The sin of wearing a crown

Xinchazan, the actual pronunciation of this goatee's name should be more complicated than this, with a tongue-splitting accent unique to the desert. It is estimated that only the confusing accent of the Romans on the permafrost can pronounce it. Let’s compete with this somewhat weird and mysterious pronunciation.

Ancientness does not simply mean savagery, it can also be mysterious, especially in this world where extraordinary powers exist.

Lin En looked at the thin but energetic old man.

Well, it might not be polite to describe him as an old man. From those gentle and wise eyes, the young gentleman seemed to see the charm of the elder's experience flowing through him. His smile makes people fall in love easily, and an amiable elder probably describes such a person.

The little gentleman's heated brain cooled down slightly.

I hope that this person will not say something that will give him a headache like those people who are swarming around, so that I can send him away.

In addition, does this wise old foreign gentleman speak common language?

"Dear Mr. Lynn Moriarty, my name is Xinchazan. I come from the Black Scorpion tribe of Mesolon. I studied in Livia for a period of time. I am a person who has received the baptism of civilization, not those who are stubborn. Those who refuse to change." Xin Chazan used fluent common language to dispel Linn's doubts.

"Mr. Xinchazan, seeing you makes me smell the smell of wind and sand." Linn's nose twitched twice, displaying the unique sense of humor unique to Albion people.

This Xinchazan looks a bit like a comprador.

In addition, Linn felt some subtle ridicule towards Xinchazan, who was completely Albionized, spoke with a strong Stim accent, and claimed to be a member of civilization. The so-called civilization is the cultural radiation of the strong to the weak, a deterrent stick with one hand, and cultural output with the other. This is called civilization.

Civilized exchanges can be commerce, swords, guns and fire, or of course, they can rely on a woman's belly like a book.

The civilization of Mesolon was probably tamed by the powers of the mainland.

It's almost like the lighthouse tamed the Indians, except that the areas they live in are mostly windy and sandy areas, which are far less lush than the Far South Continent. After the powerful people agreed, they could just keep the raw materials and sell them. After all, they couldn't send noble people. Our soldiers go and eat sand like those desert bandits.

"Mr. Xinchazan is very kind and kind. When I was in trouble by the attendant at the gate, he was the one who rescued me."

Holding his own painting tools, Worden expressed a very grateful attitude. It seemed that after completing Lynn's portrait, his whole person had sublimated. He no longer focused on material things like in the past, but understood how to be grateful. Linn glanced at his suitcase, and his empty paint box could be seen in the unclosed lid.

Lin En found it interesting when he heard this.

If a down-and-out artist is helped by a stranger, those writers will definitely make a fuss here. To be honest, there is no way these two people can get together. It can only be said that fate has always been magical.

"Master Woden's achievements still need to be improved. It is far from enough to truly retain the beauty of Mr. Lin En, but this respect is worthy of praise. There are too many dirty desires in this world, but there is a lack of true gratitude and Belief."

Xin Chazan took over the words, and then he sighed slightly.

"When the steam engines began to roar, people's morality and conscience began to sink, and the wind and sand in my hometown were replaced by oil. Today I saw the pure story between Mr. Linn and Master Woden, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of The urge to cry.”

"My skills are not perfect enough." Woden's face was a little ashamed, but it was quickly replaced by fanatical motivation.

"The moon and sixpence are both extremes. Mr. Worden, I don't want you to forget to look up at the moon just because you picked up the sixpence, nor do I want you to starve to death just by looking at the moon."

After all, it was his goal to do good deeds every day. Seeing that he used all the paint on the portraits of himself and Amiste, Linn decided to keep talking, otherwise this guy might do something wrong because of his hot brain. sane things. The rough story of the moon and sixpence had been circulated in the salon, and Lynn did not have to worry about the funny situation in which Worden would not understand his own exhortations.

"No matter which end you go to, you will become completely rigid. Only through constant movement can you keep yourself alive." Xin Chazan echoed in time. His voice was like running water, soothingly conveying the sincere teachings into the ears.

When Woden heard Linn's admonition, it was like a believer hearing the holy words of a priest. After thanking the two nobles again, he wisely left first.

Xin Chazan was more serious at this time and brought the topic to the main topic.

"Mr. Lynn, I wish to gain your friendship."

"A lot of people have gained my friendship today, and you are no exception." Lin En replied at the speed of light, thinking about his next sentence before sending Xin Chazan away.

"From what I have observed, you appear to be as much a new force in Albion politics as Mr. Leonardo."

The words of this wise elder immediately made Linn realize that he had overlooked something.

Regardless of whether it is a powerful country or a small country, when power changes within it, it will always attract attention. Powerful powers will choose those who suit their own interests, while small countries will have to decide who they will follow. In this political salon, I was intimately summoned by Raphael and others, talked freely with Leonardo, and came into contact with so many people. I was determined to be the spokesperson of Amiste. After these activities, Linn was definitely not the same as before. In the political situation, we are at a loss.

Instead, he earned a place for himself.

With such potential, he, the envoy of Mesolun, would naturally come to gain friendship.

"so what?"

Linn unknowingly imitated the tone of the Countess' superior.

"If you can get help from friends outside Albion, it will definitely be a big help to you. The people of Mesolon have always been hospitable and like to make friends." Xinchazan's attitude was a bit humble, like He was rushing to send money to Lin En. This is how helpless a minister from a small country is when faced with a powerful upstart.

"Then what do I have to pay?" Lin En felt that this person was a bit interesting. He might not be the simple comprador he imagined.

"A promise."

Xinchazan has no nonsense, and the refreshing feeling from the people of Fengsha is shown.

"When Mesolon encounters a crisis, you need to exert your influence to promote Albion's decision and provide practical support internationally." Xinchazan's attitude was very low, and he did not act like a local tycoon from a country that sells resources.

"...You also asked Leonardo for this promise, right?" Linn lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"Of course the more friends the better."

"Then did he promise you?"

"Mr. Leonardo is willing to pay this commitment."

"Sorry, I can't give you this promise." Lin En refused this easy benefit somewhat beyond Xin Chazan's expectations. "The relationship between countries is complicated and ruthless. I don't know how you think about it, but I think so, so I don't want to be a breach of trust, even if it's just a possibility."