Duke of Grief

"Hello, humans!"

"Hello, elf!"

The two generals from the two races, even if they were not worried, they still paid a military salute of their own race to each other.

Neither Yevgeny nor Pad looked down on each other, and even had deep hostility in their eyes. If something unexpected happens between the two armies, there is no doubt that they will immediately draw their swords against each other.

But forced by the orders of their superiors, they had to shake hands and make peace.

They were quite sure that the other party was a bitch-brown trash in their eyes, but they had to stand here and stand in the middle of this flat field that should be a battlefield between the two armies, and negotiate good conditions for the construction of the next border town.

Even they themselves know that they are not good at negotiating, but they need to communicate properly on the issue of ‘arming’.

They were reluctant, but they had to do it!

"Excuse me, are you Yevgeny's'Vice' Army Commander?" Padr snorted with contempt, and his contempt was overwhelming.

Yevgeny raised his hand and stopped the angry subordinate behind him. "Yes, Yevgeny, deputy commander of the Guards Corps, what kind of advice does General Pader have?"

Putting his lips away, Pad took a breath and said, "The county guard ordered me to discuss with you the ‘Peace Town’ defense system that is about to start construction. I wonder if you can move to our fortress to discuss this matter?”

"no need!"

As soon as Pard's voice fell, Yevgeny sneered, "Just here!"

Then, without waiting for Pard to speak, Yevgeny snapped his fingers, and a tree table and two chairs grew out of them in front of and behind them, respectively.

Seeing this scene, Pade's eyes shrank, and Yevgeny sneered: "General Pad, please sit?"

Pade glared at the elf in front of him, sitting vigorously, and the body plate armor he wore on his body did not restrict his movement. The joints overlapped with each other, and changed with his movements.

Yevgeny only glanced and sat down. The seemingly weak hollow armor was as exquisitely designed as the armor on Pad.

Suddenly, Pade chuckled and asked, "How can there be no fine wine or food during negotiations?"

Yevgeny immediately shouted sideways: "Joel, bring the food and wine!"

As Pad breathed for a long time, Yevgeny turned back and smiled at him slightly. The contempt in his eyes was self-evident, as if to say, are you capable of this?

With his mouth squeezed and the corners of his mouth sinking involuntarily, Pad took a deep breath, arms around his chest, waiting for the so-called ‘elven food and wine’.

Although they didn't expect them to be prepared long ago, they certainly can't pass the next level!

"Food" and "wine" are both subjective judgments, if he doesn't say...

The elf whom Yevgeny called'Joel' took two small wooden barrels from the wooden box he was carrying and put them on the table, and then took out a small box. There are four floors, and each floor contains a dish.

After seeing the four dishes, Pade raised his eyebrows, raised his mouth, and shouted: "Vice Commander Yevgeny, is this your hospitality? What is this? Gourmet? Are you sure these things are Food?!"

Joel was not scared by his voice, but put the four dishes on the table one by one, and then slowly backed away with the box.

Pad saw the bitter hatred in the elf's eyes, the hair on his back stood upright, but his breathing did not become rapid, nor his face pale.

His face was twisted, showing a greasy smile, and he pointed his thick fingers at the dishes on the table, "bugs, flowers, branches, oh my god, there is actually dirt! Yevgeny deputy commander, please don't tell Me, you elves eat these things, then you are too pitiful!"

There were fake words in his mouth, but Pad didn't even bother to make a pityful expression.

But Yevgeny only smiled slightly, "General Pad, this is what you don't know."

The smile on his face faded quickly, and Pad's complexion dimmed. He had already guessed that the muscles of the soldiers brought behind him were already tight, waiting for a command from him.

But he couldn’t give an order. If these elves were brought back to the fortress by him, he could still use the reason of “accidentally fell from the wall” to let them die, but it’s not right now, under the eyes of all, if he does This means that they first betrayed the recently signed covenant.

Even though he was about to bite his teeth, Pad still managed to draw a smile and squeezed a word out of his teeth: "So, Yevgeny, my friend, please tell me what these are. ?"

"These dishes look like this, but they are actually the latest trend among our elves." Yevgeny's mouth was slightly curled, and he spoke in an elegant tone that he didn't even believe in himself, "Make dishes natural As you know, our elves love nature, and our blood comes from nature. In druids, elves also occupy a large proportion. These dishes look like this, and they taste almost the same, but this It's the top food in our ethnic group!"

With that said, he picked up a branch from the tray where the branch was placed and pretended to sniff the branch under the tip of his nose, revealing an intoxicated look, "Well...natural breath! It's so beautiful... …"

Then he tucked the leaves from the branches into his mouth, chewing the green leaves in his mouth while the humans stared dumbfounded, while maintaining a faint smile.

"Why? Do you still doubt General Pad?"

After swallowing the leaves into his belly, Yevgeny smiled and asked, "Could you be afraid?"

"...No, I'm just thinking, these things are not enough for me to eat!"

Pad took a deep breath, grabbed a branch, and thrust it hard into his mouth.

But at the next moment, the severe pain from his tongue made him sweat suddenly, "Um--"

The soldiers standing behind him saw his body tremble suddenly, suddenly blinked his eyes, pulled out his weapon, and shouted in unison: "Protect the general!"

"Stop!"

Pad stopped his men and raised his head to stare at the smiling elf sitting opposite him, even if his mouth was crooked, but he still wanted to praise: "I have seen the food of the elven clan, the taste is indeed Not bad!"

Even in the tense atmosphere, Yevgeny still keeps a smile on his face, "Oh, General Pad, my friend, I remember I have clearly reminded you,'Look at this, eat It’s almost the same, but you still didn’t understand my words, and you were hurt because of it. I’m really sad... Maybe no one but us can enjoy these foods. Okay, let’s go. Well, we should have a good wine next, do you say yes? My friend."

"of course……"

There was an irony smell in his mouth~www.NovelMTL.com~Pade answered vaguely, then swallowed the blood from his mouth into his throat.

"We continue to negotiate!" the human general could not help but gritt his teeth.

The head of the elven army was still light-hearted and nodded with a smile. "Of course, we are here this time to discuss the issue of arming the new town, don't we?"

The index finger knocked on the table. Two wooden cups grew out of the table. Yevgeny picked up a wooden barrel with one hand and poured the wine into the two cups, and no drop came out.

After filling the wine, Yevgeny raised the glass and asked with a smile: "Cheers?"

Pade looked at the green, fragrant wine in the glass, thought of the wound in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and raised the glass.

"Cheers!"

The conversation continued, except that the elf first prevailed.