They wandered around the embassy district for a long time before finally stopping on the lawn outside a three-story building. Wang Yao heard faint sounds of chanting, like Buddhist scriptures, coming from inside the building.
"Greetings, Lord Matchmaker." From the shadows of the trees outside the building, Wuying's head slowly emerged.
"Oh my...you...you..." Qinghe stared at Wuying, who only had a head, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Let's go inside the embassy and talk." Hearing Qinghe's voice, the man in the dark jacket nervously glanced around several times before turning to look at Wuying.
“Alright, let’s go in.” Wuying nodded and then beckoned Wang Yao and Qinghe to follow him up the steps in front of the building. Wang Yao noticed that there were two guards in monk’s robes standing straight on both sides of the steps, with their hands clasped together and their heads bowed, seemingly ignoring them.
Why did the Mao tribe use two monks as guards? Wang Yao thought to himself, "That's strange."
Upon entering the villa, the first floor featured a large living room with a fireplace. On either side of the living room were two side rooms, one on the left and one on the right, but both were closed. Behind the large fireplace in the living room, there was a staircase leading to the upper floor. Two attendants dressed in monks' robes came to greet her and gestured for Qinghe to sit down in the living room.
"You rest here for a bit, we'll go up and see the ambassador and then come down," Wu Ying told Qing He, before following Wang Yao around the fireplace and up the stairs, following the man in the dark jacket.
The second floor had several rooms. The man in the dark jacket went to the middle room and knocked a few times on a door that looked extremely heavy. He then slowly pushed the door open a crack, looked inside, and then pushed the door open forcefully, gesturing for Wang Yao and the others to go in.
Wang Yao walked in and saw that the space inside was not large. In the middle was a small round table with a candle lit, around which were several chairs and a flower stand-like object slightly higher than the chair backs, the purpose of which was unknown.
An obese man was huddled in a chair at the round table, directly opposite the door.
"You've arrived? Welcome, welcome!" The guy was fat and bald, with a round arm sticking out towards the door. He smiled and waved to Wang Yao and the others, saying words of welcome, but he didn't get up to greet them.
"Sorry, I don't want to move once I sit down. Please make yourselves at home." The fat man told everyone frankly. It wasn't that he didn't know etiquette, nor was it because he had a problem with his legs; he was simply too lazy to get up.
After Wang Yao sat down, he found that the chair was very soft, and he felt like he was going to sink into it. It was very similar to a sofa. No wonder the fat man was unwilling to get up. He looked around and saw that in the room, in addition to the round table in front of them, there were candlesticks on all four walls.
But the room was still very dark, and there seemed to be some paintings or ornaments hanging on the walls, but they were all blurry and not very clear.
Wuying floated directly to the flower stand next to the round table. The top of the flower stand was covered with a thick layer of fluffy fabric. Wuying lay on it and sighed comfortably.
Wuying was comfortable. His head rested on the flower stand, about the same height as the others sitting in chairs around him. The candlelight flickered dimly, making the scene look eerie and terrifying.
At this moment, two more attendants dressed in monks' robes entered the room. They poured tea for everyone in the room and brought up some fruit and snacks, placing them on the round table. They even prepared a straw for Wuying so that he could drink the tea.
"You two go ahead, I'll take care of the rest." The man in the dark jacket waved to the two monks who then clasped their hands together, bowed to him, turned around, and left, closing the door behind them.
"Have something to eat. I'm on a diet, and the embassy's supplies are running low. I apologize for the inconvenience." The fat man pointed to the food on the round table with a round finger. Judging from his expression, he looked like he really wanted to eat but was trying hard to control himself.
Wang Yao and Wu Ying both shook their heads.
"Could you send some over to my friend downstairs?" Wang Yao asked. Qinghe had only eaten a boxed lunch that morning and hadn't eaten anything since; she was probably hungry.
"Don't worry, there's something down there." The man in the dark jacket nodded.
The fat man stared at the untouched fruit and pastries on the round table, swallowed hard, and turned to look at the dark jacket.
"Let me have some too. I only ate a spare rib for lunch and didn't touch the side dishes."
"Did you eat the five fish tonight?" the man in the dark jacket asked casually.
“I ate them, but do you know the current situation in the floating ice sea? The fish that are sent here are much smaller, not even half the size of what they used to be,” the fat man complained.
"You weren't this fat before. Now you have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, and heart disease, which are seriously affecting your spellcasting. You need to diet tonight. If you want to eat, wait until tomorrow morning," the man in the dark jacket said coldly.
"But didn't you see I'm working at night too? I can't handle problems without eating." The fat man was clearly annoyed.
"An apple?" The man in the dark jacket hesitated.
"Three...no, five!" the fat man exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Two, no more!" The man in the dark jacket glanced at the round table and widened his eyes.
"Okay." The fat man quickly grabbed an apple from the round table and took a big bite.
"Why don't you guys have something too?" The man in the dark jacket turned to look at Wuying, who was lying on the flower stand. Wuying shook his head. He then looked at Wang Yao, who quickly smiled and waved his hand.
"Alright, don't be shy about eating. Eating is a very genuine need. When you're starving, all morals, ethics, propriety, shame, and schemes will slip out of your mind, leaving only an empty stomach. So, eating is the least hypocritical thing."
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