The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 The residence of the Dawn Empire, in a rather luxurious and solemn building.

　　 "Your Majesty, your plan this time is a bit too impulsive."

　　 Niels sat opposite Caesar Charles and said in a low voice.

　　 "Does the teacher think so?"

　　 Caesar poured two cups of black tea casually, put down the teapot in his hand, and asked rhetorically with a smile.

　　 Niels sighed, his head slightly lowered, "I understand what your Majesty thinks, and I know this is indeed a very good time."

　　 "But your Majesty, those people like Alec, are not characters who can easily fool the past!"

　　 Niels didn't mean to hold up the cup of black tea in front of him, leaning forward slightly, and said sincerely.

　　 Regarding the oppressive posture of the opponent, Caesar was very relaxed and natural, as if all this was just like a breeze blowing on his face, without waves or waves.

　　 "I know."

　　 Caesar picked up the black tea and nodded, the pale white water vapor rising up, illuminating his face hazily, with a somewhat mysterious color.

　　 "But it is impossible for them to give up this opportunity."

　　 "I gave them a reason and a chance. If this can be endured, I will admit it."

　　 The low and deep voice spread in this small tea room, with an incomprehensible charm.

　　 But in the end, it ended with a chuckle.

　　 "However, they don't seem to have such patience."

　　 "In other words, even if they have been beaten, their long standing high has made them forget what awe is."

　　 "Although there is a **** storm and thorns everywhere, they still hold their heads arrogantly and stride forward without any ambition."

　　 "Heh, do you really think that this huge country is already a paradise for them?"

　　 Caesar sneered, eyes cold, with a biting killing intent.

　　 Head up, drinking tea.

　　The hot tea dropped from the throat like a wire of fire, ironing the lungs, but it did not dissolve the cold killing intent like ten thousand years of ice on the extreme north ice sheet.

　　 Niels lowered his head and was silent, his eyes faintly looking at the rising white mist in front of him, as if he was thinking about the philosophy of the world.

　　 "Well, sir, I know you are old and stable and don't want to be so aggressive."

　　 "But at this time, it's better to be decisive and sharp."

　　 Caesar put the tea cup down gently and said meaningfully.

　　 "Yes, I understand."

　　 Niels nodded and spit out these words.

　　 He did understand.

　　 What Caesar needs now is not to analyze the loopholes of this plan for him, to demonstrate the feasibility of the plan, and to put forward a rebuttal to him.

　　 He just needs Niels to help him make the plan go without mistakes.

　　 Caesar said decisively and neatly. It is not so much the two people's views on this matter, but rather to remind the other party that this matter is already an arrow from the string and cannot look back.

　　 "Thank you, teacher."

　　Caesar nodded, filled his tea, and Caesar raised his glass again.

　　 "Sure to live up to your majesty's expectations."

　　 Niels straightened his back, looked solemn, cupped in both hands, and responded seriously.

　　 Click!

　　 Watching Niels disappear into the tea room, Alan's eyes could not help but become far away, as if the vast starry sky hides endless mystery.

　　DiDi!

　　 Suddenly, after two rapid sounds, a three-dimensional three-dimensional magic projection array was also spontaneously activated, showing a figure in front of Caesar.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　The person who appeared, dressed in a black combat uniform, bowed and saluted to Caesar.

　　 "Troop, how is the situation?"

　　 "Return to your Majesty, the situation is good, and there are no accidents yet."

　　 Hearing Caesar's question, the figure that had crossed over half of the universe projection also raised its head, and replied with a solemn expression.

　　 His identity is the only reformist who has stayed at the headquarters of the Dawn Empire Executive Department so far, Tropp Green.

　　 "That's good, pay attention to the concealment of the action, don't let them grab the foot of the horse."

　　 Caesar nodded in satisfaction.

　　 "Yes."

　　Troop salutes again, and every move is in compliance with the norms, revealing the respect from the heart.

　　 "If you need it, you can ask Master Lane in Gloria City for help."

　　 Caesar thought for a while, but still exhorted.

　　 "I understand."

　　 Tropp nodded and replied seriously.

