Demon King

Andrew looked upset and was about to speak. Seventh raised his hand to stop him. He could only sullen himself and complained that Ivo was late at this time. Prince Renault's arrogant attitude angered him. Andrew wanted to draw his sword right away. He met the opponent, but seeing the old sword master who closed his eyes and calmed down beside Prince Renault, he could only give up this plan of death in an anguish.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind pressure above the head, a huge shadow covered the negotiating table, and the sudden change occurred. The messengers were shocked and guarded each other. The old swordsman of Renault suddenly opened his eyes, the sword was half sheathed, and the masked assassin of Barea. Quickly drew out the dagger, leaving behind a series of afterimages. After two tenth-level experts responded, they caught a glimpse of the old Donald God of Lasses sitting still on the ground, and couldn't help being taken aback.

A frost dragon fell to the negotiating table at high speed. Just as Barea and Renault's guardians were about to take action, the dragon's back made a furious voice, "Besides, do you want to smash the king to death?"

The Frost Dragon changed its landing point crookedly, and fell tens of meters away with a loud crash, splashing sand and dust.

Prince Renault shouted: "What is it?"

Ivo jumped off the dragon's back, and opened his mouth and cursed: "Are you the thing!"

Prince Renault was furious, "I am not a thing!"

"You are very self-aware."

"You..." Prince Renault suppressed his anger suddenly and frowned, "Ivo Harriken?"

Ivo ignored Prince Renault, moved a chair by himself, threw it at the negotiating table with a slap, turned over and sat on it, with his legs hanging on the table, holding his head in his hands, and lazily asked: "The negotiation is in progress. Where is it?"

The envoys of Barea and Renault looked at each other, the stern atmosphere of swordsmanship was washed away, and Ivo's arrogant demeanor suppressed the audience.

His role is a black face, just to be aggressive, Ivo looked at Prince Renault and raised his brows: "I want to ask you something, don't be stupid like oak roots and wooden stakes, pretending to be deaf and blind."

Prince Renault snorted, but he didn't even break out. Instead, he sat down, changed his arrogant attitude before, and said with a calm face: "The compensation is too large, King of Laces, it is difficult for us to accept your offer."

Barea and Renault fear Ivo’s Harriken line. Because Ivo has not been involved in wars and only transports logistics, Renault and Barea treat the Harriken line as another force. There is a certain fluke. psychology.

Ivo attended the negotiations, clarifying that Harriken’s line of defense was on the same front as the Kingdom of Lasses, and shattering the luck of both parties, Prince Renault had to put away the arrogance and strength that he had deliberately displayed in order to keep prices down.

Judging from the performance just now, Ivo is obviously a desperate madman, Prince Renault dare not be too outrageous, if I really anger Ivo, then play off, Harriken's 100,000 army will teach him to be a man in minutes.

Aivel also sat down, his eyes lingering on Ivo, seeming to have deep meaning. Ivo found that she was looking at herself and hooked her finger teasingly, "My little princess, do you miss me?"

"Presumptuous!" Kane was furious.

Ivo glared, not to be outdone, and shouted: "You shit, shut up!"

Kane's momentum was suffocated. He was Ivo's defeated opponent. Facing Ivo, he was inherently short, and the pain was extremely painful.

Aiville didn't take it seriously, instead, a charming arc hung in the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and said to Seventh III: "The amount of compensation you requested is too large. I think it should be reduced by 40%."

Saiwen III: "No, you have destroyed my royal city. Only this kind of compensation can barely compensate for the loss of Lasses."

"but……"

Under Ivo’s control, the negotiations were back on track, and the three parties’ messengers were arguing with each other over compensation.

Ivo is very dedicated and always keeps his role in mind. Every time Renault and Barea lower the price, he interrupts them and interrupts their endless price reduction rhetoric. He is aggressive and makes the envoys of Barea and Renault dare to be angry. Word.

Prince Renault was tickled with anger, but had nothing to do with Ivo.

Negotiations lasted from morning to afternoon, and only barely reached a consensus on the four conditions. There were a total of 17 conditions on the terms. Ivo felt broken by the efficiency of this grinding just thinking about it. It would be better to have a meeting in his own territory.

On the first day, the negotiations went smoothly. The three parties expected that the negotiations would take place for several days. They prepared tents, food, and clear water. They slept in the wild at night, and stationed their respective armies in the distance, enough to withstand possible dangers in the wild, or with ulterior motives. Other forces.

The camps of the three parties are not far apart.

The night is deep, and clouds cover the moon.

Candles are burning, illuminating the camp, a set of simple tables and stools, and a simple hammock, these are all the objects in the Ivo tent.

In the dead of night, the tripartite missions were basically asleep. Across the varnished tent, Ivo could hear the faint snoring of the next door. He turned over on the hammock a little annoyed, and could not fall asleep as the hammock shook.

Seeing that the war is about to end, Ivo feels complicated. He naturally wants peace to come, but when this moment really happened, he was a little dazed to find that he was used to life in war, and even when this kind of life was about to disappear. Will feel reluctant.

"Damn it." Ivo rubbed his nose, "I won't become a war mad."

At this time, someone knocked on the curtain of the camp, Ivo sat up, distinguished the person from the smell, and said: "Your Majesty, please come in."

Saiwen III walked in and said with a smile: "I didn't disturb you."

"You made my insomnia worse." Ivo patted his cheek, "Sit down."

Saiwen III looked at the only chair speechlessly, hesitated, sat on it, and twisted his **** in embarrassment.

Ivo simply sat cross-legged in the hammock, swaying with the shaking, and asked: "Your Majesty, what can I do if you come to see me so late?"

Severn III cleared his throat and got to the point, "I have something to discuss with you. After the war, Lasses will resume production. The appointment of administrators of various classes is very troublesome. It is necessary to balance the power of the nobility. I hope To consolidate the status of the royal family, the original royal city has been destroyed. I hope that I can move the capital to the Harriken line and make the new city of Lasses a new royal city."

Ivo's eyes brightened, this is his goal, and Saiwen III took the initiative to mention it, saving him some effort, stretched his brows, and said: "Your Majesty, this is my original intention to build the new city of Lasses."

Without waiting for Seventh III to be happy ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Ivo said: "But you know I am not a selfless person, what kind of reward are you willing to pay?"

Saiwen III sighed, and slowly said: "I will give you a grand knighthood ceremony to announce your bravery and glory to the whole territory, and retain the honorary lord of the new city of Lasses, and return for life. you."

"I deserve it," Ivo was rude, rubbing his fingers, "Are there any other benefits?"

Saiwen III looked helpless, "What do you want?"

Ivo touched his chin, "I need the kingdom's unconditional asylum and guarantee."

Seven was taken aback. With Ivo’s current status, basically no one wanted to provoke him. The protection of the kingdom was unnecessary for him. Even Ivo was sheltering Lasses. Seven did not understand why Ivo wanted to. With this condition, I couldn't help asking: "Who can be against you?"

Ivo made a mouth shape--

Church.

(To be continued.)