It was more or less what Integra had guessed.
Before long, the Queen's side announced that she would personally convene a Round Table conference.
Unlike previous Round Table conferences, this time even the Vatican Church had sent an envoy to participate, discussing how to deal with Millennium.
"Remember, this conference is being convened by the Queen."
On the way to the Round Table conference, Integra repeatedly emphasized this point to Fang Mo. "I know you enjoy causing trouble, but please, at least restrain yourself a little in front of Her Majesty. She's getting on in years and can't withstand your antics..."
"What kind of thing is that to say?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes. "I'm not Soldier Boy. Why would I mess with your Queen?"
"And what the hell is Soldier Boy?"
Integra shot back.
"Him? He's the eighteenth-level president of the Baidu Tieba American branch's old-lady-fetish forum..." Fang Mo had only gotten halfway through when Integra, suddenly realizing something was wrong, hurriedly cut him off. "All right, stop. I don't want to know any of this. I only hope you'll act like a normal person when the time comes."
"Don't worry. I still respect the Queen."
Fang Mo smiled. "After all, she can practically be considered half a long-lived species, and she's a ruthless figure who made it to the finals of Earth's modern Succession Cup..."
"Long-lived species? What are you talking about?"
Integra said with a headache. "Her Majesty is an ordinary human being."
"That's exactly what I admire most about her." Fang Mo nodded cheerfully. "Using a mortal body to suppress the Crown Prince for nearly six decades—what determination, what perseverance... I didn't even live as long as she did in my previous life. By the way, when is your Queen's birthday? How about I give her