"No, absolutely not! The mayor flatly refused, as if the person who hesitated before and had no master of the six gods was not him.

What's the deal with your brain?, the Spirit Crystal Servant Fosse wanted to question the old mayor. Faust's plan took care of the interests of the three parties, and it could almost be said to be perfect, and this old stubborn did not agree?

But Fosse didn't like it in such a straightforward way, and he asked the right question: "Oh, what do you mean? I think I'm making it very clear that this plan will satisfy everyone......

"I'm not satisfied!" said the old mayor, who interrupted Fosse rudely, "what is this? gone the Lord and Greenwood, and here is Mr. Faustus?" Do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

Mayor Mare seemed to be furious about the plan, "There can only be one Mayor in Marula, and that's me, Marula!" he slammed the table as if doing so would shake Fosse.

Fosse secretly sneered, this kind of negotiation relies on the roaring person, Faust has seen a lot. This is not to say that this is unseemly, in fact, feigning to lose control and arguing are part of the negotiation, and many prominent diplomats are good at it.

But Mayor Mare is not a diplomat, he is really out of control, he is really strong - Fosse can even think of his next move, he will repeat his point of view and refuse to make any effective communication until the other party gets impatient and agrees to his terms, or simply disposes of him.

However, Fosse didn't take this set, and Mayor Mare didn't have the confidence to use this tactic. Originally, this was Pacien's impromptu decision to sell Faust a favor, and Faust would have patted his ass and left, and the mayor of the town was afraid that he would really fall into the same field that Fosse had just said - or even worse, given the mayor's prestige, he would probably die of illness or accident as a result.

Fosse was not as good and forbearant as Faust, on the contrary, he couldn't help but want to ridicule everyone and exalt himself.

So he opened his mouth—this time in a less friendly tone than before, "Maybe you don't understand the current situation, Mr. Marula. The host's offer is your best choice and your only choice. ”

"I don't care! there can only be one voice in Marula, and that's my voice!" Fosse's words seemed to provoke the mayor of the town even more resistantly, and he flew into a rage, even waving his fist to knock down the spirit crystal servant hanging in the air.

"If you don't carry out Mr. Faust's plan, you'll have to wait for the lord or the Greenwood family to take over your possessions—in my opinion, the lord of the city plundered first, and then the Greenwood family took over the place. And you, most of all, were killed in the first conflict. Ignoring the mayor's rants and threats, Fosse simply stated his point and sent the phrase to the mayor's head with the help of psionic power.

This hand worked very well, the mayor had never seen such a powerful "witchcraft thing" before, and he even stopped breathing for a second, and the seemingly endless anger was naturally extinguished.

But it only lasted for a moment, and then the mayor cursed even more rudely—he even grabbed the precious stool and tried to smash the spirit servant to pieces.

Fosse sighed silently, he already knew about another negotiation from Faust's side—although there were many intricacies, in the final analysis, the city lord's side had already been settled.

"In fact, my lord has persuaded the city lord's messenger that our plans can begin at once if you agree—and if you agree at once, I can even take charge of your taxes for the next ten years. Fosse threw out the news he had just gotten and paid some extra price.

This is a big no-no in negotiations, but in front of the mayor, this level of misstep is acceptable.

Fosse paid a very good price to get the mayor's promise quickly, and he expected the mayor to stop his ranting and agree.

He was wrong, very wrong. The mayor's demeanor has not changed, except that words such as "the lord's lackey" and "hanged profiteer" have been added to the curse.

Fosse is just fed up communicating with idiots. "Shut up, crumb. Are you born stupid, or have you been trained to be acquired? Have you diluted your brain?" An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he quoted scriptures in his heart to justify his anger.

"I'll give you five seconds to agree to the whole plan, or I'll screw your head off and display it as a specimen of the congenital fool...... Oh, I'm sorry, I might be exaggerating, but if you me off like that, you wouldn't have had such a miserable experience—you wouldn't have a head, nor a hand or a foot. ”

Fosse doesn't like to curse, and like Mayor Mare, he likes to make a little movement to improve his reliability. I saw that the crystal spider instantly disconnected the astral spider silk, and then fell freely and smashed on the table in front of the mayor.

The moment he hit the ground, eight spider legs grew underneath him, and now he looked like he wanted the two spiders to stick upside down.

The spider's leg on the table stomped with a slight force, catapulting his entire body into the air, just parallel to Mayor Mare's face. The mayor's eyes were still on the table—he hadn't reacted yet.

By the time his gaze shifted upwards and he raised his hand to fight back, it was too late - Fosse opened the spider legs on top of his head and hugged the mayor's head between his legs, and a flash of light flashed the mayor and the mayor fell silent for a moment - he fainted.

It's a pity that he just removed his chair, and he smashed his whole body to the ground. The blow woke him up, and he groaned, not trying to get up for a long time.

Fosse had long since detached himself from his face, and as he fell backwards, Fosse deftly jumped onto the table. At this moment he was looking at the old mayor who was lying on the ground moaning.

Knowing that the mayor was completely fine, he was relieved - it would not be wise to kill the mayor, and if he did, Faust would have to prepare to take down the entire town by force, and of course, if his Psychic Warlock level was higher, he could try to capture the entire town's slaves.

"You...... What have you done to me?" the mayor's voice had become weaker than ever, almost like he was ten years older. He curled up on the ground, his hands pinching his shoulders hard, his joints white.

This is Faust's newly mastered second-level psionic experience pain in the past few days, and he can bring the recipient back to his most intense pain - it is also a precursor to the fifth-level experience pain and the eighth-level experience death psychic.

"You remember the pain, don't you?" Fosse wasn't going to elaborate on the psychic ability - it was too disruptive. "This is just a warning, and I don't expect you to agree to my terms right away, but you have to act like you're negotiating. Now, let's start over, shall we?"

"Yes...... Yes, Mr. Fosse. Mayor Mare's voice was still weak, and it seemed that he was still in the aftermath of pain.

"Well, I sincerely apologize for my rude behavior, Mr. Mayor. Fossey bent his legs, apologetic.