　　 "Master Lane, I can trust him, and he has absolutely no problems."

　　 "Although Master Lane was imprisoned in the North because of the original incident, he was not allowed to leave."

　　 "But this action happened to be in the north, and it was Master Lane's home court."

　　 "If you want to come, he will be very happy to have such a hands-on opportunity."

　　 There was a smile at the corner of Caesar's mouth, but it was inexhaustibly cold and indifferent.

　　 The eyes are like swords and swords, and they are full of coldness, and the killing intent is dazzling like the light of a sword.

　　 "I see."

　　Troop didn't ask much, but agreed very submissively.

　　 "Well, pay close attention to the progress of the incident, and report to me immediately if anything happens."

　　 Caesar seems to be in a bad mood, and he is not interested in talking, just a simple sentence directly cut the connection with the circle.

　　……

　　 This alien planet, chosen by Caesar and others as the venue for the competition, is not small, and it can even be called a huge and boundless, vast expanse.

　　 Even the huge plain chosen by Caesar and the others is at least millions of square kilometers in size.

　　The area currently used by Caesar and the others is just the tip of the iceberg.

　　 At this time, in the corner of this vast plain, in a grassland with high grass and no knees.

　　 Alec and others, who had been discussed by Caesar and others before, were walking like an outing.

　　 There are not many people, there are only three people in the total, but no matter which one it is, it is a reputable existence in the empire, and even its actual control and influence over the empire is definitely one of the best.

　　 In addition to Alec, Duke of Cold Iron, who is the leader of the old school, there is also Count Dennis Christian, who is the helm of the neutral faction.

　　 And the other one, although the apparent position in the empire is indeed somewhat insufficient, but the strength in the dark is enough to support it to a position that is not inferior to the two.

　　Milok Dracula, the patriarch of Dracula, the head of the eight clans of the blood clan, the representative of the blood clan on the bright side of the empire.

　　 "Dennis, what do you think of Caesar's performance now?"

　　 Alec walked slowly, with a leisurely posture, and seemed to just ask in a casual chat.

　　 However, his posture would be more credible if he ignores the layer after layer of the package next to them, and cannot be tightly guarded against eavesdropping and shielding.

　　 "Your Majesty takes the lead, leads by example, and wins honor for the empire. Isn't it good?"

　　 For Alec's question, Dennis seemed to be unaware of anything, and replied with a smile.

　　 "Mr. Mylock, what do you think?"

　　 Before Alec asked, Dennis threw the pot very decisively and threw the topic directly on Mellock.

　　 "The magic wave restarts and the great world is back. At this point in time, your Majesty wants to show off his strength, frighten the emperor at home and abroad, and increase his prestige. Isn't this a normal thing?"

　　 However, Mylock is also a very difficult guy. Knowing the difficulty of this problem, he spoke a lot of smoothly, but he did not expose his true thoughts at all.

　　 Seeing that these two people were pretending to be deaf and dumb, and didn't mean to pick him up, Alec couldn't help but change his face.

　　 is not saying angry, but thinking about how to make the two cooperate.

　　 However, after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to go straight ahead.

　　 "Okay, since everyone can come together, it means that we are all the same in some ways."

　　 "Even if there are disagreements or objections, it is more common interest."

　　 "So let's see each other frankly, don't talk about it anymore."

　　 Alec stopped and looked intently at the two of them. His eyes were calm, like a deep ancient well, but with a deep sense of oppression like a prison.

　　 Upon seeing this, Dennis and Mellock glanced at each other quietly, and began to think seriously.

　　 After a while, Dennis raised his head and said with a smile.

　　 "Why, do you have any plans lately?"

　　 "What I need is an answer, not you asking me questions."

　　 Alec's eyelids closed slightly, but his indifferent eyes were sharp instantly, as if endless swords burst out in an instant, and the sharpness was compelling.

　　 "Alec, are you accustomed to being aloof and you haven't figured out the situation."

　　 "I am not your submissive guy, but the same existence as you."

　　 "If you continue to communicate with me with this attitude, I feel that I have nothing to say."

