Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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The Aga Kaga wanted peace—a with in the usual way—assuming any action is necessary." "I had a sharp attack of writer's cramp, Mr. Secretary," Retief said. "So I thought I'd better come along in person—just to be sure I was Corps, and not to take matters into their own hands." his chair. "What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?" it embodies certain realities of Galactic politics. The Corps must The Corps didn't like the idea. They wanted to see an undisputed "I want a firm assurance of Corps support to take back to Flamme," diplomatic triple-speak. They just want to hold onto the homes they've made out of a wasteland." forward, wattles quivering. "Corps policy with regard to Flamme Corps backing, we're going to have a nice hot little shooting war on to the extent of a Note "A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme." "Out of the question. A stiffly worded Protest Note is the best I can do. That's final." with deep concern an act of open aggression, or merely point out an apparent violation of technicalities...." "Don't bother," Retief said. "I have a draft all ready to go." "But how—?" "A Note," Georges said, waving his cigar. "What the purple polluted hell is a Note supposed to do? I've got Aga Kagan claim-jumpers camped call that a first-class atrocity." "Retief, on your say-so, I've kept my boys on a short leash. They've with something from Corps HQ. When I tell 'em all we've got is a piece of paper, that'll be the end. There's a strong vigilante organization I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world." "Slow down, I haven't finished yet. There's still the Note." even been delivered yet. Who knows? We may get surprising results." "If you expect me to supply a runner for the purpose, you're out of mission. It wouldn't do to come to the conference table smelling of goats." "Let me at 'em!" Georges roared. "I'll throttle 'em with my bare hands!" with the rest." "I'll murder 'em!" trio of Aga Kagan cavaliers. never grow less." The leader of the three, a hawk-faced man with a heavy beard, unlimbered his rifle. He fingered it, frowning ferociously. "Have no fear," Retief said, smiling graciously. "He who comes as a guest enjoys perfect safety." A smooth-faced member of the threesome barked an oath and leveled his rifle at Retief. asked for escort. A slave must be beaten with a stick for a free man, a hint is enough." "You mock me, pale one. I warn you—" "Now I think we'd better be getting on," he said briskly. "I've enjoyed our chat, but we do have business to attend to." The bearded leader laughed shortly. "Does the condemned man beg for the Move on! And make no attempt to escape, else my gun will speak you a brief farewell." "That was close," he said. "I was about out of proverbs." "You sound as though you'd brought off a coup," Georges said. "From the he saying?" "Just a routine exchange of bluffs," Retief said. "Now when we get there, remember to make your flattery sound like insults and your insults sound like flattery, and you'll be all right." his mouth. He wiped his fingers negligently on a wisp of silk offered by a handmaiden, belched loudly and looked the callers over. the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West." "Sorry," Retief said firmly. "My hay-fever, you know." The reclining giant waved a hand languidly. "Never mind the formalities," he said. "Approach." them. The reclining man sneezed violently, wiped his nose on another silken scarf and held up a hand. "Night and the horses and the desert know me," he said in resonant tones. "Also the sword and the guest and paper and pen—" He paused, wrinkled his nose and sneezed again. "Turn off that damned air-conditioner," he snapped. "Planetary government?" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. "My "Ralph told me you talk like a page out of Mustapha ben Abdallah Katib Jelebi," the Aga Kaga said. "I know a few old sayings myself. For settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence. "We have come to bear tidings from the Corps Diplomatique "Modest ignorance is better than boastful knowledge," the Aga Kaga "Very well, I concede the point." The Aga Kaga waved a hand at the "Now," the Aga Kaga said. "Let's drop the wisdom of the ages and get down to the issues. Not that I don't admire your repertoire of platitudes. How do you remember them all?" "Diplomats and other liars require good memories," said Retief. "But as you point out, small wisdom to small minds. I'm here to effect a "Go ahead." The Aga Kaga kicked a couple of cushions onto the floor, Excellency, the Aga Kaga of the Aga Kaga, Primary Potentate, Hereditary "Come to the point," the Aga Kaga cut in. "You're here to lodge a are paid for. Cheers." "Your Excellency has a lucid way of putting things," Retief said. "Call me Stanley," the Aga Kaga said. "The other routine is just to please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members of my government. They're still gnawing their beards and kicking The Aga Kaga guffawed. "For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have support." "Also," Georges said distinctly, "I think you're soft. You lie around letting women wait on you, while your betters are out doing an honest day's work." The Aga Kaga looked startled. "Soft? I can tie a knot in an iron bar as big as your thumb." He popped a grape into his mouth. "As for the rest, your pious views about the virtues of hard labor are as childish as my advisors' faith in the advantages of primitive plumbing. As for myself, I am a realist. If two monkeys want the same banana, in the end one will have it, and the other will cry morality. The days of my years the damnedest piece of bare-faced aggression—" "Ah, ah!" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. "Watch your vocabulary, my "Call me Stanley." The Aga Kaga munched a grape. "I merely face the and slammed the glass down. "You won't take this world without a struggle!" fait accompli . You, my dear sir, are declarations have a legendary quality. It's traditional that they're never taken at face value." of ashes of self-accusation on your own confused heads, to withdraw, leaving the spoils for local political opportunists and mob leaders, clothed in the mystical virtue of native birth. Have a banana." "You're stretching your analogy a little too far," Retief said. "You're banking on the inaction of the Corps. You could be wrong." "I shall know when to stop," the Aga Kaga said. The Aga Kaga nodded thoughtfully. "What are you getting at?" "Isn't it the custom?" the Aga Kaga smiled complacently. "I have news for you, Stanley. In this instance, neck-wringing seems more in order than hand-wringing." The Aga Kaga frowned. "Your manner—"

<question>:
What is the style of the Corps' note to the Aga Kaga?

<options>:
A Direct
B Bellicose
C Informal
D Verbose

<answer>:

D