I! Cleaner!

"clatter!"

With the sound of a spoon hitting the table, the man who was looking through the documents at the table couldn't help but startled slightly, and then cast a doubtful look at the attendant beside him.

"Where's my soup?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Seeing the slightly dissatisfied look in the blue-haired man's eyes, the pale-faced attendant couldn't help but knelt down with a thud, and explained in a panic:

"I...slave...your soup was still here just now! I just turned around, and then...then it was gone!"

Turn around and disappear?

After listening to the waiter's explanation, the burly man couldn't help but frown, and he probably knew the whereabouts of the pot of beef soup.

"Okay, I don't blame you."

After waving his hand to signal the attendant to get up, the resolute-looking blue-haired man picked up the silk handkerchief at hand, wiped the soup on his beard, and then ordered with an indifferent expression:

"Go down and get a new pot... No, three pots! Three more pots of frozen eel stew and cheese pot, and open fifty more cans of mackerel. Be quick."

"yes!"

Seeing that His Majesty Harvey did not blame him, the waiter could not help but let out a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly went to the kitchen to beg for food. The blue-haired man dropped the silk handkerchief in his hand and stared at the man standing in front of his table. An old man in fine clothes.

"Sir Isaac."

After calling the old man's name, the blue-haired man wiped the soup off his beard, reached out and tapped the summary report on his desk, and asked with a slightly uneasy expression:

"You dare to put this kind of thing into my hands, are you sure that I will not punish you for the sake of your hard work and merit?"

? !

Hearing the blue-haired man's unceremonious question, the old man's back stiffened slightly, and several beads of muddy sweat suddenly appeared on his face covered with makeup.

"Your Majesty... I... I have really tried my best..."

Seeing the blue-haired man tapping his fingers on the table in dissatisfaction, the old man in rich clothes, whose vest was already soaked with sweat, could not help but beg in fear:

"As soon as I received your order, I contacted the Engineering Department and inspected almost all the tube furnaces in Rehe City. However, all tube furnaces were operating normally and no excessive water was pumped from the underground hot river. The problem is the underground thermal river itself.

After that, I asked my nephew to take the lead and led 20 exploration teams into the underground hot river. I melted more than 900 sets of heat-insulating armor in ten days, but still could not find the reason for the overheating of the underground river this year. Chen..."

"Sir Isaac!"

After raising his voice to suppress the complaints of the old man in rich clothes, the blue-haired man said with a sullen expression:

"You know, that's not what I want to hear! How hard you work and how hard you work has nothing to do with the results I want!

I just want to see in your report the reason why the Earth River is abnormal this year! What I want is the result, not the process. As long as you can find out the reason, I don’t care what the specific method is! "

"Your Majesty, I...I will go and continue to investigate, try my best..."

"Sir Isaac."

Once again interrupting the old man in Chinese clothes, the blue-haired man said with a dissatisfied look:

"What I want is not to try my best, but to be sure! The foundation for the existence of this Jehol City is the hot water pumped up from the underground hot river and then sent to the whole city through pipelines!

But now the water in the underground hot river is heating up abnormally, the temperature in the city is getting higher day by day, and the number of pipe furnaces damaged by water vapor is increasing day by day. This is a big problem that may cause the destruction of the royal capital!

But the result of the investigation report you handed over, with my full support, was that the reason could not be found? "

After picking up the investigation report on the table and throwing it on the carpet in front of the old man in Chinese clothes, the blue-haired man restrained the anger on his face, stared at the sweaty old man in Chinese clothes, and asked in an extremely cold voice:

"Mr. Isaac, you don't really think that if something goes wrong, you, the Minister of the Pipeline Department who knows nothing about the situation, can escape unscathed by just taking the blame and resigning, do you?"

"Plop!"

Frightened by the blue-haired man's tone, he knelt down on the spot. The old man in rich clothes, whose bow tie was soaked with sweat, almost lay half-lying on the carpet. With a trembling voice, he issued a military order to find out the cause. He was then half-supported by two attendants. Half dragged out.

After the sound of dragging in the corridor gradually faded away, another middle-aged man in plain clothes hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the document in his hand.

"Your Majesty, the note from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been rejected. According to what was passed down orally, it seems that they don't want too many political factors to appear at the wedding, so they refuse entry to people with the rank of Foreign Minister or above. You see..."

"Oh."

After looking through the documents on the table, the blue-haired man couldn't help but chuckle, and then commented with indifferent eyes:

“It’s just an excuse to delay.

The Kingdom of Korok suffered a catastrophic disaster, and the entire territory was flooded by the sea. This gave the cunning princess a huge advantage. The only thing she has to do now is to digest Korok with all her strength before other countries can react. 'Heritage' of the Kingdom.

So I even have reason to suspect that this so-called marriage is also one of her means of delaying time. After all, with every extra week of delay, she can absorb a little more of the essence left by the Kingdom of Crook, and can give that rotten kingdom Take another breath. "

"Your Majesty is truly knowledgeable."

After a timely compliment, the plainly dressed middle-aged man bowed and said:

"Then in your opinion, should we continue to deploy troops on the border and conduct a few more large-scale exercises to force them to change their minds?"

"Of course we should!"

After looking up at him, the burly blue-haired man leaned back in his chair and said with a firm face:

"According to my understanding of her, that woman who likes to play tricks will definitely not miss such a convenient opportunity as a wedding!

During the period when our envoys are banned from entering the country, she will definitely use the heritage of the Kingdom of Korok as bait to induce several other nearby kingdoms to reach a cooperation with her and join forces to strangle us!

So we should not only continue to deploy troops on the border, but we can even take the initiative to provoke and find ways to fight a few small-scale hot wars that can be controlled, forcing other forces in the other country to put pressure on her and force her to accept the entry of envoys!"

"Okay."

Nodding respectfully, after taking note of the words of the King of the North, the middle-aged man in plain clothes tentatively asked:

"Your Majesty, is the specific candidate for the envoy still Her Royal Highness Melisande?"

"Yes."

After hearing his sister's name, the blue-haired man's expression eased slightly, and then he replied in a gentle voice:

"Although Melisande is not familiar with government affairs, her status is noble enough to represent me in reaching cooperation with other kingdoms, and there is no need to worry about her safety. She is the only candidate for the envoy... Where is my soup? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

After hearing the blue-haired man's question, the attendant who had just run to the kitchen to ask for food, pushed an empty dining cart, and moved into the room from the door tremblingly.

"It's gone... There are only a bunch of empty basins in your kitchen... Now there are no... Even the cooks are gone..."

"..."

(Fuck the dish fuck)? ! ! !