The city of Sal welcomed three negotiators of the Naga tribe.

As Leon had predicted, the Naga tribes of the Everglades chose negotiation over revenge, and their sparse population made them very concerned about the safety of each of them.

Therefore, Leon, who had four captives in his hands, completely took the initiative in the negotiations.

After a somewhat peaceful conversation, Naga's emissaries accepted Leon's request in exchange for four of his clansmen.

Leon's conditions were not too much at all, first of all, he and the Naga tribe determined the scope of each other's territories, and made a clear boundary between the Sal Territory and the Great Swamp, solving the big problem of blurring the boundaries of the territory.

The Swamp is still the Naga Swamp, but with the edge of the Swamp as the line, and the mountains and forests to the east and southeast as the territory of the Thrall, there is no longer any dispute.

The second point of the negotiations is a peace agreement, in which both sides promise not to invade each other's territory and not to provoke a war.

According to the practice of the Glow Continent, the term of this agreement is ten years.

Leon is well aware that there can be no eternal peace.

Salling currently needs an environment for peaceful development, not to mention ten years, as long as there is three or five years of stable development, then even if the Naga attack again, he will not have the slightest fear.

These two conditions can be said to be fair and reasonable, and even the three Naga messengers were a little surprised.

So the negotiations went quite smoothly, and the Naga emissary quickly signed his name on the document of the division of the territory and the peace agreement.

However, as they were leaving, one of the Naga said to Leon, "We'll be back!"

Leon just smiled at such a provocation - you want to come back, we also want to take back the homeland where the Ug tribe has lived for generations!

At Léon's invitation, Kritina and two Templars participated in the negotiations.

Although she did not express any opinion during the entire negotiation process, the presence of the Templar still put a lot of pressure on the Naga emissaries.

At least let the Nagas understand that Sal Ling is definitely not to be insulted, and if they have the idea of repenting in the future, then they will think twice.

And through this negotiation, Kritina also saw Leon's determination and confidence to develop and expand the territory.

It was a perfect win for Leon.

Naga's messenger left that night, and Kritina returned to Glay the next morning with her retinue and Xueni.

However, the city of Sal did not calm down, and in the afternoon of the same day, a caravan of gray camels, escorted by a group of mercenaries, arrived in the city of Sal.

For this purpose, Leon held a grand welcome dinner at the Lord's Palace.

Of course, this caravan that can pass through the blockade of Collinworth leads has a different identity, it is a merchant group under the Glay Mercenary Guild, and even if Viscount Melle hates Sal Ling, he does not dare to openly oppose the mercenary union.

The leader of the caravan, Bartlemi Fawkes, is an old merchant of fox descent who also holds the title of Lord as a member of Grand Forks.

The so-called Big Forks refers to the main lineage of the upper clan, such as Tiger of the Tiger Clan, Rhine of the Lion Clan, and Wolf of the Wolf Clan, which have a higher bloodline than the branch clan with the second surname.

This Bartlemi Fox is also the representative of the Glay Mercenary Guild sent to Salling to negotiate with Leon to establish a union office in Saarland.

Leon's small investment in a few mercenaries quickly paid off.

"Baron Leon, you are such a miracle worker!"

At the banquet, the old fox merchant took a sip of mellow fruit wine and said to Leon with a smile: "I am afraid that from now on, Salling will never be called a wild land again." ”

From the other party's eyes, Leon saw something different, the old fox had something to say, and seemed to understand his details.

This is also very normal, the mercenary union is widely informed, if you want to know Leon, you will definitely be able to get something unknown to ordinary people.

"But at present, Salling still faces many difficulties and problems..."Leon smiled, "so we welcome the mercenaries and hope to establish a good friendship with the union." ”

"Salling has built a large enough house for the union, which can be regarded as a gift of our sincerity to the union!"

Bartlemi squinted his eyes, and the smile on his face was even stronger: "Thank you so much, Your Excellency!"

The old fox's heart is not as calm as it seems.

This trip, the territorial cities established in the depths of the forests and mountains, the fierce and powerful thunder beast warriors, and the old and shrewd lord Leon all left a deep impact on him.

After understanding in advance, Bartlemi was well aware of the current situation faced by Sal City, and of course understood the reason why Leon took the initiative to show favor to the mercenary union.

When he first arrived in Saarland, the old fox merchant still had the idea of making more money for the union and for himself.

