Abnormal crossing

Chapter 182 Shocking Change (Part 1)

After meeting with Princess Tamia and others.

Milo and his group then turned their attention to the remaining Boscans.

These people were all seated below Princess Al, the youngest princess in the royal family, and they all sat upright with solemn expressions.

Now that almost all members of the royal family have been introduced, combined with Lynn's previous descriptions of the attendees...
The identities of the remaining seven or eight people are then obvious.

really.

Lynn coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention back to himself, and then quickly continued, "Your Excellency, in addition to the members of the royal family, many key officials from various departments of Boko III are also present at today's banquet. They are all his trusted advisors."

Lynn paused, then looked at the first of the richly dressed bald men and gestured for introduction: "This is Oleg Vladimir, the Grand Treasurer of Boska. He has been in charge of the civilization's finances for over thirty years and has corrected many of the lingering problems. Boska's treasury is now abundant, and Mr. Oleg deserves much credit for this."

As soon as Lynn finished speaking...

The bald man, Oleg Vladimir, slowly rose, placed his right hand on the silver-embroidered scales emblem on his lapel, and gave a standard salute to Jokovin: "Greetings, Your Excellency the Governor."

The etiquette throughout the entire process was impeccable, except that the reflection on this guy's forehead was a bit dazzling.
Qiao Kewen also politely returned the gesture.

Lynn then introduced several key figures from Persia, such as Defense Minister Petro, Justice Chief Livna, and Agriculture Minister Mikhail, among others.
Pietro was a rather burly man in military uniform with a full beard, and his name naturally reminded Gu Wei of the Great Mao before he transmigrated.

Livna, on the other hand, was an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair, styled in a traditional high bun, adorned with bronze hairpins symbolizing judicial authority, and wearing silk gloves, giving the impression of being somewhat obsessive about cleanliness.

Giokoven's attitude towards Pietro and Livna was very formulaic, but he became much more enthusiastic or lively when he met the elderly Minister of Agriculture, Mikhail. After Boska and Molde formed an alliance, this Minister of Agriculture had made a special trip to Molde to develop a transformation plan for Molde, which had already diverted most of its phosphate mines.

That plan was of great help to Molde, and therefore Jokowi has long held this favor in high regard.

After waiting for Jokowijn and Mikhail to finish their conversation.

Lynn then pointed to a woman next to Mikhail: "Your Excellency, this is Ms. Samantha Sek, the head of the Heraldry of the Bosca."

Samantha Yasek?

Hear the name.

A glint flashed in Joe Cowen's eyes as he quickly glanced at the equally aged woman beside Hayel: "Ms. Samantha, it's an honor to meet you. It's a great pity that I couldn't meet you at Adele's wedding."

“Your Excellency is too kind,” Samantha Ya Seq slowly stood up. “I was unwell at the time and was unable to attend the banquet, which Your Excellency did not have to worry about.”

Samantha Yasek, whose actual age is over 100, has skin like parchment weathered by time, covered with fine wrinkles. Her once dazzling golden hair no longer has the luster it had at Boko III's coronation, and it is simply draped over her shoulders.

His eyebrows were snow-white but still maintained a sharp curve, like two faded blades; his gray-green eyes were deep-set, but the pupils were not cloudy.

He was also wearing a deep red robe.
Although Samantha Seik's figure was inevitably somewhat hunched due to her age, she still exuded an undeniable air of authority and appeared quite powerful.

Think about it too.

Samantha Sek is in charge of the Heraldry, an institution that involves members of the royal family and must be principled and tough. Its head cannot be a pushover who likes to compromise.

As for the fact that Samantha Sek and Jokowen had never met, Gu Wei had heard Jokowen mention it before:
The marriage between Adele and Boko III actually faced considerable resistance within the Boscan civilization. After all, not everyone was willing to see such an outsider rashly enter the highest levels of the Boscan society, especially since Adele was associated with a figure like Jokowen.

Although Qiao Kewen was just a freshman at the time, the university he was admitted to was an extremely prestigious institution for the Maze Belt civilization, and no one could predict how high Qiao Kewen would reach in the future.

