frightened by the sudden silence. He shrank behind Princess Amina like a little rabbit, lowered his head and pulled the corner of the princess' skirt tightly, without saying a word.

Lorraine just waited quietly.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, the anxious Talar strides out and is about to speak...

"If someone snatches before the prince, whether it's talking or coughing, Batto, kill him."

Barto immediately took out his two guns that he never left, and slapped them in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Yes! Captain!"

Continue silently.

Talar, who opened his mouth, maintained a ridiculous posture and did not dare to move. Although Lorraine was just restricting them from speaking, he really couldn't guarantee whether his retreating action would be forcibly interpreted into some language.

He could only hope that Manzeri could come forward to save him like he did just now.

But he is destined to be disappointed this time.

Manzeri easily distinguished the seriousness of Lorraine's eyes that could not tolerate negotiation. It seemed that in Lorraine's view, the original intention of a six-year-old child was more important than the end-of-market gains of the entire invasion.

If you see through it, you won’t see through it.

Manzeri closed her eyes.

He closed his eyes, and the generals present were no longer confused about the marshal's opinions. Everyone closed their mouths and let them ferment silently.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The cold sweat had already covered Talar's gray and old face. He felt that he could not hold on anymore. He looked around with help and finally found the little prince.

Tick... Tick...

Lorraine stood up disappointedly and turned around. A timid voice suddenly caught up from behind.

"Sir, can you forgive my grandfather?"

Lorraine then laughed, and tilted her head with a smile: "When you speak, your grandfather will be saved. This is your power and no one needs to agree."

The little prince obviously understood half of it: "Power?"

“Yes, power.”

Lorraine waved her hand, and the little prince walked up boldly, staring at Lorraine's eyes, posing the solemnity that the child was unique to.

"Sir, can I order you to leave my country?"

"Not yet," Lorraine replied seriously, "because I'm stronger than you."

The little prince frowned: "But grandpa is stronger than me."

"No, he is much weaker than you." Lorraine squatted down and let the little prince face the Omani people. "See clearly these people, including your mother, are not as strong as you."

The cooperation has been confirmed.

The conversation between Lorraine and the little prince was like a special ceremony, which easily determined the primary and secondary relationship between the two parties in cooperation.

Next is obligations and rights, efforts and rewards. That is the battlefield for politicians. Of course, the young prince no longer participates. Even Lorraine has changed its representatives, mainly Carmen, and Eddie and Roy are deputy assistants.

Negotiations begin.

In the first round of negotiations, both sides determined that Milani Castle would become the base camp of the little prince. The first regiment of the National Defense Forces firmly supported the little prince to become the new sultan. After the little prince entered the palace, the entire division headed north to the Batinai area and did not make any demands on Muscat politics.

In the second round of negotiations, both sides determined that the little prince was renamed Sayed Ben Sultan to show his talent to rule the Omani. Lorraine needs to convince European forces to recognize and support the new Sultan's legal rule over the Omani kingdom. The new government will pay the reward. The specific matters will be negotiated with European forces after the new Sultan enters the palace.

In the third round of negotiations, the Drake Chamber of Commerce promised to release all prisoners of war belonging to the naval system during the war. The new government respected British law. Except for a few nobles and officers who atone for money, those who violated the law in prison camps would be transferred to labor reform, and the release time was postponed to the end of the sentence.

The fourth round of negotiations, February 4th...

Carmen leaned on the silk-wrapped soft couch, picked up a grape and put it on his mouth, neither eating nor sucking, but just slid it on his lips.

Manzeri's eyebrows sucked violently with the grape.

After several consecutive days of negotiations that were no less than a death battle, he had become completely familiar with his opponent.

Carmen Xavier, this beautiful and almost charming Spanish woman is a fierce general who charges in her bones. She is best at pincer attacks and likes to weave countless idle and messy topics into spider webs, making people unable to attack and unable to defend.

Playing with grapes is the loud battle call she used to attack. Yesterday, she played with grapes and forced 972 loyal, brave, and criminal navy soldiers from Manzeri's palm!

Manzelitten sat up straight, sitting upright without looking sideways. The members of the new government negotiation team behind him were all facing great enemies. What's ridiculous is that even Eddie and Roy looked silent.

Carmen is a believer of consequentialism. As long as he can achieve his goal, selling his teammates is easier than eating and drinking water for her...

"Ha, man..."

Everyone knows that the Queen has arrived.

Carmen lazily threw the grapes back on the plate, changed to another one, clamped them with slender fingers, as if he was enjoying a beautiful gem.

"Before the negotiations begin today, let me inform you of the good news I just received in the morning."

"The new government's righteous act has had an impact on the civilized world. Just two hours ago, the Dutch fleet held a flag-raising ceremony in the crossing of the waters of Jalari Castle."

"It was a volunteer team composed purely of militia, including two Brig ships, one Brigentine, with 420 sailors, and 400 Marines and 6 Marine guns."

"Their commander, Mr. Melidori, Todrake Chamber of Commerce, conveyed his concerns and greetings to those who uphold justice and care about the civilians."

"He said that in order to repay the begging for a kilometer of natural berth and twenty thousand acres of fertile land on Massilla Island, the Dutch would sing war songs on the battlefield in Muscat, and never die."

"Do you sing a war song for the sake of the coastline and land?" Looking at Carmen's beautiful eyes bent into crescent moons, Manzeri's veins almost exploded on the spot. "Please ask Manager Xavier to notify his friendly Dutch friends that the Sultanate cannot afford such a brave European friend!"

"That won't work..." Carmen dragged his long voice, "Mr. Melidori is my old friend. He is a little stupid and cowardly. Even if his kindness is trampled on, he can only leave with a curse."

"But please know, Mr. Marshal, the Dutch was the beginning of the entire European charity, and Mr. Melidori was responsible for the heavy responsibility, one of which was to build a barracks for the entire coalition."

“Drake has no obligation to criminalize four powerful nations for your government at the same time, especially without reason to turn against the Chamber of Commerce’s home country, Great Britain.”

"The one who has attained enlightenment is helpful, Mr. Marshal, I think you should be happy about the arrival of the coalition forces. After all... they may have tens of thousands of people."

Manzeri's face changed drastically.

He remembered that during the negotiations the day before yesterday, Carmen insisted on using vague words such as [European Force] in the memorandum.

Her explanation at the time was that Drake's General Asset Management Company and the African Branch were two financially independent companies, with different needs and negotiations that could not be generalized. Now it seems that it is a wedge for the legal intervention of the four European countries invading the war of aggression!

"Carmen Xavier, you are mean!" Manzerri trembled his throat, gritting his teeth with every note.

Carmen looked at him innocently.

"Today's negotiations have not begun, Mr. Marshal. What's more, just two drops of crocodile tears, how could you be so wise that you are not prepared at all?"

"I..." Manzeri took three breaths of cold air in a row, "What is the topic today, Manager Xavier? I promise, this time I will definitely see clearly..."

"Ha, man."
Chapter completed!