Tucsona still didn't care, but looked at Mellor, nodded. He looked at Arnaci in the corner and sneered.

At this moment, Drizzt's assistant entered the venue again.

This time he did not pass on the pda, but ran to the Minister of the Interior and said a few words with his ears.

Drizzt's face changed. He walked to the rostrum, whispered a few words with the hymn Will, and then hurried away from the side door.

The venue became quiet again, and people looked around curiously.

If you can smoke, I believe many people have already lit one for themselves.

Some people carefully leave the seat and enter the bathroom in front of the side door, trying to relax their tension by changing the environment.

There is only one last stage left in the conference. The victory and defeat have already been settled, and there is only the announcement. However, it is interrupted again and again by sudden changes, which casts a layer of haze on the mood of members of the new faction.

Xiong Will still has the same face, but he can clearly understand the irritability in his eyes.

Yes, irritable!

His Majesty the King was not happy about victory at the last moment of his journey to the end, but was irritated by something else.

What exactly is it?

The side door was tightly closed. There was no sign of opening. Drizzt had been out for 5 minutes and had not seen any turn.

The smile on the corner of Henrietta's mouth became more and more charming.

Merol took out a handkerchief, wiped his hand clean, and then threw it hard to the ground beside him with a disgust expression. Because he thought that Sevis had done this just now. He was a prince, but he imitated the movements of a marquis, and this behavior would seriously lower his qualities.

Gilcott's face improved a little, looking at Arnasi, who was dead in the corner, without sneering or ridicule. Instead, his eyes were filled with sympathy.

He was wrong, Henrietta was right.

He was not annoyed by such a result. He was very happy.

However, the poor uncle was going to have a waste of time. I really hope that the old man would not die like this, and he would feel deeply guilty.

Finally, the side door opened and Drizzt returned to the venue.

He is no longer as gloomy as a ghost. Instead, he is full of vitality and vitality.

Unfortunately, the change does not come from positive energy such as happiness and cheerfulness, but anxiety and anxiety.

He sweated a lot, cold sweat, drop by drop, wet his brand new white shirt.

His steps no longer floated, became very steady, and he swept through the midfield at a very fast speed, walked to the rostrum, cut into the gap between Tyron and Xankowell's seats, and lowered his voice and said something.

Then, His Majesty the King stood up from the most dazzling throne in the entire venue, looked at Henrietta with a cold, respectless and close look, left the rostrum, followed Drizzt towards the side door.

The venue was quiet until the figure of Xhoo Will disappeared behind the door, like a sudden ignition of fuel, burst into a craze of discussion.

No one knows what he is going to do, no one knows when he will be back.

He said nothing and walked out of the venue.

People know that something must have happened.

But...what kind of urgent matter would make His Majesty the King lose his composure?

Tyron slapped the table hard and said coldly: "Silent, quiet."

He was already very irritated, and the sounds below made him even more irritated.

The voice gradually stopped, and people stopped talking loudly, only dared to whisper and guess the reason why His Majesty the King left.

"My waist..."

Henrietta straightened up and gently beat his back: "I'm old and my body is getting worse day by day. I really don't know when I fall on the bed and I can't wake up again."

"Fate is invisible and intangible, but it is the most interesting thing in the world, Merol, do you think it is?"

He kept his peace, from the beginning of the conference to the voting stage, he did not express any objections.

But now, he said a very long sentence, which seemed to be embarrassing that a person is old and weak, and may die one day. In fact, he was using this sentence to say another meaning - "I am old, but I am still alive, at least I will not die today."

"The question of fate is too profound and too noble. Can you talk about something simple and easy to understand? For example, when will His Majesty the King come back?"

Merol is a warrior and has never learned to give people face, even if the target is His Majesty the King.

Tyron and the young princes beside him gritted their teeth and looked at him.

Merol's stomach roared, and then he felt embarrassed to carry the suit collar to cover his slightly raised belly, and said to Tyron and others: "What are your eyes? I'm just hungry and want to go back to have dinner early."

It is a bit embarrassing to say such words from a prince.

However, no one cares about the content of these words, and people care more about its essence - Merol is teasing his nephews, using the most stakes of words.

Many people look at the funny scene in front of them, but they just can't laugh no matter what.

Tucsona laughed and laughed out loud.

On the surface, he was laughing at Mellor, but everyone knew that he was laughing at Tyron, Tulamon, and the princes.

This scene is ugly, isn't it?

Sometimes, it only takes a moment to move from victory to failure, and it only takes a moment to move from glory to shame.
Chapter completed!