The voices of Home Secretary Connor and Daisy arguing inside can be heard outside. In general, Daisy attacked step by step, and Connor retreated step by step in principle.

Daisy was a little stunned when she heard the guard's notification that Prim was coming. She had to temporarily suspend the negotiations and came to the side hall of the small western-style building.

"His Majesty Phil Rie, is there anything wrong?"

"I want 100,000 Holy King gold coins, and a thousand tons of grain, no limit on the type, must be of good quality. I need it now."

Daisy almost rushed out of her mouth, wanting to ask the irrelevant poor queen why she said this, but she glanced at a touch of black in the corner of her eyes. When she saw clearly the void badge on the queen's hairpin, her expression suddenly became exciting.

Is it surprise? Is it loneliness? Is it unwilling to accept it?

She herself didn't know what it felt like in her mouth, and when the words came to her mouth, it turned out: "Your Majesty, the Void Corps doesn't have that many gold coins now. But I can complete part of the negotiations first and let part of the food payment for the Raffarin Empire be allocated. Please wait."

"Okay!" The queen stood there quietly like this.

Ten minutes later, Daisy came out.

She took out a document that had just been issued and stamped with a fire-painted seal, and handed it to Prim with both hands: "Your Majesty, I have already given the order. Your Majesty goes to the port management office with this document, and naturally someone picks up the goods to Your Majesty. It's just a ship..."

"You arrange. I also need your people to help transport food and send some soldiers to maintain public order."

"clear."

Kong Xu didn't know that Queen Prim returned to the capital of Raffarium and immediately caused an uproar. No matter where Prim went, it caused whispers.

Prim didn't care, she held her head up and brought the food to a refugee camp two hundred kilometers away from the royal capital that night.

Although it was already nine o'clock in the evening, more than two thousand carriages were continuously sending food to the refugee camps in the Phillire Country, and this scene still attracted the view of the walls of refugees from other three countries.

The Rafflange is not as good as it is. Refugees are basically controlled in a basin with a fairly sensible environment. At least it is not a barren land. But after so long, the food that can be eaten in the basin has been basically eaten.

In the eyes of refugees, the hard-to-chew black bread was the worst food before. After all, it was not soaked in water, and it could be used to knock out teeth when eaten.

But the empire provided only with decaying old grain, but there was still little.

How can this be enough if you only eat half a pound (less than half a pound) of bread a day?

Not to mention the bark, even the roots and bugs were dug out and eaten.

Many people were so hungry that they had already eaten the dirt secretly.

Recently, three-digit people have died every day.

The entry of so many carriages was originally a grand occasion that only once a week. It was a food of two million people. And the style of the carriage was completely different.

Smoke quickly rose in the Phillire refugee camp.

The aroma of toast and roasted sweet potatoes was so greedy that the next door was almost rioted. However, the hungry refugees saw the soldiers from the Void Leadership and immediately knew that something was wrong. After inquiring, they found out that the queen had negotiated with the Void Leadership. Not only did they include food, accommodation, and work arrangements, 200,000 refugees also had to be incorporated into the Void Leadership.

"Oh my God! Such a good thing, why can't our idiot king do it?"

In the Phillire refugee camp, Prim saw a starving ghost-like citizen bit off almost half of the hot sweet potato in one bite, and was so sad that he almost cried.

"Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! There are still things. You can't eat the skin." No one listened to her and the maids' advice at all.

No one looked down on this thing before. I really can’t correct my eating habits for hundreds of years. I’m hungry and don’t care what you are. If you can eat it and don’t kill you on the spot, it’s a good thing.

At least being a full-blooded devil is better than being tragically starving to death.

The entire refugee camp was filled with the sound of eating almost the whole night. Many people ate one serving, secretly leaving half of roasted sweet potatoes or roasted potatoes in the dirty bag. They also lined up for the second time and the third time.

The scene is really crazy.

Later, General Agas, who was in charge of public security, had to send people to suppress these guys.

He placed a truckload of food in the middle of the refugee camp and sent someone to light a torch to surround him.

"Listen to you idiots! The food is here, and it won't be taken away, they are all yours. But you can't eat too much at once, otherwise it will be worth it if you're overwhelmed. The meal will start on time at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

When the refugees saw the fully armed soldiers, they stopped robbing them.

What is ridiculous is that they really sent people to stare at the food truck all night to see if they would be pulled away in the middle of the night.

Queen Prim really stayed in the refugee camp all night, but the next morning, she received a report that more than a hundred people died.

He was full and died of being full.

I had a long-term malnutrition and suddenly overeat again, so I couldn't get through it.

The only comforting thing is that when they die, they all have satisfied and happy smiles on their faces.

Prim cried again.

It was not until noon that Prim took the magic warship and rushed back to the imperial capital.

She visited the nobles who had lent her money to her family one by one, paid back the debt, and tossed until night. She called her maid, Wang family tailor and other servants who served the Phillire Wang family, and paid the wages she owed.

All night, the mansion was crying.

Of course, a news spread like a flying one.

Emperor Raffalan heard the news that Prim changed his hairstyle and was silent for a while before instructing the eunuch: "Transfer my oral order - this matter ends here. The empire has tried its best. Ferrier is right, Void Corps is right. The only thing that is wrong is the demon clan. If you have that energy, you will spread your anger on the demon clan."

On the third night, when Prim attended the dance in a brand new evening dress, silent ripples arose in the noble circle.

Some people sighed in a low voice, some were surprised, some were excited, and more people were mixed emotions.

"The pearl of Phillire's house..."

"What a pity."

"Maybe this is the vision. I heard that Your Majesty attaches great importance to that one."

Prim seemed to have no hearing of all the rumors. She wandered around more actively than before, constantly inviting the powerful nobles of various empires to enter the side hall.

In the past, she was treated with politeness, but in fact she refused coldly.

The style of painting is completely different now, and no one will regard her as an irrelevant noble girl. For example, Duke Parker was invited by Prim and happily entered the side hall.

After sitting down and greetings, Prim got to the point.

"I heard that Uncle Parker has a mercenary group."

"Haha, that's just a small business that my third son has tidyed up."
Chapter completed!