Chapter 502 The Divine Inspiration of Irony

The next day, Mazov, who had changed into relatively clean and decent clothes, rode his horse to the Caledo Embassy. Male and female nobles from all walks of life flocked here, hoping to expand the scale of trade between the two sides, so as to make the drums more prosperous. The wallet you start with is bigger.

Mazov, who had the aura of a gangster, stood out in front of the door, which made the two soldiers on guard look at him and said, "What's the matter, Mrs. Kisli?"

"I want to visit Rachel, the head of the embassy." Mazov spoke in Elvish, which caused some changes in the eyes of the two soldiers.

Judging from the fierce temperament and the Elvish language with the accent of the Caledor Mountains, this Kislevian lady should be a mercenary who has recently retired. At least for the elves, a year is indeed not long.

Although the embassy soldiers did not participate in the New World War, they still knew that these barbarians had done a lot of things.

The soldier nodded to show his understanding and said, "Go to counter No. 4 and find the clerk. It should be faster."

Making an elven gesture of thanks to the soldiers, Mazov stepped into the embassy, ​​which was still green in the ice and snow. I used to be a little irritated by the green in Lustria, but now I feel particularly cherished.

His strong temperament automatically created an isolation field around him, and no one wanted to come within three steps. Even in a kingdom like Kislev where macho men frequently appeared, it was extremely rare for people to exude viciousness at all times.

Arriving at the empty counter No. 4, Mazov paid no attention to the people queuing in front of other counters. He tapped his fingers on the table to remind the sleeping elves to wake up quickly.

The elf behind the counter stretched out greatly. Counter No. 4 is usually used as a VIP reception desk, but it is also the most leisurely place. It takes a long time for there to be a person doing business.

Looking at the tough man in front of him, the young elf said feebly, "We are not recruiting mercenaries now. If you want to apply to go to Chulong Bay or Qingyan Port, then go to counter No. 2. We do not process relevant applications here."

"I am Mazov, the vice-captain of Misha Eagle, and I want to visit Ambassador Rachel." The Elvish language with a Caledorian accent made the young elf cheer up. After taking a look at Mazov, he guessed who it was.

The staff pressed the magic device and in less than half a minute, Rachel's answer came out, "The ambassador agrees to see you in twenty minutes, in the room on the left on the third floor."

Mazov nodded to express his understanding. After getting used to the procrastinating efficiency of Kislev officials, he suddenly saw the elves in Caledor and found that they were indeed very different. It can only be said that the national environment caused this, and the distribution of power and duties was not obvious. Make work efficiency extremely low.

He walked to the stone bench next to him and sat down, quietly waiting for the time to arrive.

Many things have changed. Since that vampire truly took control of the country, no one knows that Hetman, who now rules Erengrad, has also become a vampire. The four gods have spent a lot of money to help Kislev survive the Great Holy War. With too much power, the influence of the Orthodox Church is shrinking.

The Patriarch, who was supported by the elves and came to power nine years ago, was killed by the Norscans during a northern tour, but Mazov knew that this was the work of vampires hiding in the ice palace.

Prokin, who went to the city of Kislev, did not die. Instead, he was transformed into a vampire. As a loyal knight of the bloody tsarina, he accompanied him around, enjoying the blood of virgins and babies together.

After Caledor focused on the New World, its original influence in Erengrad was gradually infiltrated, and the actual controller of the city has become the Bloody Tsarina.

The seemingly peaceful and prosperous situation was maintained only because the Tsarina was afraid of Magnus and Imrik, and the two of them leading an army. No, or maybe the army is not needed to rush into the city of Kislev and burn a group of vampires to ashes.

Gettleman who turned into a vampire, the Patriarch who lacked pious faith, the people who became more and more suspicious of each other, and the number of ships with more and more people smuggling, all illustrate one thing, this kingdom is falling towards the abyss.

"Mazov, Mazov."

The staff's voice brought him back to his senses. He shook his head and cleared out the scene that had just appeared. He didn't expect that it would reappear here. It was really ironic that a Kisli lady received divine enlightenment at the Caledor Embassy.

"I heard it, I heard it."

In response to the staff member, he looked at the time on the clock and saw that eighteen minutes had just passed. He stood up and walked towards the stairs.

After knocking on the door and entering the room on the left side of the third floor, he saw an elf sitting on the sofa. He knew that it was difficult to judge the elf's age from his appearance, but based on his observations over time, this man seemed a bit calm. The elf must be about four hundred years old.

He rarely saw elves who were at least four hundred years old and had this kind of temperament.

Mazov took the initiative to greet the ambassador, "Your Excellency Rachel."

The ambassador spread his hands and said, "Sit down, Mazov Hopkin. Even though I have been staying in Kislev these past few years, I have still heard of your name. Under the leadership of His Excellency Judith, you will serve Kale Did a lot more things.”

The villain calmed down some of his temperament and agreed, "This is what it should be. We are grateful to the Dragon Prince for paying such a high hiring fee. If it is of no use at all, I am afraid that it will have been sunk into the sea by the champion warrior Masnuo, or thrown into the sea." It’s a rat’s nest.”

Speaking of Masnow, a smile appeared on the ambassador's face. This is the respect for the champion warrior of the kingdom, the dragon lord champion warrior who destroyed Krakaronde. This is also the pride of Caledor.

"I have to say that you don't strike me as someone who agrees, but these words make it difficult to refute." The ambassador did not rush to ask what Mazov planned to do, and started chatting mode, leaving the so-called Boyer nobles to Wait, he would prefer to communicate with a soldier on the front line.

"Under the guidance of Instructor Bruni and Your Excellency Judith, even a stone will enlighten you."

"It seems that you have been trained very successfully by the two Your Excellencies. At least I, an officer who has served in the Tal Khaled garrison for 150 years, am not sure of defeating you."

Mazov was noncommittal about this matter. When he first came in, he had already judged the ambassador's combat effectiveness. He was not a real threat and could be solved with some tricks.

But personal strength is only the most insignificant part. If you really think that the ambassador's strength is not acting crookedly, the body will be normal anywhere the next day.

"That's something you need to worry about outside of battle. Compared with war, some things are more complicated and require more capable people to deal with. At least there are only three outcomes in war, winning and losing, or a draw, but other things There are countless variations.”

This sentence with a strong metaphor made the ambassador lean forward half a centimeter.

"It seems that you are also the one who needs this kind of thing." (End of Chapter)