Furthermore, since Adele was only a princess and not of royal blood, Samantha Yasek, the head of the Heraldry, did not attend the wedding due to pressure from various parties, so as not to give away too many signals.

Of course.

No matter how complicated the inside story was, it's all in the past.

Now, fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Samantha Sek is getting old, and Adele only has Ophelia as her only descendant. Since they are not involved in the struggle for the crown prince, neither side needs to consider things as much as they did before.

However, considering that this was a state banquet, Samantha Yasek did not talk to Jokowen for too long. After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, she sat back down.

The power of discourse thus returned to Lynn's hands, and the Boska steward continued his introduction:

"This is General Victor, head of the Bosnian military intelligence agency. This is Maxim, the youngest Minister of Commerce. And this is..."

Lynn quickly introduced the last few guests to the banquet, and Joe Cowen greeted them one by one as well—for a seasoned veteran like him who had been in the Star Sea for many years, dealing with such occasions where he had to speak to people in a natural way was quite easy.

And the other side.

Milo exchanged a glance with Jin without making a sound.

The ministers Lynn introduced all belonged to the core of the Persian civilization, but one crucial person was missing:
Walker Ramsey's successor and the current director of the Bosca Institute of Monarchy.

To know.

In the Persian civilization, the Royal Institute was not merely a public institution like the Chinese Academy of Sciences on Earth.

It is a research institution that serves the royal family entirely, with its core mission being to extend the lifespan of royal members. Its functions and authority surpass those of almost all ordinary departments.

Therefore, the successive directors of the Institute of Royal Power must have been confidants of the monarch, and their positions within the decision-making level were also incredibly high, almost like the executive vice emperor who could act expediently, like Di Renjie.

In this situation.

How could the director of the Royal Power Research Institute be absent from such an important banquet today?

This is clearly not right.

And the other side.

Instead of exchanging glances with Jin and Milo, Qiao Kewen went straight to the point and asked, "Lin En, the head of the Internal Affairs Department and the director of the Royal Power Research Institute, is not present today?"

“You’re asking about Sir Negan?” Upon hearing Joe Cowen’s question, Lynn glanced at him and said with a very calm smile, “Sir Negan is currently leading a very important scientific research project, which is at a critical juncture. Therefore, he is temporarily unable to attend. Please forgive him, Governor.”

"Oh"

Qiao Kewen drawled out an "oh": "Then the mission is indeed important, I understand, I understand."

Seeing this, Lynn bowed to him and silently stepped aside—although he was the royal steward, he couldn't sit and eat and drink like the others on such occasions.

After Lynn retreated to a corner, Boko III, seated at the head of the table, surveyed the room and said in a low but clear voice, "Now that our distinguished guest has arrived, the banquet should begin. Master of Ceremonies, let the banquet commence."

Boko III had barely finished speaking.

From another direction, a long line of waiters emerged.

The waiters numbered in the dozens, both men and women, and were not arranged in any particular order. They wore uniform dark green uniforms with gold-threaded vine patterns embroidered on their lapels. Each person carried a plate in one hand, filled with various foods that Gu Wei had seen before and those he had never seen before.

Yes, it's another performance entirely by human hands, as always in the style of the Persian card.

However, although the way the food was served was still primitive, there must have been some kind of equipment to help these plates and people's hands, otherwise it would be difficult to lift those dishes with one hand. Gu Wei glanced at them briefly and saw that there were several heavy dishes on the plates.

For example, a pot that resembles a clay pot with a thick marble slab underneath, or a complete cooking method that resembles roast suckling pig.

Adding to the fact that the plate itself is obviously not light, Gu Wei estimated that this thing might weigh at least fifty or sixty pounds.

A bag of Fulimen rice on Earth weighs about 20 kilograms. Even if you stack two or three bags together, it would still be difficult to hold in one hand. Even weightlifters would probably find it strenuous.

Of course.

More than the quality of the food on the plates, Gu Wei was more concerned about the leader of the waiter's team:

She was a middle-aged woman around forty years old, with an average appearance, but her clothes and demeanor were clearly a cut above the other waiters.

