"First meeting, friends from afar."

The middle-aged knight with a mustache smiled and greeted the elves, nodded slightly to the staff officer beside him, and waited until the city guards gave way to a passable road, he bowed slightly, "I'm Emin Alfonso, it's a pleasure to meet you - it's a pity this is not a good place to talk, please come with me......"

After making the gesture of please, he kept it until—

"Excuse me."

After a long silence, the leaders of the Elven Mission finally made a decision.

"It's okay, although our conference room here is shabby, it can accommodate a dozen or so people." As a nobleman who was born as a commoner, climbed to the current position, and received the title of lord, Ermin naturally knew the reason for the other party's hesitation, but deliberately answering the answer that was not the question was sometimes an effective way to divert the topic, "It just so happens that everyone has been tired from the journey, and now you are very tired, and it is also a good choice to rest there directly." ”

"Thank you for your kindness."

The leader of the Elven Mission, the swordsman with his bare skin and the terrible burn marks faintly visible, replied noncommittally.

"Nothing, I just did what I had to do." In response to the elf's reply, the middle-aged knight replied without the slightest hint of fireworks - he understood the other party's scruples, and he also clearly recognized his identity and positioning, so he did not force the other party to make a decision that was in line with his wishes, "However...... Maybe I'm trespassing, and I hope you don't appear in the sight of the top of the mountains for a while. ”

"Reason." The elven swordsman stopped and looked up, his azure eyes staring at him, "I need a reason. ”

"That's exactly what I'm going to give you." Ermin walked slowly up to the tower, where the tall watchtower in the night was no longer in sight, and he stopped here and made a gesture to the elves behind him and the visitors in the carriage, "Friends from the forest, we have reached our destination, and now you can get out of the carriage if necessary." I can at least guarantee that there are no humans here other than me. ”

"Now, there's nothing to hide."

After a brief pause, the elven swordsman at the head said.

"Thank you for believing in me." After receiving an affirmative answer, the middle-aged knight bowed slightly, but did not wait for the elves in the carriage to act, just led the elven swordsman into the stone watchtower, and took him to carefully examine the various dead corners of the room before looking at the elven swordsman on his side who shrouded his true face in a hood, "I plan to have a conversation here, what do you think?" My friend. ”

"I have no opinion." The elven swordsman said indifferently, "Don't forget, though, you need to give us a reason. ”

"Okay." Ermin nodded, "Hopefully we can reach a consensus on this." ”

"We're here to reach a consensus," the elves at the head raised their eyebrows slightly, but didn't say much, just brought the vigilant elves gathered outside the door into the door, "Now, I think you can tell us your reasons, and where you—or rather where you stand. ”

"I'm His Majesty's man." Sir Emin looked around and said word by word, his tone and demeanor creating an astonishing oppressive force that was unconsciously convincing, "I have the same great relationship as you—for your majesty's purpose is not just to be sold in the war between the Elven Forest and the Church of the Gods, but ...... Fundamentally, it really changes the top of the mountains and changes the country. ”

"So?"

An old elven man in the age of age raised his head and looked at him with a light that was not cloudy at all.

"The world craves change, and the stubborn ones who can't adapt to it can only be eliminated, right?" The middle-aged Jazz gently stroked the mustache on the tip of his chin and looked at the elves with a smile, "Only change can bring greater change, and we are the most natural allies, under the fence of the old order." ”

"So, you're going to start a war?"

The elven swordsman sitting with him raised an eyebrow.

"That depends on what it means," said Sir Elmin, gesturing to the bleak canopy above his head, and pun intended, "all we need is a foothold before chaos comes, and the basics...... Freely. ”

"Before the chaos comes?"

To Jazz's surprise, it was the youngest of the elves who asked him a question—he didn't know for a moment whether he should answer it or not—was it a genuine inquiry, or a casual joke from a child? Ermin couldn't make a decision easily, so she could only let out a perfunctory "um".

"Please answer my question head-on, sir."

The young elf emphasized, crimson eyes staring at him coldly.