　　 Dennis squinted at Alec, and said with a smile without a smile, his tone full of jokes and playfulness.

　　 Of course, the most important thing is the arrogance and arrogance carved into the bones.

　　 Although Dennis showed it, he always shows a friendly image with a smile.

　　 But this does not mean that his arrogance in his bones is much less than that of Alec who is in charge of the old school.

　　 A strong man who was born as a shabby aristocrat and reached the position of the highest leader of the neutral faction, how could he not have his own pride, and how could he not care about his face.

　　 "I just think that the recent movement of Caesar is the focus we should pay attention to. The others are not important."

　　 After a long silence, Alec said in a low voice.

　　 Although he did not expressly apologize, in a sense, this sentence is enough to show his attitude.

　　 This is also the biggest concession Alec can make.

　　 After all, his identity and dignity make it impossible for him to really bow his head to apologize.

　　 Dennis also clearly understood this, so he nodded his head happily, and didn't say much.

　　 Then, in the tacit understanding between the two, they turned the previous page and directed the topic in the original direction.

　　 However, it may be because the conflict has just been resolved, and I feel that something is wrong.

　　 The two did not directly communicate, but cast their gazes on Melok who pretended not to exist in the previous time.

　　 "Two people......"

　　 Mylock smiled, seeming to want to say something.

　　 But before he could finish talking, Alec started off first.

　　 "Mylock, the results your people have achieved in the competition this time don't seem to be very good?"

　　 Hearing this, Mellock was a bit less calm in talking and laughing, and his expression became a little reluctant.

　　 "The players participating in this competition are all elites from all countries and arrogances of all races. I'm very satisfied with the honor that I can get now."

　　 "Besides, you are all part of the empire, so what do you share with me."

　　 "Although our results are not good, the results of the Empire are still quite good."

　　 "Fortunately so, otherwise, we would be ashamed of ourselves."

　　 Mylock said, he couldn't help lowering his head slightly, his pale complexion was very suitable to be dyed a bit of redness, as if what he said was really true.

　　 "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Mellock is also loyal to the empire. We thought that you wanted to use this opportunity to make the blood clan famous and pave the way for the reconstruction of the vampire empire!"

　　 Dennis looked at Mellock and said meaningfully.

　　 "How can it be, it is all rumors, our blood is loyal to the empire, how can it be that kind of treason."

　　 Mylock shook his head vigorously, pulling out afterimages in the air so fast, expressing his loyalty with all his strength.

　　'S face also showed a little anxious sweat just right, and seemed to be angry that his sincerity had been questioned.

　　 "That's good, that's good."

　　 The smile at the corner of Dennis's mouth did not converge, and the deep meaning in his eyes did not disappear.

　　 However, he did not continue to ask questions, but nodded as soon as he saw him.

　　 In the process, Alec didn't say a word beside him, but this silence put Dennis even more pressure.

　　 made his heart sink a lot.

You should know that the existence of kinship and necromancers that have been discriminated against and hostile in the past years has only truly begun to integrate into the empire during the reign of Charles VII in the past 100 years~www.readwn. com~Before this, they often existed in this country as targets, enemies, or outsiders whose faces and hearts were at odds.

　　 is neither familiar nor accepted by others.

　　 And the old school leader Alec, who has the same treatment as the country, is also contaminated to a large extent by the attitude of his father's generation towards these things.

　　 is not my race, their hearts must be different!

　　 Therefore, Alec looked at Milok silently during the exchange between the two.

　　 is not only to show favor to Dennis, but to restore the previous bad influence.

　　 There is also the instinctive habit engraved in blood.

　　 "It seems that everyone seems to have some arrangements recently?"

　　 Alec's indifferent expression suddenly melted, and he said with a tentative smile.

　　 "How do you say?"

　　 Dennis did the necessary cooperation for a qualified support.

　　 "The Continental Congress of Transcendents has just passed. If you have no response, I really want to doubt how the neutrals have survived for so many years."

　　 Alec didn't give any amazing reasoning, he just raised his eyelids, and replied with some disdain.

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