Reincarnation Monarch

"This is a joke...... I do belong to the Foreign Office, but there is no such thing as a kaleidoscope of the Secretary of Foreign Affairs of Calvin. It's just a low-end official."

Lennon threw up a dialogue like a three-sentence actor standing in a playhouse at the end of the scene, spreading his hands really deliberately.

Lombardo looked at it, distorted his mouth, and even said it was uncomfortable.

Then Chester beside him gently smashed Lombardo's back so the Lennons wouldn't know.

Lombardo glanced sideways at Shester's face and raised his eyebrows slightly just to make sure he knew.

"No, no, no. Be modest...... we are well aware that you are Sir Calvin's dear right arm. I hear that's been going on for over a decade?

Then Lennon denied only Lombardo's words with a dry laugh.

"Apparently, Lord Schneider has misunderstood something. I am nothing but a lumberjack. Sir Calvin's right arm... very, very..."

"Really? That would be fine then. Bishop Lennon, by the way. Who's sitting next to you?

To Lombardo's inquiry, Lennon also showed a tremendous bareback.

"Oh! I've lost sight of what I've done to introduce you. My name is Rebo, and this is my man. Why don't you say hello, Ribo?"

Encouraged by Lennon, Libeau rose largely.

And as with Lennon, he dramatically removed the hood he was wearing on his head.

Then there was such a creepy appearance that even more eyes fell and cheeks fell than Lennon's, and at first glance it was not strange to see it as a skeleton.

"I apologize for the delay in greeting you...... to those who call you Libeau. Please know..."

Liveau had no power at all in his voice because he was too skinny, and combined with the ravenousness of his scarce face, he was very weak and visible in the eyes of the Lombards.

Then Muller opened his mouth heavily as he placed his elbow on the front concierge and kept releasing a sharp, sharp gaze as if to intimidate the whole room.

"Greetings would already be good around there. Schneider, sit on your couch with both Chester names. The envoys wish the same."

Then the four followed Muller's majestic words quietly, each quietly sitting on the couch.

Lombardo raised his face as soon as he calmed down and firmly glanced at Lennon's sexually gruesome face sitting in the front with a grim and cold gaze.

Then Chester on the other side was intimidated by sending another gaze to shoot at the front ribo.

At last the battle was about to end the outpost and move to something authentic.