Chapter 79 Meeting Entry: Your Excellency, it has been a long time since we last met.
The next day, Easter got up early. Looking at his prepared attire, he wanted to talk to his players that he was going to a meeting, not a banquet, and there was no need to dress so extravagantly.
Easter resignedly changed his clothes; he couldn't let down the players' good intentions.
After changing his pants and putting on a shirt, Easter shook the corset he was wearing. "System, is this normal?" He was puzzled and incredulous. Why was his fate so hard to accept?
"Host, do you not know what to wear? I can help you," the system said.
East, “…”
Is this a question of whether or not one knows how to wear it? This is a question of whether or not it's proper, okay?
[Host, is there a problem?] The system reacted. [In our cooperation with merchants, this is the most fashionable style right now. Lolita and Gothic styles are loved by both men and women. We're selling like hotcakes, and the price has been driven up to an extremely high level, almost to the point where there's no market for it.] Besides, the host has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, so she'll definitely look better in it than anyone else.
“We’re going to a serious meeting,” Easter said. “Wouldn’t that be a bit too frivolous?”
"[That's great,]" the system said. "[Compared to what we sell, it's much simpler, without all sorts of fancy embellishments and chains. It's almost like a suit. Host, the players have already toned it down enough.]" the system concluded.
East didn't dawdle any longer, and time wouldn't allow him to. He just still felt awkward. After all, he had been a teacher for five or six years and had focused on his studies when he was a student. To him, this was a little bit rebellious.
After fastening her sash, East picked up a small black shawl and draped it over her shoulders. On one side of her bow tie was a small phoenix, and on the other a small sun, connected by a silver chain that hung perfectly over the layers of elaborate bow ties.
His upright posture and expressionless demeanor at this moment exuded a unique sense of asceticism.
East concealed the necklace Arip had given him and then hid the bracelet on his wrist. With these two small gestures, what sense of asceticism? Absolutely not.
Easter thought with a serious face, he would probably meet someone who knew Arip later, and he couldn't let anyone see him. He didn't care about himself, but what if he implicated someone else?
Six little fire-breathing figures stood at the entrance, their eyes filled with amazement and admiration when they saw Easter emerge.
It looks good, without a doubt.
The fitted trousers hugged her straight, long legs, making them appear even longer and more shapely; the leather belt with metal buckles cinched her narrow waist, making it impossible to look away.
He had a gentle and refined face, and a peaceful and harmless demeanor. It felt like any improper thought one might have towards him would be a desecration.
Beautiful, translucent, a rare beauty in the world.
Yunmu eagerly presented the walking stick, "Beauty, here, it will be even more perfect with this." Whether it was someone else's imagination or not, it seemed like they heard a "slurp" sound.
East took the cane; its black shaft was inlaid with a ruby at the top, making it particularly stylish and perfectly suited to East's status.
"Beautiful!" Yun Mu stared at Ister's face, so engrossed that she forgot everything else.
“Ahem,” East reminded us, “we should get going.”
Yunmu reached out her little hand and carefully touched Easter. "Baby, how come you're so beautiful?"
East felt utterly helpless with Yunmu's attempts to create a good atmosphere. "Okay, we have important business to attend to today. Once it's over, you can look at things however you want."
Yunmu nodded obediently, "Let's go. Cai Cai has prepared a portable breakfast, which we can eat in the carriage."
When the group set off, it was just dawn. On any other day, there might have been few people around, but today it was unusually lively. One carriage after another was heading towards the palace. The carriages were decorated with different insignia, and anyone who looked at them was a person of status and position.
Ester and his party were completely inconspicuous among them, with six summoned creatures as guards and six humans as companions. Compared to other nobles and kings with vast territories, they appeared somewhat shabby.
At the entrance to the palace, East presented his invitation, and after the guards checked it, he was able to enter the palace without any problems.
This palace is extremely luxurious and opulent, both in terms of its size and architectural style.
East sat upright in the carriage, a little nervous. He hadn't seen Aripal for over a month, and every time before, Aripal had come to him. It was rare for him to be able to go to him this time, even though he knew there would be many people there and they couldn't act too familiar. It would be good if they could just see each other.
“Your Majesty, don’t be nervous. Given our status and position, we are probably just there to make up the numbers. Nothing will happen to us,” said Matsushita Yuki.
"Sister Xue," Yunmu called out. She wanted to say, "Sister Xue, what you said is true, but you should have been more tactful."
Matsushita Yuki chuckled softly, "Your Majesty, would you mind?"
East shook his head. "To be honest, there's nothing to mind." He thought that if it were really as Matsushita Yuki said, being unknown and unnoticed would be perfect, but things didn't go as planned.
East was led by a waiter into a large conference hall, where hundreds of tables were neatly arranged, thirteen in a row, for a total of thirteen rows. The spacing between each table and each row was well planned and arranged, which showed that the conference hall was extremely large.
East was led forward by the servants, and when he saw where he was sitting, he knew he was in trouble.
Each envoy is allowed to bring one guard and one assistant into the venue. East brought Matsuue Yuki and Himena. The remaining guards and envoys had a special reception lounge where they could socialize with other countries.
Easter couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, is this really where I am?"
The servant replied politely, "Yes, Your Majesty King Felix, your seat is indeed here."
East thanked him with difficulty, then turned his head slightly to meet Matsushita Yuki's gaze. Matsushita Yuki said, "Your Majesty, as long as it is certain that there is no mistake, there is no need to worry."
