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Chapter 2135 Top-Tier Good Cop Role

The next day, Blazer arrived at the conference room on time after showing Lottie and Hervy around all night. Although they hadn't slept all night, Lottie and Hervy were both excited by the splendor of the Giant's House.

The entire Giant's House is like a treasure chest of civilization; one feels immensely honored to have anything from one's own civilization placed inside.

Somewhat disappointingly, or perhaps dishearteningly, there was nothing related to orcs in the giant's house.

There may be grain grown by orcs, but there won't be any sign saying it was grown by orcs. There are popular shops run by orcs, but those are all orcs who are strangers in this land, and the shops themselves are a fascinating example of the culture of these strangers.

It's like how orcs are always beasts.

They may be very confident in their own culture and disdain being placed in this huge treasure chest of civilization, indulging in self-admiration, but they know that this is self-deception.

Civilization, indeed, thrives on a lively atmosphere and interaction with other civilizations.

Herbie was originally supposed to be a guide, giving a proper introduction to the various areas of the Giants' House. Although Blaze participated in the entire construction process, the world was developing very quickly, and in a short while, the entire Giants' House underwent tremendous changes. However, after a certain notification sound, Herbie slunk away.

That was the alarm clock Jasmine had prepared for Herbie's bedtime; it was time for Herbie to go to bed.

It is said that Herbie is so small and looks like she hasn't developed yet because she only slept three hours a day during her growth spurt and worked day and night, which affected her physical development.

Jasmine has specially developed a formula to naturally restore Herbie's developmental stage without affecting normal physical abilities, and the most important part of this is to ensure sufficient sleep.

It's worth mentioning that the chicken disappears every night to keep Herbie company while he sleeps. Herbie is quite a restless creature; even with his eyes closed, he won't sleep peacefully but will continue working in his mind. However, Herbie falls asleep instantly as soon as he lies down on the chicken.

Although Herbie often complained about losing several hours of work time, the increasing vitality in her mind and body each day made it impossible for her to hide the smile on her face.

Upon arriving at the committee's private building housing the championship trophy, Herwi shook her head, indicating that her awkward hyena orc identity would only give others ammunition for gossip, so she wouldn't go inside.

After sensing the determination in Helvie's words, Blaze stopped insisting and went to the door of the conference room with Lottie, the temporary orc representative.

Herbie was already waiting at the door, her eyes sparkling from plenty of sleep and good quality sleep, her raised eyebrows revealing an eagerness, like a little lion ready to fight.

"You know the next steps, right?"

Blazer nodded, pointed to Herbie, and then to himself.

"In the words of strangers, you play the bad cop, the villain, while I play the good cop, the hero."

"That's right, that's right, but I don't think it's difficult. I'm just reminding you out of habit."

Herbie didn't think it was difficult for Blaise to play the good cop; anyone would think he was a good person. As for her, she could be either good or bad.

"Let's go."

Blazer took a deep breath, pushed open the conference room door, and walked in. The representatives of the small and medium-sized kingdoms were already sitting upright, waiting for the last two members of the committee.

As soon as he pushed open the door, everyone looked over, but Blazer wasn't shy at all. He smiled and raised his hand to greet them.

"Good morning, everyone. You all look great. Looks like you slept really well last night. Excellent quality! I was more energetic at night than during the day, so I just wandered around aimlessly." Blazer smiled brightly, but a chill crept into the room from the doorway, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

At first glance, Blazer seemed to be chatting enthusiastically and complaining about himself, but when you put the two sentences together and consider the current situation, he looked like a twisted smiling tiger, casually threatening people as if it were just a casual conversation.

Good sleep quality is equivalent to being dead, and being more energetic at night than during the day is practically an assassination plot, isn't it?

"Oh, your heartbeats are still a bit loud. Don't be nervous. Haven't you all followed the law every step of the way? Since you've all acted so openly, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Let's sit down at this table and have a good chat."

An agent instinctively tried to stand up, but Robert Kreve swiftly stopped him.

Aldridge stood up, bent over, and laughed as he continued Blazer's words.

"Thank you, thank you for your concern. We'll get some rest so we can have an open and honest talk with you the next day."

"That's good, have a seat." Blazer nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he had made a good start by playing the good cop, and then turned to look at Herbie.

Now it's Herbie's turn to play the bad cop.

Herbie slapped her forehead. She had initially thought Blazer's words were nothing special, even wondering if Blazer was being too lenient with these people. But seeing their reactions, she realized that Blazer had taken it upon herself to analyze the subtext.

She realized a problem: Hermes's Hat had a prestigious reputation that had stood the test of time and various events, while Blaze and Asgard, which Blaze represented, had recently launched a lightning-fast attack on the dwarven kingdom. By all accounts, they were sure to solve problems with violence.

Now she's stuck playing the bad cop.

Blaze, completely unaware that he was already a master of playing the bad cop, was greeting everyone in a friendly manner and showing his enthusiasm, while everyone who faced Blaze broke out in a cold sweat.

Finally, Blazer sat down in his seat and, in a good mood because he had finished playing the good cop, greeted the person sitting in the seat of the Holy Cross representative.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course, it's because it concerns whether the Crusade will set out." Anderson greeted Blazer with a relaxed smile.

After taking his seat at the head of the table, Blazer placed his hands on the table, his profile radiant with the sunlight streaming in.

"Then let's begin our negotiations."

……

dong dong——

The knocking at the door made the Holy Cross representative, who was praying, frown slightly. He put down the cross in his hand and walked to the door, his hand reaching for the longsword hanging on the wall.

He smelled the stench of a hateful, beastly creature.

But his hand eventually landed on the doorknob, and he opened the door. Hervy, dressed in a black suit, was standing in the doorway.

(End of this chapter)