Preparing words and tactics for every possible situation before each diplomatic engagement was of utmost importance. That was also one reason diplomats could always speak with such poise, saying things that made people feel, "After hearing your words, I feel as though I've heard words."
If an unexpected diplomatic incident arose, preparation was still necessary. At the very least, they had to decide what attitude they wanted to convey, then let the speaker improvise based on that decided stance.
But now, the four representatives were standing at the gate. If they really voted, what if it ended up in an endless two-against-two tie?
Were they supposed to leave the twenty thousand people outside hanging around for ten days or half a month until they had finished discussing things?
From afar, the Lord of Gengxin City watched the four figures before him, each one someone he absolutely could not afford to offend. He wanted to sigh, but did not even dare breathe too loudly. He could only pray inwardly that they would make up their minds soon.
However, reality was even worse than the city lord imagined, because not a single one of these four had seriously studied politics!
Mo Teng was the oldest, but because he had lived for so long on an island without contact with other humans, and had become an elder directly after returning to Douluo Continent, while Mo Lin had never asked this grandfather of his to handle affairs, Mo Teng knew the least about politics among the four—almost nothing.
As a Dragon Son, Qiuniu might have read some books out of interest and thus learned a little about politics. His scholarly air was not merely for show either, but he was currently only at the stage of armchair strategy. If he offered an opinion, he