Dusk, Saatchi town center. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After an unimaginable battle of attack and defense, the weary korsalan guerrillas and the Thran invaders finally sat down and began to negotiate, and thanks to the actions of the undead, the rival human armies were now no longer able to fight.

At first, Lieutenant General Chirac, out of trust in reinforcements and a desperate desire to get more in negotiations, ambitiously demanded that the Korsalans call out the town of Saatchi or else destruction awaited them.

To this end, he also ordered his soldiers to rebuild the fortifications, ready to fight again.

The dim sunset in the sky was drowsy, and the exhausted Thran infantry were sweating and digging, and the town of Thatch, which was already in ruins, looked more and more strange, and the Dawn Lady rolled her eyes at Minerva.

"Are they really stupid or pretending, the incarnations of the gods have come to the world, and they still want to fight?"

"What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get at the negotiating table, the Serans are just bluffing, okay little girl, let's start sharing the spoils."

Watching the unashamed god speak like a gangster sister, Lorraine was still quite stressed. In the final analysis, this battle is just for the friends of the adventure team, fighting to the death for so long, there is no merit and hard work, and his share of the spoils is absolutely indispensable, and the problem lies with Melissa.

The merit of slaying a divine bone lich, everyone present must admit that without her efforts, this battle would definitely turn into a crushing defeat for the human forces, so ......

"What's the matter, give the divine fire to my believers, I will give you benefits, and you can divide the rest of the things as you like." Ms. Minerva said.

"No, I'm of great use to the Divine Fire, I can give Melissa something else." Irene did not budge an inch on the issue of Shenhuo, and the annoyed two parties could only let the ladies negotiate separately, and then return to the men's negotiations.

First of all, there is the question of prisoners, although someone has been sent to find Suke back, but the Kolsalan guerrillas, who have no leader, have temporarily entrusted the uncle to come to negotiate.

In fact, humanism is almost non-existent in this increasingly lively world, and even classical chivalry has evolved a lot, and the torture of prisoners of war is all too common.

It's like Lieutenant General Chirac, who shot thousands of captives directly before the battle began, and it would be nice not to turn them into cannon fodder with necromancy.

When it came to the present negotiations, the Thrans, who could not hand over their captives, could only blow their beards and stare at the proposals of the gnashing Kolsalans—they had captured more than two hundred Serran soldiers, ranging from officers to chiefs, and offered ransom prices according to different ranks, which was not ordinary.

"Damn! You're too greedy! A small soldier can shout out 100 gold Oran (Thuran currency, equivalent to gold coin Finney), the second lieutenant 1000 gold Oran, and that major actually wants 10,000 gold Oran, why don't you die!? ”

"It's not all you pigs, invading our homes and killing our relatives and friends, if it weren't for the goddess, we would have killed all those disgusting captives a long time ago!"

The tone was excited, and the two sides wanted to shoot each other, but they were trapped by divine power and had to communicate with their saliva and fists, and the scene was simply the same as the Taiwanese parliament, a kindergarten-level noisy level.

Since the question of the prisoners has not been able to reach a conclusion, the next issue can only be moved on, that is, the distribution of the spoils of war.

Lorraine was in charge of counting the spoils, and the data presented to both sides showed that there was no winner in this battle.

A total of more than 1,200 muskets, 13 cannons, more than 2,000 cold weapons, 600 pounds of ammunition, and the rest such as magic materials and high-level equipment are specially listed.

After reading such a report, what else can the two sides do? Of course, it is to continue to beat each other, and it must be unpleasant to share such a small spoils with others, but what can be done about this?

In particular, those members of the Knights of the Holy Rose who survived, pushed back against the front line of the undead, it was a considerable price, and the Knights had been reduced by half after the battle, and for this alone, the Thrans would not back down.

However, Lorraine did not expect that after a meal, the uncle returned to the negotiating table with the Kolsalans and directly threw out their final decision - two-thirds of the spoils went to the Kolsalans, and the rest was all to the Thrans, including the entire town of Saatchi.

The Thrans, who also did not think of this, were a little dumbfounded, but this definitely did not include Lieutenant General Chirac, whose goal was the town of Saatchi, and after paying a considerable price for this Lieutenant General Chirac, the Thrans agreed.

After the ownership of the town and the whereabouts of the loot were settled, the next loss was easy to talk about, and soon the issue of prisoners of war was also settled, and the Thrans paid enough gold and military supplies to redeem these prisoners.

After the negotiation was over, Lorraine approached the uncle and wanted to ask him how he had persuaded the people of Korsalan, and the uncle gave him a strange look, "That's not easy, the town of Thatch has been destroyed, and the supplies under him are almost used, and it is the last word to build a new factory while the people of Thrans don't know it." ”

"Aren't you guys on the other side of the pit......

"It's necessary, the hatred of the country and the family can't be avenged for the time being, so let's make a sum on the other side first, keep it for future development, and then give them a ruthless one."

In the face of the uncle's fierce answer, Lorraine could only be powerless to retreat.

Similarly, the negotiations between the ladies ended that night, and Melissa, who was badly injured, and Jon, who was taking care of her, left with the goddess incarnation, and Ireen got the divine fire, but her collection must have been badly damaged, as can be seen from her puffing expression.

"Why did you win Shenhuo, but it looks like you've lost?" Lorraine walked over and asked, puzzled.

Irene glanced at him, "Because my cosmetics, toys, years of treasure, and a large collection of magical materials were all looted by that bastard of Minerva. ”

Surprised, Lorraine hurriedly comforted her team leader, only to learn from her that this negotiation was indeed successful, and Ms. Dawn promised to help the large Lori light the divine fire in the future, and would also protect her from the plots of others.

For this purpose, she compensated Melissa with a considerable amount of treasures, and according to her, Melissa's recovery from her injuries and the equipment on her body were enough to have a good fight with the legend.

In addition, Irene also had to pay a 'deposit' to Minerva, because ladies also need entertainment and cosmetics, and although the days of the Kingdom of God are beautiful but also boring, it is still worth it to have the opportunity to touch the latest gadgets.

"So, that's the way it goes?"

"That's right, we're going to return to Transvania next, I've received a notice that the crown prince needs mercenaries, how about it, come with me?"

"Of course, I'm involved in this battle for your sake!"

"Hehe, don't worry, follow Irene, promise not to suffer."

"Hopefully ......"