Andrew looked angry and was about to speak, but Severn III raised his hand to stop him, so he could only sulk himself, secretly complaining that Ivo was late at this time, Prince Renault's arrogant attitude angered him, Andrew wanted to draw his sword and slash the other party alive, but seeing the old sword saint beside Prince Renault who was close his eyes and recuperating, he could only give up this plan to die stupidly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a sudden gust of wind pressure overhead, and a huge shadow covered the negotiation table, and the change was abrupt, and the envoys were shocked and guarded against each other, Renault's old sword saint suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword was half sheathed, and the masked assassin of Baria quickly drew his dagger, leaving a series of afterimages, and after the two tenth-level powerhouses responded, they caught a glimpse of the old god Donald of Lasses sitting still on the ground, and couldn't help but be stunned.

A frost dragon crashed towards the negotiating table at high speed, and just as Barria and Renault's guardians were about to make a move, an angry voice came from the dragon's back, "A little bit, do you want to smash the king to death?"

The Frost Dragon changed its landing point crookedly, and landed dozens of meters away with a thud, splashing sand and dust.

Prince Renault exclaimed, "What is it?"

Ivo jumped off the dragon's back, and when he heard this, he opened his mouth and scolded, "You are the thing!"

Prince Renault was furious, "I'm not a thing!"

"You're very self-aware. ”

"Are you ......" Prince Reynolds suddenly suppressed his anger and frowned, "Ivo Harriken?"

Ivo ignored Prince Reno, moved a chair to himself, threw it on the negotiating table with a snap, turned over and sat down, his legs hanging on the table, holding his head in both hands, and asked lazily, "Where is the negotiation?"

Barria and Renault's messengers looked at each other, the solemn atmosphere of saber rattling was washed away, and Ivo's arrogant demeanor calmed the audience.

The role he plays is blackface, that is, to be aggressive, Ivo looked at Prince Renault and raised his eyebrows: "Lao Tzu asks you something, don't be stupid like an oak stake there, pretend to be deaf and blind." ”

Prince Renault snorted angrily, but instead of breaking out, he sat down, changed his previous arrogant attitude, and said with a calm face: "The amount of compensation is too large, King Lasses, it is difficult for us to accept your offer." ”

Barria and Renault were afraid of Ivo's Harrican Line, because Ivo had never participated in the war and only transported logistics, so Renault and Barria regarded the Harrican Line as another force, and there was a certain amount of luck.

Ivo attended the negotiations and made it clear that the Harrican Line was on the same front as the Kingdom of Lasses, shattering the luck of both sides, and Prince Reynolds had to put away the arrogance and strength he had deliberately shown in order to reduce the price.

Judging from the performance just now, Ivo is obviously a madman without scruples, Prince Renault doesn't dare to go too out-of-line, if he really angers Ivo, then he will get away with it, and the 100,000 troops of the Harrican Line will teach him to be a man in minutes.

Evel also sat down, his eyes lingering on Ivo, as if with deep meaning, Ivo noticed that she was looking at herself, and hooked her finger teasingly, "My little princess, miss me?"

"Presumptuous!" Kane furious.

Ivo glared, not to be outdone, and shouted, "There's something about you, shut up!"

Kane's momentum was suffocating, he was Ivo's defeated subordinate, and he was born short in the face of Ivo, and his egg hurt incomparably.

Ewell didn't care, but the corners of his mouth hung a charming arc, and he turned to Severn III and said, "The amount of compensation you are asking for is too large, I think it should be cut by forty percent." ”

Severn III: "No, you have destroyed my royal city, and such compensation can barely compensate for the loss of Lasses." ”

"But ......"

With Ivo in charge, the negotiations were back on track, with the emissaries of the three parties arguing with each other over the amount of compensation.

Ivo was dedicated, always keeping his role in mind, interjecting and scolding Renault and Barria every time they were lowering prices, interrupting their endless rhetoric and being aggressive, making Barria and Renault's envoys angry.

Prince Renault was so angry that he couldn't do anything about Ivo.

The negotiations lasted from morning to afternoon, and only then did they barely reach a consensus on the four conditions, a total of seventeen conditions, and Ivo was overwhelmed by the efficiency of the grinding and chirping just thinking about it, and it was better to have a meeting in his own territory.

The first day of negotiations went well, and all three parties expected the negotiations to take place for several days, prepared tents, food, and water, and slept in the open at night, with their respective armies stationed in the distance, enough to defend themselves against possible dangers in the field, or other forces with ulterior motives.

The camps of the three parties are not far apart.

The night was deep, and the clouds obscured the moon.

Candles crackled and lit up the tent, a simple set of tables and stools, a simple hammock, all that was in Ivo's tent.

In the dead of night, the tripartite missions were basically asleep, and through the lacquered tent, Ivo could also hear the faint snoring next door, and turned over in the hammock in some annoyance, and as the hammock shook, he couldn't sleep even more.

Seeing that the war was about to end, Ivo had mixed feelings, and he naturally wanted peace to come, but when this moment really happened, he was a little dazed to find that he was used to life in war, and even when this life was about to disappear, he would feel reluctant.

"Damn it. Ivo rubbed his nose, "I'm not going to be a war maniac." ”

Then there was a knock on the curtain of the tent, and Ivo sat up, discerning the comer from the smell, and said, "Your Majesty, please come in." ”

Severn III walked in and smiled, "I didn't bother you." ”

"You've made my insomnia worse. Ivo patted his cheek, "Sit casually." ”

Severn III looked at the only chair speechlessly, hesitated, sat down anyway, and twisted his ass a little awkwardly.

Ivo simply sat cross-legged in the hammock, swayed with the swaying, and asked, "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with coming to me so late?"

Severn III cleared his throat and cut to the chase, "I have something I want to discuss with you, after the war, Lasses will resume production, it is very troublesome to appoint administrators of all classes, to balance the power of the nobility, I hope to consolidate the position of the royal family, the original royal city has been destroyed, I hope to move the capital to the Harrican Line, so that the new Lasseth City will become the new royal city." ”

Ivo's eyes lit up, this was his goal, Severn III took the initiative to mention it, saving him a lot of effort, and said with a frown: "Your Majesty, this is the original intention of me to build the new city of Ruses. ”

Without waiting for Severn III to be pleased, Ivo said, "But you know that I am not a selfless person, what are you willing to pay?"

Severn III sighed and said slowly, "I will give you a grand knighthood ceremony, proclaim your bravery and glory to the whole realm, and retain the honorary lord of New Ruses City, which will be yours for the rest of your life." ”

"I deserve it," Ivo rubbed his fingers unceremoniously, "is there any other benefit?"

Severn III looked helpless, "What do you want?"

Ivo touched his chin, "I need the kingdom's unconditional protection and guarantee. ”

Severn III was stunned, with Ivo's current status, basically no one wanted to mess with him, the protection of the kingdom was dispensable for him, and even Ivo was sheltering Lasses, Severn III didn't understand why Ivo wanted this condition, and couldn't help asking: "Who can be unfavorable to you?"

Ivo made a lip shape—

Holy See.

(To be continued.) )