Before this negotiation took place, Vincent didn't really expect to catch a big fish.

The nobles are the most desperate for their lives, no matter how hard they work when they advocate war in the rear, there is a high probability that they will be absent during the battle, after all, war is not a show, it will kill people, and it is full of accidents.

Even if they are not absent, most of them retreat to the rear remote control after a moment of agitation, although the leader is majestic, but also to weigh the strength and character of the opponent.

Therefore, it was really unexpected that Lingus himself, as the planner and direct commander of the war, could appear in a group of defeated troops, instead of running away early, or remotely controlling and cursing in the fortified castle behind.

Perhaps the initial bravery and determination of the Herodians was due to the presence of the prince on the front line.

I had never met the prince myself, and my knowledge of this man was only hearsay, and the negotiation was nothing more than a euphemism for a threat—it was inappropriate to call it a negotiation by the victor's order to the loser.

Although he really wanted to invite his uncle to check it, Grand Duke Xia De had already taken the repaired music box to enjoy it himself, and at this time he was riding on the back of a flying bone dragon, enjoying the artistic conception of music under the shadow of the moon.

The chair that Vincent prepared for the prince was strangely shaped, unlike the upholstered chairs used by ordinary nobles, this chair was not only wide, more than enough for one person to sit down, and when he sat down, the whole leg and back were sunk into flannel, but there was also the tenacity to support.

In addition to the chair is wrapped in flannel, the back of the chair is also decorated with bright yellow gold lacquer carved wood strips, which looks elegant and luxurious, both practical and full of ingenuity. Read the book

It's a big fuss to insult people with this kind of thing.

After Lingus sat down, his tired body was wrapped in a chair, and he didn't want to sit up anymore.

"This chair is good." Lingus sat down in his chair, stretched his legs comfortably, and commented, "The soft flannel and the delicate workmanship, and this indescribable support, I have never seen before...... But even if you give this to me, I won't surrender."

Seeing the prince, who had begun to relax, Vincent was not in a hurry, but snapped his fingers lightly.

The padding in the chair was surging, startling the prince, but he gradually let down his guard when he realized that it was just a skillful massage of the muscles of various parts of his body, and the force and position were still quite useful.

"What kind of chair is this, is it magical?" Lingus twisted his neck, feeling his sore muscles being pressed and rubbed over and over again, and couldn't help but hum comfortably, "It's not bad, it's really not bad, and if you don't want to give it to me, I don't mind buying one for gold coins...... Oh, you're going to enjoy it, you demons...... What is this chair called......

"This is the 'Ge You Happy Chair,'" Vincent replied calmly, "You can also call it 'The Sofa,' the massage is not bad, right?"

"It's good, but what's inside?" Lingus asked, narrowing his eyes, "It feels like someone is massaged."

"I have to correct it, there's no one in there, only slimes with special tentacles."

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The prince opened his eyes instantly, almost bounced out of his chair, and then looked back with apprehension.

"Those filthy scavengers," Lingus said with a nervous frown, "the thought of these things touching my body makes my hairs stand on end."

The aristocratic lord is hypocritical, Vincent, who teased the prince, asked the slime to stop, and the chair returned to its original state.

"You're too prejudiced against demons and demon members...... This chair, like the relationship between our two countries, could have been harmonious, but as long as prejudices exist, it will only turn cooperation and reciprocity into antagonistic harm."

"Huh? Have we ever been reciprocal with each other?" Lingus quietly sat back in his chair and asked Vincent, "Since thirty years ago, you have been doing things that are indignant to all men and gods in our land."

"Books have to be turned back, people have to look forward, you are now full of hatred, and you can set yourself and your soldiers free

Is it?" Vincent still spoke unhurriedly, "If I hate you for sending the Knights to invade my territory and kill my people, would you still be alive and standing here?"

It seems that this demon clan is not trying to extort, but has other plans.

Although Lingus didn't think that this was what a demon should be, he still thought about the meaning of Vincent's words a little considering his situation.

The benevolence of the winner to the loser is actually already a gift, not to mention the vicious demon clan.

"Thank you for not killing us all, but the dignity and land of the kingdom are priceless, and I have no right to make any promises to you other than to buy this chair." Lingus stroked the armrest of the chair, crossed his legs and said, "Also, I want my fiancée to return to China, she is not suitable to stay here."

What did you do earlier? Vincent didn't hear much positivity in the request, more in passing.

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry tonight, and I'll play with him slowly.

"Oh, you didn't tell me anything about bringing Miss Nordberg home when you asked me about it, and I thought you were out of the marriage." Vincent said jokingly, "Did you ask her if she would like to go home?"

Hearing the word "divorce", Lingus was stunned for a moment, and regained his composure in an instant.

Although he looked at La Nina with a deliberate but warm look, the magician's answer discouraged Lingus, who was full of anticipation.

"I can't go back without my master's permission."

These words directly made the other blonde girl knight next to Vincent laugh. Read the book

"This vile and shameless curse has deprived the noble young lady of her mind and freedom."

Emotionally wasted and embarrassed, Lingus stood up and roared, but of course it was just an impotent rage.

"I wonder if you were so angry with her kidnappers when she was kidnapped by Herod, and why were you so indifferent?" Vincent continued to taunt the prince and nodded to La Niña, "What if I order you to go back?"

"I will obey my master's orders and go back with him." La Niña said expressionlessly, "Thank you, master."

The contrast in the woman's attitude is so big that the prince's face is disgraced.

"Enough! Let's end this farce!"

Giving orders to his fiancée in front of his fiancé, this demon is really bad!

Lingus, who felt that he had been robbed of everything, rushed towards Vincent, and suddenly a bright scythe appeared on his neck.

"Your Excellency, how much better are you than her?" Vincent said coldly, "The gentleman doesn't use his mouth, but we demons don't just do it...... One step further, the scythe will split your body and your ideal in two."

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