Sitting in the magic car driving smoothly, Matilda's eyes looked out the window.

The wide and flat road extends forward along the line of sight. The wide avenue can almost accommodate eight or nine large carriages running side by side. It is obviously specially designed to cope with the pressure of modern traffic. The staggered and beautiful and atmospheric building complexes are arranged on both sides of the road. Those buildings have a new style different from Tifeng but also different from the old Ansu - retaining the classical and elegant appearance of the Northern Kingdom style, and have a pleasing neat lines and regular appearance.

Between these buildings and roads, you can see neatly arranged street lights, magic projections distributed at intersections or open spaces, station signs designed for magic car stops, and welcome crowds wearing bright and thick winter clothes that are rushing to the streets during this cold winter season.

On those magical projections, on the large color paintings of those sites, various welcome statements or pictures are presented, and even real-time images of the fleet driving.

This is the modern magic capital, Cecil City...

Matilda retracted her gaze, but still retained the perception of the extraordinary, paying attention to the movements on the road outside, she looked at Philip, who was in the same car as her, and in the face of the young army commander, she saw almost unconcealed pride.

This is normal, and a nobleman with such status would certainly show such pride in front of a foreign ambassador.

But on both sides of the road outside, the Cecils, who are said to be just "ordinary citizens", were expressed with many expressions of curiosity, excitement, and similar pride, which was not so ordinary.

"I hope you are satisfied with the welcome process we arranged," Philip said in the eyes of the Princess Tifung in front of him with a smile on his face. "Cecil and Tifung have many differences in customs, but we have a common root, which can become a bond to further narrow the relationship between the two countries."

“I sincerely hope for a longer peace,” Matilda said with a smile, “this is good for all of us.”

The magic convoy of the Tifen mission drove through the straight "Trail Blazers Avenue" in Cecil. At the welcome of citizens, the security team and the steel rangers drove towards the Royal District. They gradually left the outer city and entered the city center. As a large square appeared outside the car window, all the Tifen messengers, including Matilda, suddenly heard a loud burst sound-

It was like thunder exploded, and the distance was not very far. There was more than one explosion, but it exploded more than thirty times in a row.

Someone in the messenger team showed a look of surprise and doubt. Even Matilda couldn't help looking at Philip opposite, but the latter just smiled at her: "No need to be nervous, just a salute."

"It is Cecil's rule to use a salute to welcome guests from afar."

Matilda blinked, and in surprise, she remembered some of the information she had collected before, and could not help but have some strange thoughts flashed through her heart.

The Cecils do seem to like to welcome their guests with these loud sounds of cannons, but sometimes they hit the sky, sometimes they hit the heads of guests...

"Interesting rules," she smiled, "in the new era, there will indeed be some new customs and habits."

When the time was approaching noon and the huge sun gradually rose to the top of his head, the Tifen envoy led by Matilda came to Gao Wen.

After the welcome ceremony that was not luxurious but grand enough, solemn enough, and unique to the people of Tifeng, Takamori stood in front of the steps of the "Autumn Palace" and looked at the "Kaoling Flower" with a smile.

Beside him were Heti and Rebecca, several senior government affairs executives, and Veronica holding a platinum scepter.

Amber was not seen at the scene, but familiar people knew that the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau must be on the scene - but it has not yet emerged from the air.

Matilda wore a classic black palace dress with golden chains dotted between her long black hair, and drooped to her waist. She slowly walked to Gaowen in an impeccable posture and lowered her head slightly: "Salute to you, the great Gaowen Cecile.

“I am here to represent the Augustus family and bring about a friendly intention from Tifon.

"May you be healthy and long-lasting, and may your achievements be passed down from generation to generation."

"In a sense, your last words are not a blessing, they can only be said to be a statement," Gao Wen said a little jokingly, and stepped forward, "Welcome to Cecil."

Next is the boring but inevitable official verbal session. Both sides said compliments prepared in advance with a smile, but everyone must still maintain a serious look and try to make this unnutritious business bragging look more sincere.

Rebecca felt bored within a few seconds and secretly yawned. She looked at Matilda Augustus, who was chatting and laughing with her ancestors. She couldn't help but mutter. She looked around and saw Aunt Heti on one side and Veronica on the other. She might be beaten when chatting with the former. She turned to the latter: "Hey, you said she is also a princess, and I am also a princess. Why can't I break a flattery into three paragraphs like she did?"

This question is really hard to answer - after all, when the Ansu Dynasty was still there, Veronica could have broken the same flattery into four paragraphs.

Therefore, the "saint" who was surrounded by a faint holy light remained silent, and just shook her head gently, and then her gaze fell on the Matilda and did not move away for a long time.

Matilda raised her head with some emotion and greeted a pair of gentle, peaceful, but lacking the texture that a living person should have, just like crystal-carved eyes.

The eyes seemed to have some meaningful scrutiny, which made Matilda's heart slightly move, but when she looked carefully, she found that the eyes seemed to have simply swept across her. The strange scrutiny had disappeared.

After the reception ceremony, there was a grand lunch.

