The Marquis, looking like a dried-up old man, walks shakily, his breath restrained to the extreme. Anyone seeing him for the first time would never think that he is actually a Great Demon.
Standing in the middle of the podium, the Marquis squinted his eyes and scanned the crowd below, his gaze profound, hiding his true thoughts.
After pondering for a moment, the Marquis spoke.
"Now then, today I'll talk about a few things, first about the development of East Mushroom Valley, what can we say, it's just... "
The moment he started speaking, it was the old-style nonsensical literature.
Many of the elders from Crown Prince City in the venue were already accustomed to it. Those with earplugs wore earplugs, those chatting continued chatting, those cracking melon seeds continued cracking melon seeds, and those with some serious matters on their minds picked up the meeting minutes left by the ceremonial lady on the table in front of them.
