Chapter 689 Unvoiced Requests

Chapter 689 Unvoiced Requests

A servant came back with a tray of cakes and biscuits, setting it between the two men. She pulled off the top of the teapot, where the tea had been steeping for a while, and pulled a tin closer.

She pulled out the leaves with a little scoop, before serving a cup to both the king and the diplomat, as well as small plates with cake on them. The servant then bowed and left the room.

All the while she had been there, the diplomat had eyed her with squinted eyes. All of which had not escaped Astaroth's piercing gaze.

'He's one of those. I hope he doesn't ask for her...'

Astaroth lightly coughed as the young girl left, getting the diplomat's eyes off the servant and back on him.

"You were saying? The rules?" he said, his tone flat.

"Ahh, yes. Sorry, I was distracted. Are all your servants such beauties?"

Astaroth's hand gripped the sofa's armrest strongly as he tried to keep cool.

'Calm down, calm down, calm down. What would Phoenix do?'

As he thought this, images of the diplomat burning to cinders came to mind. novE/lb(1n

'Nope. Wrong question. Just stay chill. He wouldn't dare ask for her.'

"I think we are veering off subject here, Sir Stinson. Let's stay on track."

The diplomat audibly clicked his tongue, which made Astaroth's eyelid twitch slightly. But he kept his cool.

The diplomat smirked at Astaroth's words.

"Although that might be true for a budding kingdom like yours, Your Highness, I wholeheartedly doubt the capacity of this force to take down a part of our military. But I guess we shall see, if you are so confident in them."

The last words he spoke contained traces of venom in them, as the diplomat took it as an affront to their power. But he couldn't treat Astaroth badly, as he was a king part of the alliance.

Why the other kingdoms had accepted such a young kingdom into it was beyond him. But he owed them to treat the newest member with respect.

"In any case, that is how the start will proceed. As for after the first round, we will eliminate the weakest four, and the rest will move on to the traditional format. Do you have questions?"

Gerald was already tired of dealing with this arrogant young king. He was used to visiting the smaller kingdoms, the invitees, and being treated like a superior to their kings.

Yet, this child treated him like someone beneath him. He still hadn't offered him what had caught his eye.

"No questions for me. I think I understand what I need."

Gerald clapped his hands together.

"Good! Then, if that is the case, the day is well on its way to be over. How about we call it a night, and my men and I leave in the morning tomorrow?" he asked, an enormous grin on his face.

Astaroth stood up and stretched his hand across once more.

"I can arrange that. I will have a room prepared for you on the second floor. Your men will get another one, right next to it, and I will make sure you lack of nothing."

The diplomat grinned widely.

'I can't wait to get my hands on that little maid,' he thought, getting all excited.

But Astaroth could almost hear his thoughts through his greed-filled pig eyes.

'I will make sure no female maid goes near your room...'