"First meeting, Mr. Marula, you may call me Fosse. The black crystal spider—or something, Marula couldn't tell what it was—politely stretched out a long leg in salute to the mayor.

"Are you the creation of Mr. Faustus's sorcery?" said Mr. Mayor, despite his age, seemed to retain a strong curiosity, and he was still curious about what he had not yet seen.

Fosse thought about it for a moment and decided not to bother with the issue - the mayor's knowledge of spells and psionic powers had nothing to do with the rest of the negotiations, so Fosse didn't plan to do free science popularization either. "Yes, Mr. Mayor. He affirmed the mayor's idea.

The mayor didn't dwell too much on this issue, and he hurriedly asked, "How is Mr. Faust......us negotiating?" Can it ...... "The mayor's level of education is not high, and he racked his brains to think of an idiom.

"Negotiations are ongoing, Mr. Mayor. "Fosse and Faust are one and the same, they share everything with each other all the time, and Faust's sights and hearings Fosse can know without any misrepresentation.

It was time for John to introduce Squealer to Faust, and negotiations had not yet begun in earnest. But that didn't stop Fosse from going into an official affair with the mayor.

"Mr. Mayor, I'm not here to relay to you the negotiations on the other end in real time, we have our own business to discuss. Inevitably, the mayor continued to ask questions, and Foxi first blocked the opportunity for the mayor to ask questions.

Crystal Servants are fragments of the master's mind, and some of the master's traits will stand out, so their personality will be slightly different from that of the Psychic Warlock.

If Faust had been here, he wouldn't have treated the mayor with such an attitude. But the crystal servant Fosse seems to be quite narcissistic, so much so that it always has a condescending attitude towards things other than himself and Faust.

The mayor was not angry with Fosse's attitude - first, because he was past the age of flesh and blood, and second, he was still expecting Faust to win the negotiations, so naturally the tougher the other party, the more he liked.

"So, what does Mr. Faustus have to say to me?" said the old mayor, patiently, and continued to humbly ask Fosse - he had already figured out that if the distant water could not save the near fire, even if the Greenwood family had succeeded in making the city lord pay a huge price afterwards, what did that have to do with him?

Strange as the mayor's precedence, Fosse – or Faust behind Fosse – is still happy, and if the other side puts on a low profile at the beginning of the negotiation, it often means that the other side is ready to give in, and the argument between the two sides only needs to focus on the cost.

"Of course, it's a question of where Marula is going to go, you don't think it's going to be the same in the past, Mr. Mayor?" Frosie let his voice take on a slightly surprised tone.

The scarf is also very keen on sarcasm, perhaps it is a manifestation of Faust's bad roots—narcissistic, proud, and vitriolous.

The rhetorical question of "uh......" made Mayor Mare slightly embarrassed - he really had similar fantasies. "And what do you think?" the mayor wisely tossed back the question to Fosse, which he had learned over the years - if you don't have a fixed opinion, you might as well ask someone else's opinion.

Fosse, of course, knew that the old mayor had no plan at all—it didn't even need psionic powers, and the old mayor's negotiation skills were not even as good as John's, and his every thought was written on his face.

However, this was in line with Fosse's wishes, and he wanted the mayor to carry out his plan, not another plan. "Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for your willingness to listen to me. It tactfully mocked the mayor again, and it seemed that he was better at this kind of thing than Faust.

"You know, it's impossible for you to remain independent, just imagine, even if the city lord's annexation plan fails, the Rootlingwood family will do whatever it takes to keep the village. Fosse's voice became hazy again, "But what about after that? are they relieved that the fat that they bothered to take will lie defenselessly beside the city lord?"

"That's impossible, even in the best case, they will send a team of soldiers, stationed here for a long time, enter to threaten the city lord, retreat can open up the south, it is simply a treasure of feng shui. "In fact, Marula is far from strategically important—it is separated from Redstone to the north by a mountain range, and to the south there is not enough population to support the population that Redstone's territory can support.

But in order to convince the mayor, Fosse doesn't mind being a little alarmist. Although his words were full of loopholes, the mayor was a barely literate carpenter with no military knowledge to speak of, and it was enough to deceive him.

"That'...... "If the mayor of the town is asked to fight against the primitive tribes, or fight with the merchants, he can deal with it calmly, but once faced with this kind of political problem, he can only turn around, and he can't find a solution.

Fosse couldn't have been happier to see the mayor of the town being stripped of his disguise - Professor Pacien's message showed the mayor looking like he was behind it, and it now seemed that it was probably a poor imitation of someone he had met before, and after that, he met Faust with a tough military style, but in reality he didn't even know how to use a sword.

Peeling back the layers of masks, this old man with six gods and no master is now the real mayor. However, the so-called life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, so it seems that Mr. Mayor can be regarded as a master of life.

"The question is simple, accept Mr. Faustus's plan. Fosse had never bothered to say anything tactful about this retarded mind—it had made a tactful mockery of the mayor, but it seemed that the mayor had no idea.

It goes on to say: "Monsieur Faustus is always right, and Monsieur Faustus is infallible." He would have thought of a proper solution – but it was better not to think about continuing to maintain self-government. Fosse used a little hypnosis, he didn't want to waste his tongue with a fool

"What are the plans of Mr. Faustus? I mean, I need to refer to them. "The mayor of the town has completely lost ground, and the negotiation methods prepared by Fosse are useless, in fact, he has only stated the stakes, and the old man has completely submitted.

But on the flip side, this is already the best option for the mayor - both the lord and Greenwood have enough power to take full control of the village, and on the surface, only Faust lacks this ability.

However, it only seems that in reality, with the strength of Faust's team, they can even suppress the entire town by force - it is not impossible for Professor Pacion to turn the whole town into ashes if he wants to.

"The plan is simple, Mr. Faustus will pay for the town, which means that he will be the tax collector here—of course, he will pay your protection money, I mean, the taxes owed in previous years, and you will not even have to pay taxes for the next five years. But the price is that your goods must be in the exclusive possession of Monsieur Faustus. Fosse's words became more and more straightforward, as if he was afraid that the mayor would not understand.

His tone was full of confidence, and this plan was indeed not good - if he changed to a few others, not only would he inevitably monopolize trade, but he would even have to charge high taxes, and if the lord was cruel, he might even recruit them all to fight.

"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.