Law of the Devil
Chapter 282 [Hospitality] (Moon Ticket ~)
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The second one today.
Chapter 261 [Hospitality]
The news that the grassland mission had arrived in Lulan City had been spread out. These days the Lancheng building quickly became lively. Street alleyways, taverns, drivers walking away, everybody talking about it.
Talking about it is nothing more than speculation about the outcome of this negotiation.
The north-western province of Tessa is close to the grasslands, and leaving is the worst place to suffer from the grasslands, where there is great popularity and deep hatred for the grasslands. In the chaos at the end of the street alley, the main battle rhetoric prevailed. And as Dewey became more dignified and popular in Dessarong province, everyone was convinced. I just think that the Duchess, though young, is worthy of the wise and divine martial arts, plus his mysterious and legendary magician identity. It adds to the confidence of the folk, just to think that even if the evil prairie called, led by this magical duke, he would surely be able to beat the evil prairie to the ground.
However, some business groups prefer peace talks. After all, businessmen advocate and angry wealth. And on the grasslands, there are cows and goats and horses, all scarce goods inside the continent, and some fabric satin, and household goods in the continent, can sell a good price on the grasslands. It's a huge financial resource.
If there is a war, then this path is broken. So the businessmen who come and go are also particularly concerned about the news. Even outside the Duchess, there are several large business groups waiting every day to see if the Duchess has any new announcements.
Outside, there was public opinion. Dewey sat quietly in the Duke's Palace, waiting for the prairie mission to arrive. In his leisure time, he looked through the minutes of the previous negotiations brought by Billia, and only watched the quarrel.
At last, on that day, the prairie mission arrived from the Emperor, “under the protection” of a thousand Royal Guard, and the mission itself was fully populated.
Headed by a guy named Hammayeh. This Hamuyedouwe, who already knows his identity, is forty years old and noble in the grasslands, and is now the uncle of the King of the Grasslands clan on the grasslands. In other words, he is the uncle of the Prairie King, a prince.
While most of the minutes were boring saliva, the information on this Hammayeh was also detailed. Intelligence on the record shows that this guy not only has Uncle Wang, but he also has a small tribe in his hands. We also have business dealings with several companies in the Empire. Among the savages regarded as barbarians, many of the empire's nobles rated this Hammayeh highly, considering him quite civilized.
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Hammayeh himself was very depressed. His diplomats in Didu and the Roland Empire sprayed a dozen days of drooling without any progress. It was pushed again to North-West Desa province.
Most importantly, Hammayeh is a rare long-sleeved dancer in the savage race of grasslands. On the prairie, strong, but not an excellent samurai himself, he inherited a tribe purely by virtue of his descent, and then over the course of decades, he stood dead next to his own nephew, dying by virtue of his acute observation, and by virtue of his head, almost entrenched the position of the first thinker among the royal family members. To be able to do this in a barbarian race, I have to say, he's still a little brilliant.
However, this negotiation in Diduri has held Hammayeh to bitterness. While he had a sip of water battle with the imperial officials, he hid up and down, and sold many years of operating dark lines, hoping to find out only a little bit about Prince Chen's wind. He knew that the Roland Empire was now headed not by Augustine VI, but by the new Regent.
Negotiating such a thing can be a first step if you know a little bit about the top leaders of the other side and discover the attitude of the other side.
However, to the disappointment of Hammayeh, the young Regent seemed to have a hard time dealing with it, spending a lot of money on his own down the hill, but had no news at all. It seems that the Regent has no idea what attitude, no one else knows. And now, the news has come that the Regent has handed over such a big thing to the Duke of Tulip in the northwest...
What kind of attitude is that?
Roland wants to fight? What is it...
Even more helpless is that this tulip duke, though younger than Prince Chen, is not a good guy to deal with! Because...
Politicians and officials alike. Hamouye has studied the Roland culture for many years and is well aware of Roland's bureaucratic customs. Always find each other's weaknesses. But the Duke of Tulip made it a little difficult for him.
The other side is young... young people are mostly bloodthirsty, maybe a main warrior?
But the other side is not a bureaucrat, but a magician! The magician has a strange personality. Everyone knows that! Magicians have no principled national position. Doing things with a flash of preference is even more unpredictable.
But political opponents can always find signs of weakness, greed, pornography, good name or power, or boldness, or cowardice, or steadiness and caution...
