A human who was about to say something closed his mouth somewhat sullenly, but couldn’t help muttering softly, "They can’t understand anyway, and besides, I’m just telling the truth..."

Another Golden Upper Tier, named Enmi, was a Dark Night Elf and a mage.

He seemed unconcerned, "It’s okay, only the strong deserve respect, though it is indeed quite backward here."

Jia Lan said emotionlessly, "I’m the captain this time, put away that damned arrogance. If you mess it up, I’ll report truthfully to Lord Noel, and you’ll die."

Enmi shrugged, "Suit yourself, the so-called diplomatic relations are just us helping this Federation. How could it go wrong? Just like that Sun Federation."

Jia Lan: "Arrogance is the original sin, you mages are always like this."

Enmi: "Mr. Noel is also a mage."

Jia Lan stopped, closed her eyes, deciding not to continue the exchange with this arrogant fellow.

After adjusting her mood, she put on a friendly smile and walked towards a Silver Level warrior.

"Hello, I am an envoy from the Star Federation, may I ask..."

She asked kindly, but hadn’t finished her sentence.

Two warriors in golden armor instantly appeared in front of their group.

The expressions of those indifferent, even contemptuous people gradually returned to normal, frowning as they looked at the two golden armored warriors. This seemed to be... an alchemy creation they couldn’t understand.

"Are you envoys from the Star Federation?"

Matt Wei looked up and down at these people and asked calmly.

"Yes, my name is Jia Lan, and this is..."

Jia Lan smiled, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Matt Wei, "Come with me, Baiyi City Lord is in seclusion. We’ll host you these days, the City Lord will have time in a week."

Jia Lan nodded, and a flying device nearby translated their words, allowing barrier-free communication in different languages: "No rush, cultivation is more important."

Jia Lan’s attitude was very humble, clearly a much stronger being than Matt Wei, yet showing no airs.

Instead, others seemed somewhat dissatisfied, feeling a bit ignored.

Even the Dark Night Elf showed anger in his eyes, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Jia Lan’s gaze.

Matt Wei glanced at that Elf, and then improved his attitude towards Jia Lan a bit, "I’m Matt Wei, Legion Commander of the Tianqi Army. Let me take you to the accommodation first."

He said this and then turned to Sai De: "Go to the finance department and get the money; let’s enjoy the perks of public funds for once."

Sai De showed some reluctance, "I want to earn points, Miss Luoning only wants you to go, never said..."

"Stop babbling, be careful or I’ll punch you."

Sai De opened his mouth but still turned around, muttering softly, "Dragon Descendants are amazing, huh, even angels aren’t as overbearing as you."

"Hmm?"

With a swoosh of a golden light disappearing, a faint smile appeared on Matt Wei’s face as he led the increasingly displeased alchemists and mages towards the Inner City District.

Matt Wei didn’t pay any attention to these people’s emotions; the Giant Dragon Bloodline brought him some arrogance, looking down on these outsiders.

Even if this was a Golden Upper Tier.

However, he wouldn’t treat these outsiders poorly since this was diplomacy; everything should be done by the book.

Jia Lan didn’t have any particular reaction to Matt Wei’s attitude. After all, having spent so long with these teammates, Matt Wei’s attitude was already quite good in her eyes.

"What are these? There seem to be quite a few of them."

Jia Lan was somewhat curious, pointing at a robot.

"Star Core F Series, creations of Baiyi City Lord, maintaining order." Matt Wei said, waving at the robot.

The robot sensed this and flew over immediately, a gentle female voice sounded, "Honorable Mr. Matt Wei, Fu 1736 is happy to serve you."

"Buy some life fruit juice for the guests, put it on my tab." Matt Wei’s voice became a bit softer.

This was, after all, a creation of Baiyi; he always had a good attitude towards objects crafted by his idol.

"Alright, please wait a moment." Fu 1736 said, and a green light emitted from its chest. Soon, more than twenty cups of juice floated in mid-air, flying to each envoy.

"Mr. Matt Wei spent a total of 230 Gold Coins, please settle the debt before midnight."

"What about mine?"

"Please wait."

As another cup of juice appeared, Fu 1736 politely repeated, "Mr. Matt Wei spent a total of 240 Gold Coins, please settle the debt before midnight."

Matt Wei took the juice, drank it in one go, looking rather content as he casually tossed the cup onto the ground.

Bang~

The glass container shattered instantly.

Fu 1736’s eyes abruptly turned crimson, a somewhat cold mechanical voice rang out, "Mr. Matt Wei damaged goods and littered, two offenses, fined 7.036 Gold Coins. With identity consideration, the fine is 7 Gold Coins."

"Put it on the tab."

Matt Wei said nonchalantly, his tail swishing in pleasure, enjoying the liberty of traveling on public funds.

"That’s about it."

Matt Wei continued to walk forward.

"@!#!￥"

A quiet mutter occurred, Jia Lan’s translator was just about to speak out when it was suddenly swept over by a wave of spiritual power, stopping the translation for their members.

Matt Wei paused slightly.

He glanced at the Silver Level envoy, "Fu 1736."

Having just finished cleaning up the trash, Fu 1736 flew over, "Mr. Matt Wei, Fu 1736 is happy to serve you."

Jia Lan’s eyes darkened, and before Matt Wei could say anything, she smiled and said, "Sir, some small misunderstandings, shall we just drop it?"