Liszt wasn't here to ask for a favor, so there was no reason to lower his stance.
But considering his actions were essentially usurping the throne, he couldn't be too arrogant, aiming to establish the enterprise SLOGAN for East Sea Zhongyi Hall.
In short, he needed to have the image of a victim.
Noticing that there was no tea on the conference table, Liszt got a sense of the situation.
"The front lines are not tight at the moment, General, why are you wearing heavy armor indoors? The situation isn't urgent enough to require immediate reinforcements. It's a bit intimidating, making me nervous."
Liszt sat down casually, wearing a mournful expression as if he were wronged.
It wasn't that he hadn't met Uborio before.
This person had the typical Mulong appearance: tall frame, scruffy beard. Liszt was a man of the world, and the armor this man wore was not cheap, constructed with magic patterns as well.
