At the same time, as the Ottoman Empire was about to take action, on the east bank of the Vistula, in the Tarta barracks, where the coalition forces were looming in front of each other, another count's emissary was meeting another enemy of humanity.

Unlike Istanbul, which is thousands of kilometers away. Although Sarida Khan's Golden Horde may seem very shabby, William knows that this is the place where the fate of the Great Frontier can be decided.

Moreover, William could no longer find anyone who could risk his life for the sake of profit. At the same time, he was afraid of the messenger who was afraid of death.

So, now it was not a messenger standing in front of Sarida Khan, but William himself.

As if he was looking at some rare species, Sarida Khan carefully looked at the young man standing in front of him, his face calm, and he could even say that he was calm and relaxed.

Then start the comparison.

Of course, a character like Sarida Khan would not be ashamed to compare himself with a young man under the age of twenty. The ones he contrasted with William were his sons. That is, the centaur Hun Taiji, who is of the same generation as William.

And the result of the final comparison made Sarida Khan feel unwilling, and even discouraged.

Among his sons, even the most useful-looking Celile could not be compared to William.

I think I have been fighting in the north and south for decades, although there are also opponents I admire, and there are enemies who are eager to kill him quickly. But when it comes to it, Sarida Khan doesn't think he's worse than anyone else. Even if it was a little worse, it was just a little, unnecessary flaws, or something he didn't care about at all, like cooking or tailoring.

But today, Sarida Khan finally found something he cared about, and he was far inferior to others.

Heir.

Any monarch, whether mediocre or wise, cares about his offspring. That is the best way for their heirs, to inherit their lands, their armies, their policies, to pass on their will, and even to say, to make them immortal. A good, well-liked heir is second only to his own life in the eyes of some monarchs. Even more important than your own life.

Sarida Khan felt jealous. In addition to this, there is disgust, and beyond that, there is killing intent.

When you see something good that you can't get anyway, destroying it becomes the best backup option.

The killing intent was gone in a flash. But it was still well captured by William.

Smile, smile. Other than that, it's a smile. As Sarida Khan's killing intent flashed away, William smiled.

So Sarida Khan smiled at him as well.

Sarida Khan's killing intent was captured by William. And Sarida Khan also knew that his killing intent was captured by William. William's smile was a calm one, but also a sarcastic one. Laughing at Sarida Khan, a man who controlled Tartaria's army of 300,000, would have murderous intent against the son of a duke.

It was because of this smile that Sarida Khan could not kill him.

Even if others don't know, even if it's just a secret that belongs to the two of them. In any case, he can't kill him. That's so shameless.

Sarida Khan was a man of arrogance, even arrogance.

The person who came to the door for him to kill, he couldn't get off the knife. In other words, if William's appearance was not so good, if William's appearance was like a cowering clown, he would have killed him without any psychological pressure.

Or or. When the two men parted, and the next time they met, with the army, Sarida Khan would send a cowardly army to exchange the lives of a thousand, two thousand, or all of his elite guards for a chance to kill William.

But that's not now.

After this smile, the tension between the two eased a lot. After this, Sarida Khan finally opened his mouth and spoke:

"You say, you are the son of Otto?"

"Yes. ”

"The eldest son?"

"Yes. ”

"The heir to the title, and the only son?"

"That's true, that's right. ”

"You're good. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

"Explain your intentions. Son of Otto. Or do you prefer to be called Earl William?" said Sarida Khan.

Hearing Sarida Khan say this, William was stunned for a moment - it really didn't feel very good that one of his biggest secrets was being seen through by someone he met for the first time.

However, he did not wait for Sarida Khan to continue. William smiled the same as before...... Grin.

Sarida Khan frowned, and did not go on to the subject. For a moment, his heart was filled with irritability—of course he knew what William's smile meant—was it really interesting to be honest with a young junior?

Yes, that's it, this is an elder facing a junior. And the two sides are hostile to the natural disadvantage of the elders. It's not good to lose or win. If you lose, you will naturally lose face, even if you win, you will also fall into a disdain that bullies the small and is more interesting than children.

