With the help of the maids, Ron wore a big dress that was of no use other than being beautiful.

In order to welcome the central mission, it is very necessary to wear grand clothes.

Fortunately, according to the old housekeeper, the central mission is about half an hour away from their Duke's Mansion, so the preparation time is quite sufficient.

After quickly putting on this big dress specially used for attending major occasions, Ron hurried out of the room and prepared to gather everyone outside the city to welcome the central mission that was about to arrive.

However, just as Ron walked out of the room, a familiar figure appeared in front of Ron.

"Norid?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

The person who appeared in front of Ron was Ron's younger brother, Nolid.

At this time, Nolid also changed into a grand dress.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have been waiting here for Ron for a long time.

"Brother!"

Seeing that Ron came over, Nolid hurried and greeted Ron enthusiastically.

Then he winked at the servants behind him and Ron.

These personal servants are all old people who have worked in the Duke's Mansion for many years.

Therefore, when faced with Nolid's look, they naturally understood it, and then retreated obediently, leaving room for Ron and Nolid.

After all the attendants retreated, Nolid hurriedly asked Ron:

"Brother, have you thought about the wording of rejecting the Central Envoy's request to borrow troops?"

"…Well." Ron nodded, "Let's just think of a decent and convincing statement."

Nolid puffed out a few times with excitement.

"That's great, brother."

"First receive the envoys from the central government, and then use the rhetoric you have thought of to reject the central government's request for borrowing troops!"

"……Um."

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...

Although Ron's direct elders have all died, only Nolid is the brother.

Although there are many children, only Boris is adults.

Therefore, Ron only brought Nolid and Boliss, under the escort of 20 soldiers from the Winged Cavalry Regiment, to the city to welcome the soon-to-be-arrival envoys.

The rain has not stopped, and Nolid and Boliss stand behind Ron's left and right sides respectively.

Behind the three of them stood a cavalry cavalry who was responsible for holding umbrellas and sheltering them from the rain.

Ron and the other three could have umbrellas to shelter from the rain, and the members of the wing-suited cavalry regiment responsible for acting as guards were not treated so well.

As guards, they could only expose their bodies to the rain curtain and let the rain wash away their armor and bodies.

Dada dada dada...

——Here comes.

Ron, who heard the sound of horse hooves, opened his eyes and recovered from his state of closing his eyes and resting.

Ron loves hunting, so he is very sensitive to the sound of this animal activity.

His eyes passed through the thin rain curtain and looked towards the horizon directly in front of him.

After a while, five figures of people riding on horseback slowly rose from the horizon directly in front of them.

——Hmm? What's going on...

Looking at the five figures rising from the horizon, Ron frowned while making a puzzled sound in his heart.

Also frowned, there were Boris and Nolid beside him.

Because they all found a little unusual.

That is, the number of envoys is too small.

Ron counted over and over again, and only counted 5 people.

At first, Ron thought that the other people from the embassy had not appeared from the horizon.

However, until these five people were far away from the horizon, no one appeared from the horizon again.

This is the first time Ron has seen such a small group of envoys.

Although the envoys sent by the central government to send vassals should not be large in size, it should not be so small...

——Is something unexpected happening?

——Forget it, don’t think so much first. Now let’s go up and greet the envoy first.

After making up his mind and deciding not to think more about why the number of envoys was so rare, Ron led everyone to welcome the surprisingly small number of envoys.

...

...

The two groups of people gradually narrowed the distance.

Finally - Ron and others came to the head of the envoys' horse.

"Empress," Ron took the lead and said respectfully, "Welcome to the Duke of Connout."

After Ron's luggage, Boris, Nolid, and his guards bowed their heads to the envoys in front of them.

Slap - The man in the middle of the envoy jumped off the horse's back.

Then the other four people dressed as a guard followed closely and turned over and dismounted.

Even when they jumped off the horse's back, the four guards still kept their guard tightly beside the man who jumped off the horse's back first.

The man who first jumped off the horse's back, after his feet landed on the ground, opened his cloak hood that was used to cover his head with rain.

A beautiful face with a young but surprisingly pale face was revealed.

"Hello, Duke Connaut." The girl smiled, "I have long admired Daming."

The girl has a water-blue shawl hair and a water-blue pupils.

After the blue-haired girl pulled a hood on her head to block the rain and exposed her face, Ron - and Boris and Nolid, who were standing beside him, all stared wide.

"Ge, can you be an envoy?" Because he was too surprised, Ron subconsciously asked a rather rude question.

Faced with Ron's rude problem, the blue-haired girl seemed to be unwilling to do so, and continued to keep a warm smile and said:

"Yes, I'm the envoy - Kylor Cook."

After saying that, the blue-haired girl took out a piece of paper covered with mud from her cloak.

"This is a diplomatic document." said the blue-haired girl, Kylor, "please check it out."

Ron hurriedly stretched out his hands, took the diplomatic document respectfully from Kylor, and then looked at it with a glance.

In the document, there is no problem with whether it is a template for the writing or the final central seal. It is a genuine diplomatic document.

After confirming the authenticity of this diplomatic document, Ron's doubts became even more serious.

——It’s strange… When did the Central Committee have such a young foreign minister…

In Ron's impression, the youngest among all the current foreign ministers in the central government is a middle-aged man who is almost 40 years old.

Ron couldn't help but say in his heart:

——Among the central foreign ministers, Kylor Cook should be the number one person...

——Hmm? Kylor Cook?

——Kelol Cook…Kelol Cook…

While Ron kept repeating the full name of Kylor in his heart, he was plundering his memories.

Because Ron always feels that the name is very familiar, and it seems that he has heard it somewhere before...

Just as Ron struggled to recall the memory of the name of Kylor Cook—

"ah!"

Boris, who was beside him, suddenly screamed.

Then he asked Kelol with a hint of excitement:
Chapter completed!