Sartre shed tears of grief aggrievedly.

"You're still unreasonable......"

His eyes were blank and he kept muttering.

He seemed to have been completely crushed by a series of events since this morning, and he was even more like a little girl who had been reincarnated countless times by Shainin from ** to spirit, and there was nowhere to reason. Crying is discolored, and those who see it are sad and those who hear it shed tears.

The members of the kingdom behind him also showed sad expressions of kinship.

Only now did they know that any of their pride, in front of the noble Chinese people, was nothing.

The surrounding Chinese people looked at them one after another, and their eyes showed the pleasure of revenge.

Xie Ning looked at Sartre even more lightly.

Without...... Really TM cheap for you. However, Lao Tzu can come and go in and out of the white star at any time, and there will be time to get close to you in the future, your garbage and rotten kingdom...... Sooner or later, it will perish!

He said hatefully in his heart.

……

After a long time, Sartre finally stopped.

"Just say it, what are you going to do with us......"

Immediately, he looked at Xie Ning sadly, and muttered as if he had accepted his fate.

"I heard...... Our compatriots are running out of food? Will you run out of food in a few days? It's a problem, and our fleet can't go around with a bunch of food enough to feed a million people. ”

Shainin meant something.

"Yes, yes! But we have! We have enough food to support the noble Chinese brothers! We've even stocked quite a few of them! ”

Sartre's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Then if I put back you who shamelessly invaded our territory, should you ...... Give us some compensation for our losses and thank us for our generosity? You know, it is an irrefutable fact that you have carried out a shameless invasion of our territorial waters and caused us terrible losses? ”

Shainin asked again.

……

"Irrefutable! Absolutely irrefutable! Of course! That's a must! "Sartre is already overjoyed.

As long as I can get away from this demon quickly. He thought silently in his heart.

"That's fine, why do you start going around. You see, how harmonious it is. ”

Xie Ning smiled and patted Sartre's tearful face, but at this time it was already full of joy: "Then let's do it, wronged you to live in a prisoner of war camp on our side for ten or twenty days, and wait for your kingdom to send enough reparations?" ”

Sartre nodded with joy on his face.

"It's a bit of a lot, isn't it? We need to be able to eat for at least a few months...... Can you afford to eat? Can you negotiate if you can't bear it? However, you must know that you are His Royal Highness the Prince, and the indemnity is too small...... What an insult to your noble status! ”

Xie Ning said indignantly.

Sartre was stunned, but he also nodded violently.

……

"Just let them go?"

Some people in the crowd still had unwilling faces.

"It's also for food...... Otherwise, we'll be hungry in a few days. ”

"Moreover, we have cost them an entire new battlefleet, leaving not a single ship left for them. He also killed them as a Duke of the Sky Demon War. ”

"Yes, brother. Although they are despicable and shameless, after all, they have not caused us any damage, but we ...... This tone is actually enough, and everything must not be done, otherwise it will not benefit anyone. We have to at least think about the children, they can't go hungry. ”

There was someone beside him who whispered.

……

Shainin looked at Sartre, but nodded, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something again, and when he turned around, his eyes were full of sympathy.

"Oh yes, dear Sartre, you know, we've been running out of food lately, and we're going to have to go to the sea to catch fish, so for the prisoners of war...... You get the idea. Eat only one meal a day, and it should be no problem in ten or twenty days, right? Or, let your kingdom send enough food for you sooner? ”

"Oh no!" Sartre, who was full of joy, was stunned when he heard this, his expression changed miserably in an instant, and he was already hoarse.

"Your Highness, I am also a prince, you must at least let me be fed! You're going to need food too! ”

He screamed.

……

"Aren't you and are not prepared to feed our people? Let's all experience it...... As for food, after asking for this batch of indemnities, we really don't need it. ”

Shain, who was getting farther and farther, smiled without looking back.

"How is that possible! You still have to live in a barren land, can you go anywhere else? ”

Sartre suddenly became anxious.

"No, Your Highness! Don't leave! You are also a nobleman! How could those ordinary people be the same as our noble aristocrats, and we demanded treatment that matched our status! Also, Your Highness, you have to think about the future of your people, and there is still a great opportunity for you to cooperate with the Kingdom. Or, you can provide the technology, we can provide the food, and the two sides will take what they need, and continue to cooperate-"

Cavill behind Sartre had a light in his eyes, and he was already shouting to Shainin's back.

Then, abruptly, his voice stopped.

……

Shainin, who had already walked away, turned around suddenly, his face was already full of hideous anger, he raised his hand and grabbed Cavill from afar.

The hissing sound of cold snorting was already heard in the crowd one after another.

