The situation in the Dawn Royal Capital has been fluctuating a bit lately, and even Yoko, who doesn't care much about political affairs, can feel it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ever since the new king ascended the throne, the streets were filled with guards raiding the houses, the rebellion of the border lords was most often talked about in the taverns, there were many fewer exotic goods at the fairs, and even the caravans under his name were temporarily suspended from the transport of slaves.

Hill told him that Ampein Moya had not only taken all the slaves of the Wolfheart, but also granted them the status of freemen—a good deed, but it hindered His Majesty Roland's plans.

Yoko didn't have any opinion on this, the caravan was provided to him by Denise, and the slave's capitation fee was also a business, and he could earn a little bit of money, and it would not be painful to lose it. As long as he is an ambassador of the Grey Castle, such benefits will always come to his door.

There has been new progress in the alliance.

On the third day after Ampein's coronation, he was summoned to the royal palace to answer the new king's detailed inquiries about the covenant. And after the news of the church's crushing defeat in the Cold Wind Ridge reached the royal capital, Ampein happily pressed his own handprint on the covenant.

This can be regarded as the official completion of the first task assigned by His Majesty.

But that night, Hill poured cold water on him.

"This covenant has come too late, and I'm afraid it's no longer working. He remembered what the guards had said, "And the new king's attitude towards witches is likely to cause His Majesty to resent them, as evidenced by the last Tifeko who did so, so you should keep this parchment as a souvenir." 」

Roland Wimbledon's regard for witches is well known, but to say that he broke his covenant with his neighbors because of witches?

What's more, how the Lord of Dawn manages this kingdom is his freedom, even if His Majesty is disgusted, what can he do, the Moya family has been the ruler of the Dawn Kingdom for generations, and no one else can interfere in it at all.

Of course, no matter what, he was still on the side of his old friend—a witch was such a beautiful and outstanding person, and he didn't look like a devil's minions.

Joko shook his head and put these miscellaneous matters behind him, he was just an ambassador, and he could honestly convey His Majesty's intentions, as for the fluctuation of the situation and the change of political affairs, it had nothing to do with him.

While it was still early, he planned to meet Denise before deciding on tonight's entertainment.

Just as he was about to leave, the eldest son of the Rossi family suddenly came to the door.

Joko secretly said that this guy had never brought good news, the previous letter claimed to be related to the survival of the Grey Keep, and later shouted that the new king and his childhood were like two people, every piece of information was a headache, and if it wasn't for Hill's insistence on maintaining this relationship, he really wanted to turn a blind eye to Otto Lossi.

After calling Hill for the first time, he welcomed the other party into the living room.

"Do you have news from the palace to convey to Your Majesty?"

"Not yet," Otto poured himself a cup of tea, "do you have any arrangements for the evening?"

"Yes. Not yet, but Joko wants the other party to retreat, and Denise will take him to enjoy the snow, and Otto will only keep him awake at night.

"Then push it off, I want you to do me a favor," he said, handing over a black letter.

Joko opened it and found that it was an invitation letter, and the signature was a pitch-black dragon head, exactly the same as the pattern printed on the golden dragon.

After reading it, he shook his head, "You want me to accompany you to the exhibition? I don't have the money to bid for you." ”

Denise had taken him to this kind of fair a few times, and the things he bought were indeed rarer than the other, but the prices were also exaggerated, and the prices of thousands of gold dragons abounded, and he didn't know where the merchants who had made a lot of money had scavenged for so much money.

"You don't have to worry about money," Otto said as he drank his tea, "and by helping me this time, you're helping your majesty." ”

"Tell me?" said Ciel, who was sitting next to him.

"I heard that there was a witch among the items in this auction," he whispered.

Hell, he knew that there was nothing good, Joko secretly slandered himself, everyone knew that the new king was catching witches, if he was usually there he would have gladly go, but at the moment he really didn't want to wade into this troubled water, "Aren't these people afraid of angering His Majesty Ampein Moya?"

And the three great families should be closely united around the king, why do you feel that you don't want to support his decree at all? It's just that this sentence is hidden in Joko's heart, and he doesn't say it directly.

"Glowing City is the territory of the Moya family, but there are places he can't reach," Otto shrugged.

"Could it be that this show is run by rats?"

"A rat wouldn't be a rat if he had the money to do it," Hill said calmly.

"You're right," Otto nodded approvingly, "the show is less formal, but it's still a group of the most powerful local merchants, who call it 'black money' and often sell things that are not easy to see, of which slaves are the majority." ”

"The slave market is open every day in the outer city," Joko questioned, "what is there to hide and sell?"

"You'll understand when you see it. ”

"Maybe I can call the Peyton family along?" his curiosity had been stirred up, but he didn't want to be completely led by the other party.

"You're talking about the businesswoman who is with you all the time? she can't get in," Otto said, "and the 'black money' entry requirements are the strictest of all fairs, and she's famous, but not qualified." ”

"Do you want to buy that witch?" said Ciel, changing the subject.

"It's not me, it's Mr. Ambassador," Otto pointed at Joko, "The Losi family is too close to the Moan royal family, and it's inconvenient for me to make a direct move, and it's easy to understand that the Greykeep ambassador wants to taste something new." I'll pay for it, and I hope you'll send her to His Majesty Roland's domain—and with the trade route you've opened, you should be able to travel all the way without hindrance if you have the protection of the Ambassador. ”

"But the slave trade has been suspended," said Silve, spreading his hands, "and I don't know when it will resume." ”

"You can ship some other merchandise, just hide the witch in the convoy. ”

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because...... An old friend," Otto hesitated, "she's also a witch, and I thought she had fallen off a cliff to her death, but I didn't expect to see her in the west of Greykeep." His Majesty Roland Wimbledon has told me that every witch is too precious to be compromised in the vicious rumors of the Church, and I would like to find her a few more companions. ”

"Well, let me be—" Joko was still considering an excuse when Hill Fox shook Otto's hand.

"I see, I'll leave this matter to Mr. Ambassador. ”