Chapter 560: Eleven. Wind. 26 (54)

Favna, who was wearing a full set of paper armor, secretly lifted the corner of the opening cloth, and the dignitaries who filled the horizon made her narrow her eyes slightly.
As has been repeatedly told beforehand, almost all the power centers of this country are gathered here.
Wearing a golden and purple intersecting costume, it is still difficult to hide the old and tired king naturally in the most central position. On his right hand sits the queen in a white formal dress, far beyond the human sense of smell tells Favna, the old woman To fight against time and wrinkles, I used cosmetics that even the dragon would faint after smelling. Even so, that thin face is still far away. By looking around the queen who will feel worse for a long time, the second princess on the right hand side of the king is relatively pleasing to the eye. Shi Shizhuang's face always showed a friendly smile, and nodded to a salute noble from time to time.
Very scheming woman.
Tagging the second princess, Favna then glanced at the boxes. The maid serving the royal family, the members of the Privy Council, the slutty young aristocracy, the officers of the navy and titans, the emerging consortium of gentlemen and their families... are all boring guys who do not know, nor can they make the dragon princess interested in knowing .
Fafna looked over the taller and more rear box. There was something that made her very concerned. Taking advantage of the vacancy before taking the stage, she must be confirmed.
(With!)
In an obscure corner box at the top, the two who can best determine Charlemagne’s domestic political landscape and foreign policy direction are brought into perspective, and his face is not healthy. Elderly men in red cardinal robes, and middle-aged men who always twist their cheeks and smile like profiteers. Seeing the latter's black line. Favna subconsciously remembered the edge of a president's office, using obsidian to make the floor, toilet, sink, bath, hanging black screens and bath towels, black tulips in the vase, and black and white photos can be used as a memorial service. Toilet. There are so many lovers in this world, why is there such a serious black love addiction? I really doubt that he cut it open, it is also black inside.
The two adults stared at the stage, but Fafna didn't feel the sight projected from there. Obviously, the two did not really come to enjoy the show, but another show. After watching it for another moment, the dragon princess gave a soft sip
(It turns out that I have prepared such an organization... It sounds reasonable, but it is really...)
When he smiled bitterly, someone behind him suddenly greeted:
"It's almost time you played."
"Okay. Okay...!"
Putting on a timid mask, she turned around and saw Salome, who played Beatrice, glaring at herself. Without any acting training, the witch, who can naturally integrate into the plot, is holding her pipe and looking at her with playful eyes.
"What... what's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"
"Miss."
Clamping a cigarette rod that didn't light a cigarette between his fingers, the voluptuous face came close at once, and the tip of the nose almost stuck together.
"Speaking lines and doing movements is part of acting in the end. As long as you work hard and train, you can achieve a considerable degree. But if you don't understand the role you play from the depths of your heart, it will only be second-rate after all. Whether it is steady as a mountain The knight, or the little girl who suddenly suffered from stage fright, must play hard."
"...It's really a cunning aunt. Obviously see through, did you deliberately turn a blind eye?"
Intimidated grinning fangs. The girl made a grimace to fight back. Because there is no Longwei attached, the grimace made by the pretty face becomes a little cute.
"Is that true?"
With a sly smile, the witch turned away with a pipe in her mouth. Favna was urged to take a deep breath, and with the staff's gestures, "John Knight" was also in full view.
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"Good day, Sir, I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Good day, Mr. President, what a chance encounter, are you this box?"
"Exactly. Is the Prime Minister next door? Would you like to go to me? Better sight and sound."
"Then there is work for you. Old people, their ears are always difficult to use, so they can hear clearly..."
A friendly conversation is like a warm greeting from a couple of years old friends who met in the theater. No one would think that this pair is actually a political rival and ally who has no interest in the show for many years.
Richelieu, who was indifferent, had no interest in enjoying the depraved drama, Li Lin himself had no opinion on it, and Brenhill, who was the substitute, had limited appreciation of the opera. Of course, thanks to the great Richard Wagner and Li Lin, she at least likes "Flying Valkyrie" and wedding march-although this preference has nothing to do with art itself.
They will be here, not accidentally, but arranged in advance.
The chaebol leaders and the prime minister often need to exchange views on issues, from the succession of the throne to the military trade, there are always issues that cannot be discussed under the table, and they need an undisturbed space for them to discuss and reach consensus. .
"The experiment of the new type of projectile was quite successful. Once it is put into actual combat after mass production, its killing effect will far exceed the existing projectile."
Brenhill gestured to express the difference between the two.
"I doubt it."
Richelieu's neatly trimmed goatee:
"It’s not that I don’t believe your company’s description of the power of new special shells, it’s just that I think that when Titans and the Navy have installed new weapons on a large scale, and the Army has not completed the rectification of the army, there is no need to add an additional budget. Pretend that... brutal weapons, please forgive me for using that word, Mr. President."
Brenhill desperately refused to let the green bars of his forehead emerge: humans, would the new shells also feel too brutal? This is really the darkest and coldest joke this year.
Brenhill spoiled Roland and was widely classified as a rationalist for humans in the elven camp. In fact, after more than a decade, her overall perception of humanity is still not good. Once, she thought that humanity is the most brutal race, but now it is just adding "one". In her view, as Roland is willing to coexist with the elves, after all, there are only very few. Humans can only be placed under the management system of elves~EbookFREE.me~ Under the system education officially approved by Alfheim, the new generation of human beings who instilled the correct ideological values ​​from an early age occupy the majority of society, the world can truly be Achieve long-term stability. Do humans now think others are cruel? There must be a limit to being funny.
"I admit that there is a surplus of new shells."
Brenhill's statement was very cautious. It was clear how many rabbits and humans with hair loss and skin ulcers disappeared in the crematorium in order to test mustard gas. Excess-This is definitely a reservation. In order to balance the balance between Charlemagne's Albion army, which has more advantages in artillery muzzle velocity and range, in order to save hundreds of tons of mustard gas, which is about to reach the storage life, the huge cost of destruction treatment, a glance at 9:26 Clock, she continued:
"I never doubt the combat effectiveness of Charlemagne's army, but in order to make the victory easier, we need to adopt some new means..." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets at the starting point. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.
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