Chapter 257 Additional Questions
“This is some information I prepared. I hope you will read and recite the full text~”
Futaba stood up and handed the first piece of parchment to Ke Levo's hand: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, I think these detailed and logical analyzes will be more convincing than empty rhetoric, so please allow me to distribute them before the official start of this meeting. Just listen to it and listen carefully."
The approachable Emperor nodded slightly and put the densely written 'information' on the table in front of him: "You are interested."< br>
"With a little effort, Your Majesty." Futaba left his seat, walked slowly behind Archduke Fernando, placed an identical piece of parchment in front of him, and said leisurely: "Although Your Majesty has already I sent a messenger to tell you most of the situation, but I still want to give a brief explanation. In short, a very terrible plague broke out in Misha County in the northern part of the empire..."
Clairvaux, who was looking at his 'information' carelessly, was suddenly shaken, and his pair of light gray eyes that were somewhat weathered but still bright suddenly froze. He originally thought that he had already learned this information from Futaba. All the information on its own is of little use, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
"Yes, a very scary plague." Futaba showed an imperceptible smile, pushed up his glasses slightly, and then walked to Baroka, who was sitting at about the same height as him. Next to the Grand Duke, he put another piece of parchment into the latter's hand and bowed slightly: "That was a disaster that no one with any conscience can ignore. Conventional healing magic and magic can hardly do anything." Any effect, even the price High-level alchemy potions worth more than a hundred gold coins can only delay the death of the infected person for a day or two, if you are lucky."
Baroka said seriously. He nodded to Futaba and said in a deep voice: "If what you said is true, then we should indeed lend a helping hand."
Mercury Core Fernan, who was sitting on his right hand side, suddenly started to tremble. His face was pale and frightened.
"Thank you, Grand Duke Baroka, of course you will not sit idly by." Futaba smiled meaningfully, patted the back of Vernon Baroka's chair gently, and then slowly walked away from him. Walking by: "As far as I know, Grand Duke Baroka has a rare and noble character. No matter it is natural disasters, man-made disasters, conspiracy or bribery, he cannot be shaken, right?"
"I think so." Vernon turned his head, raised an eyebrow at the girl who had her back turned to him, and then looked down at the parchment in front of him.
Futaba handed another piece of parchment to the young Crystal Wolf Archduke, exchanged a cordial smile with the other party and continued: "Death and fear enveloped that land, and countless diseases were going crazy. The earth spread, and the local people worked hard. They established a blockade and tried their best to prevent the scale of the disaster from expanding again, but there were still fish that slipped through the net. The United Holy Church in the north of Misha County also worked hard, and they sent Two saints and five hundred low-level paladins went there, but it was only a drop in the bucket..."
She walked around the long table, walked to Scorpius Hussein, and gently placed a piece of parchment on it. Place it gently in front of him.
The Grand Duke Baroka and the Grand Duke Crystal Wolf on the other side exchanged extremely shocked looks. The former clenched his fists under the table, while the latter suddenly raised his head to look at Futaba.
But Futaba did not look back at her, nor at the Grand Duke Hussein who snorted softly from his nostrils. He just walked past him silently like a ghost and handed over the fourth to last 'information' He handed it to Grand Duke Dantès, who took it with a smile and nodded cordially to Futaba.
"If you have paid close attention to things outside your own territory, you will clearly find that the geographical location of our Fire Claw Territory is not far from the southern part of Misha County. Even if civilians use two legs to walk, they can only walk at best. It’s just a few days’ journey.” Futaba sighed leisurely, and then walked towards Duke Ximu Simon: “Since this time, we have accepted many escapees infected by the plague out of humanity, risking extreme risks. Big risk..."
Cang!
Scorpius Hussein stood up suddenly, waving the parchment in his hand, staring at Futaba with his two narrow eyes: "You...what is on this... ...You didn't mean..."
Futaba asked without looking back: "What did I say?"
Scorpius clutched the deformed parchment tightly. : "What does what you said have to do with the content on this piece of paper..."
"Duke Hussein." Emperor Clairvaux suddenly interrupted the grand duke with a different expression. He knocked on the table lightly, his tone full of fatigue: "Perhaps we all have the same doubts in our hearts, but now You might as well let Miss Futaba finish what she wants to say first."
