Chapter 742 Tell a joke, goblin morals
Facing Li Reza's tiger-like stare, Charlemagne handed over the matter of contacting the night elves to Lianda and the council, and quickly slipped away.
It will take a long time to finally reach a consensus. Now Charlemagne and Tyrande should be counted as engaged. In the future, more and more people will confirm their relationship.
After all, the marriage of the leaders of the two races cannot be hidden from the public at all, and there is no need to hide it from the people. On the contrary, the high elves and night elves will take this opportunity to publicize to achieve their respective political goals.
Charlemagne didn't bother to manage these political PY transactions. Originally, this should be the area that the Silver Moon Council was responsible for.
After returning home, Charlemagne and Tyrande's way of getting along has not changed at all because of the engagement, at most they are more casual with each other.
The two still quarrel with each other from time to time. Of course, most of the time it ends with the victory of Charlemagne, whose mouth is MAX. After that, he will tragically become the running star hanging from a certain angry koala. screaming tree...
At the end of January, the day before the Oath Conference, Mimiron finally finished reading the books that were useful to him in the Great Royal Library. The treasures inherited from the Night Empire by Elesalas brought him a lot of inspiration.
"Hmm... Let me see, I can change it here, adjust the output... No, no!"
At this moment, Mimiron is fulfilling his promise, mumbling words to help Vereesa adjust Titanstrike.
During this period of time, he drew up a transformation plan based on the usage reports that Vereesa had managed to sort out. Not to mention how much stronger the Titanstrike can be transformed, but at least it will make it more in line with Vereesa's usage habits.
Today Cirvanas gave Vereesa a break. She teleported to Far Travel Town to train Lilas by herself, leaving Vereesa to adjust with Mimiron in the workshop at home.
Just as Vereesa was sitting on a chair with the three Shadow Leopards, her chin resting on her hand, watching Mimiron transform her artifact, Charlemagne was in the office with Tyrande, Aurelia and others making the final round for tomorrow's conference. preparation.
"Emerel's information clearly stated that the Steamwheedle Consortium has been arguing over whether to join the oath. Several executives bypassed Garridabz and sent a signal to the three goblin consortiums that they could make money."
"Although for the sake of confidentiality, they did not write down the details of the Lakali Oil Swamp on paper, but as long as there is interest to pursue... I think those goblin consortiums will definitely not let it go."
After listening to Charlemagne's description, Alleria frowned, and said with a serious face, "Sure enough, those goblins have left a way out for themselves, those contact letters..."
Charlemagne understood his wife's meaning, nodded and said, "All the letters that can be intercepted have been detained, but...Emerel can't guarantee that the secret channel has intercepted all the letters."
Tyrande folded his arms and murmured, "Anyway, let's do the same as those goblins. I have informed Garald to be ready to attack at any time. If the situation changes...he will immediately lead the troops to attack Gaki Mori."
"Well, I also asked them to completely block the external communication between Steamwheedle Port and Gadgetzan after the conference started. If we can't reach an agreement, we can at least gain the upper hand in terms of intelligence."
It's a pity that the Land Strategy Bureau trained by Valeira has not yet fully formed. Otherwise, the intelligence blockade against the Steam Sand Consortium can be done better this time, and it is impossible to ask Emeril and the others to do more for the time being.
On the day of the conference, Tyrande first used the fixed portal to return to Darnassus, while Charlemagne went to the Court of the Sunstrider to meet Lianda and Likert.
When the three teleported to Nassu and arrived at the headquarters of the ancient oath under the guidance of the reception staff, some leaders of the alliance countries had already arrived ahead of schedule.
Kane and Magatha are discussing something with Jaina with solemn faces, while Rhonin and Modera are chatting with Khadgar, a member of the Guest House who took the ancient oath.
Although Khadgar joined the oath in name, both he and Garona are in the name of individuals.
After all, there are only two or three kittens left in Karazhan. Even if Dalaran sends some apprentices to help Khadgar rebuild the tower of the guardian, it is simply unrealistic to restore the glory of Medivh in a short period of time. .
The current Karazhan is far from being one of the forces. Queen Azshara has granted Khadgar and Garona to join the conference as guest ministers. Although they do not have the right to vote yet, they can make some useful contributions to the affairs of the oath. suggestion.
By the time Chief Dongfeng, the last yak who arrived, was seated, Gary Dabz, in a suit and leather shoes and a black gentleman's round cap, had already arrived.
Charlemagne could sense that the chairman of the Steam Sands Consortium was a little nervous facing so many racial leaders at the same time. He had never experienced such a scene before.
Queen Azshara, who was sitting on the main seat, saw the arrival of all the people, and stood up first and announced, "Then...the meeting requested by Charlemagne has officially started, and the topic is whether to agree to allow the Steamwheedle Consortium to join the Ancient Oath."
"First, the chairman of the Steamwheedle Consortium, Gary Dabz, will tell the leaders of the member states about the benefits that the Steamwheedle Consortium can bring to the oath, please."
Following Azshara's tidying up, Garridabz bowed to everyone present.
After calming down his nervousness, the green skin dressed like a dog said in a shrill voice, "Leaders, perhaps many people in Azeroth have the impression that goblins are greedy for money, have no integrity, and have no spirit of contract." , See profit and forget righteousness."
"I admit that I am greedy for money, because money is the belief of goblins, but the other accusations are a bit generalized. Just like all races, there are people with different ideas among goblins."
"It is true that some goblins will do anything for the sake of profit, but I believe they cannot represent the entire goblin group, at least our Steamwheedle Consortium is definitely not like this!"
Charlemagne curled his lips cryptically, 'Part? Most of them, avoiding the important and taking the light and changing the concept secretly... But I agree that the goblins are not single-minded. I don’t know if you know the behavior of the subordinate directors? '
Of course, Garridabz didn't know what was going on in Charlemagne's mind. Under the watchful eyes of the bosses, he began to tell the leaders about the benefits of joining the oath for the Steam Sand Consortium. At most, some detailed explanations have been made.
By the time Garridabz finished speaking, the goblin chairman was already sweating profusely.
Azshara signaled him to sit down for a while to rest, got up and looked around and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, Chairman Garridabz's report is over, do you have any questions about his report?"
As soon as Azshara finished speaking, someone raised their hand.
"I have a question to ask!"
(end of this chapter)