"This is my honor!" Hearing Zhang Tie say that he had already heard of his name, Miles's smile instantly brightened several degrees. He clasped Zhang Tie's outstretched hand tightly with both hands and shook it vigorously. "If you prefer, you may also call me by the Hua Clan name I gave myself. My Hua Clan name is Mai Aihua..."
Zhang Tie had heard Bai Suxian mention that diplomatic envoys stationed in Great Xia all liked to give themselves Hua Clan names. Those foreign royal nobles permanently residing in Xuanyuan Hill also liked to follow refined fashions and give themselves Hua Clan names. Among foreigners of status and standing in Xuanyuan Hill, adopting Hua Clan names had become all the rage. There was nothing strange about that, but hearing this fellow before him, who smiled like a guinea pig, give himself such an unabashed Hua Clan name, Zhang Tie nearly burst out laughing.
The Ressa Republic's plenipotentiary ambassador to Xuanyuan Hill was an interesting fellow—interesting to Zhang Tie, at least. Everyone showed a different face to different people. Perhaps before others, such as Milton, vice speaker of the Noxinghan Commercial Alliance, this interesting fellow would become as cold and hard as an iceberg, lofty and unapproachable.
"Forget it, I'd better call you Miles. I lived on the Weiyi Subcontinent, so your name isn't a problem for me. If I really called you by your Hua Clan name, I'd feel even less used to it!" Zhang Tie said casually. Seeing a beautiful attendant approaching with drinks, he waved her over and took a glass of red wine from the tray in her hands.
"After His Majesty Spartacus, the Guardian Saint of our Ressa Republic, learned of General Mu Shen's achievements at the Wei River, he contacted me and instructed me that when