I don't know why, Ermin suddenly felt a chill, but of course he didn't pay attention to it, his eyes wandered among the elves for a week, and after seeing that they had no opinion, he explained: "War is about to break out - I don't mean your war, but this continent...... The ...... of this world"

After a slight pause, he added: "The order of the Second Age is based on the supreme authority of the gods, but this authority was broken in the divine war hundreds of years ago - the new gods came with the supreme divine might, and seized one-third of the faith with the power of thunder, shaking the position of the old gods at the top of the world, and the authority divided according to power under the old order will gradually not adapt to the development of this world, and war will come, and the restoration war centered on the forest of elves is just a prologue to the troubled times that are about to be played. ”

"Wise."

The young girl commented, and did not say anything more.

"Haha, thank you for agreeing, little miss." Ermin laughed, and then retreated, and said, "Thanks to the fact that you have indirectly attracted the enemy's firepower, the power of the Holy See of Gabone is extremely weak, and the enemy in front of me and Your Majesty is actually only one ......."

"Lion Leon."

Another, slightly older girl said the name of the man who was about to become an enemy.

"That's right, our Lionheart." The no longer young knight uttered the name of his enemy in an extremely complex voice, "The strongest among the mountains and peaks, the greatest obstacle before our plan. ”

"I'll crush it."

The elven swordsman, with numerous burn marks, makes an astonishing declaration in a flat tone.

"Then, there is no rival in front of us." "But now is not the time, Your Majesty and the Grand Duke have not yet completely torn their faces, both sides are still mobilizing their forces, and the whole mountain is like a powder keg that can explode at any moment, and even the slightest spark can blow everyone into the sky—we don't want to fight the wrong war at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and against the wrong enemy—at this point in time, Gable cannot afford a real civil war." ”

"So?"

The razor-sharp eyes of the elven swordsman are as compelling as mountains.

"So I hope that you don't provoke that Lionheart for the time being, even if that one has extraordinary strength and determination, but the direction of a camp will not be completely in tune with the decision-maker in many cases." Emin paused, as if to consider the word, but the last words were unexpectedly blunt, "I must remind you that Gable was not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, but he really could not afford a senseless war—so if things go wrong, we will nil the danger in the cradle, even if it will cause rivers of blood to flow from the top of the mountains." ”

"That's what you mean?"

It was no longer just his gaze, but also his demeanor and movements when he spoke—the half-lifed knight had no doubt that if the next answer did not satisfy this one, the other party could burst out at any time and kill people.

- will die.

The creature instinct reminded him, but he just smiled at it and confronted the elven swordsman without giving an inch.

"That's what Your Majesty meant." He said, his gaze wandering around all the elves, then nodded slightly, "Gable also has a consensus on this point. ”

"That's right," the elven swordsman's expression was mostly hidden under the hood, so Elmin didn't know what he was thinking, but there was no doubt that the unhappiness in the other party's tone was not hidden in the slightest, and it was quite straightforward, "Was it right to be used as a gun?" But it's not a big deal, I just hope Gable can keep his promise and make an equal deal for each according to his needs. ”

"Trust me, Gable won't let you down." Ermin still maintained the aura when he confronted the elves just now, but the atmosphere at this time was not quite the same, at least both sides had reined in the cold killing machine that could be short-handed at any time, "The oath witnessed by the mountains and peaks will be immortal." ”

"I hope so."

The elf's response was still lukewarm, and it was clear that the unequal negotiation had planted a nail in the other side's heart.

But so what?

It doesn't matter to him whether the elves are happy or not, as long as they play their part well - Gable doesn't necessarily need the Elven Forest, and the Elven Forest must need Gabriel - the outcome of this negotiation is doomed from the beginning, and it will not be transferred by the wishes of others, and there is no room for maneuver.

Politics is inherently so realistic.

That's why I don't like politics.

With a faint sigh, Ermin retracted her chaotic thoughts, and gently tapped her knuckles on the table: "The elven mission is not allowed to appear on the top of the mountains in the open - this is the attitude of me, and Your Majesty, I hope you can forgive me for my previous faux pas......"

When the conversation was over, he stood up, walked over to the leader of the elven mission, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of shaking hands: "I won't say more polite words, I hope we can work together happily - unknown elven friend." ”

"Remembering a person's name is the least respect for a person, Sir." The elven swordsman symbolically squeezed the other party's palm and quickly let go, "Although I don't want to deal with you anymore, but-"

"Eastamel."

"—please remember my name."

ps: I've been a bit busy lately......