But these days, while on the road, Hammayeh had carefully looked at the information he had gathered about the Duke of Tulip and came up with a result that left him helpless: the tiger bit the tortoise and had nowhere to go!
Greedy? Magicians are rich and transcendent and do not value wealth.
Female? The Little Duke is only fifteen years old... and he is said to have refused to marry even the Marquise of Lister, the first beautiful woman in the Roland Empire aristocracy.
Like fame? This little duke is already very famous.
He's already a duke!
From what he's done in the northwest, he's a daring guy.
Coward? Seems a little cowardly, too. He sent peace to the Northwest Army, and heard that he had also recently shown weakness to Bohan...
Prudent? Kind of cautious, at least from the other party's administrative guidelines, not blindly expanding the army, maintaining a province with more than 20,000 troops, knowing the progressive logic... at this age of juveniles, it is not easy.
Reckless enough! He broke into the camp single-handedly and ran into the old nest of the Northwest Army... which is clearly risking his own safety.
Finally, Hammayeh came to the conclusion that he wanted to go crazy:
The opponent of this negotiation, the Duke of Tulip, is a magician who does not greed wealth, dishonesty and bad name, and at the same time causes Ha to die a bold and cowardly, cautious and reckless guy...
This... this is a fucking conclusion!
I'm afraid the only chip that can be used as a reference is: after all, this military friction took place in Texas Province, where the Duke of Tulip is the main “party”!
Then he may lead the battle out of anger… and may be cowardly out of closest proximity to the prairie soldiers.
... Still no clue!
With this slight uneasiness, he finally arrived in Lulang City, Desa 'a province.
After the previous fighting, Hammuyeh was instructed to take the mission to the Roland Empire Capital, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they travelled quietly and did not pass through the city of Lulan, but bypassed it. And this time in Lulan City, the first reaction to Hammayeh was:
Northwest also has such a castle?!
The new city was built three months before the rumors, although it was also built in public. But after all, there is no television news in the world, and most people just listen. The news is amazing, but it leaves people half-truthed.
The sight of this great city today is also a sentiment in Hammayeh's heart: is it true that such a city was built in three months?
Hmm... I'm afraid it's not necessarily three months. The Rolands have always been cunning, so there is no such thing as falsehood.
The convoy entered the city with the protection of soldiers and the Duke of Tulip ordered martial law, but in the carriage, Hammayeh could feel invisibly that most of the eyes cast by those in the distance were hostile.
Well... that's the attitude of all the people under my command, so I'm afraid so too.
Hammayeh doesn't care about the attitude of these civilians, and he figured, when he sees this young duke in a moment, should his attitude be appropriately tough? Or does the appropriate watch show a little friendliness...
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The convoy finally arrived in front of the Duke's Palace, the carriage was parked in front of the suspension bridge, and then martial law soldiers stood on both sides of the street, and the whole street was sealed off.
With the help of two young prairie guards beside him, Hammuyeh walked off the carriage, looked up at the castle in front of him, and then saw the Roland officials greeting him in front of him.
Dardanelle, wearing the Imperial City Guard uniform, greeted herself, introduced herself, then smiled slightly: "Your Emissary, please come with me. ”
Hammayeh was somewhat dissatisfied. As a prince on the meadow of your own church, even if the Duke of Tulip is not greeting you, send a deputy envoy. but only came to the city guard in another district... did you deliberately give yourself a horseway?
As Dardanelle walked into the castle, Hammayeh was taken into a lavish conference room. Before he entered the door, he took a deep breath, and some of his heart hid in anticipation of meeting with this opponent. Unfortunately, he pushed the door in to take a look and was disappointed!
A fat man sat in the door, looked at Hammayeh pushing the door in, stood up quickly, grinned his big mouth hahahaha, but it was very cool, then walked in, no matter what the condom, gave Hammayeh a warm hug as a prairie man.