Combining Boko III's last words
She must be the new chief attendant of the Boska royal family.

I wonder if this woman is nervous, considering her ex-boyfriend was stabbed to death by Boko III during another meal.
Then, under Gu Wei's gaze.

The long line of waiters arrived at the group's seats.

As if they had rehearsed countless times beforehand, the group dispersed instantly after taking their positions, with each waiter carrying a tray to a guest and placing the food on their respective small table.

Boko III's meals were prepared by the chief squire himself. She carefully placed the plate in front of Boko III and then arranged the dishes on the table one by one.

Throughout the entire process, Boko III simply sat quietly in his seat, and nothing unexpected happened.

After the chief attendant withdrew.

Gu Wei let out a sigh of relief, his mind in turmoil—he hoped to see some changes, but he also didn't want the new attendant to follow in his predecessor's footsteps.

After all, he wasn't that cold-blooded.

Gu Wei then turned his gaze away from Boko III and looked at the table.

I only see this moment.

More than 70% of the tabletop was covered with food. Gu Wei didn't recognize most of the ingredients, but he could tell that most of them were soups or similar thick dishes. Due to the influence of the labyrinth belt, the home planet of Boska was quite far from the main sequence star. Although the temperature of the entire planet was not as extreme as minus 100 degrees Celsius, it was always around -30 or -40 degrees Celsius.

In this situation.

Liquid cooking has thus become the mainstream of civilized dining:

Liquid food can transfer heat more quickly, rapidly warming internal organs in extremely low temperatures. At the same time, liquid food can better maintain its heat. Leftovers can be placed in the air, which acts as a natural freezer. When needed, they can be reheated and thawed for consumption.

Therefore, for a long time, the cuisine of the Persian civilization has been related to liquids.

Gu Wei's gaze then quickly swept over the dishes, settling on...
On a tablecloth.

The tablecloth, about the size of two handkerchiefs, was square and placed under a plate, with some patterns and symbols faintly visible on the edges.

Gu Wei was actually quite familiar with it.

Ophelia had brought a similar tablecloth to Mold, which almost transmitted the source of the information contamination to Speaker Gray—except that the tablecloth came from Adele and was slightly different from the one in front of Gu Wei.

Unexpectedly, I saw this 'culprit' again on this occasion.

And the other side.

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Seeing that all the dishes had been served, Boko III picked up a glass of wine made from Bosca from the table and stood up from his throne: "Gentlemen, I was unwell the other day, and the welcoming banquet prepared for Governor Jokovin was forced to be postponed until today. This is my fault, and I cannot deny it."

"Although this banquet is a little late, it has finally been held. Gentlemen, let us raise a glass to welcome Governor George and his companions who have come from afar!"

Swah——

Boko III had barely finished speaking.

Everyone present, including Giovanni, stood up from their seats. Giovanni even raised his glass to Boko III, saying, "Your Majesty is too kind. It is my greatest honor to be treated to such a lavish feast."

Jokowi paused, then raised his glass even higher: "Wishing Your Majesty good health, a toast to Your Majesty, a toast to Boska!"

Boko III chuckled twice: "Homage to Boska, homage to Mold—"

Done.

Boko III then raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Qiao Kewen and the others also raised their glasses and drank the wine in their glasses.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became lively.

After everyone was seated, Boko III picked up a fork, took a bite of a dish, and casually asked Jokowi:

"Your Excellency, how have you been settling in with your residence in Persica these past few days?"

Note:
My heart has been uncomfortable for three days, it feels like a cramp. I'm going to get it checked out, but my 24-hour Holter monitor test at the end of March didn't show any other problems. Theoretically, my heart shouldn't have changed much in forty days.

However, it's true that fewer updates are affecting everyone's reading experience, so here's some compensation: at 8 PM on the 13th, I'll be giving away three USTC thermos cups in the reader group. Since this is compensation for regular readers, I won't be releasing a separate chapter. You can join the group first.

(End of this chapter)