In the face of Cyril's extravagant reasons, the slightly inarticulate receptionist only used one excuse to reject all of them. That is, His Majesty the Great Wizard Li already knows about the visit of the Sun King's secret messenger. If he wants to meet Cyril, he'll naturally pass down the order. "
Dealing with a resourceful and eloquent person, one would either be more quick-witted and eloquent than him or be straightforward and as stubborn as a stone.
After racking his brains to say thousands of words but to no avail, the anxious Cyril finally could not suppress the anger in his heart and threatened, "Mr. Wali, I'm ordered by the Sun King to bring urgent information to His Majesty Wizard Li. If you delay the matter because of your stubbornness, do you think you can bear the terrible consequences arising from this?"
"Mr. Cyril, His Majesty the Great Wizard Li already knows about your visit. If he wants to see you …" The receptionist, who had long received the order from the Wizard Li herald, was not threatened by the Fran messenger at all. He did not know how many times he had used the same words to reply.
When Cyril saw that the skinny receptionist in front of him still remained unmoved even after he had given such a serious warning, he immediately realized that the simple treatment that he received was probably the result of the Wizard Li God's special order. His heart turned cold, and the irritation disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"There's a saying that goes' a weak country has no diplomacy. 'Looks like it's indeed the case." Remembering the courteous treatment that he received when he went to various countries when Fran was powerful, Cyril suppressed the anger and desolation in his heart and whispered, "Alright, in that case, I'll wait for His Majesty the Wizard Li to summon me. Please tell him that the matter is indeed urgent."
"Mr. Cyril, I'll convey your words to the Holy See Herald," Wali replied with a face that was as stiff as a slate. "Please wait patiently for a while. I believe His Majesty will summon you when he's free."
"He'll definitely summon me when he's free … Sigh, I hope that His Majesty the Wizard Li will have some free time soon." Being anxious and rude would only make things worse. Cyril gradually calmed down and said with a wry smile, "Then can I go out while I'm waiting for the summon?"
"Of course you can. All of your actions are very free. You can go anywhere. Besides, as a foreign envoy, you'll have a carriage on standby all day. If the travel expenses are not enough, you can also make a request and get an additional subsidy of five gold coins per day," Wali said meticulously.
"This condition is really good," Cyril was stunned for a moment before asking casually, "Is it because I'm the Fran King's messenger?"
"This condition is really good," Cyril was stunned for a while and asked casually, "His King's emissary.
The legal system had been perfected to the point that the reception and treatment of foreign envoys had been stipulated in detail, which meant that the stability of the regime had begun to allow the rulers to consider some minor issues. After Sweet Words probed out the information he wanted to know, the Fran messenger's heart became even colder, but he said calmly on the surface, "It's really a civilized decree.
"In that case, I won't disturb your mood anymore. I'll take my leave first, Mr. Cyril," The receptionist said and finally smiled politely. Turning around, he took a few steps and disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, the fallen Wizard Li mainland looked like it had become a theocratic country. Even though it was a little neglectful to the Fran envoy, its residence was very decent. It was an elegant manor located in the suburbs of the Sea of Sea of the Sea of Sea of the Sea.
However, no matter how quiet and pleasant the residence was, Cyril, who had a mission, had no intention to stay any longer. Since he could not see the Wizard Li God immediately, he would inquire about the information of the land shrouded by his faith so that he could know his enemy better. Soon after the receptionist left, he also left the manor in a hurry.
However, no matter how quiet and pleasant the residence was, Cyril, who had a mission, had no intention to stay any longer. Since he could not see the Wizard Li God immediately, he decided to inquire about the information of the land shrouded by his faith so that he could know his enemy better. Soon after the receptionist left, he also left the manor in a hurry.
In the next three days, the Fran envoy went out in the morning and returned at night to greedily learn about everything in the Sea of Sea of Sea of the Sea of Sea of the Sea.
The market that had not yet been fully restored but had already regained its vitality, the general public that spontaneously gathered at the temple to pray on time every day at dawn.
The Religious Knights patrolling the streets were well-equipped, and a small number of them were wearing the same armor as the elite barbarian warriors. It was as if they had a life of their own. It made him feel more and more that a new order had been established in the fallen lands.
On the morning of the fourth day, Cyril, who was standing on the steps of the manor with a heavy heart, ordered the servants to prepare the carriage as usual. A group of paladins in silver heavy armor surrounded a four-wheeled carriage with a simple 'L' drawn on the left and right sides of the carriage galloped to him.
When the servants of the manor saw the 'L' that symbolized the theocracy from afar, they hurriedly kneeled on the ground. Only Cyril raised his head with his chest puffed out and looked at the paladins and the carriage approaching rapidly, putting on a solemn look.