“It's an honor to have an old friend! Unfortunately, this is not a meadow, otherwise there must be good horse milk and wine for the guests! ”
Hammayeh was somewhat confused by the other side. After a step back, he carefully weighed the other side's eyes before coming to realize that he had a reluctant smile on his face, masking the strangeness of his heart: “Oh... it turns out it was General Lombardon! Haven't seen you in years, you're still so strong! I heard you joined the Tulip family last year, when you were good friends on the prairie. By the way, we don't fight, we don't know each other! ”
Lombardon laughed like a reckless man, hugely holding Hammayeh's hand into the ballroom, and after sitting down, Hammayeh looked around him and laughed: "Don't you know where the Duke is? ”
“Oh, our Duke was busy studying a new set of magic last night, so I was instructed to greet your emissary in his stead this morning.” Lombardon laughed: “Prince, as you know, our Duchess is a magician, and nature is a bit odd. But when our old friends meet, we can talk about everything! ”
Hammayeh felt uncomfortable and his face didn't show up. "In that case, I'd better go back and rest. When the Duchess is free, let's sit down together and talk. ”
“No rush, no rush!” Lombardon laughed and stretched out his huge palm in his arms for half a day before touching a document. He just didn't know how to do it, but it was wrinkled, as if he was still sweating. Lombardon smiled and pushed to the table in front of Hammayeh, laughing: “Our Duchess said that although we all had some friction, the friendship between the Empire and the people of the meadows was long and slightly misunderstood and could not harm the friendship between the two sides, so since we are all good friends, what can't we sit down and talk about? ”
It's like a human word! Hammayeh's heart muttered and looked at the wrinkle in front of him as if it was something stained with fat sweat. He couldn't help but be disgusted and frowned: “So this thing is...”
“This is an agreement drafted by our Duke. We're all good friends, and that's a little bit of friction, so forget it. For the sake of friendship, the Duke said, this time things will be bigger and smaller. Good friends shouldn't compare these things. ”
“Agreements?” Hammayeh grabbed them, endured a disgusting impulse, looked twice, saw the terms above, suddenly angry, and slapped the table suddenly: “Lombardon! Is the Duke of Tulip playing tricks on me?! ”
This “agreement” clearly states that, as the party who provoked this friction, in order to reflect the friendship between the two sides, the prairie must make certain reparations to the Empire, including 30,000 horses, 50,000 sheep and cattle and 5,000 slaves. At the same time bear all the costs of rebuilding the city of Gillatte...
“Lombardon!” Hammuyeh is furious: “It seems that the Duke has no sincerity to negotiate peace, so what am I doing here? Enjoy me with this joke!! ”
Lombardon rubbed his nose, the smile on his face faded away, not lightly said: “Hammayeh, I've been in the northwest for so many years, do you see me Lombardon is the kind of person who likes to joke! ”
When he finished, he stood up: “I was just instructed to deliver the message, I gave it to you, the Duchess said, if you want to leave, we salute you… but he also said that Prince Hammayeh is a man of general awareness, a wise king, mindful of everyone's friendship, will not make reckless actions. Besides, this is not something that you can't discuss, so... you can take this and think about it carefully. When the Duchess is done tomorrow, you can open another price and we'll just have a good discussion. ”
Hammayeh's heart suddenly calmed down… Hmm, this tulip duke seems to be a major warrior… a tough posture… is also a means of negotiation.
Thinking about it, he laughed and said, "Okay! I'll stay a few more days. Tomorrow the Duke's business should be over, right? I'll take this. We'll talk about it later tomorrow when the Duke is free. ”
After that, Hammayeh was angry and still smiled on his face and stood up: “Well... if you'll excuse me, I'm a little tired all the way to Lawton, I don't know where I'm staying tonight. ”
Lombardon laughed: “My old friend, our Duke is a hospitable person, how could you be lazy good friend! I already have plans! Satisfied with the bag! ”
After that, the fat man walked out of the castle with Hammayeh himself, through the back door, to his place of residence dedicated to “special preparation” for Hammayeh.
Hammayeh could have endured anger, but when he saw this “hospitality", he couldn't help but turn his face over!
“Longbottom! You…"
Lombardon smiled with a smile: "The Duke said that he respected the martial arts of the men of the meadows and knew that we in Roland were not accustomed to living in the Mandarin Building. And... the Duke said that the highest level of hospitality for guests is to be 'at home'! That means you have to make the Guest feel at home! So... we strangled our brains and prepared a place like this! Aren't you satisfied, old friend? Isn't that what people on the prairie get used to? ”
In front of it, just above an empty plot behind the castle, several tents were erected in the middle alone. Looking at the tent, there seems to be some leakage...
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