I Am the God of Games

The next day, after packing up their luggage, the envoys set out again.

Old man Basil sat in the carriage like yesterday.

There is not much distance from Lancaster City, the destination of this trip, and it will definitely be arrived before this evening at the latest.

As for him, the core figure of the envoys, the most important thing right now is to think carefully about his attitude towards the city lord of Lancaster.

Do you put on an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away from the beginning, and draw a good line of business in a business-like manner, or pretend to be enthusiastic, paralyzing the other party, and tricking the other party's old bottom?

As soon as these two thoughts popped into Old Man Basil's mind, they were immediately denied by him.

It is definitely not acceptable to directly adopt a cold or even hostile attitude.

Although His Majesty the new emperor will definitely find a target to kill others, but if His Majesty does not choose Lancaster, then his behavior may mislead Lancaster's city lord, making him mistakenly think that he is also the target of attack. In a sense, it is not wrong, but after all, it is not the time to push the city of Lancaster to the enemy's side, or worse, it may put the army going to the new emperor in a dilemma.

At that time, regardless of the outcome, I will definitely not be able to escape the blame.

Pretending to be intimate is not a good way. You must know that besides protecting yourself, the duty of the princes around you is also the most loyal eyeliner of His Majesty the new emperor. They probably wouldn't believe it even if they were making false claims with the Lord of Lancaster, and would tell the new emperor everything in an embellished manner.

Although His Majesty the new emperor can probably see through his purpose, just to be on the safe side, he still doesn't want to be included in the chaotic party. They may not be clear, but old people in the court like Basil have already noticed that the new emperor wants to Eliminate all unstable factors in the entire Valla Empire.

Including but not limited to the descendants of the enfeoffed principalities in the early days of the founding of the country, the great nobles who posed a certain threat to the royal family, the lords who refused to be dispatched, Tierra's old ministers, etc...

The lord of Lancaster occupies the last two items, plus the status of a commercial city that even the royal family covets, it is properly targeted for purge, but it is not yet known what order it will be in the purge list.

Basil was able to live under the lord's hand at such an old age, and his personality was quite naughty and alert, so he didn't want to have anything to do with those rebellious party reservists.

"Anyway, if what Knight Mo Nan said is correct, there are not many powerful warriors in the guards of Lancaster City.

In that case, let the Cavaliers give Lancaster's people a blow, and then I will be a little more enthusiastic, and I should be able to leave a deeper impression. "

Basil murmured to himself.

Before old man Basil could think of a better way, he suddenly felt the carriage stop.

"Have we arrived yet?" Elder Basil opened the curtains, and the expression on his face changed slightly: "But it doesn't look like there is a city ahead."

"Your Excellency Basil, someone is blocking our way."

Mo Nan directed the lone bird to approach the carriage, his tone sounded a bit weird.

The old man didn't think too much, he opened the front door of the carriage, and only then did he see who was blocking the way.

A tall, but not burly figure was standing in the middle of the road, as if he was confronting other royal knights.

His clothing looks very simple, even so, he can still see the sharp muscles through the old clothes on his body.

But what attracted the most attention was not the other party's attire, or the single-edged weapon on the back that was obviously much longer than ordinary swords.

It's an ornament on his head.

It was a pink flounder hood.

The flounder's tail was up and its head was down, and the two eyes on the same side of the body stared at everyone present with incomparably pure dead fish eyes.

At first glance, it looked as if the head of the person in front of him had been swallowed by a flounder.

"Who are you!" Elder Basil shouted angrily to the other party about ten meters away.

"A passerby... Oh no, I am the person sent by Lancaster City to meet the Royal Envoys."

Pink Flounder replied honestly.

The content of what he said was very normal, but the appearance of the sand sculpture wearing the flounder headgear was so surreal that it gave people a sense of absurdity that what he said was also a joke.

Even old man Basil began to secretly adjust his evaluation of the Lord of Lancaster from "a wise man who can make wise choices under the pressure of the army and preserve a considerable part of his strength" to "he should not Are you an idiot? The first emperor may have cared more about face, and didn't want to grab something from the mentally handicapped'...

Of course Basil quickly dismissed this thought.

Mentally retarded people can't manage a city like an iron bucket. There is even a feeling that there is no way to intervene in the imperial capital. Even the baron who almost tore his face and forcibly parachuted over died inexplicably in a slum, which made the emperor Many bigwigs in the capital find it difficult, so they can only temporarily buy a small group of nobles who are not very important in Lancaster to slowly erode the interior.

In this case, there is only one reason why the other party would send this kind of guy over, and that is undoubtedly 'provocation'.

Thinking of this, a hint of understanding flashed in the eyes of the old man Basil.

So it turns out that the other party intends to use this seemingly tough attitude to test my attitude to determine what His Majesty the new emperor means?

This is wonderful! Switching to other inexperienced envoys, I am afraid that they have been confused by the opponent's sand sculpture situation, so they can only let them lead by the nose. After Lancaster, they will be weaker by three points in terms of momentum.

It's a pity that I have seen through all of these!

Old man Basil stroked his beard, and asked in a low voice to the Mo Nan knight beside him, "Is this the guy from the McCorberry family you mentioned earlier?"

"Absolutely not. That guy has the pride of a knight. It's impossible to wear such a ridiculous headgear..." Mo Nan looked at the swaying tail and fins of the flounder, his eyes twitching constantly: "This is disrespect for the opponent!"

"That's good."

The old man made up his mind, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Your Excellency's words are groundless, and it would be too unreasonable to ask us to go with you; but I heard that General Lancaster's soldiers are very powerful, why don't you let me The attendant will fight you once or twice to prove your truth!"

The old man thought that the other party would refuse. After all, Lancaster's army seemed really bad. Once the other party did this, it would naturally be his side that took the initiative.

Unexpectedly, the pink flounder pulled out the single-edged long knife he was carrying without hesitation, and said happily: "I thought it was a boring job, but I didn't expect you to be so bright! I like it. Tell me, Whose head are you going to blow off?"

Old Man Basil:? ? ?

This Lancaster, when did folk customs become so tough?