Unfortunately, when the paladins escorted the carriage to the Fran envoy, nobody appreciated his neither humble nor arrogant demeanor. The tallest and strongest chief paladin urged the dragon he was riding to take a step forward and looked down at Cyril before saying in a muffled voice, "Fran envoy, Cyril, the Great Wizard Li God summons you."
"It's my honor, Sir Chief Paladin!" The Fran messenger bowed politely, tidied up his clothes, and strolled into the carriage with a solemn expression. However, he was extremely surprised to find that on the wide seat wrapped in soft black leather in the carriage, there was already a young man with black hair that was casually tied up behind his head sitting on it.
His entire body froze as they looked into each other's eyes. An inexplicable premonition rose in his heart, but he did not dare to believe his own judgment. Cyril was stunned for a while and pretended to be calm as he asked, "May I know who you are, sir?"
"Mr. Cyril, since you've already guessed who I am, why do you have to ask so much?" The black-haired young man's smile became more intense as he pointed to the seat opposite him and said, "Please take a seat, the carriage is going to start moving soon."
Messenger Frant had imagined many scenes of meeting the Wizard Li's god in the past few days. He would not be surprised even if it was as good as a palace that was as magnificent as heaven, or as bad as a dark and gloomy cave deep underground. However, at this moment, when he saw this god who had a gentle attitude like an ordinary young man in an ordinary carriage, Cyril was so surprised that he was rendered speechless for a moment.
He sat opposite Zhang Lisheng as he was told and became silent for a long time before telling the truth with a wry smile, "Mortals really can't guess the manners and behavior of a god. Your Majesty, I really didn't expect you to be like this, and I didn't expect that you'd actually come to see me personally after deliberately giving me the cold shoulder for a few days."
"I didn't deliberately give you the cold shoulder. It's just that I've been busy gathering the think tanks to formulate the Race Code recently, so I don't have any free time," Zhang Lisheng said nonsensically. The meaning of his words was a little vague, but the four words' Race Code 'was enough to give people, especially smart people, a lot of room for imagination.
Sure enough, Cyril's eyes lit up right away as he subconsciously overturned his previous judgment. He seemed to want to ask, but he forced himself to endure it and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, as an envoy, I should perform my duty first.
I've brought His Majesty Otto's greetings to you. "
"Greetings?" Zhang Lisheng curled his lips meaningfully. "But I heard that His Majesty Sun King is discussing with the leaders of the mainland countries in the castle by the Green Lake in Rhilo Principality on how to drive me back to the sea."
"Your Majesty, the occupation of the Kattaman countries by the Hellfire believers under your command was initially regarded as a barbarian invasion. As the King of Fran, His Majesty Otto naturally has to perform his own responsibility in such a situation.
However, when he learned that the truth of the matter was a religious war carried out by a new powerful god to spread his faith, the Sun King felt that there was no need to be enemies with you. For this reason, he rejected the proposal of the Yassen King to form the mainland coalition forces to conquer you, "Cyril continued to babble," Because of this, he provoked the hostility of the Dignity King, but … "
"Alright, Mr. Cyril, the '100-year war' between Fran and Yassen is not a secret. Even if the Sun King joins the mainland coalition forces, the Dignity King will not respect his defeated opponent," Zhang Lisheng waved his hand to interrupt the Fran envoy's narration and said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me directly why the Fran King asked you to see me.
It can't be that he only wants to redeem his children, right? "
Cyril seemed to be at a loss for how to react to the Wizard Li's god expressing his emotions in such a human way. He was stunned again and pondered for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, even though the many years of tangled warfare have exhausted the power of the countries in the mainland, now that the Dignity King has won the 100-year war between Fran and Yassen and has become the uncrowned king of the mainland, his will cannot be violated. The formation of the mainland coalition forces is imperative.
However, the Sun King can guarantee that the Fran Kingdom and Fran's traditional allies and vassals will only send a small number of warriors symbolically to join the coalition forces to express their goodwill … "
The Fran envoy's words were not finished, but when Zhang Lisheng did not see him continue after waiting for a while, he knew that it was time for him to make some kind of promise. After pondering for a while, he pretended to be sincere and said, "Mr. Cyril, just like how mortals will not snatch away the rice and vegetable crumbs when they see the insects and ants carrying food on the muddy ground, as a god, I'm not greedy for the power of the mortal world.
What a god pursues is eternity, and what we need is faith. If the Fran King is willing to believe in me with the whole country, I can promise all of his conditions. "
The needs of gods and mortals were different, so there would not be a fundamental conflict between the two when they were seeking benefits. This common sense that had been tested several times in the history of the Green Leaf Mainland was the most crucial condition for Zhang Lisheng to lure Cyril into his trap.
In fact, if it was not for the fact that the young man had to completely control the Shrimp World No. 2 to fight against the Atlantis civilization, he might really be willing to support one or several monarchs to become his spokesperson so that he could save more effort to spread his faith throughout the mainland. However, right now, the Sun King's plan was destined to be a tragic tragedy.
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