Full Time Mage Lord

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

By the time the guards brought the three envoys, Xiu Yin had already drank two large cups of coffee and milk tea alone - the envoys were really slow.

When Xiuyin was leisurely about to fill another glass for himself, the guards came to report that the messenger had arrived.

"Dear envoy..." Xiu Yin stood up and said to the envoy who came over, "Did you have a good rest last night?"

Of course, there was another hint in Xiuyin's eyes. He blinked at the three envoys. The leader, Pizarro, the ninth prince of the Namikaze Empire, said with some embarrassment, "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness." , last night was, uh...very good!"

"Hehe, that's good!"

Xiu Yin motioned for the envoys to please sit down and poured tea into the tea cups that had been prepared for the envoys. "You three, please taste it!"

As a noble imperial prince, Pizarro had plenty of time to enjoy the delicacies of the world, but when he smelled the milk tea in this cup, the tip of his nose couldn't help but sniff it hard.

Traditional coffee is finely ground, and the right amount of warm water and coffee powder are fully mixed together. The brewer's skill can be seen as quite skillful.

but……

What makes Pizarro deeply unable to extricate himself is that there is also a kind of fragrance here. This kind of light and elegant fragrance is definitely not just the taste of milk tea added to coffee.

What is it?

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

Pizarro no longer ignored the surprised looks in Pierre's and his eyes, and quickly stretched out his hands to grab the tea cup on the table.

Just the feeling of holding hands——

"This temperature..."

Pizarro was attracted, and the touch on his hands convinced him of the taste of the coffee, and he believed in his own judgment even more.

Gu...

Gu——

belch……

Pizarro was intoxicated. No matter how Pierre shook Pizarro's body, Pizarro's eyes were still looking at the empty cup in his hand.

"Lord Peter?"

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 Pizarro's hand, and Pierre reacted immediately.

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

Pierre became completely panicked, and Wundt beside him also jumped up and distanced himself from Xiu Yin. He then reached out and touched into his arms. There seemed to be something life-saving inside.

Well?

Xiu Yin looked at the violent reactions of the two people in surprise, "Poison? Would I be so stupid?"

What a stupid act it is to poison the messenger on your own territory. It's a shame these two people can think of it.

At the moment of tension, Pizarro suddenly spoke.

"Stop it, you two!"

"Sir, are you okay?"

Pierre saw that Pizarro had recovered, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He had been really shocked just now.

"This coffee...tea tastes good!"

Pizarro touched the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied thoughts. At that moment, he thought of many things. When he was a child, his mother also liked to make coffee with milk because she didn't like the bitter taste of coffee.

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

While making a "please" gesture, Xiu Yin said with a faint smile, "Compared to this coffee and milk tea, it is really rare for Your Excellency the messenger to be called 'Sir'."

"Um?!"

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

That look in his eyes may mean more things than Xiu Yin has experienced...

"It seems that I made him simple, but that's not bad..." Xiuyin thought silently in his heart while still keeping the smile on his face. Pizarro was not as simple a guy as he thought.

Pizarro looked at Xiuyin closely, Xiuyin still smiled without changing his face. Pizarro looked at the tea cup in his hand, and the smell inside still attracted him.

"You know I like to drink this?" Pizarro shook the tea cup, and the smell of coffee and milk tea inside slowly overflowed.

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

"grown ups!"

At this time, Wundt walked to Pizarro's side, and he signaled Pizarro not to continue talking. It was better not to expose their identities in the Dragon Glory Territory.

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

"The subjects of the Longhui Territory?" Wundt was slightly startled. He didn't expect Pizarro to ask such a question. After simply recalling what he saw on the way here, Wundt replied, "There are a lot of people everywhere. The atmosphere is rural, and more people are living in tents. Just thinking about it, I almost know that some people will freeze and starve this winter!"

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

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

As he said that, Pizarro glanced at Xiuyin, who was still smiling like that, minding his own business and carefully sipping the milk tea in the cup in his hand.

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

Pizarro put down the empty teacup in his hand with some reluctance, and said to Wundt, "Wundt, I have said before that you have to look at things through their surface. The citizens of Morrowind Territory are... 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 were praises for Lord Xiuyin. Well, this kind of praise, of course Unlike the praise given to the Emperor of the Namikaze Empire, it comes from the hearts of the people."

Of course Wundt knew what was 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 Xiuyin is just a lord. In the empire, he is far inferior to even the governor of a province.

"Is this what you want to see and confirm?"

The cup in Xiuyin's hand was also empty. He placed the cup gently on the table. Xiuyin and Pizarro looked at each other, "Pizarro, His Highness the Ninth Prince!"

scare!

Pierre and Wundt, who were on both sides of Pizarro, were startled at the same time, but they immediately stood up to protect Pizarro. It’s not a good thing for the prince’s identity to be exposed!

"Sit down, you two, can't you control your impulses? If it's just like this, big things will be hard to achieve in the future!"

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