But instead of the scene of blood splattering everywhere, a greeting was heard.
"welcome."
With that greeting, time, which seemed to have stopped a second ago, began to flow again.
Qin Ze, who had pulled the trigger, put down the double-barreled needle gun that was not loaded with bullets and greeted Isabella, whose expression was stiff, with a smile.
"Welcome, Isabella... Queen?"
His greeting only elicited a series of panicked cries.
"You're being incredibly offensive!"
"How dare you fire a shot at our Queen!!" James, his face flushed, rushed in front of Isabella, shielding her behind him, and pointed at Qin Ze, angrily questioning him.
Qin Ze touched the gun in his hand, raised his chin slightly and said, "I was demonstrating how to use this gun to my friend, but I didn't expect you to suddenly come in."
"The gun is out of bullets, did that scare you?"
Isabella, who was being shielded by James, stepped forward, pushed James aside, and smiled at Qin Ze while clutching her chest:
"If there were bullets in the gun, that would be terrifying, but thankfully there aren't. You are... the Emperor of Yan Kingdom?"
Qin Ze nodded slightly, while Isabella lowered her arms and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time."
Qin Ze pursed his lips slightly but did not answer. Isabella, however, shifted her gaze to the gun in Qin Ze's hand and continued:
"Your gun is beautiful; it's a style I've never seen before."
Qin Ze sized up Isabella, then raised the gun in his hand and smiled at her:
"It is indeed very beautiful."
"However, for a gun, a beautiful appearance is only its most insignificant advantage, not even worth mentioning."
"It is a weapon, and its most essential attribute is its lethality."
Isabella's smile faded slightly. She stepped forward and continued, "I agree with you, but creating a gun that is both powerful and beautiful requires more time and effort, doesn't it?"
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and replied, "That's right. If you also want to manufacture such a weapon, you will probably have to spend a lot of time and energy on it, and it may even be all for nothing."
"But for us, this is an easy task."
Upon hearing this, Isabella replied, "Your craftsmanship is more advanced, isn't it?"
Qin Ze looked at Isabella walking gracefully towards him and said with a smile, "No, I conjured this gun."
Isabella covered her mouth and chuckled: "You're so funny. Besides being the emperor, are you also a magician with magical powers?"
Qin Ze rested his chin on his hand: "You don't seem to believe me."
Seeing Qin Ze's suddenly serious expression, Isabella's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with laughter:
"I want to witness your magic with my own eyes."
"May I?"
At this moment, Isabella had walked to the conference table and was facing Qin Ze. Because she was wearing high heels and was already 170 centimeters tall, she was only half a hand shorter than Qin Ze when she stood next to him.
The enticing aroma wafted into Qin Ze's nostrils, and a smile returned to his face.
"sure."
Isabella slowly suppressed her smile and said, "Then please begin your performance."
Qin Ze shook his head: "Not now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella pursed her lips: "What? Your magic has stopped working now?"
Qin Ze stared into Isabella's eyes, his expression suddenly turning solemn, and said, word by word:
"A magician needs a stage to perform magic, but this is not a place for people to perform, and it is definitely not a stage."
"This is a serious occasion. The people who are here today represent their respective countries, and what we are going to discuss are matters of great importance to the world."
"So no one can perform here."
"The only people who want to perform here are clowns. Only they can make people laugh anytime, anywhere, wearing eye-catching costumes and using exaggerated movements and funny expressions."
"I don't want to be a clown."
As he spoke, Qin Ze turned around and slammed the gun onto the table with a "snap".
He then sat down in the chair and said indifferently to Isabella, "Sit down, Isabella, you'll be late in a few minutes."
"We Yan people uphold integrity and keeping promises as our creed; we always do what we say and deliver on our promises."
"So at the same time, we also really hate people who don't keep their promises. Fortunately, you managed to come as promised."
Upon hearing this, Isabella's smile vanished completely. She sat down expressionlessly, followed by Eddington and another official. The others waited in the seats under the conference table, as there were no seats available for them at the table.
The others, who had been sitting in their chairs for a while, became somewhat nervous and rather reserved when they saw Isabella sit down.
"Don't you know each other? Or do you not need to introduce yourselves?" Qin Ze turned to look at one of them and asked.
The person Qin Ze was looking at was none other than Marshal Lukat of the Shenglu Kingdom Navy, and beside him were Foreign Minister Tess and Defense Minister Depardieu, who had rushed to the port that morning.
Depardieu was exhausted from his journey from Périon to Port-au-Port. He had then followed Luca and the others to the Roman Islands with great anxiety. He looked haggard and kept his head down after Isabella entered, not daring to even look at her.
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