Chapter 411 Chapter 69 Getting to know the guests


Chapter 411 69. Getting to know the guests

“Isabel, do you know the nobles here?”

Annan approached Isabel who was picking food. His championship crown had been put away, so he wore Wearing a wheat ear headdress and a white skirt, she looks like an elf.

"That's Duke Bredefield, that's Duke Graton, that's Prince Wendell..." Isabel pointed to those big figures who were unattainable in Annan.

“Aren’t these, um...are there any nobles from the Principality of Montabourlock at the banquet?”

"Girardi?" Isabel was quite smart under her eccentric appearance. She pulled Annan through the banquet, "That's him, the heir who escaped from the Principality of Montabourlok."

"Escape? "

Annan saw a young man who was dressed luxuriously and couldn't hide his worry. No one came near him.

"What a coup. The heirs of Grand Duke Bullock were beaten to a bloody head. Giraldi came to the imperial capital for help. He must be very happy to know that you came."

Just as Isabel said, Girardi recognized Annan, a young man with rare black hair, and invited Annan to help him regain his title.

"You shouldn't ask a young man who doesn't even have a fiefdom for this kind of thing." Annan declined, giving up the plan of asking him for help. It’s not clear who will ask whom for help.

And there is such a thing as heirs fighting for power... There is also a life box of the second prince in Typhoon Shelter Town.

Annan would only be laughed at by the nobles if he really stood with him - not at Annan, but at Giraldi for seeking medical treatment in a hurry due to his illness.

"If I need a lot of high-quality and low-priced resources, who is the best person to find?"

"That person..." Isabel pointed to a man with slender fingers twirling a wine glass, wearing a white silk waistband. lady in formal dress.

"She is the deputy minister of the Imperial Procurement Department, but be careful, her nickname is Mrs. Iron..."

Annan picked up a glass of red wine and walked towards Mrs. Iron while thinking about how to strike up a conversation. At this time, she said coldly Her eyes fell over: "Hello, beautiful madam,"

"If you want to strike up a conversation, there are a lot of young girls at the banquet..." Mrs. Tie put down the wine glass, and the corners of her lips raised a vague smile. smile.

“I just admire——”

This was the first big man to have direct contact with after coming to the imperial capital. Annan gave up the lame trick and said in despair: “How did you see that? .”

"That's how young guys struck up a conversation twenty years ago." Mrs. Tie chuckled and said, "Then, Mr. Champion, why did you come to me?"

"My future territory will need a lot of supplies. I want to Let me get to know you first.”

“Are you done?” Mrs. Tie picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Well... I wish you a pleasant day."

Annan returned to Isabel dejectedly, and his invincible charm failed - Mrs. Iron must like women.

Fortunately, Minister Franning finished his work and took the initiative to come to Annan.

“Do you have something to tell me?”

“I’m going to get something to eat!” Isabel sneaked away smartly.

“She is indeed a quirky girl, isn’t she?” Minister Flanning seemed to recall the long years of youthful past.

"Just found a suitable role..."

Annan looked away from Isabel's back and said casually: "Are you busy?"

"I can't say, the finance minister is like this, he always has to deal well with the merchants and nobles."

" Mr. Flanning, there is a long corridor between the Keating Principality and the Tatooine Empire, right?"

"You want our goods?"

Annan nodded: "We can also sell goods as suppliers." "Where is your territory? Do you plan to build a seaport? Do you have any advantages that other places don't have? Price, specialties, and quantity all count." Mr. Fronning entered work mode. Then I remembered that there was just a young man in front of me: "——Should I ask more slowly?"

As for the Susan spinning machine... Annan saw it in the imperial capital, but only the name belonged to Annan.

“Forgive me that I can’t tell you for the time being, but I will never let you down...I will also hold a banquet in Sltovis at that time, and I hope you can come to attend.”

"Then I'll wait for your invitation." For the sake of Susan's spinning machine, Minister Franning raised his wine glass and suddenly showed a helpless look.

"Sorry, I have to excuse you for a moment..." He looked at the big shots who could hear the faint sound of quarreling, and complained to Annan: "The Minister of the Interior is also here. He is still very immature, as if he was so immature yesterday. Ride on my neck ”

With the emotion unique to immortals, Franning approached the officials.

Annan looked at them.

This grand banquet still has distinct circles-students and family members gather together, rich people and nobles gather together, Froning and the others? Those were the circles of "big men" who had their own forces and soldiers. At most, he just gestured to Annan with a condescending arrogance and asked how the Twelve Kings of the North were doing.

When Franning approached, they were having a heated discussion about the Tatoon Empire asking all non-Expeditionary Force national lords to pay the money.

Interior Secretary Bourque, who is in his thirties, is telling the messengers not to rush: "Gentlemen, please calm down first, things may not be that bad."

Franning came up and said: "The countries that have to pay this money include us."

Burck suddenly yelled: "Why doesn't the military department, son of a bitch, go to hell!"

"Froning, you are the Minister of Finance. Is there no other way?"

Froning's weird accent mixed with Elvish spoke: "If you want to resist what the emperor has decided, just do it. Get ready."

There was silence all around, and the big man's attitude became timid.

"We didn't want to resist..."

"It's just a discussion..."

"I just think it's unfair..."

When big shots are jealous, Annan is getting to know the guests at the banquet. Unable to find a better opportunity than this, and even afraid that too many people would not remember them, Annan took out his notebook, wrote down their identities, and then drew a heart-shaped symbol on the back to express his goodwill.

Annan's actions were not hidden from everyone. After following for a while, Xian Na, Isabel and the others got together and chatted.

"I heard that succubi mark their prey like this."

"This is so succubus..."

"By Misgma, Annan needs to be severely punished!"

Red wine is inevitable at any banquet... It was inevitable for Annan to get to know the guests and start trying drinking. He usually sips lightly, but he can't help it and has met so many people. Gradually, Annan's cheeks gradually turned red.

“You will get drunk if you keep drinking.”

At a certain moment, a gentle whisper sounded from the side, brushing the back of Annan's hand and taking away the wine glass.

"Thank you."

"Where do you live? Do you want me to take you back?" Gentle Whisper continued to ask.

"The Embassy...it doesn't matter, I'm with my companions." Annan cheered up and looked at the hazy face. "What shall I call you, my beautiful sister?"

"Sylvie."

(End of this chapter)

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