"I cannot represent all the nations by myself, nor do I wish to represent them, so it's better to let someone else serve as the primary envoy." Malin turned his head, glanced at Mr. Meng, and smiled slightly.
To be honest, Malin's desire to go to Thainan this time was more about fulfilling a nostalgic dream of his homeland. Even though so much time had passed and his homeland might now be nothing but a forgotten memory beneath the sea, he still wanted to see it for himself.
Mr. Meng chuckled: "Your Grace, are you shirking your responsibilities?"
"Really, Mr. Meng, I'm the type who likes a little more freedom." Malin's expression was serious as he said this.
"For someone who claims to like freedom, the things you've done seem anything but free." Mr. Meng said this with a face he could barely keep straight before bursting into laughter, his expression as exaggerated as a pig's head blooming in boiling water.
