Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113: Negotiating Team

This time the joint council was initiated by Medea. As the initiator, the Melox Empire, it is inevitable to give certain concessions in non-essential affairs and interests.

This is also the reason why Foer wants to expose the matter.

If Aslan did not make any concessions on the East Asian subcontinent, he would not mind delaying the establishment of the Outer Continental Council.

"The Principality of Prince is still a vassal state of our country and will not launch an attack abroad. At the same time, the market in the East Asian subcontinent must also be opened to the empire."

Aslan said without giving an inch.

Foer sneered, dismissively said: "Then there's nothing to talk about."

Aslan shrugged. The two strongest imperial emperors on the mainland were negotiating like hooligans.

"There's nothing to talk about. At worst, if I come to a blitzkrieg, I can win most of the East Asian subcontinent. When the coalition forces in the central plain come out, let's see who can hold on first."

Foer was short of breath, this was Chiguoguo's threat.

In this matter, the Melox Empire was not as anxious as the Maxim Empire.

The reason is simple. The border between the Maxim Empire and the central plain is the longest among the four countries, and the Melox Empire is the shortest. Once a war breaks out, the Maxim Empire will bear the brunt.

"If there is nothing to talk about, I will leave it to the negotiating team to talk about."

Foer said very stiffly.

Saint Peter couldn't help chuckling.

Foer is resigned. In fact, many issues are left to the negotiating team. They are composed of a professional team and will exchange interests accurately without involving personal feelings and emotions.

If Aslan and Foer were to negotiate, there was no guarantee that Foer would not be beaten to death on the spot.

At this moment, Foer understood the importance of his own strength for the first time.

The heads of state of the four countries present, as long as he is not a mentor level, and the other three are all great mentor level powerhouses.

It makes Foer even more incompetent.

In the end, the two sides broke up unhappy, but when they entered the state banquet hall, the representatives of the four parties all showed kind smiles.

Xia also took the initiative to say hello to Arthur, and the two chatted happily.

Kira went to Gawain for a drink.

The worse the relationship, the more intimate it is in public.

As soon as Aslan returned to the palace, he threw his coat on the ground without saying a word.

"What the hell!"

Listening to Aslan's roar, no one in the palace dared to comfort His Majesty the Emperor and let him calm down in the absence of Arturia and Nuomiri.

As for Her Royal Highness, she was on the magic tower, watching Aslan sulk, not to mention how happy she was.

Unknowingly, Aslan came to Limuru's bedroom, looked at Limuru who was still studying swordsmanship seriously, and couldn't help showing a gratified smile.

It's a pity that Limulu, who has been strict in doing things since childhood and practiced hard, does not have a high talent for cultivation.

He has completely inherited his mother's talent for knighthood. Simply put, he is insulated from magic, but his talent for knighthood is only half a bucket of water, only level five.

This kind of talent is definitely a genius level in an ordinary knight family.

In the mentor-level family, it can be regarded as the backbone of the future.

But in the eyes of a great mentor, it's a bit out of date.

Without a royal background, it would be difficult for Limru to break through to the mentor level in his life.

"Father!"

After practicing the sword, Limuru looked at his father who was lost in thought, and exclaimed with an innocent smile.

Compared with his mother, who was always strict with him, his father was very tolerant of him, and he was not even allowed to make any serious expressions in front of his father.

Limru used to be serious in front of Aslan, but he was amused by his father within ten minutes, and he grabbed his little feet and swiped them with feathers, which made Limru cry for the first time, even loudly. He called out to his mother, only to be let off by his father.

"Good boy, you've practiced swordsmanship well! You really deserve to be the child of me and Artoria."

Aslan picked up Limru with one hand, raised it a bit before putting it down.

"Yes, taller and heavier again."

Limulu, who is already nine years old, has reached a height of 1.3 meters. This growth rate makes Aslan very satisfied. His cultivation talent is average, but his appearance and figure are very well-proportioned.

"No, I have embarrassed my father and mother."

Limulu immediately remembered that his cultivation talent was too poor, and his face was full of disappointment.

Aslan flicked his head with his fingers.

"Your mother and I have always been proud of you."

Rimuru looked at his father suspiciously.

"Father, I don't understand."

Aslan rubbed Limuru's head and said: "You will understand when you are older. After you become a professional, you need to spend more time on cultivation, but you will spend more time studying. Similarly, becoming a qualified The emperor needs to work hard to govern, and it is impossible to waste too much time on cultivation, and the two cannot complement each other."

"Then why did father never have this problem?" Limulu said solemnly: "Father has reached the peak of the mainland, created the current empire single-handedly, and spends most of his time on the queen and the concubines..."

Aslan listened, his face darkened.

The image of the emperor uttered from Limuru's mouth feels like a licentious and immoral tyrant.

"Okay, I see, you are right, it seems that your recent homework is still too easy."

Aslan recalled the learning materials given to him by Wilson and Essien a little bit, most of the government affairs cases, these things are still taught to Limru too quickly.

After thinking about it, Aslan sorted out the knowledge of the earth's third-level high school, summoned the magic panel, and then sorted out all the topics he had read from his mind.

Limulu next to him turned green. He could understand all the words and numbers on it, but once they were combined, he couldn't understand any of them. His current courses were only at the elementary level. To complete these subjects, it is too exaggerated.

"Father, I am only nine years old!"

Limru had no choice but to remind.

Only then did Aslan wake up, and he also regarded Limru as a time-travel freak like Gwennaville.

The sound transmission notified Melita, the maid of the palace, she is a female dragon slayer and now has the strength of a mentor.

"Your Majesty! I have brought what you asked for."

Aslan looked at the thick stack of imperial primary school summer homework and primary school practice questions in Melita's hands, showing a devilish smile.

"Son, I will leave these topics to you! One book a day."

After finishing speaking, Aslan deliberately counted in front of Limru.

"Well, it's just right, thirty books. This is your homework for this month. I will check it every once in a while. Melita, you are in charge of monitoring. No one is allowed to write for him, and no one is allowed to answer questions for him. Once discovered, be decisive."

Melita shuddered immediately, and quickly lowered her head in response: "Yes! Your Majesty."