People only saw His Highness Ning, who turned around in anger, scratched in the air, obviously grabbing the air, but Cavill in the distance suddenly appeared in his palm, and he pinched his neck!

"What's going on? What the hell skills? So windy? Several young people of Chinese descent in the crowd were already muttering in aphasia.

"So handsome......" A few little girls of Chinese descent had stars in their eyes.

……

"As I said, we don't need even a grain of grain from you in the future, we just need your indemnity this time. And they are my blood compatriots, brothers and sisters of the same race! They have been wronged, and we have to get it back for them! ”

"As for you...... In my eyes, you are nothing! ”

Xie Ning looked coldly at Cavill, who was almost out of breath when he was in the air, and was already paralyzed by the frightening scene.

If it weren't for the fierce battle between the mountains and the sea, I would have to carry out Plan C to prepare for a big event, and I wouldn't have time to entangle with your bullshit kingdom, and you would have been able to exchange some food for our preparation stage, and it would have been useful, I would have crushed you to powder a long time ago!

And now, you're actually at this time! Do you still want to use food to blackmail Lao Tzu and bargain with Lao Tzu? And even have to inch in, starting the idea of our technology?

Idiot, if you are really forced to be helpless, won't Lao Tzu change places with you? Will it still hold the lifeblood in your hands, and exchange technology for you to grow again? Are you insulting my IQ? Or am I really an idiot who can deceive me?

……

It's just that you don't know it yet, I really don't like your garbage place - Nagrand is rich and beautiful, and it is vast! In the months since I left, Academician Qian and the others have also researched the space crack neutralizer and officially put it into production! Just put a few hundred of them there, and there will never be danger there, at least on the ground!

Although our space magic technology is still in its infancy, we may not be able to strengthen the weak points of space involving the laws of the plane and prevent the opening of the passage in this life.

But we can at least neutralize those ubiquitous rifts and turn what you see as a forbidden area for humanity into fertile ground for us! The root of Plan C!

So, we only need one batch...... Transitional food!

……

"Take them down! As I said, good hospitality! This person, since he still has the energy to be whimsical, it is better to eat one meal every two days. ”

"As for whether he can survive it...... If that doesn't work, let's say that the honorable Marquis de Cavill was killed while playing a game of hide and seek with Duke Triss in prison. ”

"We ...... Just let a living prince go back, wouldn't it? ”

He put Cavill down and said coldly.

Cavill flickered, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"No—" he screamed hoarsely.

"Your Royal Highness, please help me!" He looked at Sartre again in despair.

Sartre remained standing, his pupils dilated beyond comprehension by the strange scene in front of him.

Purple Strange Magical ...... Crazy ghosts in the sky...... Now, it's weird again......

He is...... Demon......

He looked at Shainin's back, ignoring Cavill's screams, and was already trembling and thinking.

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That night, Sartre stayed awake all night.

God, when has my noble Highness Sartre suffered like this? I should lie on the elegant big bed, enjoy the massage of several favorite concubines, and by the way, eat delicate, ordinary people can not eat in a lifetime, and quietly enjoy my life, a good life!

But now, why did I come to such a place?

The bed was hay and had a strong smell of urine scratching on it. Dinner was bean cake - something that even the horses of our honorable Prince Sartre did not like to eat!

But now, Sartre can only sit on the bed, smell the faint fragrance, bite off the hard bean cake that is almost as hard as a brick, put it in his mouth and slowly melt it softly, and then swallow these rough things that almost scratch his throat with difficulty.

With each swallow, Prince Sartre's eyes filled with tears.

……

But it's better than the idiot of Cavill!

Sartre suddenly stared fiercely at a figure in the next cell, and thought comfortingly.

Damn bastards! If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up in this situation, it's all your fault! Do you still want to deceive His Royal Highness Ning's technique? You deserve to have nothing to eat! Curse you to hell, bastard!

Sartre looked at Cavill's shrunken figure and cursed through gritted teeth.

Immediately, he swallowed the last bite of bean cake, and in a hurry found a bowl full of water from the broken bowl, and swallowed it with a clatter.

He suddenly felt that his burning belly was finally not so empty, and sighed with satisfaction.

Then, against the strange smell, he lay down on the bed and covered himself with hay.

……

The night was huddled in the hay, and he felt that the night was incomparably long.

However, such a thing is called...... At least ten or twenty days away.

I'm a little hungry again...... It's so cold all over......

It's just that he said that he wants to let a living prince go back.

God, at the hands of this demon, I finally survived?

Sartre couldn't cry, and he thought about it with the joy of the rest of his life. (To be continued.) )