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The sound of the door opening startled everyone in the courtyard. The guards standing around turned their eyes towards the gate, holding the scabbard in their left hand and the hilt in their right hand, with alert eyes.

The three people beside the stone seat stopped talking, turned to look at the gate, with curious expressions on their faces.

Weilin was the first to enter the courtyard. Seeing the Tetons with different clothing styles and all of them with white hair, he became extremely curious.

His eyes wandered around, observing everything around him.

Kyle followed closely behind him, entered the courtyard, and stood behind his master with a calm expression and focused eyes.

As for Carter, the captain of the Seventh Security Management Team, after the two important figures entered the courtyard, he gently closed the door and stood guard outside the door himself.

"May I ask who you are, both of you?"

The leading Teton youth already had a guess in his mind, but out of basic etiquette, he still pretended to be puzzled and asked in a friendly tone.

"I am the ambassador appointed by the expeditionary force. You can call me Viscount Qixing." When Weilin heard the more familiar common language, a kind smile appeared on his face and he answered.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Ambassador. My name is Roger Prescott, the third son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Teton Kingdom. It's a pleasure to meet you here." The white-haired young man in the lead placed his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed his head and said respectfully.

The Tetons in the courtyard bowed to show their respect.

Seeing a group of white-haired creatures saluting him, Weilin suddenly felt very strange.

After exchanging pleasantries, Weilin and Rogier sat on the left and right sides of the stone table, while the others stood beside them.

"Emissary Rogier, do you have a map of the administrative regions of the Kingdom of Teton?"

"Your Excellency the Ambassador, please wait a moment." Roger said apologetically, and then ordered his subordinates to go to his room to get the map for the other party to see.

In less than a moment, Roger's deputy came to the stone table with a parchment map, spread out the map of the Teton Kingdom, and then retreated behind Roger.

"Your Excellency Ambassador, look, this is the administrative map of our Teton Kingdom. There is a central region and 29 local regions. The land area is 8.86 million square kilometers. It is divided into five regions with the capital as the center: North Border, East Border, South Border, Southwest Border and West Border." With Roger's explanation, Weilin had a general understanding of the current situation of the Teton Kingdom.

There are three main forces in the entire kingdom: the royalists headed by the king, the aristocratic faction headed by the great nobles, and the storm faction headed by the Church of the God of Storms.

Under the three major factions, there are many small forces that depend on the three major factions for survival.

Due to the "disappearance" of the God of Storms, the Storm Faction gradually showed signs of decline among the three forces and was eaten away by the Royalists and the Aristocrats.

"Emissary Rogier, what is your position?"

Facing Weilin's question, Roger smiled and answered: "Your Excellency, Ambassador, I am loyal to the entire country."

"Hahaha, very clever answer." Weilin looked at the white-haired young man in front of him and already had the answer in his heart.

He thought this guy was a royalist, but the result was unexpected.

But I don’t know what the other party’s plan is, as he dared to tell me so openly.

However, there is no need to rush now. Anyway, there is still half a month before I go to the Teton Kingdom, and Roger will definitely contact me during this time.

The two of them changed the subject and began chatting about the customs and practices of various parts of the Teton Kingdom.

When he learned that 95% of the Tetons had white hair, Weilin actually felt excited.

As it grew darker, Weilin stood up, a faint smile on his face, and said goodbye.

"Emissary Rogier, I will come to Naxos again in three days. If you are confused, you can find me at the opera house on Minsk Street."

"Your Excellency the Ambassador, take care." Roger stood up, his eyes gleaming with gratitude, and said goodbye.

After bidding farewell to Rogier, Weilin and Kyle left Nax City and returned to the Star-Moon airship.

"My lord, when we talked about the hair color of the Tetons just now, your emotions fluctuated greatly." On the deck, Kyle turned his head to look at Weilin and began to narrate.

"There are indeed big fluctuations." Weilin did not hide it and answered openly, "Who would have thought that there is such a country across the sea? I am really curious about what the women there look like."

Hearing his master's undisguised answer, Kyle's mouth twitched slightly and he shook his head gently. He then stopped talking about this topic and turned to enter the Messier demiplane, ready to try out new spells.

Looking at Kyle's departing back, Weilin reflected on himself for a while, then called Miller over and started playing chess under the moonlight.

……

At night, in the small courtyard on the left side of the Seventh Public Security Administration Office in Nax City, Rogier called the two deputy envoys into the room, and the three of them sat by the window, drinking and discussing important matters in the moonlight.

"Brother Roger, why did you tell the ambassador today? If he arrives at the Teton Kingdom and informs the king of this matter, won't the organization's plan fail?" The young man sitting on the right had a worried look on his face, his brows furrowed, and his tone was full of doubt.

Roger did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it. Then he sighed and said slowly, "This is also a helpless move! If we follow the organization's previous plan, our chances of successfully seizing the kingdom's power are too slim."

He put down his glass, looked into the distance with a serious look, and continued to explain: "For the expeditionary forces from another world, as long as they believe in the Goddess of Life, join the Order camp, and obey their orders, then no matter who governs the Teton Kingdom, it doesn't make much difference to them."

"So, this is an opportunity for the organization and for Your Highness. Perhaps it is the only opportunity." Roger's eyes flashed with determination, and he said without any doubt.

"I will take the initiative to explain to His Highness when I return. How about you two just follow my orders for now?"

Roger's eyes swept across the two deputy envoys, with a barely perceptible coldness in them.

After a long time, the young man sitting on the left raised his glass, his eyes were a little hesitant, and then replaced by a firm look: "Brother Roger, I hope we don't have to fight."

The young man on the right raised his glass, a look of melancholy on his face, and finally sighed.

Seeing this, Roger smiled, poured himself half a glass of wine, and raised his glass to clink with the two men.

The three wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound, representing that the three had reached a consensus. Roger was the leader of this action, with the other two assisting.