"Greema Lord! Greema..."

Phoenix rushed to the bed in panic and reached out to touch Greema.

Greema, who was sleeping soundly, was shocked and immediately sat up, "What are you doing!"

Phoenix then breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm scared to death! Lord Greema! I thought you..."

He knocked on the door twice without responding. He thought Greema died suddenly.

If something happened to Greema, he, the commander, would be unable to afford it, so he broke through the door desperately and came in to see what was going on.

Greema yelled angrily: "Get out! The guy who disturbs me when I sleep!"

Phoenix hurriedly said, "You can't sleep anymore, Lord Greema! Lord Faramir wants us to go to the war room for a meeting immediately!"

"Damn it! What time is it?" Greema asked angrily.

Phoenix replied: "It's past 8 am."

Greema said angrily: "It's only past 8 o'clock in the morning? I usually sleep until eleven or twelve o'clock!"

As he said that, Greema got back into bed.

Phoenix said anxiously: "Master Greema, I really can't sleep anymore! Master Faramir is waiting for us! If we don't go over immediately, he will, he will, he will deal with us with military law!"

Greema said coldly: "I am a senior magician of the Saint White Council! Faramir is a thing! You have to come and deal with me with military law! Let me tell him in the future and say I am not afraid of him! If you have the ability, let him come to me personally and deal with me with military law."

"No!" Phoenix was almost scared. Greema was his backer. If Nima and Faramir were so hard, he would be at a loss.

Besides, it is a war period. As a soldier, the geography class is actually quite understandable to Faramir. Now we should gather together to meet to determine the tactics.

Phoenix smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Greema, please get up as soon as possible! Lord Faramir is already waiting in the war room, and we are about to start a war with Carlyle City. If this is delayed, you will be responsible at that time."

Greema waved his hand indifferently: "Okay, okay, I know everything. You go out first, wait for me to lie down for a while, put on some clothes, wash and wash, and then go to the war room."

Phoenix immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Lord Greema! Then I... I'll go to the door first."

Without Greema, he wouldn't dare to go to the war room alone.

After Phoenix walked out of the room, Greema turned over and continued to hold the bar girl beside her and fell asleep.

Last night he fought against four, and today he had a severe back pain, so he just wanted to sleep for a while.

Phoenix waited outside the door and waited for a while, but Gree Ma never came out.

He quietly slid on the crack in the door and heard the heavy snoring of Greema from inside.

Phoenix was almost crying. He quickly patted the door hard and shouted loudly outside the door: "Master Greema!Master Greema! Are you okay?"

Greema shouted in annoyance: "Okay, okay! What's the urging!"

Then, Greema turned over and continued to sleep in her arms with the bar girl.

Phoenix slapped the door, "Sir Greema! Sir Greema!"

The bar girls who fell into bed were so quarrel that they could not rest at all, and Greema was also so quarrel that they couldn't sleep.

In desperation, he could only jump out of the quilt and shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, I know! I know! I will be fine right away!"

This time, he really got up and put on clothes and wash.

It is impossible to sleep well if you continue to lie in the bed, and you will be the best of Faramir.

After he was dressed neatly and finished washing up, he opened the door and walked out of the room with a cloudy face.

Phoenix said with a smile: "Master Greema, you have finally gotten up."

Greema yawned, "Okay, don't you just go to the war room? Lead the way. After the meeting early, I'll come back early to continue to sleep."

"Yes!" Phoenix nodded and bowed, leading Greema to the war room.

Phoenix is ​​a soldier after all, walking with wind and speed is very fast, while the Gree Horse is slow, as slow as an old cow pulls a broken car. Phoenix had to stop many times to wait for the Gree Horse.

It originally took only three minutes to go, but Greema actually walked for ten minutes before finally reaching the door of the war room.

Phoenix looked at it and saw that the war room was silent, and the other guards were standing around the war room, while Commander Faramir sat on the table and carefully looked through the collected information.

It seems that Faramir is not angry yet.

Phoenix took a deep breath and said loudly: "Saint-Belgian Parliament Special Envoy, Lord Greema is here!"

Faramir, who was reading the information, frowned slightly, but he still put down the information in his hand, stood up politely to welcome the arrival of the special envoy of the Saint-Belgian Council.

After all, Greema is also a senior magician of the Saint White Council, and this status is approximately equivalent to the duke of the human race, so Faramir still has to show respect.

However, after dozens of seconds, Greema still did not enter the war room.

Commander Phoenix, who was standing at the door, was embarrassed and could only smile and said to Faramir: "Immediately, immediately, Greema's long-distance bump caused a back pain, so he walked a little slower."

Faramir nodded slightly.

He never maliciously speculated on others, so he believed Phoenix's words.

At this time, Greema held the wall and walked slowly over.

Faramir said in a deep voice: "Hello, Lord Greema, I am the commander of this battle, Faramir."

"Ah! Lord Faramir!" Greema grinned and said, "Oh, Lord Faramir, you are so young and promising, and you are so handsome! I have heard that the second son of the Regent's family is very outstanding. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation!"

In terms of compliments, Greemanna came out at once.

Faramir said lightly: "It may be the first time you have seen me, but it is not the first time I have seen you."

"Oh?" Greema asked in confusion: "Where have we seen it?"

"In White City, you rode through White Tree Square at that time, and I was patrolling near the square."

Greema smiled awkwardly, "Oh, the military situation was urgent at that time, so I didn't notice Lord Faramir, sin, sin."

Faramir said lightly: "Actually, I have seen you twice, once in and out, and you rode through the White Tree Square twice. At the last time, you walked slowly with two big treasure chests."

Greema's face turned red, "That may be...I'm busy thinking, so I didn't notice Lord Faramir. I'm so sorry."

Faramir said lightly: "The armor I wear is not much different from that of an ordinary guard. It's nothing if you didn't recognize me. But, you haven't seen the white tree in my White Tree Square, Lord Greema, right?"
Chapter completed!