Scorpius turned to look at the old emperor in surprise. He realized that the confusion and shock in the other party's eyes seemed to be no less than his own: "But your Majesty..."
"Although the respect you expressed is limited, Scorpius..." Clairvaux's tone suddenly changed. Somewhat fiercely, he knocked on the table again: "But you are still calling me 'Your Majesty'. Does this mean that you still recognize Violet?" Is the family the ruler of this country?”
Scorpius was stunned for a moment, then he gave a false smile, sat back in his chair, and lowered his head slightly: “Of course, Your Majesty, I was offended just now.”
“If I were you, Duke Hussein.” Futaba, who was silent on the spot, suddenly chuckled, turned around and winked at Scorpius with malice, and loudly said in an unsubtle voice: "Even if it's just a gesture, I will definitely forgive myself for inadvertently saying something to Your Majesty. Pay for the offense so people don’t think I’m an idiot with a head full of shit.”
Scorpius glared at her angrily: "What did you say?"
"I said calmness is a good quality." Futaba grinned, showing a set of neat white teeth: "Especially to a person For an influential noble with a limited appetite."
Scorpius Hussein could swear to God that this was the first time in his life that he had heard anyone imply that he had a limited appetite.
But he smiled in the next second, and after nodding slightly to Futaba, he turned to Clairvaux: "Dear Your Majesty, this...well, Ms. Futaba is right, I You must pay for your previous offenses, well, specifically, two offenses. Next month, the Hussein family will donate 300,000 gold coins to Salamoun free of charge to repair the city wall."
"Thank you for your generosity, Scorpius."
Clairvaux readily accepted, but he did not raise his head. He just continued to study the parchment in front of him. After a pause of more than ten seconds, he said softly: "Go on, Consultant Futaba."
"You're welcome, Your Majesty." Futaba nodded with a smile. Not only was he not affected by Clairvaux's cold attitude at all, it even made others feel as if the emperor was thanking him instead of Scorpius. Likewise, she strolled up behind Archduke Ximu Simon, gently placed the penultimate piece of parchment in front of him, and suddenly stopped: "What did I just say? Well, we took a huge risk. "
Clever looked at Futaba's unusually bright eyes and said slowly: "Yes, you told me when we were in the Three Color Courtyard some time ago. The envoy sent to the Fire Claw Territory also sent back the same feedback, but..."
The old emperor put his right hand, which had some sagging skin, on the 'information': "This is again "What?"
"Of course it is the trouble caused by this plague incident, which is the so-called additional problem. Well, it is an additional problem that needs to be dealt with simultaneously~" Futaba clapped his hands lightly. Suddenly he leaned forward and asked Simon Ximu, who was frowning next to him: "Dear Duke Simon, do you know what kind of people will be infected by the plague?" The middle-aged dark elf, who was meticulously dressed, had a meticulous hairstyle, and a meticulous beard, used his The scarlet eyes of Furui Muha looked at Futaba carefully, and after a while he replied calmly: "The messenger sent by His Majesty the Emperor told me that the lower the strength of a person, the higher the possibility of being infected. Low-level professionals are unlikely to be infected unless their wounds are in direct and prolonged contact with plague-containing blood. Intermediate-level professionals and above can be completely immune.”
"Yes, it seems that you are indeed a serious person." Futaba smiled, then turned to look at Raoul Dantes on her right: "Then Grand Duke Dantes, you Do you know how fast the plague spreads in the north?"
The white-haired Raoul spread his hands and widened his eyes playfully: "It's very Sorry, Ms. Futaba, it’s not that I didn’t listen carefully to Nishiguru, but the messenger didn’t tell me such a specific thing, but I guess it will never spread too slowly, otherwise His Majesty will not reconvene after so many years. Supreme meeting, right?"
"Of course, your analysis is completely correct." Futaba stood up with a slow smile on his face. He slowly gathered it away, and then said slowly in a low, sad and inciting voice: "In just half a month, Misha County has been infected by the entire territory, and those evil epidemics that cannot be driven away with elements and faith seem to Able to spread and multiply through all media, they are ubiquitous and pervasive. An infected person can spread the plague to an area in just a few days. A hundred infected people in an entire village can cause the plague to sweep through the entire city overnight. Please think about it, if those things that even the Holy Religion Union's Favored Persons have not solved so far spread in the empire..."
