Brant stared at the lunch in front of him - a large bowl of brown soup, a layer of oil floating on the surface of the soup, and the figures of barley, carrot cubes, onions and turnips faintly appeared in it, but the smell of ** seafood was exuded, the prince took the wooden spoon and fished it into the depths of the bowl, and a pale dead fish eye stared back at him in the spoon.

"I'd better try the mercenary group's beautiful bar." Taking advantage of the fact that he didn't vomit out breakfast, Brant hurriedly took the inferior cider and pressed down the stomach juice that was surging upward.

Other finished his lunch and wiped his mouth with a tablecloth, "So, you're here to snitch." ”

"My maid swore that she had seen Horst take out that dagger and threaten her with it." Brant swallowed a large gulp of wine and felt much more comfortable, "I'm sure it once belonged to my aunt." ”

"You can't be sure of anything," Other said, rising and pouring himself a glass of wine, "maybe Horst stole it from some caravan, or maybe you made it up to divide us." He took a sip of his wine and forced a look at Brant, "There is no such dagger, and even if there were, I wouldn't believe your nonsense." There is no room for discord in my mercenary group. If you and your little lover want to do any tricks, I'll throw you all into the sea and feed the fish, and make sure you don't even have scum left!" ”

Other is smart, and Vanessa's plan will have a hard time succeeding.

Gotta play the way I play.

"Well, let's get straight to the point," said the prince, throwing his hands out in a gesture of conceding defeat, "my little lover and I do need your help, but it's not as simple as going to the Flame Palace. Brandt squeezed his eyes at Other, "We want your mercenary group." ”

Other looked at the prince for five seconds, then laughed. "Thank you, thank you," the commander shook his head, a smile that spread across Fang's face, a feeling of underbeating, "you made me laugh at the fish bones that I had stuck in my throat for more than a year. ”

"yes, that's funny." Brandt shrugged, "But if you listen to my plan, I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh." ”

"I don't care what your plan is, the mercenary group is mine, and no one can command them." Other stopped smiling and replied earnestly.

"What if I hire you?"

"What do you hire, the treasure in your little lover's mouth?" Osser looked at Brant contemptuously, "Or is it a promise made with the title of prince?" In my opinion, both are no different from lies. ”

"Use my magic." Brant smiled lazily, "Or maybe not with my magic." ”

"You threaten me." Othur narrowed his eyes, he had seen Brant's magic, it was so powerful that it was too powerful to dare to fight against it, he could save people, he could hurt people, and if he wanted to, the whole world would be subjugated to his feet.

"I'm just mentioning it." I certainly don't abuse magic, but proper intimidation is necessary. Brant suddenly enjoyed the superiority brought by magic, usually a farmer has the magic of enchantment to protect crops from pests, and now he has the magic to control the life and death of others, of course, he has to make himself happy for a while.

"Then I say, I don't accept your proposal." Other clapped his hands and asked someone to take away the dishes, "Besides, you are now my captive, and you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, and this news is sure that someone will laugh and say that I am too merciful to the prisoner." From now on, you'd better stay in the barracks for me honestly and don't even think about anything, or I'll tie you to a crosspost as an arrow target, and you won't be able to do any magic!" Other didn't know how Brant's magic worked, but it was a good way to stop him.

"Your refusal is doubly frustrating," Brandt, apparently not intending to get up and go back to his barracks, and with his signature scoundrel look, "but I wonder how many of your men will believe your righteous confession." ”

"What do you mean?" Other looked at the prince suspiciously

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