Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Although they are two kingdoms located on the same continent, the Eastern and Western kingdoms, the living habits of the Deep Forest people are very different from those of the Glow people.

For example, the Glow people like to add sugar to bread and eat it with honey. They think this is an elegant and upper-class eating method inherited from the elves.

But the people in the deep forest think that those who eat sweet bread are useless pigs. The real strong people like to eat salty bread, and the filling must be super spicy sauce made from crushed wild mountain pepper.

But no matter how fancy the inauguration ceremony is, it is just a set of procedures, so amidst some hesitant applause, the adjutant walked up to the stage and began to deliver his speech.

"Dear guests, dear friends, hello everyone!"

Ji Ming was originally paying tribute to the legendary scientist Hawking in his armchair, but he sat up straight after hearing this familiar opening statement.

No, you...

Then I saw the adjutant, who was probably in his thirties, began to speak fluently and recited a speech that was obviously prepared in advance, and every sentence was awakening Ji Ming's DNA.

"Today, we are gathered together to witness this solemn and sacred moment. First of all, on behalf of Christian Alliance Leader, I would like to express my warm welcome and heartfelt thanks to all the guests who have come from afar! Thank you for your presence on this special day , share the joy with us and participate in the grand event!"

At this point, Tuo took the lead in applauding in the audience, so everyone could only join in the excitement. Among the confused crowd, Ji Ming also smiled in relief.

These classics are naturally the legacy of King Lionheart. In order to prevent his vulgar subordinates from embarrassing himself during state visits, he not only imitated Napoleon and sewed buttons on his sleeves, but also personally finalized a series of formal occasions for the kingdom. fixed wording and terminology.

The deep forest people who are accustomed to freedom especially like this red tape. After all, this professional dictionary is quite thick. You can just copy it and sew it up and then take it out and read it. It is really easy to save trouble.

After accurately reciting the opening speech, which was not too long nor too short, exactly five minutes, the adjutant bowed slightly and announced as the host that the ceremony had entered the second stage.

Then there was the sound of heavy horse hooves getting closer and closer in the corridor outside the door, followed by the sound of metal colliding and rubbing.

The guests looked at each other, each other's faces pale, as if the hooves were not stepping on the floor, but... on their heavenly spirit caps.

Soon, as the large wooden door was slowly pushed open by the mercenaries, a high wall made of steel pressed in from the outside.

Deep Forest, which relies on military power as the foundation of its country, has had a strong martial spirit since its establishment. On such an important occasion, it is even more tempting to arm the protagonist to the teeth.

Therefore, if the heavy cavalry in the cold weapon era were tanks on the battlefield, then today's Christine is a doomsday fortress that can overwhelm it for more than 300 miles.

Slowly walking up to the high platform, which was fortunately made entirely of bricks, otherwise it would have collapsed today. Her gaze hidden on her helmet swept across the crowd. Almost every guest felt that the time her gaze fell on them seemed like a long time. Extra long.

[Savior, in fact, they are all just illusions. The one who has been stared at for the longest time is clearly you, and you look fierce.]

"I know, I don't want to know, shut up."

Kristen wanted to calm down, but how could she calm down at such a momentous moment?

Still unable to help but stomp the ground twice with his hoof, he suppressed his restless heart and took out a speech that was no bigger than his own palm.

She was ready to make a quick decision, finalize everything with one intermittent speech, and quickly embrace her victory that had been overdue for more than 20 years.

But as soon as the three words were pronounced, one of the guests in the audience suddenly raised his hand, as if a tombstone suddenly appeared on the grave.

In an instant, the air in the hall that had just calmed down solidified.

"Fuck..."

The guests sitting next to him were all frightened and moved quickly, for fear of accidentally splashing blood all over themselves.

Kristine did not speak, but slightly raised her head and glanced at him. He was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to retract, but his eyes trembled slightly, and he still raised his hand high again.

Ji Ming had a vague impression of this person. He should be the manager of a small chamber of commerce in the inner city. He had some relationship with the Business Federation, but he also had a lot of cooperation with the Adventurers Association. It was difficult to define the components.

But even though his self-control ability was pretty good, his shaking still revealed a lot of things, such as the direction in which his eyes were trembling. The person sitting across from more than a dozen guests was Sora, who had to make a choice tonight.

It could be said that it was quite disrespectful to Kristen to suddenly attack at such a time, but she was afraid of long nights and dreams, so she could only pretend not to see it and continued to read the manuscript.

But his hands have already been raised and his life is not on the line. How could the manager give up?

He sat down again as if he was accumulating strength, and then slapped the table to make it shake.

"Ms. Christine, could you please explain to us what happened to Mr. Finn!?"

His voice echoed throughout the hall, like a hammer hitting cold hard stone... Turns out it was made of plastic, making a crunching sound.

The guests who had pretended to listen "seriously" to Christine's speech also turned their heads and looked at the suddenly angry businessman, with expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces.

——No, buddy, I've given you a chance, but you really plan to hang yourself today - don't you think you have a long life?

It would be cowardly to pretend to be deaf and dumb now. Christine frowned slightly and put down the speech in her hand.

"We have clear findings regarding Mr. Fearn."

Her voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable majesty... In fact, if your weight has to be calculated in tons, you should be able to do it.

"He was assassinated by his enemies while out on patrol at night. The true identity of the murderer is still under investigation. I believe that I can lead the mercenary alliance to capture him. It is only a matter of time. I will be the first to do so when the time comes. We will inform you of the latest investigation results.”

However, the risk-taking businessman did not give up. He strode to the center of the hall, faced Christine with red eyes, and said loudly.

"However, as far as I know, Mr. Fane was bedridden from the sequelae after the last assassination. Where did he find the energy to go out on patrol? And everyone knows his wisdom. How could he be killed in the station? Kill someone?"

His voice echoed through the hall, causing a commotion.

The guests began to whisper and discuss. Although they did not go crazy together, what the businessman said happened to be what they suspected.

Anyway, the fire can't burn you, so let's burn it vigorously and let everyone have fun!

Kristine's expression also changed slightly. She didn't expect this guy to be so bold and challenge her authority so directly.

She took a deep breath to calm down the fluctuations in her heart, and then said coldly.

"Our conclusion is based on an objective investigation and will not be changed by some people's one-sided words. If you are interested in the results of the investigation, you can apply to re-initiate the investigation through formal channels."