Formal talks between Darkmoon Island and the Cult of Kosmos begin.

Last night, members of the Dark Moon Island delegation had communicated and confirmed the specific terms and details with the relevant person in charge of the Cult of Kosmos. In fact, the general communication between the two parties had already begun before Ophelia arrived in York City.

It's been going on for a long time.

Therefore, Ophelia's visit is more like coming to sign a contract on behalf of the Dark Moon clan after both parties have reached a basic consensus.

But this does not mean simply going through the motions, because there are still some relatively sensitive details that require Ophelia to sit down and consult with a bishop from the York City region who is specifically responsible for this matter.

The closer it is to the last minute, the more difficult details need to be paid attention to. After all, the issues that can be put at the end must be issues that both sides value.

For Darkmoon Island, small things are big for the Cult of Kosmos, but from another perspective, even if the Cult of Kosmos retreats even a little bit on certain issues, it will be of huge benefit to Darkmoon Island.

The conference room was very large. Karen, Bi and Fanny were sitting in the first row. A little further away in the same row were the female warrior Panmir and the new maid.

Further back, there are the grassroots personnel of the Dark Moon Island delegation and the personnel involved in the religion of Kosmos. From time to time, people in the meeting will come down to ask for specific data and situations.

But this does not mean that Karen and others are qualified to observe the meeting, because there is a black barrier around the oval conference table where formal discussions are held, completely covering it.

Inside the barrier, Ophelia and Bishop Fix each led about ten core personnel for final negotiations.

Karen, who was sitting outside the barrier, could only see the colors of the clothes on different people inside, and didn't even have the chance to read lips.

Sitting for a long time can inevitably lead to boredom.

Karen turned around and saw Fanny reading the newspaper, but there was a weak spiritual power fluctuating in the newspaper.

Fanny noticed Karen's gaze, separated half of the newspaper and handed it to Karen. Karen took the newspaper and discovered that the photos in the newspaper turned out to be animated pictures;

Moreover, the content in some text boxes can also be scrolled.

There is such a newspaper?

Karen looked at the top of the newspaper - "Order Weekly".

As the name suggests, this is an internal publication of the Cult of Kosmos.

"Have you never seen it before?" Fanny asked.

Karen nodded.

"Normal, 30 coupons per order, no discount for monthly subscription."

No wonder Karen has never seen a newspaper with a monthly subscription fee of 150 coupons at Pavarro Funeral Home, because the monthly allowance of the servant of God is only 100 coupons, which is not enough to subscribe to a newspaper, and Mr. Pavarro will not give his precious

Order coupons are spent on this.

"Have you ordered it?" Karen asked.

"No, I don't have time to look at these. There are them on the shelf at the door of the conference room. You can read them for free. If you want to order, just send someone to the education building on Wutong Street to pay."

"Okay, I get it."

Karen plans to subscribe to this newspaper. He already has the habit of reading newspapers. Now that he has joined Neo's team, he doesn't have to worry too much about his ticket income and can afford the expense.

The contents of the newspaper are basically related to events involving the Cult of Kosmos. There are also some high-level articles that share insights and understandings of the use of magic. There is a lot of useful information.

But what surprised Karen was that there was also a part of the page that reported news about real society. For example, there was a page that was divided into two halves.

The upper half is the news of John Rotini's successful campaign to be the mayor of Manral City, and it also contains the new mayor's campaign ideas, calling for freedom and democracy.

The lower half is Mr. Comar Luther's speech conference, in which he called on all purple-haired people to unite for peaceful demonstrations and oppose violence and disorderly activities.

An internal publication of a theistic religion would actually spend such a large space reporting on two "social people";

Karen found this very interesting, and there must be other deep meanings in it.

After the morning talks ended and the barriers were removed, representatives from both sides could be seen greeting each other with smiles on their faces, and then went back to rest and prepare for the afternoon meeting.

"Do you think the negotiation was successful?" Fanny asked Karen.

"I don't know." Karen replied.

During the meeting, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, both parties would not hold a dinner together, but would eat their own meals.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting continued.