Therefore, the young people in the world like to step on the old man's position, and the old people in the world also hate the provocation of the young people -- this is what the disciples are trying to prevent the elderly.

And if you have to play as a last resort, you have to do two things, one is light, and the other is fast.

Solve the other party quickly and lightly. It gives people the feeling that they are not using all their strength. Let people know that this is not a fight, but a lesson to children.

Moreover, you can't get hurt. Even if he was slapped and punched, his face didn't look good.

It's just a pity. Sarida Khan had just confirmed that there was no one among his sons who could match William. At the same time, he also discovered that even if he was himself, he couldn't knock William out of harm.

This made Sarida Khan feel very unhappy.

But of course, even if he is unhappy, he can't help it. William was the messenger. And he is the Great Khan of Tartaria. In any case, this dialogue must continue.

So Sarida Khan dropped the subject, and extinguished his intention to continue to laugh at William, and began to get down to business:

"That is, you don't want to fight me, actually?" said Sarida Khan, frowning as he looked at the young man in front of him.

"Yes, not really. ”

"But the truth is, your army is confronting me. And-for-tat in previous campaigns. Sarida Khan's voice grew more and more dissatisfied.

"Yes, we're-for-tat. The messenger nodded.

After that, Sarida Khan did not speak, but narrowed his eyes, and all the killing intent in his eyes was scattered.

Although he is a very sane person, he will not be like the dark elf woman of Ottoman, Sudan Fatima, who kills people for the slightest thing. But this messenger is really too annoying.

For this alone, there is nothing to say about Sarida Khan chopped him up.

"But it's all a last resort. The messenger then added.

"It has to be. Sarida Khan sneered.

"Although...... But, Khan. We're actually still at war, don't you think?"

"So what do you mean by coming? Remind me that there is a group of enemies who are against me right before my eyes. Do you want me to find a way to kill you all?" said Sarida Khan, feeling his impatience growing more and more weak.

"Of course not. The messenger shook his head.

"So, negotiate peace?" Sarida Khan's expression relaxed a little: "Can you represent the coalition forces?"

"I can't speak for the coalition. The messenger shook his head: "But I can represent the Hereford family." ”

"That's not bad. Sarida Khan finally smiled: "Has that old friend of mine finally figured it out? Yes, if he did, there was nothing we couldn't talk about." What does he want? Mazovia? or Wende?"

"No, no, Khan, you seem to have gotten one thing wrong. The messenger shook his head and interrupted Sarida Khan's words: "Whether it is Mazovia or Wende, it is just meat in the pot of the Hereford family. We eat when we want. No one needs to agree or reward. ”

"And what do you want to do?" said Sarida Khan, a little strange, and his tone became unfriendly again.

"What we want is a win. and Ruthenia. The messenger said.

"You want Ruthenia?!" Sarida Khan felt that he should have a necessity and a reason to be angry.

Ruthenia is already meat on his plate, and now someone wants to grab it, naturally......

"Huh. OK. Of course. "Although the root of the tooth of hatred in my heart is itchy. But Sarida Khan is a man in the end. After two hehes, he threw out a condition that the messenger could not promise either:

"Yes, of course. Sarida Khan said: "If Otto is willing to give up Wende, then I will give him the whole of Ruthenia." Never sloher. ”

Yes, yes, if Duke Otto really did such a death-defying thing, then Sarida Khan would not refuse. On the contrary, he would be very happy, and even said that he would happily cooperate with Otto in doing this.

Wende was Otto's foundation, and if he could recover such a great nobleman and swap his territory with other places, it would be too late for Sarida Khan to be happy.

"I'm still saying that, Khan. Both Mazovia and Wende belong to the Hereford family. ”

"In that case, I also sue you that Ruthenia is mine!

The anger of Sarida Khan is simply unbearable for ordinary people. If someone else stood in front of him at this moment, I am afraid that there would be people who fainted with fright. However, others are still outsiders. William is William.

"Strictly speaking, Ruthenia is not yours yet, noble khan. William had no fear, and calmly said to Sarida Khan, "He is still in the hands of the Slavites." ”R1148