Negotiate?

How do unequal people sit at the same table?

"Your letter, Lord Wick."

The rare one is not a letter sent with an owl.

John waved his hand and motioned for the man to go out.

Picking up the letter, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"It's been a long time since I've written with a pen."

Looking at the unpretty-looking words, John could imagine how angry he must have been when the other party could not contact him by phone and could only write letters.

Sweep the letter through.

"It's time for a business trip." John had a smile on his lips.

Just let yourself see how proud the hunter who came with a shotgun was.

"Prepare my luggage for me."

John spoke, and the surrounding things began to be cleaned up.

He personally doesn't need much luggage, but after all, he has to pretend to be weak.

To show weakness to the enemy, it is necessary to make people look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

The exaggerated trunk opened its mouth, and pieces of magic crystals jumped in.

Penelope knocked on John's office door.

Now that John has booked the location of the magical realm, it is only natural that the Ministry of Magic will also become John's subordinate.

Penelope and Percy are very husband and wife, and they are used to reporting to work with a straight face when they are in the office.

"Lord Wick, work has begun on the Great Migration."

"The Silverhand Fashion Building, the Silverhand Alchemy Workshop, and the International Academy of Magical Science and Technology have begun to move to various wizard gathering places."

"At the same time, the newly established wizard information registration office is also starting to count the number of wizards, thanks to the enough information provided by Johnny the silver hand, there is still half a month to complete the count."

She reported on her work.

The more she carried out the instructions for John, the more astonished she became.

The king had been collecting information about wizards for a long time, which had eased the pressure on the ministries of magic.

"A letter from the head of the Gringotts mint, Pull-Ring." Penelope pulled out the parchment that was clipped to the document and handed it over, and couldn't help but say, "Among the elves, some of them are starting to clamore for equality."

Equal.

In the past, the elves wanted to join the Ministry of Magic many times to become decision-makers.

Fortunately, even if Fudge's generation was very mediocre, it would not allow goblins and these guys to enter the Ministry of Magic.

Since then, the goblins have held a grudge and have made several attempts to disrupt some of the Ministry's decisions.

John took the letter and unfolded it, raised an eyebrow, and said casually, "Equality?"

"They seem to have forgotten who gave them room to live."

A group of aliens who once rebelled dared to shout for equality.

John scoffed.

Werewolves are equal because they are originally wizards who change the past.

As for the elves, they have their own culture and heritage, and have a record of opposing wizards many times, so they also hope for equality.

John had done his duty not to turn them into slaves.

Glancing at the letter from the ring, John still admired the goblin who knew the times.

"Goblin list, this is your show of loyalty."

Pull Ring handed over a list of all the goblins, and there were many old goblins who weren't recorded in the Ministry of Magic.

Those guys are the ones who need to be watched.

The former goblin rebellion, maybe some of them are still alive today.

John said to Penelope, "Draw up a document to formally appoint the Goblin Puller as the director of the Gringotts Mint."

"Understood." Penelope nodded and prepared to leave.

"Penelope," John called to her, "get ready, we're going to go."

Let's go?

Go to America!

Penelope nodded again, leaving with tiredness in her eyes.

In order to prepare for this American negotiation, she did her best

Lesson.

As a half-blood, she can gather more information about that country.

It is only by understanding that I know the strength of the person I want to negotiate with this time.

John could see that she was not giving up, but he didn't care too much.

After all, it is nominally a negotiation, but what I actually have to do is to make the hunter hurt.

The outcome of the negotiations does not matter.

Anyway, I brought enough chips to make people greedy.

Penelope didn't know this, and thought that John was going to negotiate with Muggles and gain space for the wizarding world.

It can only be said that Percy has a good eye, and this girl is very suitable as the person in charge of this position.

Being able to put himself in the shoes of a wizard and solve problems for wizards, there is no one who does not like this kind of diplomat.

"It's a pity that we need not only peaceful diplomacy, but also fist diplomacy."

John smiled slightly, and the silver ring covered his right hand, and the unusual brilliant gemstone on it was fascinating.