She shrugged, rolled up the last piece of parchment in her hand, tapped her forehead, and let out a faint sigh.
The pale Archduke Fernando trembled.
Grand Duke Emmeline of the Crystal Wolf frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.
Grand Duke Baroka looked down at the paper in his hand, with a faint flash of anger in his eyes.
Grand Duke Hussein looked gloomy and twitched the corners of his mouth twice, almost clenching the parchment.
Grand Duke Dantès no longer looked left and right with a smile.
Archduke Simon sat on his seat meticulously, squinting at the information he had just received.
Emperor Clairvaux’s eyes were lowered and he seemed a little older than before.
Only the Archduke of Marshall, who had not gotten the parchment yet, was a little anxious. This middle-aged man, who was slightly overweight but still looked handsome and elegant, was the first to break the silence. He first murmured in a low voice, "We must "Control it." Then he swallowed with some difficulty, turned to Clairvaux and said loudly: "Your Majesty, if what Ms. Futaba said is true, then the empire is about to face a disaster of unprecedented scale, and we must prepare it in advance. Get ready, I think..."
"Dear Buffy." Clairvaux did not look at the grand duke sitting on his right, but lowered his eyes and said softly: "I want to have two children. Consultant Ye probably still has something to say, and it seems that this is not the only problem she brings..."
Buffy Marshall said "Huh" in confusion, and then turned to look at the room next to her. He picked up a double leaf from Grand Duke Simon, smiled at her and said: "By the way, dear lady, you seem to have forgotten my copy of the information. Of course, if possible, I can also read a copy with Grand Duke Simon. We were together when we were children. I often did this when I was studying at Knight Academy..."
"Sorry, Buffy." Archduke Simon raised his hand to hold down the parchment in front of him, and shook his head at Marshall: "I think Ms. Futaba did not 'forget' your information, but I don’t want to give it to you now.”
Buffy looked at her old classmate in surprise, with a confused expression.
"Don't worry, Grand Duke Marshall." Futaba suddenly smiled at him and waved the last piece of parchment: "I'll give it to you after a few words. I don't need it myself. Yes, I have memorized all the above content, so Please be patient."
The Grand Duke of Marshall seemed stunned for a moment, but then nodded calmly: "No problem."
"Okay, since our Grand Duke of Marshall is here. Time..."
Futaba shook her long orange hair that hung down to her waist, and said unhurriedly in a very lazy and completely different tone from before: "Then I will now tell you about the third crisis that the empire is about to face. To summarize, one problem is that infected people carrying the plague are constantly pouring into the Fire Claw Territory. They are extremely dangerous. Only a few powerful warriors can guard them without scruples, and we cannot kill those infected at will. who, Because after turning into corpses, even if they are buried in the soil or burned with fire, they will cause pollution. The stench emitted by my unlucky brother after he rotted can even make many elite soldiers sick. What’s more, mass killing is not a long-term solution. Human nature and reputation issues must also be taken into consideration. As for indulgence and expulsion, everyone here will not be willing..."
Emilyen, who loves her people like her own children, He nodded subconsciously.
"So this leads to the second problem." Futaba spread his hands and raised his eyebrows: "The Fire Claw leader is short of manpower, yes, it is short of manpower..."
She could add an accent to the last four words, and many people's faces became serious.
"As for the reason for the shortage of manpower, I think at least one percent is because the Fire Claw Territory has simple folk customs and does not have much enthusiasm for nightlife." Futaba chuckled at herself, and then walked over Buffy Marshall gently placed the last piece of parchment in front of him: "The remaining ninety-nine percent is because our good neighbor has been too diligent in the past few years~"
Marshall froze and looked down at the parchment like a machine. Then he fell into a state of confusion. He could tell at a glance that this piece of paper contained some information about the plague. It was simply a copy of the parchment. More meticulous and highly condensed than Archduke Simon's hair...
Slave Catching Investigation Log!
Futaba's joking voice sounded leisurely from the side...
"This is what I said before - additional questions~"
Chapter 254: End
(End of this chapter)