After confirming the situation in the conference room, Shade gently pushed open the door. A strong, resolute male voice immediately reached him, protesting the harsh terms of Article Five concerning weapon types.
Without making eye contact with anyone, Shade walked in and gently closed the door behind him. He then bent slightly as he made his way to the wall on Delarion's side, took an empty chair, and nodded to the person beside him who looked over at him.
"Have they finished discussing the export controls on the MacMannon New Steam Cannon?"
This was one of the key points of today's negotiations. Other than the core members of the negotiating delegations and relevant personnel from Yodel Palace, no one knew about it.
Though the middle-aged gentleman beside Shade did not recognize him, he still lowered his voice to answer, "Not very smoothly. I don't think there'll be any result today. They simply can't reach an agreement on the caliber restrictions for the Steam Cannons. And you are?"
Shade flashed his Military Intelligence Section Six identification, then made a silencing gesture. The man nodded in sudden understanding. Though Shade had no idea what exactly he had understood, that was precisely the effect Shade wanted.
Thus, Shade sat there from ten-thirty until eleven-thirty. During that time, he even got up to open the conference room door for servants who knocked, allowing them in to pour tea and replace the water. When everyone collectively protested against the Kasonlik side, he booed along with the rest. And after Earl Simms of Delarion delivered a brilliant rebuttal, he applauded enthusiastically with those around him.
Those seated around the table were negotiation representatives, while those by the walls were secretaries and advisers. Thus, no one suspected Shade's identity. When the morning session temporarily ended at eleven-thirty