Harold wasn't a either.

At this moment, he was obviously aware of this.

If you want to negotiate conditions, you must first have the qualifications to negotiate conditions.

And now that they have even lost their lives to those southerners, what else can they use to negotiate terms with each other?

Hill doesn't seem to think so, though.

After saying that, a hint of thought flashed in her ice-blue eyes......

"It's not that there are no conditions to talk about......

Between muttering to himself, a sound of footsteps in the distance made the two people who were talking at the same time put away their voices.

I saw that at this time, it was a young man wearing linen clothes.

If there is any characteristic thing about this young man's appearance, it should be that his hair is brown and yellow.

The barbarians in the bitter cold land are actually very mixed.

There are people like Jie Zichuan, with black hair and black eyes, who look basically the same as their Central Plains people.

There are also people like Harold, who have a handful of red hair and a big beard.

Or a race like Hill with blue eyes.

In comparison, this brown-yellow hair is more common.

The sack youth who walked in looked at Hill and Harold who were imprisoned, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into a sneer.

You must know that these two used to be high in the sky, and a casual word could decide the life and death of these low-level tribes!

Think about how they looked at the beginning, and look at what they look like now.

A strong sense of happiness suddenly rose in the heart of the young man in Azabu......

"What about the two tribes? In the end, it was not defeated in the hands of the army of our Ten Thousand Worlds Civilization? ”

After a period of worry-free life, the young man who already regarded himself as a member of the civilization of the Ten Thousand Worlds said this in barbarian language with contempt.

But before he could finish speaking, he found Harold in the cell staring at him with those brown-red eyes!

As the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe, Harold has been accumulating power for a long time after all.

Now he is so stared at.

The sackcloth young man suddenly panicked in his heart, and the steps under his feet unconsciously took two steps back.

After that, the sack young man's face was ugly for a while, and he secretly scolded himself in his heart for being too uncompetitive.

But there was no further action.

After all, the guards of this cell are not decorations.

Before His Majesty the Emperor gave the order, even if it was a prisoner, it was not something he could bully at will.

Directly put the two steamed buns and two cups of water in his hand outside the cell.

Then he walked out of the cell without looking back.

After watching the sack youth disappear, Harold, who was leaning against the cell, suddenly pouted......

"I didn't expect this kind of goods to appear in our northern tribe!"

"You should think about it from a different perspective."

Hill's mood was decidedly less resentful than Harold's.

Ice-blue eyes fell on the steamed bun outside the cell.

She was full of curiosity about the things in the civilization of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

She had never seen something like this before, in the bitter cold.

Slowly take a few steps closer.

Hill reached out from between the bars of his cell, then picked up the steamed bun.

It's cold outside, and it should be a lot cooler on the way here.

But when I started it, it still felt warm.

Subconsciously pinched it, soft.

This couldn't help but make Hill feel a new feeling in his heart.

After all, in their bitter cold land, most of the things are cold and hard.

"Well, it's supposed to be food, right?"

"I guess so."

As he spoke, Harold also came up in two steps.

Compared to this steamed bun, he was obviously more concerned about what Hill had just said......

"What do you mean by saying I should think about it from a different perspective?"

Hill ignored him, pulling down the hide that covered most of his face, and then put the steamed bun in front of his nose and sniffed it.

This steamed bun exudes a peculiar smell.

She didn't know how to describe it.

But when she smelled the smell, her stomach began to moan in pain.

The small life has already fallen into the hands of the other party, and Ciel is not worried about what the other party will do in the food.

I opened my mouth and took a big bite.

The moment the steamed bun was in the mouth, the fluffy and soft taste simply made her eyes light up.

After a quick chew, aside from the amazing taste that made Hill feel a burst of surprise, the steamed bun did not have an obvious taste at first.

But chewing and chewing, she inexplicably tasted a faint sweetness.

Hill's appearance of eating steamed buns quickly inexplicably aroused the cravings in Harold's stomach.

He wasn't that hungry himself.

But looking at it, he looked hungry......

It's like yawning is contagious, hunger is contagious, and sometimes it's contagious.

grabbed the steamed bun that belonged to him.

After taking a bite, Harold suddenly raised his eyebrows.

This fluffy texture is really incredible for them who are used to eating cold and hard food.

Harold, who had solved the steamed bun in two ways, leaned back in the cell with a satisfied face.

Seeing this, Ciel glanced at him, and then spoke lightly......

"That's why."

"What?"

Harold had a confused expression, completely unsure of what Hill meant.

"That man just now used to be from our northern tribe, but now he is loyal to the southerners, and has even completely regarded himself as a southerner, and this is the reason."

As he spoke, Hill raised the last mouthful of steamed buns in his hand, and then spoke again unhurriedly......

"Southerners are strong at the same time, let them live a better life, do not have to bear the oppression of wind and snow, and can still eat such food, in exchange for you, are you loyal or not?"

"This ......"

In the face of Hill's rhetorical question, Harold only felt like a fish in his throat.

The expression on his face was full of discomfort and confusion.

In the end, he simply stopped talking, just closed his eyes and leaned against the cell without saying a word.

After a long time, I didn't see Harold who Hill took the initiative to deal with.

The fog made his heart twist for a while.

Finally, he quietly opened his eyes and glanced at Hill's side.

Then I saw that the guy Hill was looking at the water-filled object with a serious face......

Harold couldn't help but feel angry.

"Is now the time to look into this? Do you have a way to do it? ”

Glancing at Harold, who was full of impatience, Hill's calm and cold voice sounded again......

"There's another way."

Hearing this, Harold was shocked.

"What's the solution?"

"Talk about the conditions."

"Talk, talk about conditions?"

Harold, who got this answer, only felt that his head had swelled several times at once!

"How? We have all fallen into the hands of the other side, and the warriors of the tribe have basically been captured, how can we negotiate terms with those southerners? ”

Facing Harold, who was a little emotional, Hill's voice was still calm......

"With what the other person wants, of course."

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