Alien world

Chapter 411 69. Getting to know the guests
"Isabel, do you know the nobles here?"

Annan came close to Isabel who was picking food. Her championship crown had been put away, so she looked like an elf wearing a wheat ear headdress and a white dress.

"That's Duke Bredefield, that's Duke Gratton, that's Prince Wendell..." Isabel pointed to those big figures who were unattainable in Annan.

"Aren't these, um...are there any nobles from the Principality of Montabourlock at the banquet?"

"Girardi?" Isabel was quite smart under her eccentric appearance. She pulled Annan through the banquet, "That's him, the heir who escaped from the Principality of Montabourloch."

"escape?"

Annan saw a young man who was dressed luxuriously and couldn't hide his worry. No one came near him.

"What a coup. The heirs of Grand Duke Bullock were beaten to a bloody head. Giraldi came to the imperial capital for help. He must be extremely happy to know that you are here."

Just as Isabel said, Girardi recognized Annan, a young man with rare black hair, and invited Annan to help him regain his title.

"You shouldn't ask a young man who doesn't even have a fiefdom for this kind of thing." Annan declined, giving up the plan of asking him for help.It’s not clear who will ask whom for help.

And there is such a thing as heirs fighting for power... There is also a life box of the second prince in the town of Typhoon Shelter.

If Annan really stood with him, he would only be laughed at by the nobles - not at Annan, but at Giraldi's urgent treatment for his illness.

“If I need a lot of high-quality and low-priced resources, who is the best person to turn to?”

"That person..." Isabel pointed to a lady with a silk-covered white dress and a wine glass twirling her slender fingers.

"She is the deputy minister of the Imperial Procurement Department, but be careful, her nickname is the Iron Lady..."

Annan picked up a glass of red wine and walked towards Madam Tie while thinking about how to strike up a conversation. At this moment, her cold eyes fell over: "Hello, beautiful madam,"

"If you want to strike up a conversation, there are a lot of young girls at the banquet..." Mrs. Tie put down her wine glass, with a faint smile on her lips.

"I just admire-"

This was the first big shot he had direct contact with after coming to the imperial capital. Annan gave up his lame tricks and said disappointedly, "How did you see that?"

"That's how young guys struck up a conversation 20 years ago." Mrs. Tie chuckled and said, "Then, Mr. Champion, why did you come to me?"

"My future territory will need a lot of supplies, and I want to get to know you first."

"Have we met?" Mrs. Tie picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Well...have a nice day."

Annan returned to Isabel dejectedly, his invincible charm failing - he was convinced that Mrs. Iron must like women.

Fortunately, Minister Franning finished his work and took the initiative to come to Annan.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"I'm going to have something to eat!" Isabel sneaked away smartly.

"She is indeed an eccentric girl, isn't she?" Minister Fronning seemed to recall the long years of youthful past.

"Just finding the right role..."

Annan looked away from Isabel's back and said casually: "Are you busy?"

"I can't say that. That's just the way the finance minister is. He always has to have good dealings with the merchants and nobles."

"Mr. Froning, there is a long corridor between the Keating Principality and the Tatooine Empire, right?"

"You want our merchandise?"

Annan nodded: "We can also sell goods as suppliers." "Where is your territory? Do you plan to build a seaport? Do you have any advantages that other places don't have? Price, specialties, and quantity all count." Froning The husband entered working mode, and then remembered that he was just a young man in front of him: "——Should I ask more slowly?"

As for the Susan spinning machine... Annan saw it in the imperial capital, but only the name belonged to Annan.

"I'm sorry that I can't tell you for the time being, but I will never let you down... I will also hold a banquet in Syltovis at that time, and I hope you can come to attend."

"Then I'll wait for your invitation." For the sake of Susan's spinning machine, Minister Franning raised his glass and suddenly showed a helpless look.

"I'm sorry, I have to excuse you a little longer..." He looked at the big shot where there was a faint quarrel, and complained to Annan: "The Minister of the Interior is also here. He is still very immature, so immature that it seems like he was riding on my neck just yesterday. .”

With the emotion unique to immortals, Franning approached the officials.

Annan looked at them.

There are still distinct circles in this grand banquet-students and family members gather together, rich people and nobles gather together, Froning and the others?Those were the circles of "big men" who had their own forces and soldiers.At most, he just gestured to Annan with a condescending arrogance and asked how the Twelve Kings of the North were doing.

When Franning approached, they were having a heated discussion about the Tatooine Empire asking all non-Expeditionary Force national lords to pay the money.

Interior Secretary Bourque, who is in his 30s, is telling the messengers not to rush: "Gentlemen, please calm down first, things may not be that bad."

"The countries that have to pay this money include us," Froning said as he walked over.

Bourque suddenly yelled: "Why don't you son of a bitch the Military Department go to hell!"

"Froning, you are the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Is there no other way?"

Franning's strange accent mixed with Elvish spoke: "What the emperor has decided, if you want to resist, be prepared."

There was silence all around, and the big man's attitude became timid.

"We didn't want to resist..."

"It's just a discussion..."

"I just don't think this is fair..."

While the big shots were keeping secrets, Annan was getting to know the guests at the banquet.Unable to find a better opportunity than this, and even afraid that too many people would not remember them, Annan took out his notebook, wrote down their identities, and then drew a heart-shaped symbol on the back to express his goodwill.

Annan's actions were not hidden from everyone. After following for a while, Xian Na, Isabel and the others got together and chatted.

"I heard that succubi mark their prey like this."

"This is so succubus..."

"By Misgma, Annan needs to be severely punished!"

Red wine is inevitable at any banquet... It was inevitable for Annan to get to know the guests and start to try drinking.He usually sips lightly, but he can't help it and has met so many people.Gradually, a blush rose on Annan's cheeks.

"You'll get drunk if you drink any more."

At a certain moment, a gentle whisper sounded from the side, brushing the back of Annan's hand and taking away the wine glass.

"Thank you."

"Where do you live? Do you want me to take you back?" Gentle Whisper continued to ask.

"The Embassy...it doesn't matter, I'm with my companions." Annan cheered up and looked at the hazy face. "What shall I call you, my beautiful sister?"

"Sylvie."

(End of this chapter)