"Oh, of course, my lord, of course I brought it."

The older messenger looked respectful, and he turned back to take the young messenger's bag of pearls, and took out a piece of parchment, a smoothed parchment, from the pile of pearls.

"This is a handwritten letter from our female chieftain, Maca, expressing greetings to the highest Roman governor, and of course, as the Lord said, there is something more precious than pearls." The old messenger said unhurriedly as he pinched the ends of the sheepskin with both hands.

"Oh, yes." Luga was very curious, he said, and then reached for it, but what the old messenger did not expect was to dodge Luga's outstretched hand with a wave of his hand.

"What does that mean?" Luga looked at the Anglo messenger with a puzzled look on his face, and asked in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, sir." The Anglo envoy said to Luga with a smile on his face: "Our chief has specially said that this bag of pearls must be personally handed over to the supreme commander of the Romans, and we are also acting on orders, and I hope that your Excellency will not be surprised." ”

At the mention of this, Luga couldn't help but puff up his chest, making him look a lot harder.

Arecio, who was standing at the table not far behind him, said to the Anglo envoy: "Standing in front of you is the supreme commander of the Roman army, Flavis. Luga. ”

This introduction made the messenger gasp, and he began to realize his rudeness. The young man next to him was so frightened that he almost fainted, and who could have known that the "butcher" who liked to kill outside the city was actually the young man in front of him.

The Anglo envoy paused, he must have panicked in his heart at this time, afraid that he couldn't help but think about what was wrong with his conversation and behavior just now, if he offended this so-called tyrant, maybe the two of them would not only not be able to negotiate, but would probably become one of the corpses outside the city. But Luga in front of him didn't say anything or do anything, and this kind of cold scene was the most unacceptable to the Anglo envoys.

"Oh, my lord, I mean not to offend."

The Anglo envoy began to be a little unsettled, and he was desperately speculating in his heart about Luga's thoughts at this time, so anxious that a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he didn't even notice it.

"Brush."

Before the Anglo messenger could come to his senses, Luga took the parchment scroll in his hand and spread it out and read it carefully.

"Alliance?" Luga looked at it and asked the Anglo messenger that it seemed that this was more valuable than this bag of pearls was nothing more than a message written on this parchment.

"Oh, yes, yes, my lord, this is our leader, Adair. The meaning of Maca, the wife of the giant oak. The Anglo messenger said unhurriedly.

"Adair. Giant oak? ”

Arecio listened to the name, his expression was solemn and puzzled, as if he knew this person, and he continued: "That person, not more than a month ago, we were in Linton to defeat the escaped Kevin. Was he killed in the duel of Thorn? I heard that he died a disgraceful death, that he was stabbed in the back, and that he did not face his opponent head-on before he died, I am afraid that it is a shame for his life, and of course I can understand that your entire tribe is also disgraced by this. ”

"That's true, sir." The Anglo messenger nodded, for this was the topic, and he continued: "Our chief Adair. The Giant Oak, for taunting Sain. The Son of Dragon's Breath has turned his back on what he has done as a warrior and is forced to duel him, but our leader has no intention of fighting. Sain attacked him. At this point, the Anglo envoy was so excited that he could not calm down, but he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "This despicable man used the death of our leader to show off his blood-stained victory, and he also claimed that he had the right to inherit everything from him by killing the guardian of the Western Gate, including our chief's wife, Lady Maca, whose son was only three years old at this time, and it was impossible for him to be a leader, so he let this damned fellow take advantage of it." ”

"Oh, it seems that this opponent of ours has spared no effort to be able to stand up to us!" Luga laughed, and then asked the messenger: "Then he claims that you have come here at this time, and it can be said that you have smelled the danger before they have even acted, or that your female chief is more disgusted and hated from the heart of her husband for marrying this loser who has chosen to abandon her tribesmen in order to survive. However, you are powerless in the face of such a seemingly rude and even offensive decision, and the main reason is that you have not had a successor who can take on the responsibility after losing Adair. Sain took advantage of the victory and appeared powerless under the rude conditions. So you have no ability to resist, so you have to come to us with this strategy. Sain was beaten so hard that he fell to the ground. Ask us for help, ally with us, then Kevin. If Thorn makes any changes to you, we will not sit idly by, and it is precisely because of the existence of our force that we will shelter you. Even if it's for Kevin. Sain is so bold that he will not dare to make any more excessive demands on you. Even his army would not dare to take a step forward outside of your territory, so relying on us to not only threaten that nasty person, but also survive, is a brilliant idea, but! ”

Luga's words turned sharply, and he looked at the Anglo messenger with a smile on his face, and only heard him say unhurriedly: "Such a reward is incomparably rich, but what kind of contribution can you give to it, after all, when you join us, it means that you will stand on the opposite side of your countrymen, and you will go to war with them, I think you should also think of this when you seek to protect yourself, you are here, I believe you have made a clear choice." Then you can answer me once again whether you are willing to ally with us and face the other Anglos and Saxons. ”

"Yes, yes, that's it, it's our choice!" The Anglo envoy nodded his head again and again, and agreed to the request. He didn't seem to have imagined that the young Romans in front of him would be able to explain their current situation in one word, and of course the two sides of the pros and cons were so thorough, but it was their mission to negotiate and forge an alliance, and they were duty-bound to do so.

"The land, the pearls, the army, whatever the adults want, we will do what we can, as long as we can guarantee our absolute safety and keep Lady Maca from the defilement of that loser." The Anglo emissary spoke word by word, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

"Good!" Lu Jia nodded repeatedly, and then said, "I have decided on this alliance. Of course, I will spare no effort to ensure your safety, at least we can be honest with each other, yes, I ask for honesty. As for the remuneration. Luga looked at the fur bag in his hand and said, "This bag and the pearls in it are enough!" ”