Chapter 257 Negotiation Table
Rose Hill stood motionless in front of the door, like a blatant voyeur, his scarlet eyes greedily looking at the woman on the bed.
She would have to stay here for many more days. He thought that it might not be because of him, but because the meeting process between Horace and King St. Warren needed to be advanced, and the relevant truce matters were crucial to her. She needed to stay at the palace until this was over.
Sierra lay there for a while, opened her eyes, sat up and wanted to call him. The door was ajar and there was no one in the bedroom.
She had not seen Rose Hill for a whole week, and could only vaguely detect his presence in the room every morning.
His deliberate avoidance left her confused, but she did not rush forward.
Sue would bring all kinds of sumptuous foods to satisfy her human appetite and take her around the gardens and lakes of the palace.
And Rose Hill just stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of the palace, silently paying attention without saying a word.
Lance said: "Why don't you go find her? She can belong to you now. As long as you are willing, Sera will become one of our kind tomorrow."
"She doesn't like me." Rose Hill said quietly.
She always smelled of Loxide, and she never left the bracelet, even wearing it on the day of her death.
He gave her a choice, but he was never the chosen one.
Lance picked up a small pot of cactus on the table, placed it on the windowsill soaked in sunlight, turned around and said, "I forgot to tell you, Sera said she didn't make a choice, maybe she wasn't just because What if war is coming? You should be more confident in yourself?"
Sierra leaned on the cruise ship, squinting at the clear sky. She was so lost in thought that she didn't know what she was thinking, when a sika deer suddenly jumped out of the woods next to her.
She turned her head to see it lowering its head to drink water in the lake. After admiring it for a few seconds, her eyes were blurred. A vampire rushed out and bit off its neck without hesitation. Its hooves kicked wildly, and soon it was gone. To generate interest.
Noticing that someone was staring at him, the other person raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, and greeted Sera with a mouth full of blood, "Hello Sera."
Sera acted quite calmly, lying on the side of the boat and asked: "Are you hunting?"
“Rose Hill only allows us to be vegetarian these days, so yes.”
She nodded and looked away, not looking at the steaming blood floating upward.
This afternoon, two unexpected people showed up.
Faster than Sera thought.
The King of St. Warren and the King of Sunderland came.
A large number of well-equipped men and horses slowly drove in from the gate of the palace.
It took them half a month to arrive here to attend the meeting organized by Horace with the artillery fire from Lireni flying all over the sky. In other words, all of this was the result of Rose Hill's manipulation.
The powerful nation of Sunderland was his hometown, and he had countless troops stationed there, all of whom had accumulated connections over the centuries. It was easy to summon two kings.
Sierra put on the gorgeous dress that Su brought, a gentle and classic large tutu made of brocade and lace.
She hadn't worn this kind of waist-cinching skirt for a long time. Fortunately, she was thin enough and her waist was thin enough if the corset was slightly tied up.
Su put her hair up, looked at the blonde girl in the mirror, and said, "You and the woman on the mural have completely different styles."
The 18-year-old Sera is a dazzling blooming rose, while the 20-year-old Sera is a peaceful spring water with a quiet temperament and unreasonable attraction.
Sierra touched her face, "Yes, they are two different faces, but they can always recognize them at a glance."
"Oh, that's because your soul is unique." Su pulled her up and said jokingly, "If you didn't wear that mermaid bracelet, I'm sure you would be the most attractive food for us to taste."
Sera smiled and followed her to the conference hall.
In the red-carpeted hall, several giant national flags hang between the scroll decorations of the Ionic columns, a world map is placed on the round table, three kings sit in a triangular position, and a huge black bear crawls at the feet of the King of Sunderland. side.
When Sera opened the door and entered, she saw such a majestic scene.
Rosehill didn't sit next to anyone, her tall figure stood in front of the window, looking out at the gloomy rainy day.
The heavy door closed, and Sera unconsciously raised her chest and walked in, sitting down next to Horace.
Before, she had never thought of sitting together with the most authoritative king in the world to discuss war, but now everyone was focusing on her, as if they were waiting for her to make a decision.
She exhaled softly, "It's been a long wait."
Horace said: "The war has been a hard struggle for all our people, and I am willing to return all the colonies I once plundered."
When he said these words, his heart was bleeding.
The land that was plundered at such a high cost and the colonial power has not yet been fully stabilized. Just because a woman wants to throw it out again, all the war losses in recent years have become a joke and come to naught.
His thoughts were heard by Rose Hill without reservation.
The king of St. Warren was a middle-aged man with black skin and white hair, wearing chainmail and looking heroic. He sneered: "How many of us have you enslaved and abused? Even if you don't surrender, my territory can be taken back."
Since the start of the war between St. Warren and the Conservatives, there has been domestic turmoil and heavy casualties. If the King of Sunderland had not suddenly stopped the invasion and provided them with weapons and troops to fight, he would probably not be able to sit at the negotiating table now. Such a temper He only dared to say it to Liluni.
Sera could basically guess what these kings were thinking.
She tapped her fingers on the table and drew the attention of the three of them, "Last year, the war between St. Warren and Lillenni did not produce any results. There were countless casualties and casualties in the soldiers, and serious financial losses. Our king still needs Selling drugs to support arms purchases.”
The fig leaf was torn off in public, and Horace looked at her in disbelief. Because Rose Hill was there and the place was full of vampires, he gritted his teeth unwillingly and did not dare to say anything.
In the early years, I couldn't get rid of that hateful vampire by any means, and now I didn't have the courage to confront him.
Rose Hill turned around, her scarlet rabbit eyes narrowed slightly with unclear meaning.
"And you, Saint Warren." Sera said softly: "Slaves are overrun, and the war is almost exhausted. The people should only seek a stable life and not want war."
"If we continue fighting like this," she paused her fingers, and the small flag of St. Warren on the map in the center of the table was knocked down directly. "If we can't prevent civil unrest, we won't be able to protect the throne."
"You!" The king with the sword hanging on his waist stood up and looked at Sera angrily.