"Level 8, you should be able to fight those people now."

After a duel with Dumbledore, the strongest wizard was born.

It also gave John the confidence to argue with the most powerful Muggle nation.

Muggles, though powerful, have a hard wound.

Life.

The silver color turns back into the ring, replaced by black scales.

John's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he spoke an ancient, obscure language.

"I hope you are arrogant enough that I can stand on the side of justice without guilt and launch sanctions against you."

...

Airports in the United States.

Penelope walked out in a trance, she didn't understand why she had to come by plane.

There's something faster like a portkey.

The main thing.

She was flying alone.

It makes the wizard who is used to traveling through the Floo network and the flying broomstick have a very awkward feeling.

But I have to admit that the plane is more comfortable than the wizard's flying tools.

"Let's go."

John's voice sounded to her left, and Penelope was startled.

"Lord Wick?" She looked around, "Where are you from?"

"It's not something to worry about," John snapped his fingers, and a taxi pulled up in front of him, "Get in."

The driver didn't know why, he just wanted to pick up the two passengers.

The taxi drove all the way and stopped in the political heart of the United States.

The guards at the gate ignored the two men, and John led Penelope all the way up.

When a fat man with Mediterranean hair pushed open the glass door of the conference room, he calmly walked in and sat down.

The fat man was stunned, "Who are you?"

John smiled, "Hello, we have made an appointment with your country to talk about the Atlantic exercise."

"Huh?" The fat man said uncertainly, "I need to check it."

"Please."

That being said, John had no idea of leaving this conference room.

He glanced at the two American flags, waved his hand, and one became the symbol of the Magic Nation.

Penelope hesitated, "Is it really okay for us to do this?"

She felt that her boss was completely out of the box.

Without even a notice, he walked in all the way unimpeded.

This is completely different from her previous dealings with the UK.

Are the people here very talkative?

"Of course, after all, we made an appointment." John didn't care, he would have laughed if he knew Penelope's thoughts.

Good speech has never had anything to do with here, and even the people here are more barbaric and rude than primitive people.

They were able to walk in because John had used psychic magic to give those people hints that they had been noticed.

The fat man of the Mediterranean informed Minister Francis of the matter.

The minister's brows furrowed, and he scolded angrily, "What are the people doing to eat!"

The two of them slipped in without hindrance, knowing that he was not prepared to negotiate at first, but just to lure people out and catch them, and know from his mouth about the magic crystal mine and how to survive.

But the two of them entered here without permission, and his plans were disrupted.

In order to prevent the two from escaping, the minister decided to meet the wizards for a while.

"Mike, that idiot, has told me many times about the weirdness of those wizards, and I'd like to see if there's anything more bizarre than bullets."

He sneered and prepared to go to meet the wizard.

Whatever the outcome, the negotiation will end with a victory.

He couldn't be more sure of this.

With the people, he went to the conference room.

There was supposed to be a discussion here, but the minister arranged for it to be moved elsewhere.

Walk in the door.

The two hunters in the forest met.

In front of the wizard who was carefully hiding, the hunter who slowly pushed away the jungle revealed his greedy and cruel face.

The big man of America has a fake smile and hypocritical acting skills to make people understand how many times this man has deceived his people.

"Wizard?"

The minister came in and swept the two men with an aggressive gaze.

The shabby team only came with two people.

A woman, a young man who is probably still in school.

Which time was the country's diplomatic team not on a mass trip, and these two people made people laugh.

The minister looked at them, and John smiled, "Hello, we are representatives of the Magic Realm, and we would like to talk to you about the Magic Crystal Island."

"Oh?" The minister sat down nonchalantly, "Are you going to apologize?"

Obviously as the attacker, he waited for an apology with a condescending tone.

Penelope said with a straight face, "Your country has attacked our island for no reason, causing the wizard to be harmed, and we hope for a solution."

"The solution? Absolutely."

The minister's aggressive gaze swept over Penelope, who had yet to play with a witch.

Those cover models are already a little tired of it.

This witch seems to be good-looking.

That kind of gaze at the goods made Penelope very uncomfortable.

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