But through the communication with Leon, his mind has changed - only looking at the immediate benefits and giving up the long-term development is definitely not the work of a good businessman.

Both sides are smart people, some words are enough, Salling is hospitable, and the atmosphere of the dinner is so warm, why bother talking about business at this time.

The banquet in the evening was all presided over by Richard, the chief chef of Salling, fresh game from the forest, fatty fish caught in the Nucang River, and mushrooms and wild vegetables with morning dew... Under the chef's careful cooking, it has become a delicious dish that is full of admiration.

Barrels of fruit wine brewed by the Uger tribe were served, and Rock Hammer and Concordia challenged Bartleymi's retinue, and the friendship between the two sides immediately skyrocketed.

Leon singled out Bartlemi, don't look at the old fox's thin figure, he didn't have any ambiguity when he drank wine, and he poured more than ten glasses in a row without changing his face.

When the wine was hot, Léon took out his own cigar smoke, toasted it, and lit one himself and gave it to Bartlemi.

The old fox had never smoked before, and he was a little hesitant at first, but he couldn't help but be curious when he saw Leon swallowing the clouds, and tried to taste it under Leon's guidance.

After smoking a cigar, he liked it: "Yes, this thing is very special, very suitable for nobles!"

"Mr. Bartlemi, this is our unique cigar smoke," Leon introduced with a smile, "the number is very small, if you like, I'll give you some tomorrow." ”

"Cigar smoke, the name is special. There was a look of interest in Bartlymi's eyes: "I like it very much, thank you!"

"Of course, good things can't just be shared with yourself!" Leon smiled, "You can bring some back with you and share them with your friends, and if you think it's good, we can supply them for a long time." ”

"Baron Leon, it's a shame that I found out that you weren't a businessman!" Bartlemi laughed, unable to hide his admiration for Leon.

How could he not understand that Leon was going to borrow his own hands to sell this so-called "cigar smoke", this kind of thing did not exist before, if only Salling could make it exclusively, then once it was accepted and popular by the nobles, the profit would definitely not be small.

"I can help you sell, but our merchant group wants full agency!" the old fox lion said.

In Bartlymi's opinion, this thing was simply made for the nobility, and there was absolutely no need to worry about the lack of sales.

Leon smiled, shook his finger and said, "It's not okay at all, there is no problem with the exclusive agent of the Southwest Province." ”

In Leon's expectation, Salling wants to go out and develop, and it is impossible to do without his own fist specialty, and the mineral deposits contained in the mountains can be counted as one.

However, Leon didn't want to just sell resources to get the money he needed to grow, so only he knew how to make cigars became a big choice.

Now Leon's cigars are still roasted, not real cigars, as long as he can open up sales, he can build a special cigar workshop to make authentic cigars for the aristocracy, that is the real sustainable profiteering project.

It didn't take much effort to talk to smart people, and Leon and Bartlimi had a very pleasant exchange, and the two sides quickly reached a preliminary cooperation agreement.

The dinner lasted until late at night, and the old fox, who had been forced to pour dozens of glasses of fruit wine by Leon, finally collapsed and was helped to the guest room to rest.

After killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 of himself, and arranging for someone to settle the guests, the drunken Leon returned to his bedroom.

He had just pushed open the door when someone suddenly grabbed his arm: "My lord, you are drunk, let me serve you to bathe!"

The soft voice was in the ears, and the fragrance of the female body was like a spark falling into a powder keg, which suddenly ignited the ** that had been accumulated in Leon's body for a long time.

Leon, who was a little dizzy, held the person next to him in his arms a little rudely, and stretched out his big hand to knead her plump twin peaks and round buttocks up and down.

The woman in her arms let out a whisper, not only did not resist Leon's aggression, but stretched out her arms to hug his tiger waist tightly, and took the initiative to raise her head and give a fragrant kiss.

Instinctively, Leon felt that something was wrong, as Elder Munstein had repeatedly explained that she could not eat until she had become a true shaman.

But didn't Shelly go to Gray City with Kritina?, Leon shook his head vigorously, and made himself sober a little.

He found out that it was Xue Ni in his arms, but the black elf An Lan!

With a delicate body with an incomparable sense of surname, a charming and beautiful face, and the softness of Ren Jun's picking, Leon feels that he is holding a fire.

If he can bear it in such a situation, he is simply not a man!

Leon is certainly a man, and a man of men!

(To be continued)