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Chapter 709: Stab First, Greet Later
Chapter 709: Stab First, Greet Later
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Looking at the peculiar hidden emblem, Leon's lips twitched as he examined it. The effects of wearing this emblem were unreasonable. Shouldn't my artistic talent surge with every gesture?
Moreover, why was there no advancement path? I feel like if I just supplement my political abilities, work on my moral character, and study art to achieve a well-rounded development, this emblem would advance immediately!
"Hmm... it's okay. For the carriage greeting part, let's leave it at that for now!"
As he watched, for some unknown reason, Leon's every movement exuded an intense surge of leadership. The old man nodded in satisfaction and then pulled the flowchart on the wall downward. Squinting, he muttered,
"Next is the reception of foreign guests, addresses by the fifteen ministers and the Prime Minister, a public party in the royal capital, addresses and oaths to all citizens, and a private banquet after the ceremony... Oh, and regarding the cake-cutting at the banquet, you must learn it properly!"
"Wait... do I have to do this too?"
"Of course, it's up to you!"
The old man spoke with a solemn expression:
"The Protocol Department and I, following traditional ceremonial protocols, have set up a process for you. Most of it is dignified and solemn, which showcases the royal dignity, but it may not reflect the royal family's affinity with the people. We need to add a more approachable segment, and personally cutting the cake for the guests is undoubtedly the most suitable choice."
At this point, the old man paused briefly, stroking his beard. Squinting, he reminisced with a nostalgic expression:
"In my younger days, I was selected to join the Protocol Department because of my cake-cutting skills. I received high praise from the previous king for demonstrating royal dignity while not neglecting any guest.
Hehe, Your Highness, tomorrow I will prepare six different ceremonial knives for you. Combined, there are over ninety cutting methods. You only need to learn twelve of the more common ones to handle those special situations... like this."
The old man drew six small figures on the wall and looked at Leon expectantly, ignoring his increasingly gloomy expression. With a casual tone, he asked,
"If tomorrow, after the private banquet, the envoys from the Northern Kingdom, Thunderstorm Kingdom, Thousand Sails Kingdom, Refractive Kingdom, Maiden Witch Kingdom, and Green Shade Kingdom all come with their plates, how would you cut the cake to accommodate the varying degrees of closeness between the kingdoms without damaging diplomatic relations?"
"Stab them to death."
"Huh?"
Perhaps due to his age, the old man didn't quite catch what Leon said, so he leaned in closer, curious.
"Your Highness, what did you just say?"
"I said... I'm going to stab them all to death!!!"
Snatching the pen, Leon furiously crossed out the six figures representing the cake-cutting methods. After being tormented for over ten hours, the exhausted Leon grabbed the pen and made a series of stabbing motions. In the old man's terrified expression, he gritted his teeth and threatened,
"If you know how to cut it, then you do it! Cut it properly!
And listen up! Tomorrow, anyone who dares to come with a plate, asking me to cut their cake, I'll stab them! Then, I'll drag them out of the banquet, hang them on the branches outside the palace gates, and let them bleed out! I'll let them die!"
(っ°Д°;)っ?!?!?!
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Strange, today's wedding feels a bit off.
Through the semi-transparent colored glass of the waiting room, the princess gazed at the busy servants outside, feeling something was amiss. She furrowed her brows in bewilderment.
And by her side as the maid of honor, Anna noticed the strange expression on Princess Veronica's face and immediately held her arm, asking with concern:
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"Nothing seems to be amiss..."
Princess Veronica peered through the glass at the situation outside, then shook her head, a bit puzzled, and whispered:
"But compared to the original plan, the ceremony seems to have been simplified quite a bit."
"Really? Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
Princess Veronica nodded slightly and began counting on her fingers, listing each item:
"Normally, before we arrived here, there should have been two dress inspections, three makeup and styling sessions, the morning gown prayer, the departure memento, the light meal with makeup on... Only after all these were completed would we depart from the palace and head to the wedding venue."
After listing over a dozen intricate procedures, Princess Veronica, seeing Anna's surprised expression, said with confusion:
"But many of the repetitive steps have been omitted, and although the memento and prayer were done, they were done in a perfunctory manner... That's odd, it doesn't seem like the style of the Protocol Department."
"..."
Wow... It's so complicated? And the groom's side has even more rules? I wonder if my brother can handle it.
After hearing Princess Veronica's words, Anna couldn't help but clench her fist in worry, then tentatively guessed:
"Could it be that my brother found the procedures too tedious and discussed with the Protocol Department to simplify the unnecessary steps?"
"Maybe..."
Princess Veronica nodded slightly, her face filled with curiosity, and said:
"But those people in the Protocol Department are mostly old-timers with high seniority, and they're so stubborn. How did Lyon convince them?"
"Stab them all to death! Every single one!"
A loud snap sounded as Lyon, sitting in front of the mirror, broke off half a chair leg and made a stabbing motion. He shoved away the horrified female makeup artist and roared at the little old man behind him, his face contorted in anger:
"I won't offer condolences! I'll stab anyone I have to console!
I won't give a speech! I'll only stab the nearest person!
I won't attend the royal meeting! If I have to, I'll stab everyone I see!
I won't do the pre-wedding prayer! If you keep nagging, I'll rush out and stab the horse statue too!"
"You... You..."
"Get out of here, or I'll start with you!!!
"Ahh! Stop! Don't come near me!"
Lyon displayed his badge with the fear effect, scaring away the little old man who was trying to force him through the procedures. He helped the female makeup artist who had fallen to the ground, apologizing:
"Sorry, my words weren't directed at you. That old man is just too annoying, and yelling at him is the only way to deal with him... Anyway, you can continue with the makeup. Don't worry, I usually don't stab people."
"Okay... Alright..."
The female makeup artist steadied herself against the nearby chair, her legs trembling as she hobbled to the left side, away from the "weapon." She continued applying makeup to Lyon, her hands shaking.
As Lyon sat with his eyes closed, enduring the makeup application by the Parkinson's-afflicted makeup artist, the guests who had come to attend the wedding began to arrive one after another.
When the delegations from various kingdoms reached the entrance of the hall and saw the giant photo hanging outside, a heart-stopping scream suddenly erupted from the delegation of the Northern Kingdom.
"Impossible! That must be fake! It's fake!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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