Chapter 1616 - 96: Fox and Mouse Game (6)_3

Chapter 1616: Chapter 96: Fox and Mouse Game (6)_3

Gessa frowned and asked Skur, "Are you sure they’re planning to spin and weave in Paratu?"

"Yes, I’m sure, they are sure, repeatedly sure," Skur said decisively, scanning Winter’s face again, "But before we show our sincerity for cooperation, Fernando Leo said he wouldn’t explain their specific plan to us."

Gessa held his head in his hands and pondered for a long time, itching terribly inside but still suppressing it. He said in a somber tone, "This matter needs a long-term plan, we must first understand what wine their Sheepskin Bag is selling before discussing the next steps."

"I think so too," Skur nodded, but then he turned his head toward Winters once more.

Winters was extremely helpless; he sighed and met Skur Meklen’s gaze, "Alright, I’ll go talk to Mr. Fernando Leo — I’ll go with you to talk to him, but I request Bard to be present too."

"No problem," Skur agreed readily.

Winters returned to his seat, unrolled a piece of parchment, dipped his pen, and started to write earnestly:

"... After discussion in the meeting, it is agreed that Brigadier General Skur Meklen, Major Winters Montagne, and the Speaker of the National Assembly Bard will proceed to the next step of negotiation with Fernando Leo’s side..."

As the factors discussed in the meeting between Gessa, Skur, and Winters became more numerous and complicated, the original temporary meeting also had to become more formal.

To prevent decision omissions and ensure better execution of decisions, Winters proposed forming a written document for each decision, allowing the specific executors of the decision to work with the document rather than relying on verbal orders each time.

Gessa and Skur, of course, agreed readily.

However, the two old-timers were getting on in years, their eyes blurred, and more crucially, their seniority was far above Winters, so the dirty, tiring, and taxing job of transcribing naturally fell to Winters.

After copying, Winters sprinkled fine sand on the parchment to absorb the excess ink, then melted wax and handed the parchment to Gessa.

"Senior," Winters deliberately elongated his tone, "please."

Gessa didn’t even look, laughingly took out the Seal Ring, and signed and stamped hastily.

Then it was Skur Meklen’s turn. He carefully read through the content on the parchment several times to confirm there were no ambiguities or tamperings before he carefully signed and sealed it.

Finally, it was Winters. He took out a simple iron ring, poured wax on the parchment, and pressed down hard — ever since he retrieved this Great Alliance Ring, which rightfully belonged to him, he no longer used the Flying Lion Seal Ring he engraved himself, but luckily there hadn’t been any mishaps, no one had pointed out that His Excellency Montaigne’s signing seemed problematic because no one really inspected it closely.

After completing this step, Winters blew on the still warm wax and put the parchment into the file box — yes, the work of file manager also fell on Winters.

"What else do we need to talk about?" Winters scratched his head.

Gessa thought for a moment, "Those Oath Breaker’s dog secret agents."

"Oh! Right! Oh no!" Winters slapped his forehead, remorseful, "I still don’t know what the situation is over there!"

"Orderly!" He stood up and shouted, "Xial! Heinrich!"

As if telepathically, just as Winters made a sound, Xial quickly pushed the door open and walked into the backyard.

After tidily saluting the three by the round table, Xial spoke, "Your Excellency Gessa, Your Excellency Skur, Your Excellency Montaigne, Major Roson Jura requests to report in person."

The three by the round table exchanged glances.

"Please have the senior Roson come in and speak," Winters said.

Xial saluted and turned to leave.

In no time, Roson briskly entered the backyard.

"How about it," Winters stood up as soon as he saw Roson, "did you catch them? Any casualties?"

"Caught them," Roson replied while saluting, too busy to wipe his sweat, "No casualties."

"That’s good," Winters exhaled deeply, hastily beckoning the senior to sit down.

Roson was in no way willing to sit down, he said with a bit of bemusement, "Caught them, yes, but..."

"But what?" Gessa frowned.

"But," Roson swallowed, helplessly, "but it seems not quite like what we initially thought."