I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

Ada saw his doubts, and looked sad that you don't believe me, and was eager to prove herself: "Then let's wait here for a while?"

"No, no, let's start as soon as possible..."

The messenger had no choice but to compromise.

Your Majesty is still waiting. If I procrastinate for such a trivial matter and delay the important affairs of the country, it will be a felony!

Moreover, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very eloquent and eloquent, so he will definitely be able to cut down this lady's 'appearance fee'.

"Mmmm."

Ada nodded, and explained to the students: "Then don't be idle today, and develop a tactic for me that can resist my attack for 5 minutes without collapsing. I will have an exam tomorrow."

The messenger who was listening couldn't help curling his lips: It's too much, these are advanced class students, even if it is the sword of truth, they may not be able to defeat all of them, but you want to solve the battle within 5 minutes?

But the students complained one after another.

Want to hold on for 5 minutes?It's too difficult!

Chapter 156. What's the matter with waiting?

The Whitehall in the palace is where the ruler handles government affairs and meets petitioners.

Ada was taken to a reception room to wait, and soon after receiving the news, the Crown Prince walked in with his fiancée, the future Her Majesty the Queen.

Ada naturally walked behind Messiah, and stretched out her hand to stroke her hair which was very tactile.

The little princess also narrowed her eyes and leaned back a little, looking very comfortable.

I don't know why, but when Ada saw Messiah, her hands were itchy, and Messiah's behavior seemed more like some kind of animal?

Hussein pulls his fiancée to him and rescues her from the clutches of her.

Messiah thought of his uncontrollable performance just now, and the symptoms of shyness and fear of others immediately flared up, and he hid behind his fiancé, refusing to come out.

Hussein patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, indicating that I am here, so don't be afraid of that witch.

Then he looked at Ada, and the first sentence he said was not a greeting, but a bargain: "Your asking price for the twenty classes is too harsh, I invite you here, just to prove a few words to His Majesty, No other trouble."

He understood very well the reason why the girl asked for such an expensive price.

It's nothing more than collecting a deposit in advance for the shot.

But this time the royal family really doesn't need her help.

Moreover, he privately recruited Ada to help out in this meeting, and naturally used his private money, so of course it was possible to save as much as possible.

When Ada heard that she didn't need to help herself, she felt much lighter, and gave her friend a big discount:

"Nineteen classes can't be less. Really, I'm also doing business without money. How difficult is it to do business now?"

Asking prices all over the sky, pay back the money when you land.

If you don't think it's suitable, you can pay back the price. Maybe you will agree to the request as soon as your heart softens?

Hussein chuckled: "Don't talk about those nonsense, just set the lowest price and it's over."

After several trials, he has almost mastered the essence of bargaining.

It won't be long before he can make money from Ada, and then with his valuable experience, let the Sword Lord defeat all tricky opponents in the international trading market and occupy a place...

Ada thought for a while: "The minimum is 1888 classes, one class is [-], [-], if you can pay, if you can't, I'll leave."

What she said was categorical, as if there was no room for turning around.

Hussein is angry, is this how your family calculates the price?

But after thinking about it, Chimera Head is a black shop, it seems that it is really possible...

He didn't care, he laughed, took out his wallet, took out two tickets and handed them over: "Here's eighty, and I'll have lunch after I'm done."

"make a deal."

Ada snatched the money ticket with lightning speed, put it in her pocket, and patted it properly.

Look, it's time for an extra meal in the evening.

When I leave for a while, I will go back with some unnecessary things in the palace, and I may be able to pay for the living expenses for the next few days.

Life is too difficult, and she even has to pick up trash. When will she be able to live a fairy life where she can stretch out her coat to eat and open her mouth.

Seeing the girl's happy face, Hussein grinned heartbrokenly: It seems that he still paid too much for the deal so readily.

Messiah shook his little head back and forth, looking at his fiancé and Miss Ada, who were about to enter the Whitehall to meet His Majesty, and felt a little unbelievable when he said such a philistine.

When I am in power in the future, will someone auction off the right to meet in private to enrich the pockets of criminals?

Well, why don't you publicly auction a chance to have lunch with yourself every month in the future, and the money you get can happen to be used to fill the treasury and make the country rich and strong.

You can also introduce the "blind box theory" that Triss told herself last night, that Sister Shenying cooks up and down when she cooks, and randomly selects people with status to accompany her without telling the winner of the bidding.

This person can be his fiancé, Aunt Maria, Marshal Sunburn...or...

She glanced at the white-haired sister who was stroking the money in her pocket in front of her, and felt that there was a lot to be done about this matter.

Immediately, she remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "Miss Ada, can I visit your house more these days?"

"Welcome, Pengpi Shenghui, it would be even better if you can bring Hussein."

Ada raised her feet in agreement with the little princess' request.

My family's living expenses may start from here.

After getting permission, Messiah was very happy, but still couldn't help defending his fiancé: "How can the Hussein Temple be held, Sister Ada is too good at joking."

Xu Shi felt that his relationship with Ada had taken another step, and the title of her became more intimate.

Hussein glanced at Messiah and wanted to explain to his girlfriend that the devil probably wanted you to bring your wallet, and felt embarrassed.

After all, this means:

Self = wallet.

I had no choice but to change the subject bluntly, and explained to Ada: "In a while, on All Saints' Day, Messiah and I will give a New Year's speech in King's Square, which means that we will officially appear in front of the people. It will be very difficult to travel in low clothes like this again.”

