People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 983 Fiameta Seeks Revenge

Mostima sat in a dim room. The table in front of her was clean except for a form and a desk lamp.

Outside, the bustling sounds of the Liberi beauty pageant continued.

Qi Yan did not come to the room to join in the fun, choosing to stay on the stage and continue serving as a judge.

Without the restraint of Lei Miaoan, the other judges on the stage did not dare to contradict Qi Yan, and the entire beauty pageant completely turned into a contest to select a concubine for Qi Yan.

Mostima listened to Qi Yan's arrogant laughter outside and felt so jealous that she was boiling with jealousy.

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"It has come to this, and you still dare to have wild thoughts!"

Remian slapped the table and said sternly: "Now is the stage of interrogating you. The specific punishment depends on your performance!"

"Regret, in short, I regret it very much."

Mostima sat on the chair and obediently began to confess.

Fiammetta stood aside with her arms folded and her back against the wall. Seeing Mostima's appearance, she couldn't help but sneer in pleasure.

But she never dreamed that her voice would bring disaster upon herself.

Lemiaoan turned his head and pointed at the redness and swelling on his forehead, saying angrily:

"You sit over there too, I'll interrogate you too!"

Fiammetta: “…”

Looking at the wound on Remiaoan's forehead, she was silent for a moment and chose to obey, just hoping that this old lady would calm down as soon as possible.

"Name!" Lemiaoan asked.

"...Fiammetta."

"wrong."

"?"

"She is now the Twilight Watcher," Mostima chimed in.

Fiammetta was furious: "Don't call me by my code name! I'm not the Glimmerwatch!"

"Okay, not Glimmerwatch."

Remyan quickly filled in "Not the Glimmer Watcher" in the name column on the form.

"Isn't this Mostima's interrogation? Why are you bullying me again?" Fiammetta cried out loudly.

"Yes."

Remian reacted and looked back at Mostima.

As a result, Mostima took out a crumpled document from his pocket and handed it to Lemion with confidence.

"Rhodes Island cooperative operator labor contract? What does that mean?" Lemiaoan was puzzled.

"The meaning is simple. I had long expected that my trip back to Lateran would be extremely risky." Mostima smiled like a crooked-mouthed dragon king, "So I made a special trip to Rhodes Island and asked for this six-star operator contract. Now I am a member of the Rhodes Island delegation!

I, Mostima, a six-star magician operator from Rhodes Island, have diplomatic immunity within Lateran!"

Lemiaoan fell silent as he looked at the contract in front of him.

Just as the demon tails behind Mostima began to stand up proudly, Lemiaoan suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter.

Mastema:?

"Xiao Mo, are you sure you want to do these paper tricks in front of a civilian like me?"

Remian gently smoothed the wrinkles on the contract and said softly, "I have at least ten ways to eliminate the immunity you mentioned. To put it bluntly, Rhodes Island is an absolutely neutral foreign organization and will not participate in any political activities.

Rhodes Island is now attending the Summit of Nations as a witness. If we do not participate, it will naturally not involve the diplomatic power you mentioned."

"Who would believe you if you said that?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. It also doesn't matter whether Rhodes Island is really just witnessing or participating in the discussion."

Remian smiled gently, but her expression was even more Sarkaz-like than that of a Sarkaz: "The important thing is, I believe the people of Rhodes Island would be happy to see you being rewarded handsomely by Lateran."

Mastema: “…”

Facing the smiling tiger Lemion, Mostima immediately shrank:

"Good sister, I know I was wrong. Please let me go this time. If I am caught by the Pope, God knows how he will reward me."

"I've read about the outcome of your treatment. Believe me, it's all for your own good." Lemiaoan affirmed.

"Maru spicy!"

Mostima's pretty face was completely wrinkled.

Seeing her in pain, Fiammetta smiled with satisfaction.

"Lemuian, you did a great job!" Fiammetta said cheerfully, "I will leave Mostima to your supervision for the time being. I will go to Qi Yan to deal with some things next. I will try to get back before Mostima is formally tried."

"Such a hurry... Is it about Andorn?"

As a good friend, Lemiaoan understood the little bird's thoughts after a little thought.

Fiammetta did not hide anything and nodded:

"Qi Yan said that he would appear in Lateran during the World Summit. This time, I will never let him escape!"

The smile on Lemiaoan's face gradually faded.

She stared into Fiammetta's eyes and said seriously, "You really don't have to trap yourself in that day. I don't care about it anymore."

Fiammetta clenched his fists unconsciously, did not answer, and walked towards the door in silence.

Lemiaoan wanted to say something, but Mostima held his wrist across the table.

When Fiammetta walked out of the room and closed the door, Mostima said quietly:

“Just let her go, with Qi Yan here, nothing will happen.

In fact, sometimes I wonder if we are going too far. You and I, as Sakota, can empathize with Andorn's emotions, but she can't. She didn't even have time to come back."

"But none of this is her fault. She doesn't need to put the blame on herself."

"Is this your first day meeting her?" Mostima stood up and walked over to help Remian fix her hair. "That's just her personality. It's good to let Qi Yan help her vent."

"you're right……"

Remian held back Mostima's hand as it was reaching for the wheel lock safety of his wheelchair.

"This is not the first day we've known each other. Do you still want to hide your little tricks from me?" Lemiaoan turned around and sneered.

"Hey, I'm not trying to escape the Pope's reward, believe me!" Mostima quickly argued, "It's just that if I miss the scene where Qi Yan leads Fia to beat up Andoen, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

"So you're just going to abandon me?"

"Ok?"

"Take me with you. I won't be able to sleep if I miss it."

……

……

In the holy city of Lateran, on a busy commercial street.

Cecilia was holding Qi Lin's hand and waiting in line in front of a small stall.

She watched the colorful things being created by the hooded stall owner, and couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise. After smelling the aroma of the syrup, she couldn't help swallowing.

But Qi Lin beside her was not paying attention.

Staring at the display screen of the commercial building on the street, Qi Lin silently watched the live broadcast of the Libori beauty pageant, counting in her mind.

But soon, Qi Lin frowned, withdrew his gaze from the broadcast screen, and looked in another direction.

A thin Sakota man walked slowly over and interrupted Qi Lin's counting.

"Hello, Miss Qilin, nice to meet you." Andorn greeted politely.

Qi Lin said nothing, and continued to look around.

She discovered that after this man showed up, many people who had been hiding in the shadows began to move towards this side silently, as if they were sharks that had smelled blood.