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At this moment, the way he is sitting firmly on the master's seat, isn't it just like sitting on a Diaoyutai?

Fishing all living beings and arbitrarily deciding the world, this is what a king should do!

"The French envoy is here!"

A guard in armor rushed in and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, the French envoy is here to see you."

"Proclaim him to the palace."

The emperor nodded, trying his best to put on a majestic look, but there was still a hint of fear between his brows.

This is for the English Minister to watch, and the whole set of plays must be done.Only when they see that the French are really powerful in the East, and even bold in the Imperial Palace, these English people will be anxious.

Just like now, the French envoy had already walked into the palace, facing him, the emperor, but he didn't even kneel down, and he didn't even do the most basic salute.

Being so arrogant and domineering is simply not a son of man!

"It's called... Dupin, right?"

The Emperor looked up and down the Oriental in front of him.

Although he was also a little puzzled as to why an oriental man could become the French minister, it was clear that this was not the time to care about these things.

"you……"

"Bold madman!"

The emperor just opened his head, and a guard stood up angrily.

"Since you see my emperor, why don't you worship!"

"who are you?"

Dubin just glanced at the guard, and then stopped looking at it. A guard of this level is not even worth his hands.

What's more, compared to these guards, there is still someone in the hall right now, who is more worthy of his attention.

"...Why are you here?"

Looking at the dignified Arturia in a black dress not far away, Dubin couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't I beat you to death? Why are you alive again?"

"What are you talking about? I am the Minister of England."

Arturia, who had some pain in her head, decided to play dead, and now she didn't want to fight this kind of unprepared encounter at all.

"I'm dealing with official business now. If it's private, we'll talk about it when I have time."

"It's okay, I'm also here to deal with business, and I'll talk about it after I finish the task."

Dubin also knew that this was not the time to speak, so he simply nodded, and then turned to look at the figure on the throne.

"You are the Emperor?"

"...I am indeed the emperor."

The emperor on the throne nodded, but felt something was wrong in his heart.

Although the French envoy was indeed as arrogant and domineering as he expected, and the effect he wanted to show the English people was indeed achieved-then he only had to pretend that he could not be persecuted, and could only agree to the French. Under harsh conditions, the English people whose interests have been damaged will naturally stand up and speak for him.

Everything is going smoothly, but why does he still feel that something is not right?

"I……"

"If you are the emperor, then you can count on your words, right?"

Before the emperor could say anything, Dubin interrupted directly.

"Then I said, France wants an exclusive trade license, will you agree?"

"Ah this..."

Faced with such a direct request, even though the Emperor was prepared, he was still taken aback by the question.

Is this... really no diplomatic etiquette at all?Is it that hard?

"I can't agree."

Seeing that Artoria, the English envoy, was still by his side, the Emperor pondered for a moment, and decided to continue to put on a show.

He has to do a full set of acting, if he doesn't resist, how can he show how many French people are...

"You don't agree?"

Dupin raised his head in astonishment.

"Do you want to think about it again?"

"...Are you threatening me?"

Taking a deep breath, the emperor showed an angry look.

"If I don't agree, will France send troops to the East? Is this your French trade? Is this the attitude of a Western power?"

While saying this, the Emperor looked at Arturia.

"If the French envoy has this attitude, then I would rather form an alliance with the English!"

"a wise decision."

Artoria also nodded repeatedly, this is what she wanted.

"The English never treat their allies badly. Rest assured, Your Majesty, our terms will never be as harsh as the French."

While saying this, Arturia smiled and cupped Dubin.

There is no doubt that this time she really wants to thank this foreign devil.If it weren't for this foreign devil messing around and putting on an arrogant and domineering posture, it would not be so easy for her to settle trade and trade—it's all right now, and she doesn't need to do anything on her side, this Dongyang The king himself fell to England.

And the more arrogant and domineering that foreign devil is, the more this Eastern king has to rely on England. This is the competition between countries, and it is the art of scheming. How can that foreign devil just run a martial arts gym? Can you handle such a complicated thing?

That simple-minded alien devil only knows how to use violence, it is impossible to win in this kind of thing...

"……and many more?"

Arturia suddenly felt that something was not right.

Just because in her sight, the devil from a foreign land had already clenched his fist.

"Are you really not going to agree to the trade license?"

Dupin raised his head and looked at the emperor on the throne.

"Think again, think again."

"I……"

The emperor looked troubled.

In all fairness, the emperor originally wanted to agree. After all, the French are powerful now, and he really has no ability to resist—but even if he agrees, he can't agree directly, at least he must bring the English together.

That's right, although he said that he would form an alliance with the English, he never thought of agreeing to the English family alone.The French and the English were playing against each other under him, and that was what he wanted to see.

And now, since he has pulled the Englishman into the field, the Frenchman's side naturally...

"I'll ask you again, do you really want to agree?"

"……Um?"

Hearing the sound close at hand, the Emperor who came back to his senses couldn't help raising his head.

Only then did he realize that the French envoy who was standing below had already stood in front of him at some point, with that ferocious face almost sticking to his face!

Is that French envoy so tall?

"I……"

Bang!

A fist as big as a sand bowl hit the face, and the emperor fell on his back!

"Escort!!!"

A guard yelled hoarsely, and then a large number of armored warriors rushed into the hall—but these guards with sharp knives did not dare to act rashly, just because the emperor they were loyal to was being held by the collar. half empty!

"How can you not agree? Who told you not to agree?"

It was Bangbang who hit the head with two fists again, and the emperor was immediately dizzy from the beating.

"I'm just here to do a task, how dare you not agree?"

"I……"

The emperor tried to speak, he wanted to say something, he never thought about not agreeing, he almost reached the point of his mouth just now.

But before he could say anything, he was slapped across the face again.

"I, I, I gave you face?"

Throwing the emperor to the ground, Dubin punched and kicked the emperor directly.

"Do you agree or not! Do you agree or not!"

"Answer, promise!"

The emperor nodded with difficulty, his head had swollen to twice its size.

"I... I didn't say I didn't agree!"

"... Agreed? Are you agreeing now?"

Du Bin's fists and kicks stopped immediately, but he never thought that the so-called emperor could agree to the trade treaty so simply.

It's enough to say that earlier, and he still needs to be so...

"wrong."

As if remembering something, Dubin shook his head again.

"Now you are in my hands, that's why I agreed. As long as I get out of here, you will immediately regret it, right?"

"This……"

The emperor was so choked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"You are not joking, I have already agreed..."