Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 265 Foreign Envoy

When Charonne left the Angevin Palace, he was followed by two servants who helped carry the rewards.

Cuarón has officially become Alberto's lover, and Alberto even arranged a mansion for Cuarón.

But Caron was not in a hurry to move into the mansion. Instead, he returned to the hotel where he was staying and said to the professional hiding in the shadows: "The king of Anjou is more cautious than we expected. Rather than recruiting me as a close minister, it is more like he wants to tie me to his side."

"This is also normal."

The professional in the shadow said: "This gentleman from Anjou is no pushover. Big countries are no better than those small countries. Small countries will be afraid of our high-level professionals, but big countries will not."

Caron nodded and said, "The King of Anjou is probably observing the tower's reaction, but I can sense that he has no objection to super-level magic."

The professional in the shadows said, "Of course. He can do without it, but he absolutely cannot do without it. This is a truth that has been verified many times on our continent."

Looking at the bustling crowd outside the hotel window, Caron sighed: "In my memory, our hometown has never been so lively. Everyone is either fighting or on their way to fight."

However, Caron's eyes were more greedy than envious. He quickly put away his emotions and asked, "What about other countries and regions?"

"The Queen of Capet's actions are similar to those of the King of Anjou, but her attitude is much more hesitant. She seems to want to delay us as much as possible."

"The elves are very hostile to us, but it's also true that according to the records left by our ancestors, the elves might be in cahoots with the so-called tower."

The professional in the shadows stopped moving, seemingly receiving information from all sides.

"The demons are very enthusiastic towards us, but the messenger over there said that the demons always give people an ominous feeling."

Hearing this, Caron smiled disdainfully and said, "We come from the Land of a Hundred Battles. The wars on this continent are fought at the level of a group of infants. How can it be ominous? If you are afraid, don't bring up anything ominous or not."

The professional in the shadows retorted: "We still have to be more careful. From what we learned about the battle between Capet North and the demons in the Golden Spike Plains, the demon monsters and the weapons of the North are extremely strange. Even if there are no high-level professionals on this continent, they should not be underestimated."

But Karon didn't care much and just snorted coldly. In Karon's opinion, the battle in the Golden Spike Plains was more of an exaggeration. And even if it was true, how could it compare to the strong battle between high-level professionals?

The professional in the shadows did not comment on Caron's attitude, and continued, "The envoy who went to the northern border of Cape finally got the opportunity to meet with the northern governor, but the specific news has not been sent back yet."

"I heard that the North is richer than Anjou. Is that true?"

Charon is in charge of the southern part of the continent, but he is still very curious about the protagonist of the battle in the northern part of the continent, the Golden Ear Plains.

"No, the northern part of this continent is much colder, and the land is not rich, but it is closer to the elves. The so-called richer North is just because the technology in the North is more advanced."

“How advanced?”

As soon as he asked the question, Karon laughed at himself. In a continent where all professionals are controlled by a tower, how advanced can the technology be?

What a crap technology. Caron's hometown has proved that only high-level professionals are the real deal. No matter how advanced your technology is, and you can educate low-level professionals in batches like Anjou, you are nothing but ants in front of real high-level professionals and forbidden spells.

For Caron and his crew, the only variable is the tall tower standing in a corner of the continent.

Kalon looked up at the sky and asked, "The tower still has no response?"

"Maybe there has been a reaction, but we just don't know it."

The professional in the shadows said, "Don't underestimate the tower, but don't worry too much. Those guys up there won't come down in person."

Just as Karon was talking to the professional in the shadows, another envoy from the Kingdom of Kaval finally entered the Gray Collar.

Altan's mentality is similar to that of Kalon. Compared with his homeland of a hundred battles, this continent where his ancestors once lived has long forgotten the true meaning of war. It is nothing more than a group of docile sheep waiting to be conquered.

Before entering Gray Collar, Altan also learned about the battle in the Golden Ear Plains, but Altan felt that it was just an exaggeration. How could a war without even high-level professionals be fought so horrifically?

In Altan's view, high-level professionals are everything, and the rest of the professionals, in the words of this continent, are nothing but cannon fodder in front of the high-level professionals.

But as soon as he entered the Gray and White Collar, Altan was fascinated by the prosperity before him. In fact, because Altan had limited time to enter the northern territory, he basically did not stay for too long along the way and went straight to the Gray and White Collar.

Altan was also fully prepared. After all, he had more or less heard and seen the current situation in the North on the road.

But it was not until he entered the gray-collar world that Altan felt that he had underestimated the prosperity of the North.

No, it is no longer appropriate to describe it as prosperous; it is simply another world.

Horse-drawn carriages and railroad tracks run parallel to each other, shuttling through certain streets. The shop fronts and signs on both sides flash colorful colors, ostentatiously attracting customers.

There were crowds of people and merchants, and gentlemen and ladies in formal wear were walking in and out of theaters, department stores and squares.

The hawking sounds of street vendors could be heard constantly, some were selling newspapers, some were selling candies and cakes, which was almost unimaginable in Altan's hometown where even eating was a problem.

Not to mention the tall buildings on the street. Altan unconsciously touched the tall buildings on the street and knocked on them. The materials used for these tall buildings were very hard. If these materials were used to build a fortress, it would be difficult for ordinary professionals to break through.

The white-collar workers are no longer surprised by "country people" from other places, but because Altan's clothes are full of exotic style, some people will still look at Altan twice, but that's all.

Altan used his professional skills to constantly listen to the gossip of the ladies and gentlemen around him, but apart from gossip, what he heard the most was a group of ladies discussing academic issues.

On the street, a group of students saw Altan, who was dressed in foreign clothes, in a daze. They walked up to him and asked, "Sir, are you having any trouble?"

Altan looked at these students and keenly noticed the differences among them. Although they all wore the same uniforms, it was obvious that two of them were of noble origin. There were many decorative details on their bodies that indicated this. However, those two noble students were not in the leading position. Instead, they mixed in with the crowd like ordinary students.

No, the fact that noble students and ordinary students were mixed together was weird enough in itself.

Looking at the enthusiastic students who came up to help him, Altan said: "Yes, dear gentlemen, I am here to meet the Governor, but this land is far beyond my imagination. Even though I thought I was well prepared, I still got lost."

"Would you please take me to the Governor's palace?"

Several students smiled at each other and said, "So you are here to see the Governor. Do you have an appointment?"

"It's natural, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here. Originally, an official was leading me, but I wanted to walk around the city by myself first. As I was walking around, I got lost."

Altan said this while scratching the back of his head sheepishly, looking harmless.

Hearing what Altan said, several students also smiled and said, "That's easy, let's take you to the Governor."