Chapter 176 Special Diplomatic Mission
The Principality of Bosk did not just send a special envoy, but an entire high-level delegation, including historians, bards, court mages, etc.

The leader was Count Trischka, who was good at networking and often went on diplomatic missions to the Holy Fadland Empire.

His title was just an honorary title and he had no actual fiefdom. This was not only a reflection of his outstanding diplomatic achievements, but also represented the importance that the Principality of Bosc attached to the countries it was visiting.

Brought into the hall by the guards, the handsome Count Trischka, dressed in luxurious formal attire, bowed deeply, making people feel refreshed, showing the etiquette of the northern nobles for hundreds of years.

"Hello, respected King of Burning Embers."

"I bring you greetings from Duke Leo."

Cassius was still lying on the Iron Throne, looking down at the envoy condescendingly, and did not respond immediately.

The air suddenly stagnated.

The guards in the hall gripped their spears.

Although Trischka looked calm and composed, his slightly trembling hands and his eyes that could not look directly at others revealed his inner nervousness.

Not to mention the delegation behind him.

Although he had been mentally prepared, when facing this 20-meter-long dragon, the fifty-year-old historian More still turned pale, cold sweat kept coming out of his head, and he almost fainted. He could only stand with the help of his servants.

Ye Lina, the famous female bard in the court, known as the "Flower of Strafford", could obviously play any musical instrument and sing at a party with thousands of people, but at this moment she was frightened and even couldn't help screaming.

Cassius found it somewhat amusing.

The Red Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally spoke slowly, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"Emissary from Bosco, I would also like to greet you out of courtesy."

"But your Duke has just organized an assassination attempt on me. How can I be sure that you are not another group of assassins with ill intentions?"

These words immediately made the hearts of the envoys rise to their throats and continue to beat rapidly.

Such a dangerous question made Trischka break out in a cold sweat, but this special situation was also within the plan.

He still followed the prepared words, trying to keep his tone calm, and answered:

“Your Excellency, King Burning Embers, our Principality of Bosk did not participate in that operation, nor did we even know about it. This was all the result of the Principality of Norton acting on its own initiative.

"And you should be well aware that they have now received the punishment they deserved."

"As for those Lionheart Knights, they have long been expelled from the Principality of Bosk. This is their personal behavior and we are powerless to control it."

"enough."

Before Trischka could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cassius.

"Special envoy from Bosco, you don't have to pretend in front of me. Everyone present here knows what happened, and I also know your duke's little thoughts."

The red dragon's mouth curled up into a ferocious smile, and even the scales on his eye sockets were slightly raised, which made the scalps of the envoys tingle.

"But this time, I welcome you to become so-called 'observers', because only when you can see the difference in strength clearly can you stop causing me trouble in secret."

He exhaled a breath that smelled of sulfur.

"After all, a fly can be easily crushed to death, but it is still annoying to have it chattering around your ears all the time."

After hearing Cassius's comments, Trischka felt a little indignant, but he didn't dare show it.

After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up his courage and said calmly:

"Lord Cassius, I admit that your power is very strong. Even if there are thousands of people like me combined, they cannot compare to you." "But..."

He slowly raised his head, trying his best to suppress his instinctive fear, and looked directly into the red dragon's golden eyes with trembling.

"Are you being a little arrogant?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the envoys behind Trischka were suddenly terrified, fearing that the red dragon would go crazy on the spot and turn them all into ashes with a breath.

But Cassius was not furious as they had expected, but looked into Trischka's eyes with interest.

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing the Red Dragon's question, Trischka forced himself to remain calm and continued:
"To be honest, Anzeta is just a remote place after all. Everything here is like a desert, whether it is wealth, culture or power."

"In the past ten years, I have been to the Fadlan Empire in the south and the Free Trade Confederation in the west. I have seen the land flowing with honey and milk, the emperor's vast treasures, and the Fiery Sun Warriors who are like demigods on earth. The prosperity of those places is unimaginable to the people of the north."

After hearing what he said, Cassius finally understood the envoy's other purpose - to divert the trouble to the south, take advantage of the red dragon's natural greed, and invite this difficult god to other areas.

"That's a good idea. With my current strength, if I go to the south, I'm afraid I'll be beaten up by all kinds of people."

Cassius thought to himself.

The red dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not answer, but said lightly:

"I am tired of your sweet talk from the Bosque people. I will arrange for you to go to Trier Mouthpiece to observe the battle."

"Please record all of this and go back and tell the Duke."

"It would also help him to stop playing tricks."

After saying this, Cassius called the hobgoblin guards and asked them to leave the council hall.

More, Yelina and others had long been unable to bear the strong sense of oppression in the hall. When they heard Cassius's order, they felt like they had been pardoned.

They breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they finally didn't have to worry about being roasted by the capricious red dragon.

But Count Trischka remained thoughtful.

The envoys have arrived outside the palace.

The old scholar, More, took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and could not help complaining, "Telischka, you are really too reckless this time!"

"If we anger that red dragon, we will all be buried here this time!"

Ye Lina also crossed her arms and said with lingering fear: "That scene was so horrible, it was like a guillotine ready to fall at any time."

"Yes, fortunately, the gods blessed us and allowed us to survive safely this time."

Trischka frowned, staring at the locked metal door behind him with worry:
"If he is really that easily angered, it only means that he is just an ordinary red dragon, moody, wantonly burning, killing, looting, and greedy."

"Although they are unscrupulous for a while, their existence will not last long. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated by those bigwigs who maintain order."

"But he didn't."

"I think he is definitely not the typical red dragon in the academic sense, cruel and tyrannical, but a more cunning and terrifying existence."

"Perhaps... he will really shake the rule of the North completely."

(End of this chapter)