The situation was still the same as in the morning. This time Bibin also picked up a newspaper and put it in front of him, then gently pushed Karen with his arm and said:

"If I fall asleep and snore later, remember to pinch my thigh..."

"Okay." Karen nodded.

Bimo covered his face with a newspaper, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.

After a while, Fanny also started to take a nap.

Karen took a copy of "Symmetra" and started

After a while, I heard a snoring sound. It wasn't Bibi, but Fanny.

Karen reached out and pinched Fanny's thigh lightly naturally.

Fanny opened her eyes, looked at Karen with a smile, indicating that she understood, then changed her sitting position again, and continued to sleep.

After a while, Bi Ciao also snored.

Karen also pinched Bi Ciao's thigh. Bi Ciao also woke up, smiled at Karen, changed positions and continued to sleep.

During the following afternoon meeting, Karen pinched Fanny three times and her vagina six times.

When they left the meeting, both women stretched themselves contentedly.

"I'm not usually so sleepy, but when it comes to serious occasions like this, I can't help but doze off," Fanny said.

"Me too." Bi Ciao yawned.

Karen said: "The meeting probably wasn't that successful because there was an extra meeting in the evening."

Originally there were only two meetings in the morning and afternoon, but an evening session was added and ended late at night.

After escorting Miss Ophelia back to the room, the two women unceremoniously occupied the big bed, one on the left and the other on the right. Even though they were sleeping during the meeting, they were still very tired. This fatigue was even far worse than the night before.

of fighting.

When Karen was about to rest on the sofa, the doorbell rang and it was Miss Ophelia calling him.

This was the first time the two parties met so late in the hotel.

There were exquisite supper on the coffee table in front of Miss Ophelia, but Karen had no appetite now.

"The meeting didn't go very well," Ophelia said.

"Um."

Karen responded, took the ice water brought by the maid, and took a big sip.

The maid was stunned for a moment, then silently delivered a cup of hot black tea to her young lady.

"So tired." Ophelia sighed and stretched her legs on the sofa. She was wearing the traditional dress of Darkmoon Island. It was a dress. The style was somewhat like a cheongsam, but there was no slit.

.

However, in this posture, the smoothness of the calf and part of the area above the knee is still exposed.

"Mr. Cullen, I really hate this kind of situation and this kind of process. I would rather find those pirates and sea monsters practicing sword practice on the sea outside Darkmoon Island."

"My two colleagues thought so too."

"Haha, maybe I belong to the same group of people as them."

What surprised Karen was that even though she saw that she had no intention of eating midnight snacks, Ophelia still pulled her to talk about literature for a while.

But what Karen clearly noticed was that she was actually tired.

The late-night "book club" lasted for nearly an hour, and Ophelia still had a lot to say. It was Karen who said it was getting late and asked the lady to be energetic for tomorrow's meeting before she was able to say goodbye and return to the opposite room.

After closing the door, Karen pressed her back against the door, frowning slightly.

Miss Ophelia's behavior tonight was a bit deliberate, and he would not take it for granted that she just had a crush on him.

Did she sense something?

Karen subconsciously touched his wrist, was it because of [Dark Moon Blade]?

…

Ophelia drank ice water, her eyes slightly focused.

Panmir came closer and asked in a low voice: "Miss, is it him?"

"I only vaguely sensed it once or twice in the first few nights, but the night I was attacked, I really felt it even though I was at a distance.

Moreover, he, who always speaks and behaves appropriately, did not cover up or refuse my gift of a sword to him.

Panmir, even you are not qualified to receive its inheritance, it is really hard for me to understand that he would."

"There are very few things the Cult of Kosmos wants that they can't get. Perhaps, he will be arranged to be Miss's personal security for this trip, with instructions from the top of the Cult of Kosmos."

"I agree with the first half of the sentence, but the second half... I am already considering a marriage with Mr. Leon. Why would the Cult of Kosmos be in such a hurry to make arrangements now? It doesn't make sense."

"However, what my subordinates find even more unreasonable is that the strength shown by Mr. Cullen is actually among this elite Whip of Order team. He must be hiding his strength."

Hearing this, Ophelia thought of the series of layers of protective walls Karen used that night.
To be continued...