Chapter 523 Philmilla Milkway

"You seem nervous."

Watching her companion constantly adjusting his appearance, Philmila Milkwei frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion. Her long light blue hair looks out of place with the people around her, but this is not a big problem for this member of the Milkwei family - even in Yungang, they are the most popular people walking on the street. The group that attracted attention.

Therefore, like most tribesmen, Fermila does not focus too much on land. The ocean is their destination, and the creatures in the ocean that are far more bizarre than them are their friends and confidants.

So she couldn't understand why the tall man next to her was so embarrassed - he just wanted to meet the lord of the fantasy land, and he didn't want to go to war with him.

"If you had almost gotten into a fight with him more than half a year ago, you would know why I was so nervous."

Levi Bengtsen, who still had a crew cut, replied with a wry smile, while once again sorting out the clothes and the gorgeous decorations on his body that had been ironed countless times, including a silver star on his left shoulder.

"To be precise, he beat me up and threw him out..."

"Why?"

"I can't remember the specific details, but it should be some kind of magic that affected the way of thinking of me and the people who were traveling with me at the time," the blond young man sighed. "After we woke up, we could only vaguely remember that we did something stupid. Things like making things difficult for the priests in other people's churches on other people's territory..."

"That's indeed stupid," Firmila blinked, "but why do you say it's under the influence of a spell?"

"You should know that the Bengtsen and Holt families have never dealt with each other, and shortly after we were driven out of the Dreamland, the scar face of the Holt family - his scar was left by me - He became a civil servant here."

"Can you say there's no connection?"

"...Okay," Firmila completely ignored the other party's shocked expression, "Please note, Mr. Levi, I am not an ally with the Bengtsen family, and there is no need to speak on your side."

"So far, you probably haven't found any conclusive evidence to prove that all this is related to the Holt family, right? In this case, we can't say that it must be him."

"Even if this kind of trick is a common trick of the Holt family?"

"You didn't catch him in action, and they didn't confess anything."

Levi sighed. He was not the first person who wanted to test the position of the Milkwei family in this way, nor would he be the last, but no matter which member of their family he faced, the outcome would be different. There will be huge changes - the Milk Guards don't care at all about the grudges between the other two major families in Yungang, and will never stand on one side.

Another half of the mission failed, and Levi thought silently in his heart that all he could do now was the other half: explain the previous disagreements with Lord Ron and get his understanding as much as possible.

Ever since Evandel took charge of the work in Dreamland, most of the land trade in Yungang has been taken over by the Holt family, and the Bengson family has more than doubled its previous losses. If it weren't for the other party's evil intentions, they might never be able to get those shares back in their lifetime.

This is one of the few opportunities, and everything depends on the support of peers. But it is precisely because of this that this negotiation becomes more important. After all... there are "three" big families in Yungang.

The Melkwei were not an independent reclusive family. Although they never took the initiative to "hunt", it was obvious that they would not want to eat the fat that came to their mouths.

Thinking of this, Levi once again began to sort out the non-existent wrinkles on his body with a frown.

"You two, please come in." A half-elf lady with heroic brows accompanied Victor, the former mayor of Frome Town, to the two of them and made a "please" gesture, "Ron... …My lord is willing to hear your purpose.”

Levi vaguely remembered her. She was one of Ron's side. The last time he saw her, she was wearing heavy armor, holding a flaming sword, and carrying a tower shield.

"Miss Ivy, did I remember you correctly?" Levi said hello to the other party with a smile, "Good day, I'm..."

"Levi Bengtsen, young master," Ivy paused and emphasized the word that appeared with the name, unabashedly showing the sarcasm and contempt contained in it, "If you have anything to say, please explain it to the lord. Well, there’s Miss Bunney too.”

"Please lead the way." Philmila smiled and nodded to Ivy, and received a polite and decent response, which made Bengtsen on the side look particularly uncomfortable.

However, such a clear distinction also showed the host's position. Levi's mind, which was not affected by magic, immediately came to life, thinking about future response strategies - including how to deal with the most embarrassing accusations.

Most people in the conference room had already left. When Levi and Firmila arrived at the door, Victor behind them also wisely retreated outside, leaving only Ivy to enter with them.

Phil Milan saw a human male sitting at the main table who was younger than expected and in the image, quietly sitting at the table with his head lowered. A scroll was spread out in front of him, and he was using an emerald pen. He was calculating something on it from time to time.

There were two people on his left. One was a halfling woman sitting on a special chair, wearing a white priest robe. Her unique halfling eyes were slightly closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. She seemed to be taking a nap, and she seemed to be looking towards her. Her goddess prays. One is a woman wearing armor with short hair. Unlike the halfling, the bright holy symbol on the shoulder armor clearly shows the god she believes in.

On the right hand side, close to the main seat, the red-eyed lady with an excessively pale complexion sat there. She did nothing but stared at the side face of the male at the main seat. There was an obscure mist flowing in Phil Millan's slightly pink eyes. In her eyes, the other person's disguise of not being particularly clever was removed, revealing his inhuman specialness.

And in another position...

Phil Millan frowned slightly. She wasn't sure if there was really a white-haired elf sitting there. He was discussing the contents of the scroll with the young lord on the main seat from time to time. In her opinion, the other party seemed...

Does it exist here? Still not here? Or is it not even in this time and space, just some kind of special projection?

"Here you are," Ron raised his head and looked at the two envoys from Yungang. He turned his neck and gave a slight greeting to Gilennis who was standing aside. "Thank you for your guidance. If there is anything I don't understand, I will explain it to you." I'll find you at dinner time."

"Then I won't bother you anymore." The moon elf nodded with a smile, and his whole body turned into a wisp of light smoke, which dissipated in the air in a blink of an eye. (End of chapter)