Full Time Mage Lord

  Chapter 560 The Ninth Prince II

  Xiu Yin chose to wait in a small courtyard in a secluded mansion to meet the three envoys.

  When the guards brought the three envoys, Xiu Yin had already drank two cups of coffee and milk tea by himself—the speed of the envoys was really slow.

  When Xiu Yin leisurely and casually wanted to pour another glass for himself, the guards came to report that the messenger had arrived.

   "Dear Messenger..." Xiu Yin stood up and said to the coming Messenger, "Did you rest well last night?"

Of course, there was another hint in Xiu Yin's eyes, and he blinked at the three messengers. Peter, the leader, Pizarro, the ninth prince of the Bofeng Empire, said with some embarrassment, "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. Last night was, uh...very good!"

   "Hey, that's good!"

   Xiu Yin motioned for the envoys to sit down, and poured tea into the teacups already prepared for the envoys, "Three, please taste!"

  As a noble prince of the empire, Pizarro has a lot of time to enjoy the delicacies of the world, but when he smelled the milk tea in this cup, he couldn't help sniffing the tip of his nose fiercely.

  Traditional coffee has been finely ground, and just the right amount of warm water and coffee powder are fully mixed together, which shows that the person who makes it is quite skilled.

but…

   What makes Pizarro deeply unable to extricate himself is that there is also a delicate fragrance here, which is definitely not the taste of simply adding milk tea to coffee.

   What is it?

  I'm looking forward to it, no, I can't wait!

  Pissaro ignored the surprised eyes of Pierre and the others, and quickly stretched out his hands to grab the teacup on the table.

  It’s just the feel of holding it with both hands—

   "This temperature..."

  Pissaro was attracted, the touch on his hand made him believe in the taste of the coffee, and he believed in his own judgment even more.

   Goo...

   Goo—

   hiccup…

   Pizarro was intoxicated, no matter how Pierre shook Pizarro's body, Pizarro's eyes were still staring at the empty glass in his hand.

   "Master Pete?"

  Pierre began to worry.

Snapped!

  Pierre slammed his hands on the table, glared at Xiu Yin and shouted, "Hey! What did you do? Could it be..."

  Pierre saw the empty cup in Peter Pizarro's hand, and Pierre reacted immediately.

   "You were poisoned, you, how dare you harm the messenger of the empire!?"

  Pierre became completely flustered, and Feng Te who was beside him also jumped up and distanced himself from Xiuyin, and then he reached into his arms directly. There seemed to be something life-saving inside.

Uh?

  Xiu Yin watched the violent reaction of the two in amazement, "Poison? Am I so stupid?"

   It is such a stupid act to poison the envoy to death on his own territory, thanks to the fact that these two people can think of it.

   When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Pizarro spoke suddenly.

   "Stop it, you two!"

   "Big, my lord, are you all right?"

  Pierre breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Pizarro had recovered. He was really surprised just now.

   "This coffee...tea tastes good!"

   Pizarro touched the corner of his mouth eagerly. At that moment just now, he thought of many things. When he was young, his mother also liked to make coffee with milk because he didn't like the bitter taste of coffee.

  Shu Yin took the empty cup in Pizarro's hand, poured the last remaining coffee and milk tea into Pizarro's cup, and pushed the cup down in front of him.

  While making a "please" gesture, Xiu Yin said with a slight smile, "Compared to this coffee and milk tea, it is really rare to see Your Excellency the messenger who can be called 'Master'."

"Um?!"

   Pizarro's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he didn't look like a dandy in the coat of a messenger at all.

  That gaze may be more than what Xiu Yin has experienced...

   "It seems that I have simplified him, but this is not bad..." Xiuyin thought silently while still maintaining a smile on his face. Pizarro is not such a simple guy as he imagined.

   Pizarro looked closely at Xiu Yin, who still smiled without changing his face, Pizarro looked at the teacup in his hand, and the smell inside still attracted him.

   "You know I like to drink this?" Pizarro shook the teacup, and the taste of coffee, milk and tea inside was slowly overflowing.

   Xiu Yin said slowly, "No, it's just a coincidence. Of course, this kind of coincidence...isn't it what you want to see?"

"grown ups!"

   At this time, Feng Te walked to Pizarro's side, and he signaled Pizarro not to continue talking. It's better not to reveal their identities in Longhui's collar.

   "Feng Teqing, have you noticed the people in Longhui Territory?"

"The citizens of Longhui Territory?" Feng Te was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect Pizarro to ask such a question. After simply recalling what he saw on the way here, Feng Te replied, "There are a pair of people everywhere. The atmosphere of the country, more people living in tents, just thinking about it, almost knowing that some people will suffer from cold and hunger this winter!"

   Hearing Wundt's answer, Pizarro shook his head slightly.

   "If that was the case, Lord Xiuyin wouldn't be sitting here drinking tea leisurely."

   As he spoke, Pizarro glanced at Xiu Yin, who still smiled like that, sipping the milk tea in the teacup in his hand carefully.

   Wundt was a little puzzled, "Huh? But, but..."

Pizarro reluctantly put down the empty teacup in his hand, and said to Feng Te, "Fundt, as I said before, you have to look at things through their surface. It’s because they know what you just said. Deep in their hearts, they express more trust in the lord. Along the way, the words they heard the most are praises to Lord Xiuyin. Well, this kind of praise, of course It’s not like the kind of praise for the Emperor of the Bofeng Empire, but it’s from the hearts of the citizens.”

  Wundt certainly knows what is going on inside the empire, but...

  This was the first time he heard Pizarro make such an evaluation of a lord. You must know that Xiu Yin was just a lord, and in the empire, he was far inferior to even a governor of a province.

   "Is this what your Excellency wants to see and confirm?"

  The cup in Xiu Yin's hand was also empty, and he gently placed the cup on the table. Xiu Yin and Pizarro looked at each other, "Pisaro, Your Highness the Ninth Prince!"

   Scary!

  Pierre and Wundt on both sides of Pizarro were stunned at the same time, but immediately stood up abruptly to protect Pizarro. The exposure of the prince's identity is not a good thing!

   "Sit down, you two, can't you control your impulses? It's just like this, nothing will happen in the future!"

  Hearing Pizarro's reprimand, the two sat down resentfully again. This time, Pizarro looked at Xiu Yin with sharper eyes.

  (end of this chapter)