As the future queen of the four provinces of Jianjue, Messiah will also take over the entire kingdom from his father step by step according to the stipulations of his ancestors.

So, this is the last free time for the little princess.

Ada touched her nose and comforted Hussein: "It's okay, the Messiah may not be sure, but you have no characteristics, and the people will not remember you."

For a moment Hussein didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Just as he was speaking, the door of Whitehall opened, and a group of people dressed as farmers came out of it.

Facing the civil servants who led the way, the leader was still filled with righteous indignation and said repeatedly: "A group of rebels robbed my mill, but His Majesty only promised to give us compensation and tax exemption, but what about the rebels? These people should not be tolerated." , They should be hung up to show the public!"

Ada leaned on the door frame to watch, and the reception room opposite the door also opened, and there were a group of businessmen in gorgeous clothes.

Messiah immediately recognized from the coat of arms embroidered on their chests that they were from major business groups around the four provinces of Jianjue.

Seeing so many onlookers around, the farmer shouted loudly, trying to arouse everyone's resonance: "Is this the reason everyone says? Just pay us compensation, it's a temporary solution, not a root cause!"

Ada was noncommittal.

In her opinion, the farmer was just trying to die. In the inner courtyard of the royal palace, at the entrance of the White Hall, under His Majesty's ear, he spoke so loudly that he might not even want compensation.

But what surprised her was that the guards standing guard around did not move at all, and the civil servant just apologized and said, "Your Majesty must have reasons for handling this way..."

While saying this, they passed by Ada and walked straight to the exit of Whitehall.

Along the way, the farmer kept muttering, but the civil servant's soft explanation made his temper gradually disappear.

"It seems that the governing environment here is very relaxed?"

Ada glanced at the future queen.

In this way, no one pays attention to him. Should it be said that he loves the people like a son?

Messiah smiled slightly, nodded, and did not explain too much.

Hussein immediately commented: "Your Majesty is too merciful."

From his words, Ada heard a little dissatisfaction.

The group of businessmen on the opposite side were also whispering to each other, whispering about the scene in front of them.

The civil servant who sent off the farmer's family came back quickly. He motioned to the merchants and simply told him: "It's your turn. When you meet His Majesty, please don't look directly at him all the time, and don't look around casually."

Then he bowed slightly to Hussein and Messiah: "The next one is Your Highness, please get ready."

"You don't even have the right to jump in line?" Ada put her arms around her chest, leaned against the door frame, and turned her head, very surprised.

Messiah smiled and shook his head: "How can the privilege be used in such a place, so why not wait?"

157. The nature of politics

Soon, the civil servant came again to invite them to come in to meet His Majesty.

"Wait, you haven't said, what exactly do you want me to do?"

In the corridor, Ada whispered about Hussein.

The shrewd crown prince looked dignified like a general about to go to battle.

After hearing the girl's question, he straightened his expression and said seriously: "You don't need to do anything, just answer a few questions truthfully later."

Ada smacked her lips, feeling uncomfortable.

Does that sound like he's a criminal suspect?

Could it be that something I did turned out to be a secret?No, she didn't do anything bad!

Is it bad to steal from the rich and give to the poor?

She hurriedly asked: "Then do we need to make a confession in advance or something? Don't worry, I am very strict with my mouth. I have never told anyone about Deep Shadow's cleanliness."

"No, just answer truthfully, I have a clear conscience."

Hussain shook his head, and followed the civil servant to the gate of Whitehall.

The door was slowly opened by the palace guards. The inside was small and circular, and the walls were painted extremely white. The light beams were formed from the dome by the fence and shot down directly.

But because of the unique structure of the White Hall, those beams of light can only illuminate the surroundings evenly, and the light and shadow in the hall are mottled, like a god's domain.

The incumbent Sword Lord, who is said to be only forty years old now, but looks very old, is sitting on a throne with a sluggish back. A model of the famous sword 'Zhanguang'.

Beside the old swordsman, stood a swordsman whose whole body was covered in black armor and whose face could not be seen.

There were only these two people on the throne platform, and then a long step descended to a small oval platform surrounded by water.

Guards stood around the platform, and in the center stood the businessmen just opposite the door.

Ada was a little puzzled, and looked around: "It's strange, they haven't left yet, what are you calling us for?"

Those businessmen also cast puzzled eyes on Ada and the others, apparently also very strange about this matter.

"Maybe my father wanted me to see it."

The Messiah pondered the will of his Father.

This is teaching.

Sure enough, after seeing their group come in, the old swordsman waved to this side, and Messiah lifted his skirt and walked forward slowly, passing by those businessmen without looking sideways, and then walked up the stairs until Stand beside your father.

"Are you tired from walking these few steps?" Ada whispered to Hussein.

"What do you think? According to Messiah, she trained for a year just to walk."

Hussein has mastered a special speaking skill, making a sound without moving his lips.

"It's really hard being a nobleman."

Ada sighed softly, thinking it would be easier to rob nobles.

On the throne stage, the old Sword Lord coughed lightly, raised his hand, and signaled to several business representatives: "Let's continue."

His voice was very small, and he was severely lacking in breath, but thanks to the unique structure of the Whitehall, every word he said could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The representative of the merchant stiffened up and saluted again: "Your Majesty..."

The old Jianjue stretched out his palm to stop him from speaking, and concluded on his own behalf: "You want to use the food embargo as a threat and want me to increase the price of official grain in Jianjue's four provinces, don't you?"

"What? No, no, no threat to you, my lord."