Van Memeer had guessed Kevin's plan correctly, albeit after a night of tricking. In fact, according to the original plan proposed by the dark elves, he was going to really kill a group of owls, but Kevin thought about it again and again, and still felt that this was too dangerous, and the final discussion result was to fight in a playful way.

After all, this side is the weak side, when you meet a strong person, you can only take out a knife and wave it twice, and the strong person sees it, maybe he will think about it and weigh it, so that there is room for negotiation, and both sides are easy to advance and retreat. And if you directly stab someone all at once, it will further anger the strong, and it will be even more difficult to end in the end.

The Dark Elf didn't think so, and he killed two Wyvern Knights at once, thinking that the Empire didn't do anything to him. But this time it's a collaboration after all, and if Kevin doesn't agree, he can't do anything.

In fact, the cooperation of the dark elves this time is very dangerous to him, unless the Imperial people rush to his embassy to declare war head-on, it is not a big deal to burn a few trees to him, these trees are all in the root system, and they can basically come back alive. Even if a few are unplugged, it is only a loss of some consumables. But for Kevin, crows aren't consumables.

Directly fighting a large group of owls head-on, really angering the other party, how do you know that the other party has no killer weapon? The weak will be self-righteous when they have a killer weapon, but in fact, the strong will only have more killer weapons. What's more, what damage can killing a few owls bring to the empire, how much experience can you add to yourself? You can only get a momentary refreshment, get a seemingly brilliant record, and make the road ahead more difficult.

The Empire understands what Kevin means, so the next step is to either negotiate, continue to fight, or negotiate while fighting. The two themselves do not conflict, after Van Meer asked Bradley, and at the same time got the news, Kevin and others finally took down the sign at the door that said "closed today", and the two sides decided to meet again.

The location of the interview was chosen in the kobold city lord building, which was no longer empty, and many representatives attended together, in addition to Lou Paule, the Empire, and the Dark Elves, there were also many other observer groups and cameos. The topics are how to find necromancers, how to resettle refugees from outside, and even how to rebuild after the war.

This issue is too big to be discussed in a short period of time. However, the empire has already mentioned post-war reconstruction, and it may not be far from the end of the war. With the investment of the empire, the harvest of the empire is inversely proportional, and the more you fight, the more boring it becomes, although it will not be immediately withdrawn, but at least it has been used as a backup option.

However, whenever and how the war is armistic, the necromancer must be found before the truce. This is the reason for the Empire to go to war, and it must be achieved.

Of course, those in the know know that the necromancer itself is raised by the Imperials, and maybe the Imperials will deliberately expose one for the sake of a truce? However, looking at the current negotiation rhetoric, the Imperials are trying to put all the problems on the head of the quilt brave, and even deliberately directly frame him as a necromancer.

On this point, Kevin and others are bound to refute it. It is necessary to dissociate oneself from one's own relations, and at the same time to put pressure on the empire.

Unlike the mutual spray in the tavern, everyone at the negotiating table speaks slowly, and every sentence is said after deliberation, sometimes even containing multiple routines. And these people are never speechless, and they are adept at using diplomatic rhetoric to circumvent difficult problems.

In such a purely rational setting, Kevin's synchronous illusion would not be used. What's more, the Imperial Sword Saint is on the other side, if he really provokes him, he can only die himself.

The day was spent in negotiations, and in the evening two plans were finally negotiated, first, to elect the next kobold city lord, and second, to temporarily build a temporary settlement outside the city, and drive all these people who were sitting at the gate over.

Kevin also hopes that the Imperials will spare his crows, even if they patrol in the air, but with an additional exception. There were also a number of other observation missions that made similar requests, after all, the means of communication for birds was not Lou Pauler's own. Being cleaned up by an owl is obviously a little too domineering.

The Imperials also proposed a compromise solution, which was to issue a license for registration. They will not attack birds with a license, but they must also be properly monitored, and those without a license will be killed. As for the reason, it is mainly to find the necromancer, so it completely controls the information of this generation and the sky.

Many countries do not agree with this. For Kevin, the priority now is how to feed the tiger cubs, and if the crows are also licensed, how to do the stealth mission?

For this reason, everyone quarreled for another afternoon, but there was no result, so they could only adjourn the meeting first.

In the evening, when I walked out of the kobold's castle lord's building, the election of the new city lord had already begun on the street next to it. Kevin walked over quietly with a little interest, and saw that many Imperial soldiers had occupied key positions, and on the surface they seemed to be sustaining, but in fact they were in town.

Looking at the kobolds again, all the people who came to run for election were young men, each rolling up their sleeves and screaming. And the way they campaigned was actually - wrenching their wrists.

Kevin had to sigh, this is really a place where martial arts are respected. Among them, there is a kobold who has won many battles, and one person has won more than a dozen people in a row, but he has already been blessed with power, and he can't be seen from the outside. The civilians here are still cheering and cheering, which is really ridiculous.

Kevin didn't want to look at it anymore, and he was a little bored in his heart, so he decided to go to the tavern and sit down. The tavern here is located in the Imperial Hotel, and no one will dare to smash it, but the price is on the more expensive side.

I found a place by the window, sat down, asked for a glass of ale, and drank it slowly.

"Alone?" Someone suddenly made the other side, and Kevin looked at it intently, but he didn't recognize it.

"You're ......," Kevin thought for a moment, "the new Recon Leader?" ”

"That's a good guess," the head of the reconnaissance group approved, "what?

"Everyone else has a job to do, but I'm more idle. Kevin laughed self-deprecatingly.

The reconnaissance leader smiled, and then changed the subject: "Yesterday, thanks to you, we didn't sleep well all night. ”

Kevin took a sip of his wine, but didn't answer.

"I heard that you scolded Van Mill with blood, and he even smashed a table for it?"

Kevin paused, "Oh? Then I'll say a moment of silence for that table." ”

The head of the reconnaissance group was slightly surprised: "Is there such a big contradiction between you?"

"Actually, no. Kevin replied.

"Then why are you scolding him so much?"

"Because he owes a curse. ”

Reconnaissance Chief: "......"

"Let's change the subject," Kevin began, "I saw a golden light flying into the distance on the roof of this building in the middle of the night, what was that?"

"Hmph. But the head of the reconnaissance group did not answer.

"Looking at the flight trajectory and distance, it doesn't look like a spell," Kevin asked himself, "Should it be some kind of flying monster?"

The reconnaissance commander smiled and began to drink himself.

Kevin changed his words: "Whatever it is, it's so stupid for a golden bird to fly in the night sky." It seems to me that even if the bird is golden, in this case it should be painted black, dyed or baked. As a master, you don't even know this, do you?"

The reconnaissance leader frowned slightly.

Kevin went on to say unceremoniously: "In my opinion, there is only one possibility for this golden bird. That is the tacky aesthetic of the owner, the feeling of a local tyrant and nouveau riche. Why else would a bird have to be golden? It's just as vulgar as those who hang gold chains and have gold teeth in their mouths, and who glow automatically wherever they go. ”

The reconnaissance leader put down the cup, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

And at this moment, Kevin suddenly felt a new emotion, which can be called "spraying". It is very similar to "hitting", but after suffering a certain degree of provocation, some people will choose to spray people as a way to vent. In fact, as a bard, this emotion should be the most familiar, but the emotions in his own body are not easy to detect, and he has to wait until others want to spray himself before he suddenly wakes up.

If he successfully perceives the spray, then as long as the synchronous illusion is added, as long as the other party speaks, he can let him spray himself continuously. That's a ...... Pleasant too.