The formal negotiations on setting up embassies, sending ambassadors to exchange international students are scheduled tomorrow, but before the formal negotiations, the senior executives of both sides can use activities such as banquets to conduct some early "attitude exchanges". Surrounded by elements such as food and music, this attitude exchange can be carried out more easily. On the premise that both parties hope that the matter will be completed, this kind of preliminary negotiation will often achieve very good results.

Matilda tasted exquisite foods that were different from Tifeng, and cut barbecue with various spices with a knife, but also maintained a dignified and elegant manner. She did not show too much love for any kind of food. Her eyes swept over the waiter passing through the banquet hall, and the magical images set around the hall and the "Princess Cecil" not far away who seemed not very good at table etiquette. Finally, it fell on Gao Wen: "I heard before that the Ansu people were very good at roasting meat, so that the court chefs of Tifeng were keen on learning how the Ansu people used spices, but now after real taste, I realized that their imitation was just imitation after all, and authentic products were completely different."

"Then you may be wrongly blamed your court chef," Gao Wen said with a smile. "The foods in front of you are not traditional 'Ansu Food', but what I thought of when I was bored in the past two years - it seems to suit your taste?"

"You invented?" Matilda looked at the desserts on the table and the barbecue on the plate in surprise. After being stunned, she praised her heartily, "It's incredible. I only thought you were a powerful knight and a wise monarch. I didn't expect you to be a foodie who can create delicious food-they're really good in flavor, and it's my honor to be able to eat them."

Gao Wen smiled and said nothing.

When he had just lifted the coffin a few years ago, he thought about using the food in his mind to improve the food life in another world. He also carefully tinkered with several foods that were not locally available, but in the end there was no scene of "taking out a plate of barbecue to let the natives accept it." After all, the foodies in this world did not grow up eating the locals, and he himself... in his previous life he was just an ordinary diner. No matter how much food there was in the Heavenly Kingdom, he could eat and not cook it himself.

The highest evaluation he had come up with is that it was "tasty", and it was quickly crushed by local chefs in terms of variety and quantity. Now he has left a few barbecue and Jiangnan dim sum as embellishments on the "state banquet", which is the last result he left in the catering industry in the world as a time traveler.

While Gao Wen was slightly distracted, Matilda swallowed the food in her mouth again, and looked at the small plate of thinly sliced ​​fruit in front of her with a little curiosity. She asked curiously: "This fruit tastes wonderful. I have never eaten it... is it a specialty of Cecil?"

Gao Wen glanced at the fruit dish, and his expression almost showed a strange look, but he remained calm at the last moment: "This is the Solin Tree Fruit, which is indeed a specialty of the Cecil Empire."

He controlled the expression on his face, but could not control the thoughts in his heart.

It was the fruit of Bertilla Augustus, most of which were used to alleviate the food crisis in the Holy Spirit Plain area, and a small part was sent to the city of Cecil as samples.

Now, he treats the descendants of the family with the fruits produced by the ancestors of the Augustus family.

People have to say thank you after eating.

If you think about the whole process carefully, it seems quite devilish...

On the other side, Matilda didn't know what she was eating (actually, it was nothing if she knew it. After all, thousands of people in Cecil were eating these fruits). After politely praising her, she raised a more formal topic.

"This time, in addition to formal diplomatic visits and preparations for subsequent international students, I also brought my father's personal greetings," she put down her knife and fork and smiled lightly. "He believes that the new order you created and the magic technology you brought are great things that can change the world, which makes him admire..."

"Order was not created by me alone, nor was magic technology," Gao Wen said, "but I admit one thing - they can indeed change the world."

Matilda glanced at Gao Wen and said solemnly: "My father... I guessed that you would give a similar answer."

"Oh?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "Then what else did he say?"

"He said you are similar people and you are concerned about things that are beyond a city, a country and a generation," Matilda said seriously. "He also hopes that I will tell you something: In the face of national interests, we are Cecil and Tifon, in the face of this world, we are all human beings, and the world is not safe, at least you understand this."

Gao Wen's movements paused slightly.

After a moment, he smiled and said lightly: "Together we have built a grand wall, and on the border of the wasteland of Gondor, I have had a brief conversation with your father.

“So I can feel that his vision is longer than most people in this era.

"I'm glad he brought you this sentence, and you can tell him that the fate of all of us is on this continent, and on this premise, Cecil is happy to create a peaceful and prosperous new era with Tiphon."

After the words came to an end, Gao Wen had already raised the wine glass in his hand.

Matilda smiled, and raised her wine glass in her hand.

"Then celebrate this peaceful and prosperous era in advance." she said.

...

After the grand lunch, the group of messengers was arranged to rest in the corresponding area of ​​the Aki Palace, while Gao Wen returned to his residence.

He did not go to rest, but came to the study.

Veronica has been waiting here for a long time.

"Wright said you have something to come to me," Gao Wen sat down behind the desk, looking at the "Saint" holding a platinum scepter in front of him, the former leader of the Gondor disobedient, "and I noticed that you looked at the Princess Matilda several times during the previous greetings and at the banquet--it was related to her?"
Chapter completed!