Wiping the sweat off his neck with a handkerchief, Gigano, the Thousand River Valley trade representative, led Sleda once again into the spacious, cool negotiation room.
The ice blocks pre-frozen by the Wizards emitted a biting chill, but they still couldn't dispel the agitation in Sleda's heart.
Seeing Mitney smiling while making coffee in front of the blackwood negotiation table only added fuel to Sleda's anger.
Since he arrived at Solaburg in late April, two weeks had already passed by, now it was already early May, yet the ceasefire agreement between the two sides had still not been signed.
It wasn't that Sleda wasn't trying, but the demands from the Holy Axis side were too harsh.
"Oh, Mr. Gigano, Lord Sleda." Mitney put down the copper coffee pot in his hand, displaying his signature smile, "Such hot weather, it must be hard for the two of you to come here, how about a cup of our Black Snake Bay specialty, Blueberry Coffee, to refresh yourselves?"
