When you face the enemy, do you only have a cold gaze and sharp fangs?
Watching the female Cleaner smile so broadly when looking at Leon, but with a taut face when looking at us, the envoys from various Kingdoms fell into a speechless silence.
So, by this logic... you're in cahoots with him? We are actually your enemies?
"Ah, no!"
Facing the group of envoys with darkened faces, the female Cleaner realized her mistake and hurriedly waved her hands to explain:
"I'm on your side. He is..."
At this point, she instinctively paused, waited until Leon had gone far to find Queen Veronica, and then finally relaxed her face and whispered:
"He's my enemy! As a Princess of the Northern Kingdom, I would never collude with him, please rest assured!"
"..."
Rest assured? After seeing your behavior, we might as well give up!!!
...
"Veronica."
Disregarding the female Cleaner being "besieged" by allied envoys, Leon walked back to the place where envoys from various Kingdoms argued previously, flipped his hand, and took out a small plate of red velvet cake from the Mirror World, handing it to Queen Veronica.
"Are you hungry? Would you like to eat sothing to tide you over?"
"Yes!"
Looking at Leon's still candid eyes and hearing his caring inquiry, Queen Veronica, who was a bit worried before, imdiately relaxed.
Although the situation over there was sowhat concerning, Leon's expression didn't seem like he had done anything wrong, so the situation was probably not as she had feared.
However, although rationally she could think clearly, upon recalling the previous scenes, Queen Veronica still felt a bit jealous.
Looking at the plate handed over, her lips slightly moved, wanting similar feeding treatnt, but unfortunately, with envoys around, she couldn't bring herself to ask.
Regretfully taking the plate, Queen Veronica ate two pieces on her own, then handed it back to her attendant, and subsequently linked arms with Leon, introducing him to each envoy present.
After politely greeting each one, Leon habitually touched his cufflinks, using the Black Goat's soul vision to examine the soul colors of these envoys.
Ambition, integrity, cunning, loyalty, doubt, humility...
Overall, the good and bad were half and half, but slightly more "bad," none belonging to pure good. The souls seed mixed and chaotic, lacking the Cleaner's pure (foolish) innocence.
On the flip side, these people also didn't seem to be related to "bad." Their souls, although chaotic and noisy, didn't appear filthy, indicating they should have a decent moral bottom line while pursuing interests.
All in all... This definitely matches Veronica's taste in allies, without any hidden schers.
After examining the allies, Leon's expression instantly beca much more approachable, and with Queen Veronica's introductions, he politely shook hands with each envoy, actively showing goodwill.
As Leon's deanor softened, the envoys from allied countries also collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
For so reason, although Prince Leon's expression was very gentle, not cold, when he doesn't smile, he brings an inexplicable pressure.
This strange sense of oppression isn't the deanor cultivated from years of giving orders but more like an instinctual fear, similar to how one unconsciously watches an elephant's steps when too close.
Even if this elephant raises its trunk to greet you amicably, the disparity in "mass" inevitable makes one worry if they might get stomped...
"Lord Leon."
Having shaken hands with Leon's "trunk," feeling the warmth of human skin, the leader of the Orleson Kingdom's Conservative Party finally temporarily shrugged off the strange pressure and smiled:
"I have long heard of your esteed na. I originally planned to formally et you with a wedding gift on behalf of the Kingdom once the banquet started, so I didn't co to visit. I hope you don't mind."
"You are too kind."
Having received training from the armored old man and learned so basic etiquette, Leon hastily returned the gesture, sowhat clumsily.
Realizing from the soul state that this was a genuine comnt rather than re courtesy, Leon curiously asked:
"May I ask where you've heard of my na?"
"Haha, Miss Abigail from the Scorpio Branch and I are relatively close relatives; I heard so things about the Clean-up Bureau from her."
Abigail... oh, the goat whip!
Upon hearing a familiar na, Leon's expression instantly ward further.
Although this leader isn't a Cleaner, it wouldn't hurt to connect with soone related to Abigail; after all, he aims to accumulate a set of goat products, relying on the whip in her possession. Knowing more acquaintances might aid this.
On the other hand, the smiling, benevolent fat old man also seed to harbor similar thoughts.
Utilizing a shared acquaintance to draw closer, the Orleson Kingdom's Conservative Party leader imdiately seized Leon, indulging in effusive praise, despite ten out of eleven sentences being pointless, rapidly warming what was slightly cold earlier.
Once the formal pleasantries among allies concluded, the self-proclaid relative of Abigail seized the chance to tactfully inquire about the distribution of the Crolock Kingdom's "inheritance."
"Let handle this."
Seeing Leon slightly troubled, surrounded by the Orleson Kingdom's envoys, Princess Veronica chuckled, took over, and started dealing with the pestering envoys.
Relieved by Veronica's intervention, Leon quickly found an excuse, slipped out of the crowd, found a spot beside a pillar, sat down, and exhaled in relief.
The way these envoys ingratiated themselves really made one's scalp tingle.
He rely intended to familiarize himself and expand his network in the Orleson Kingdom, hoping it might co in handy in the future, but seeing their thod of using "networks," it's evident they imdiately put them to use, climbing up smoothly.
If Veronica hadn't smoothed out the situation, based on the atmosphere at the ti, if he didn't leave sothing behind, escape might truly be difficult; these situations where you only talk but can't act really...
"Too unsuitable for ... Ugh... I really can't do this..."
Surprised by the sound, Leon involuntarily glanced over to find the female Cleaner having freed herself from a wave of envoys, now sitting on the opposite side of the pillar, wiping her eyes as she murmured to a small mirror:
"I've already said I wouldn't be an envoy. Harvey insisted... Ugh... Uncle Grandpa, I want to go ho..."
(T⌓T)
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