970 Chapter 970: Business

Sunken eye sockets, sallow and thin complexion, and an overindulgent appearance made the two of them feel helpless.

As evidenced by heaven and earth, the two of them have been really exhausted these past few days, and they have no extra energy to think about that matter.

Aslan and Duke Medea were abruptly pulled up from the bed by Nomiri and Artoria.

Wash your face and brush your teeth. Fortunately, both of them are already great mentor-level powerhouses. They forcibly use magic power to restore their state, at least the appearance looks the same as usual.

Nuomili snapped her fingers, and dozens of maids came in, each holding several to dozens of services and accessories in their hands.

Seeing the corners of Aslan's mouth twitching, Duke Medea simply stood there and let Artoria play around.

The second daughter is so excited!

Nuo Charming chose a black and gold royal robe for Aslan. She didn't understand why Aslan chose such a style before, but now it seems that it is mysterious without losing majesty.

Arturia chose a black lace dress for Duke Medea, showing her graceful figure to the fullest, with black lace gloves on her snow-white arms, and a black gauze hat with a round edge, showing her appearance to the fullest. Cover up, looming.

The main dress of the two is mainly mysterious.

After all, the founding emperor and empress are both great magisters of mysterious powerhouses. With such a combination, in the tens of thousands of years of history in the mainland, there have been several pairs of empresses at the level of great mentors, but they are both great magisters, and only Merlock Sri Lanka Empire.

All morning, Aslan and Duke Medea spent all their time changing and dressing up.

After all this tossing, it will be three poles in the sun.

The four of them walked to the restaurant of the magic tower, and Vatini had already prepared a light lunch.

The banquet for the promotion celebration has already started, but Aslan and the Duke of Medea, who are the protagonists, have not appeared for a long time in their identities, and no one dared to make any sense.

The banquet will be held for three days, and Aslan and Duke Medea only need to show up during these three days.

Mario also came back to help a few days ago. When she saw Aslan and Duke Medea again, she bowed her head in dismay.

During this period of time, whenever the night was quiet, she would always recall that night.

She obviously has no interest in men at all, but she was fascinated by that matter.

Mali wanted to say loudly, "I'm curvy, and I'm not interested in straight ones at all."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Duke Medea smiled and greeted his disciples.

Aslan glanced at Maliu and nodded gently.

Mario quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Aslan, and now she could not face Aslan directly.

"Who are the people here this time?" Duke Medea asked.

"The governors of the provinces and the lords and nobles of various places." Natal put down the knife and fork in her hand, and added with a solemn face: "It's just that the Maxim Empire, the capital of magic, and the East God religion all sent envoys."

"Teacher, the visitor is not kind."

The Duke of Medea may have guessed something, smiled and shook his head at Aslan, but Aslan nodded and did not speak.

At this moment, the tacit understanding between the couple is fully revealed.

"You just need to be responsible for your own affairs. I will handle the affairs of the envoys of the Three Kingdoms." Aslan put down the knife and fork in his hand and said while wiping his mouth.

Natal opened her mouth, but she still didn't say anything in the end. The envoys sent by the Three Kingdoms must be uneasy and kind at this time.

It was after three o'clock in the noon that Aslan slowly appeared on the high platform outside the magic tower.

Seeing Aslan and Duke Medea come out hand in hand, deafening cheers erupted in the square.

A loud hearty laugh, as if stepping on a spot, resounded outside the city of Melo.

"Magic Parliament Klein, Emperor Homerox has become a great magister, and the mainland has added an immortal emperor."

Outside the city of Melo, nearly a hundred magisters stood in the air, and the magicians of the magic capital who unified the white magic robes shouted to the Medea Magic Tower: "Congratulations to Emperor Melox for stepping into the pinnacle of the mainland!"

The shouting voice that contained magic power spread across the entire city of Merlot like a giant wave.

Aslan smiled and waved back to Klein.

In the mainland, to be called a great emperor, one must not only have outstanding achievements, but also have a hard target, that is, a master-level powerhouse.

Klein was flying towards the magic tower at a slow speed.

Klein, as one of the three standing members of the Magic Council, was dressed in a particularly grand manner today. The blue phoenix magic robe fluttered on a white background, and his head was neatly bundled with silver threads on the top of his head. pomade.

The Duke of Medea turned his head slightly, and said with a low smile: "Klein Aiman ​​is a rare magic scholar in the Magic Council. He has always advocated the idea of ​​digging out the magician's family from the outer continent, and he doesn't like the current concept of the Magic Council's hegemony. !"

Aslan folded his hands, smiled faintly, and winked at Duke Medea.

"You look so pretty today!"

Duke Medea gave Aslan a blank look.

"Tell me something serious?"

"What I said was serious."

Facing Aslan's seriousness, Duke Medea showed a charming smile.

"But I really like it!"

The flirting between the two was treated as an outsider's discussion on how to receive the envoy of the magic city.

Immediately, Aslan snapped his fingers, and Boss next to him turned serious, and shouted, "Welcome Member Klein of the Magic Council!"

"Boom."

"Boom boom boom..."

The majestic sound of drumming resounded through the city of Merlot in an instant.

The beating of war drums is the unique music of Merlot City. Thousands of war drums sounded at the same time. The majestic and cosmic atmosphere made people feel shocked for the first time.

Klein, who was still maintaining an air of superiority in the air, heard the sound of the drum, and a faint smile appeared on his old face.

The flowery sedan chair is carried by everyone, and that's it!

Not long after, Klein gently landed on the high platform.

Aslan greeted with a smile: "Member Klein, I'm sorry for your travel."

Klein also returned an ancient magician gift with a smile on his face.

"You're being polite? You and the Duke of Medea are both magicians registered by the council, old man, I have to crawl here even if I crawl!"

The Duke of Medea smiled and said: "It's serious, Mr. Senator is always strong, and the Magic Council is still pointing at you to take the helm!"

Klein said with a smile: "Haha, it's too serious, but it's a pity that Medea Magister is not willing to join the council, otherwise I will give up my position as a councilor to you."

Hearing these words, Aslan's pupils shrank slightly. These words contained a lot of information. Although the city of magic was defeated, there was no need to lower the posture so low.

The Duke of Medea said very indifferently: "Unfortunately, my family is not easy to worry about. Too many people want his life, and I dare not relax for a moment."