"Gululonglong..."
The heavy gilded four-wheeled carriage, pulled by six tall black horses, and controlled by Kong Wu's strong young groom, quickly passed through the city gate, drove into the city, and headed towards the city hall in the center of the city, with the rest behind it. The carriage followed closely.
In front of the city hall, Salin's management had stood at the door to welcome him, waiting for the carriage to arrive. After all, Sarin is indeed part of the alliance in name, and the alliance should pay attention to it if it sends people to it openly.
However, Richard, the lord, did not attend the welcome ceremony as expected. The leader was Jasmine, who had the actual status of deputy lord, followed by Jasmine's subordinates, ministers of various departments, etc.
The breeze was blowing, and Jasmine was standing at the steps in front of the city hall in a sky-blue dress. She was squinting as her subordinate, the witch Sue, told her about the situation of the honorary Duke Cyril Sack.
"Princess, according to the intelligence, this Cyril Sack has always been kind to others during his time in power and has no political enemies. That's why he can survive in the palace for so long and can retire smoothly. In addition, because of his age, the opponent's personality They should be more docile. If there are no accidents, we will probably not face any difficulties when we receive the other party this time. Maybe... Xia Ya sent the other party here just to ease the relationship with our Sarin? "
"I hope..." Jasmine opened her lips lightly and looked at the road ahead. She twitched her eyelashes and said, "Here we come."
Sure enough, the next moment, the sound of "rumbling" wheels came, and a huge motorcade appeared in sight.
The leading carriage drove near the city hall and stopped slowly. The coachman jumped out and set up the wooden bench inlaid with silver patterns. The front carriage door opened with a creak, and Cyril Sack stepped out.
Cyril Sack wore a dress with gold patterns and silver edges, and a pair of crystal-polished monocles. A gold chain of more than ten centimeters slipped out of his breast pocket. Anyone who knows anything knows that the end of the gold chain is connected to the latest and most precious gold-case "gold needle pocket watch" made by Sarin. Even in Sarin, the place of production, the price is extremely high. If it is sold elsewhere, The price should at least triple.
Cyril Thacker has white hair and deep wrinkles on his face, but his light blue eyes do not reveal any signs of aging. They are more kind and wise, making people think of the man who enlightened life at a glance. A wise man can't help but feel good.
Reaching out to gently support the carriage, Cyril Sack stepped on the wooden bench, stepped out of the carriage with a smile, and looked at the Salin management who greeted him. After scanning everyone, his eyes fell on Jasmine.
Jasmine came up to meet him, stretched out his hand and said, "Your Excellency, Duke Sack, I am Jasmine, the deputy lord of Shalin. Welcome to Shalin."
In her opinion, since Cyril Sack was willing to wear a pocket watch produced by Sarin in such a scene, it meant that he had some affection for Sarin. The other party followed Sarin's request and left the accompanying soldiers outside the city. In a specific camp, it can also be considered as evidence. Maybe Su guessed right, Xia Ya wanted to ease the relationship, so she sent the other party. According to Richard's instructions, Sarin is very willing to let things develop in this direction, and they must try their best to cooperate with the other party, so it is reasonable to show enthusiasm.
When Cyril Sack saw Jasmine stretching out a friendly hand, he blinked and extended his hand too, a little slowly. He stretched out his hand and said, "I also thank you for your welcome... It's just..."
Halfway through, Cyril Sack's tone changed, he looked at Jasmine and said, "It's just that, to be honest, Lord Richard should be the one to welcome me. As for you... Ms. Jasmine, I've heard about you, What you have done in the past three years is indeed the work of a lord, but after all, you are not the lord of Sarin.
You have no recognition from the alliance, no title from the alliance, and you are not even a member of the alliance, but the princess of the Sika Kingdom. Speaking of which, I feel a little wrong when I, an Alliance member, come to the territory of an Alliance hero and shake hands with a Sika person.
Don't get me wrong, Ms. Jasmine, I'm not discriminating against your status. In theory, you have the blood of the Sika royal family, which can only be matched by royal members of the alliance, but it is indeed a bit inappropriate. So, let me not shake this hand, and let me simply thank you and the others for the welcome. "
Cyril Sack slowly stretched out his hand, stopped when he was about to touch Jasmine, and then returned to his side. Although there was still a smile on his face, in Jasmine's eyes, Cyril Sark's face was no longer kind and was full of ugliness.
No matter how much information you have, or how friendly you appear, it doesn't matter. What your attitude is can be roughly determined by just one meeting... Jasmine curled her fingers, then retracted her hand, forced out an understanding smile, and faced Cyril... Sack said: "In that case, let's do what the honorary Duke wants. Excuse me, honorary Duke Sack, is there anything you want to do next? I can take you to visit the city of Atlanta, or go to where you feel. Interesting place."
"This is not urgent." Cyril Sack continued to smile, "I am more curious about what Lord Richard is busy with and why he didn't come. Is there something delayed?"
"Sorry, Honorary Duke, I don't know about this either. Maybe if you see Lord Richard, you can ask him personally." Jasmine said.
"Then I want to see Lord Richard today and plan to talk to him about my coming to Sarin this time and what His Majesty will tell me. Is that okay?" Cyril Sack asked in a tactful tone. The meaning in his words was a bit forceful, "After all, this is what His Majesty has assigned. I don't have much thought to do anything else before it is completed."
Jasmine pursed her lips, looked at Cyril Sack and said, "Since the Honorable Duke wants to see Lord Richard, I will definitely tell him, but... I really don't know the specific situation of Lord Richard now. So I can’t give you an exact answer right away.”
"In that case, please take me to the reception desk first. I will wait there until Lord Richard is free to meet me." Cyril Sack said.
"Okay, then I will send the Honorary Duke to the reception desk."
"Thank you, Ms. Jasmine." Cyril Sack nodded with a smile, turned around and stepped on the wooden stool to get on the carriage.
The horse Friso put away the wooden stool, jumped on the carriage, grabbed the horse's reins with both hands, and looked straight at Jasmine. Cyril Sack's entourage in the carriage behind also looked together, as if Jasmine had really become a special guide at this moment.
Jasmine felt a little irritable in her heart, but after poking the palm of her hand with her index finger, she didn't turn away and tried her best to keep smiling.
"Okay, please follow me." Jasmine said loudly and walked to the side.
"Grumbling..." The convoy followed.
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