After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

Chapter 258 Negotiating Table

Rose Hill stood motionless in front of the door, like a blatant voyeur, with scarlet eyes greedily looking at the woman on the bed.

She will stay here for many days, and he thinks that it is not because of him, but that the process of the meeting between Horace and King St. Warren needs to be advanced, and the important matters related to the truce are very important to her. She needs to stay at the palace until the end of the matter.

Sierra lay for a while, opened her eyes and sat up trying to call him. The door was ajar, and the bedroom was empty.

For a whole week, she hadn't seen Rose Hill, and she could only faintly notice his presence in the room every morning.

His deliberate avoidance made her puzzled, but she didn't rush forward.

Su would bring all kinds of rich food to fill her human appetite, and would take her to visit the garden lake in the palace.

And Rose Hill just stood behind the French windows of the palace, paying attention silently without saying a word.

Lance said: "Why don't you go to her? She can belong to you now, as long as you want, Selah will become our kind tomorrow."

"She doesn't like me." Rose Hill said lightly.

She always smelled of Loxyd, and she never left the bracelet, even on the day of her death.

He gave her choices, but he was never the chosen one.

Lance picked up a small pot of cactus on the table, put it on the window sill soaked in sunlight, turned his head and said, "I forgot to tell you, Selah said she didn't make a choice, maybe she didn't just because What about the war? You should be more confident in yourself?"

Sierra leaned on the cruise ship, squinting at the clear sky, wondering what she was thinking, when suddenly a sika deer sprang out from the nearby woods.

She turned her head to see it drinking water in the lake with its head down. After a few seconds of admiration, a vampire sprang out and bit off its neck without hesitation. Live.

Noticing that someone was staring at him, the other person raised his head, revealing a pair of blood red eyes, and greeted Sera with a mouth full of blood, "Hello, Sera."

Sierra was quite calm, lying on the side of the boat and asked, "Are you hunting?"

"Rose Hill has only allowed us to be vegetarian lately, so yes."

She nodded and moved her eyes away, not looking at the steaming blood floating upwards.

This afternoon, two unexpected people showed up.

Faster than Sara thought.

Here comes the King of St. Warren and the King of Sunderland.

A mighty group of well-equipped men and horses slowly entered from the gate of the palace.

It took them half a month to arrive here to attend the meeting organized by Hollus under the situation where Rilenny's artillery was flying all over the sky. In other words, all of this was the result of Rose Hill's manipulation.

The powerful country of Sunderland is his hometown, and he has countless people there, all of whom are contacts accumulated over the centuries. It is easy to summon two kings.

Serra changed into the gorgeous dress that Sue had brought, a gentle and classic tutu made of brocade and lace.

She hasn't worn this kind of corset skirt for a long time, but fortunately, she is thin enough, and the corset is tied a little, and the waist is thin enough.

Su put her hair up, looked at the blonde girl in the mirror, and said, "You and the woman in the mural are completely different styles."

The 18-year-old Sierra is a dazzling blooming rose, and the 20-year-old Sierra is a peaceful spring water, with a very quiet temperament and unreasonable attraction.

Sera touched her face, "Yeah, they are two different faces, but they can always recognize them at a glance."

"Oh, that's because your soul is unique." Su pulled her up and said jokingly, "If you don't wear that string of mermaid bracelets, I can guarantee that you are the most attractive food for us to taste."

Sera smiled and followed her to the conference hall.

In the hall covered with red carpets, several giant national flags are hung between the scroll decorations of the Ionic columns, a world map is placed on the round table, the three kings form a triangular seat, and a huge black bear is crawling at the feet of the King of Sunderland side.

Sera, who opened the door and entered, saw such a majestic scene.

Rose Hill didn't sit beside any of them, and his tall figure stood in front of the window, looking out at the gloomy rainy day outside.

The heavy door closed, and Sera unconsciously puffed up his chest and walked in, sitting down beside Horace.

Before that, she never thought of sitting with the most authoritative king in the world to discuss war, and now everyone is looking at her, as if waiting for her to make a decision.

She breathed out lightly, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Hollus said: "The war has been a bitter one for all our people, and I am willing to return all the colonies I have plundered."

When he said this, his heart was bleeding.

The land plundered at such a high price, and the colonial regime has not yet been fully stabilized, just because a woman wants to throw it out again, then all the war losses in recent years have become a joke and vanished.

His thoughts were also heard by Rose Hill without reservation.

The king of St. Warren is a middle-aged man with black skin and white hair, wearing chain mail and full of heroism. He sneered and said, "How many of us have you enslaved and abused? Even if you don't surrender, my territory can be taken back."

Since the St. Warren Conservative War between the two countries, domestic turmoil has caused heavy casualties. If the King of Sunderland hadn't stopped the aggression suddenly and provided them with weapons and troops to fight, he might not be able to sit at the negotiating table now. This temper Only dare to send it to Lilenni.

Sera can basically guess what these kings think.

She tapped her fingers on the table and drew back the attention of the three of them, "In the past year, the war between St. Selling drugs to sustain arms purchases."

The fig leaf was torn off in public, and Horace looked at her in disbelief. Since Rose Hill was there and there were vampires everywhere, he gritted his teeth unwillingly and did not dare to make a sound.

In the early years, he failed to get rid of that nasty vampire by any means, and now he has no courage to confront him.

Rose Hill turned around, his scarlet rabbit eyes narrowed slightly, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

"And you St. Warren." Sera said calmly: "The slaves are flooding, and the battle is almost wiped out. The people should only want a stable life, and don't want war."

"Continue to fight like this." She stopped her fingers, and on the map in the middle of the table, the small flag of St. Warren was directly pushed down by her.

"You!" The king with the sword on his waist stood up and looked at Sera angrily.

(End of this chapter)