"How are you going to convince us to adopt your plan?" asked John, straight to the point.

But when Faust heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that the other party had indeed considered his proposal, and was even quite moved. However, there was also an implicit message that frightened Faust a little—the lord of the city was in desperate need of the money, and his envoy was even willing to consider the plans of an alien of unknown origin.

In other words, the Lord may no longer be able to say anything about the boundaries of Redstone City, and his dominance is in jeopardy. The lord's authority comes from the military power at his disposal, so it seems that his army has most likely been severely damaged.

All this was Faust's conjecture, but he felt that it was most likely the truth. However, it doesn't matter to him whether it is the truth or not, he just needs to know that the other party needs his money very much, as for whether the city lord will use the money to replenish the army or repair the garden for a birthday banquet, Faust does not care.

Although the other party was the weaker party in terms of the purpose of the negotiation, Faust still had to take it seriously, he pondered for a while, and replied carefully word by word: "I understand your concerns, but I have to say that this is an opportunity, far better than your imposition of taxes in the town of Marula, and the main economic risks are borne by me......"

A shriveled Monsieur Squealer interrupted Faust and said, "Pardon me, Your Excellency, but we are not really worried about economic problems—as you can see, we are no longer in a position to consider economic matters. ”

Faust didn't ask how the other party saw through the problems he had already seen the city lord facing, a psychic warlock who was stronger than himself always had this kind of solution. Although Faust can guarantee that the other party cannot read his mind, he has no control over his micro-expressions and pheromones - he is still in the initial stage of a psychic warlock, and can only perform mental operations, and cannot extend to the physical body.

"Teacher, ......," exclaimed John Ledstone, who was not a telemancer and was therefore at a loss for such a conversation that contained a great deal of tacit secrets. He now feels that his teacher was too aggressive and exposed his weaknesses too soon.

The old man raised his hand to stop John's questioning, and it could be seen that John was afraid of him, even though he thought that the teacher had made a bad move, he still subconsciously closed his mouth.

Faust realized that it was the chief of staff who was the reason for John's sudden shrewdness, and he nodded, "I already have a guess, the city lord's army may have suffered a great setback." ”

John's eyes were excited again, but he still didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the teacher, but just glared at Faust, as if to ask Faust how he had learned the news.

This news is not actually a secret, but it is only circulated among the upper circles of the Redstone possessions, and it is difficult for a stranger like Faust to get to know it.

Squealer completely ignored John, perhaps feeling that he was not good enough to fight Faust, so decided to go into battle himself. He propped his hands on the table and leaned forward, "The City Lord's East China Sea Fleet was almost completely wiped out, which disrupted the financial plan for the quarter, and the City Lord raised money everywhere, but there was still a gap. ”

He almost told all the predicament faced by the city lord, and the rest can be simply deduced, it is nothing more than that the weakened city lord is no longer able to suppress the jackals and tigers under his command.

Faust was not happy, he frowned tightly, "Then why don't you accept my suggestion? As long as you agree to me, you will get a lot of money in an instant, although this is not worth mentioning compared to the loss of the city lord, but I believe that it will also make up for the city lord's financial shortfall." ”

This is a bit strange, it stands to reason that agreeing to Faust's request will benefit the city lord and will not harm - even if Faust's forces are strong and he has some intentions for the territory of Red Rock City, it will be a matter for the future, and it is the most important thing to overcome the current difficulties.

Squealer smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't want to accept such excellent conditions, you know, the city lord needs this money very much. He paused, and suddenly brought up the previous topic, "Do you remember? I said that the city lord's East China Sea Fleet suffered heavy losses. ”

Faust nodded in remembrance. Squealer continued, "So, I didn't say what kind of enemy attacked the city lord's fleet, did I?"

Faust had a bad premonition, the East China Sea Fleet, the enemy who appeared inexplicably...... Don't...... Faust looked up in surprise and looked at Squealer in shock.

"That's right, according to the survivors' descriptions, their enemies are weirdos with fins in their ears who can travel between land and water with ease. They appeared out of thin air with a burst of white light, and quickly clashed without understanding the language, so that the East China Sea Fleet was destroyed like a decay. Squealer stared at Faust.

This is bad news, but it makes sense - the Lord's fleet has been crisscrossing the eastern seas for decades, and this time it must have been an enemy that has never been seen before, and speaking of such opponents, a group of visitors from the other world have settled here recently.

John's reaction was bigger than Faust's, his eyes widened, and he looked between Squealer and Faust—especially Faust's ears—and he finally couldn't help but disobey his teacher's injunction, "What did you say? Didn't my father's fleet be destroyed by a storm?"

But neither Squealer nor Faust paid any attention to John - there was no need to explain to him at the moment, and even his teacher Squealer would not teach in front of his negotiating opponent.

This time it was Faust's turn to smile bitterly, "If I say that I don't know anything about what my country is doing, will you believe it? I have been away from my country for a while." Of course, Faust didn't know anything about this, and he was talking to Legba when it happened.

Unexpectedly, Squealer nodded, he leaned back in his chair relaxedly, and said casually: "Of course I believe you, Mr. Faustus, you really don't know anything about it. "Needless to say, this is still a psychic trick.

John didn't question anything this time, but his face was cloudy, as if he was thinking about something—but still no one cared, and in the eyes of both sides of the negotiation, John was just an atmosphere regulator.

"However, the lord of the city will not believe you. Squealer closed her eyes slightly and continued. "The lord of the castle is a man of humble and sincere heart, but he is very assertive, and only takes what he thinks is reasonable—this is his flaw, and there are many genius ideas that he rejects, and only those vulgar but barely functional plans can be carried out. ”

Faust understood that, in fact, this is what makes a good ruler. Such people understand that the world is not driven by the whims of individual geniuses.

Faust frowned, "So, what do you suggest?" Just as Squealer could detect some of his intentions, Faust could also detect Squealer's, especially if the other party did not deliberately hide it.

Squealer suddenly smiled weirdly, "Of course I have advice, of course, my compatriots, my brothers. ”

He waved his hand, and John's face instantly turned purple, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. A thin red thread slowly emerged from his throat, then rapidly expanded.

John's head rolled to the ground, a cavity of hot blood spurting more than a foot high, and quickly weakened, finally turning into a slow-flowing dark red liquid.