Chapter 1370 Out of Sight, Out of Mind

At this moment, the Beastman King's face was glowing red. It looked like he had drunk a lot of wine and was having a lot of fun.

Perhaps the arrival of the Beastman King was just accidental, but his appearance scared Prime Minister Lesta to the point of motionless, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

The Orc King, smelling slightly of alcohol, walked to the table, took a stack of documents from the hands of Prime Minister Lesta, who was in a stiff state, and read them carefully one by one.

On his side, he was flipping through the documents one by one, while on the other side, Prime Minister Lesta and I were shaking side by side.

My legs were shaking, I was scared.

Although this document will eventually be returned to the Beastman King and the whole thing will be told to him exactly as it is, I plan to carry out this operation after the banquet is over.

Now, outside the door, there is faint music coming in. It is a famous song played by a famous musician from Dashai City. It is very light and joyful.

It was obvious that the party was not over yet, or perhaps only halfway through.

Moreover, there is a more important aspect. Although I am determined to carry out this action, I am not mentally prepared to face the Orc King directly now.

His sudden intrusion directly disrupted my entire mentality.

Just as he was confused, he saw Prime Minister Lesta hurriedly coming to the door and closing the door. Then, he bent down and made a ninety-degree bow. In an old and trembling voice, he said: "Your Majesty , I am guilty!”

Seeing his actions, I did not lag behind. I bent down and bowed, and shouted in a decent manner: "Your Majesty, I am guilty."

However, after saying this, there was still no movement from the Beastman King's side, only the sound of heavy breathing and the unique rustling sound of fingers rubbing documents.

The Orc King didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to move, so I just kept hunching over, feeling more and more like a cooked shrimp.

The rustling of the pages stopped after a few minutes.

The heavy breathing was still heavy, and it stopped for a few seconds. The Orc King's deep voice sounded, with deep displeasure: "What's going on?"

"The old minister is guilty!" Prime Minister Lesta continued to arch his back and said in an old voice: "It's all my fault that the old minister was not careful enough and thought improperly."

"Don't rush to admit your mistake, first explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly," the orc king said: "Also, both of you stand up straight to speak, with your backs hunched all the time and your head facing the king. What are you talking about!"

"Yes" Prime Minister Lesta and I said in unison and slowly straightened up.

However, just as he was halfway upright, he heard a soft sound and Prime Minister Lesta stopped.

I turned to him and saw his wonderful expression changing constantly. After a few seconds, he said in an almost weak voice: "Oh, no, my waist is twisted!"

What followed was a chaotic rush, and even the Orc King hurriedly came over and helped Prime Minister Lesta with me, who had twisted his waist and was in so much pain that he couldn't even breathe.

I put the prime minister gently on the bed and looked at the tangled and painful expression on his face. I didn't know how to comfort him. The orc king called over the priest and doctor. The priest here temporarily alleviated the pain, and the doctor over there began to treat him. After a long period of bone-setting and kneading, Prime Minister Lesta finally stopped suffering and was able to get out of bed.

The Beastman King motioned for him to lie down on the bed and talk, then he pulled up a chair and sat down, and then handed me a small stool.

Prime Minister Lesta was lying on the bed, still looking apologetic and saying: "Your Majesty, I am guilty, I am guilty!"

"Stop saying the word guilty. I'm tired of hearing it." The Beastman King waved his hand and said, "There are no outsiders here. If you have any questions, just tell them."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Prime Minister Lesta took a deep breath and said, "The old minister suggested to Your Majesty to reward the winning dwarf noble title. It was actually to show the Dwarf King and Goblin King, and to express our importance to the Dwarf Guild. , and a testimony to the friendship between Darcy City and Wychburgh, however, in this matter, the old minister was self-defeating."

He looked at me and said: "Just now, An Xiaoyi came to me with the appointment document and told me what was wrong with it. After I heard this, I broke out in a sweat and was shocked and broke into a cold sweat on my back. .”

"What's so wrong that could scare you like this?" the Beastman King asked curiously.

"The dwarves have a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years. No dwarf is allowed to accept a title from a foreign race. Otherwise, he will be expelled from Fort Vicky."

After listening to Prime Minister Lesta's statement, the Orc King fell silent.

His majestic face, even when he was deep in thought, still made people feel oppressive.

After a few minutes, the orc king coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Yi, if you talk to the dwarf king about this matter, how sure are you?"

"I'm not sure." I shook my head and said: "If it were just newly formulated clan rules and laws, I would be sure to convince the dwarf king, but this is a clan rule that has been implemented for thousands of years and has been deeply engraved in the hearts of every dwarf. "For this kind of thing, we can only spend a lot of time to guide and slowly reverse it. As for changing it all at once, it is impossible."

"If that's the case, then there is no other way." The Orc King sighed, turned to Prime Minister Lesta, looked at me again, and said: "About this matter, you two are not guilty or wrong, wrong. As for me, I hope to prove to the world the friendship between Darcy City and Wychburg in a more obvious way, so that I will embarrass you two."

"No, it's not difficult at all." Prime Minister Lesta struggled to get up from the bed and said, "It's because the old minister is not cautious enough and it's because the old minister is incompetent."

"You are the pillar of the country. If you claim to be incompetent, then we in Dasay City will have no capable ministers."

The Orc King comforted Prime Minister Lestat in an imperial manner.

Prime Minister Lesta responded to the Orc King with a tearful attitude.

As I watched the dialogue between this pair of monarchs and ministers, which seemed to be acting, I just felt that it would be a waste not to award them with Oscars for Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor.

This half-truth and half-false crying scene lasted for four or five minutes. The orc king said: "Since the title of nobility will become a rift between my city of Dashay and Fort Vicky, let's change it to something that can be enjoyed." Noble treatment.”

This time, I finally no longer conflicted with the dwarf clan rules. I took the revised document and returned to the dwarf guild.

Before leaving, the Orc King asked me if I wanted to attend this banquet with him.

I declined this proposal. First of all, I was not very interested in the banquet. Secondly, if I were there, what identity should I show myself to others?

Is it the Prime Minister of the Orcs, the elders of Moonlight City, or the future son-in-law of the Dwarf King, or the nephew of the Goblin King?

Anyway, it’s a mess. Moreover, if the Orc King, Elf Queen, Dwarf King and Goblin King have differences on some issues and ask me for my opinion, how should I answer?

You can't take sides, and it's not easy to get along with each other. It's better to just run away and stay out of sight, so you won't be bothered.