East pulled out a chair and sat down. The podium was to his side. It was in the first row, even though it was the very edge. But was the first row really that easy to sit in?
There's a word that perfectly describes East's current state: feeling like he's sitting on pins and needles.
Himena was also puzzled by the seating arrangement, but considering the current situation, she remained calm and took the seat prepared for the assistants, which was slightly lower than the king's table and positioned to the left of the king.
Matsukami Yuki was a guard, standing to the side and slightly behind Ister.
East tilted his head slightly. "If you get tired of standing, you can switch shifts with the other firemen." No one knew how long this meeting would last. He would feel bad if his players had to stand for so long.
Matsushita Yuki: "Don't worry about us, it's a small matter. Your Majesty, you should be thinking about yourself."
East sat up straight, knowing that everything was pre-arranged and there was nothing he could do to change it, so he could only accept it.
Matsushita Yuki's gaze shifted slightly. The meeting hadn't started yet, and the atmosphere hadn't become serious. There were quite a few people gathered in twos and threes to discuss things. After Ister sat down, many eyes, both openly and secretly, turned towards them.
Matsushita Yuki's eyes were calm, and she was thinking a lot. There was probably something wrong with the identity of their king.
As more and more people entered, the meeting room gradually filled up, and more people began to pay attention to East.
"What are you doing here?" The person next to Easter had just sat down and exclaimed in surprise when they saw Easter's face.
East looked over and immediately showed a puzzled expression. It was a stranger with black hair and red eyes, a devilishly handsome face, and a lazy, nonchalant look on his face. He didn't look like someone who was here to attend a serious meeting at all.
“You can call me Sang,” Sang began. “Alright, now you can tell me why you’re here? Shouldn’t you be in your own country?” he said through gritted teeth.
Easter thought, "This is really a strange person. Anyone who doesn't know better would think they have some kind of special relationship."
“Sir, we don’t seem to know each other well,” he said, which meant he was refusing to answer.
Sang Leng scoffed, "You really aren't afraid of death at all; you dare to come anywhere."
Easter pondered, "Is this concern? Although it's not the nicest way to put it, it is indeed concern."
An idea struck a nerve with East: “Your Excellency, it’s been a long time.”
Sang glanced at East, "He's not completely stupid."
Asan came here using a false identity—San Ilor, a powerful demon of moderate status. If he went out using his real identity, no one would feel at ease, but they would all wonder if there was some conspiracy involved, which would cause trouble.
Ister was certain of his guess. "Your Excellency, why have you come here?" Wasn't this guy supposed to be incredibly arrogant, ignoring everyone and even the affairs of the demon race, spending all his time holed up in his palace? Why is he here now? And with a different appearance.
Sang, who was actually Asang who had changed his identity, said, "It's none of your business. Should I be asking you questions, or should you be asking me questions?"
East, alright, alright, he's a big shot, what else can I do besides work?
He replied, "I received the invitation."
“You didn’t have to come in person,” Asang said frankly. “You wouldn’t be…” He started to guess, but his face darkened. “There’s no compatibility between you two. I didn’t go into details, but you should be able to guess that there’s a feud between your two families. Do you understand?”
East didn't want to say it, but it was true. Asan was just like a rigid, feudal patriarch, with outdated feudal ideas. He kept saying that he was the mortal enemy of that emperor, but in fact, he wanted to be his elder.
Separated by Matsushita Yuki, I feel like I shouldn't be here. Who exactly is this person? If it weren't for my earlier guess, she would have thought that this was an NPC who came to provide plot details.
Because the language translation system issue was raised too many times, after this public beta test, players can now communicate smoothly with the native inhabitants of the continent of Luomanjier without any obstacles, no longer limited to Ister.
The reason for this change is simply that time was too tight and players couldn't stay for long. Based on previous experiments and system monitoring, after discussing with the system, East made this decision.
The sudden silence in the conference hall silenced East, who turned his gaze to the stage. There were four tables on the stage, and all four tables were now occupied, with people dressed as knights standing around the hall.
Easter looked at everyone, even twice more, before admitting that Areber wasn't there.
Asan confirmed it earlier than East, gave East a cold glance, but remained silent and didn't say anything.
East, "..." Isn't this more than just a different face? Why does he look like a little child?
Representatives from various races, countries, and territories gathered here to discuss what to do next and how to deal with the crisis on the continent.
Derek Sinclair, the eldest prince of the Sinclair Empire and first in line to the throne, attended in person. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, mature and charismatic, neither overly serious nor overly formal. He cut to the chase without any pleasantries or preamble.
The amplified alchemical artifact allowed his voice to resonate throughout the conference hall, and everyone listened attentively without uttering a word. He didn't speak for long, explaining the pros and cons in a few words. The gist of his point was that everyone should work together, put aside past grievances, and jointly overcome the current difficulties.
East only raised his head briefly when a few important figures appeared; the rest of the time he kept his head down, looking completely focused.
Derek's gaze casually swept over where East was sitting, noticing his obedient and harmless demeanor. Just as he was about to look away, his eyes met a pair of cold and arrogant red eyes. It was the person next to East. Without hesitation, Derek naturally looked away.
Asan scoffed inwardly: A thief, actually taking himself seriously.
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Author's note: Emperor Patrick and the demon are just friends, they used to be very close friends, but Patrick does have a romantic subplot, which will be written later [heart emoji].
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