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Westvalley Farm is located in the Golden Fertile Field, less than ten kilometers from the South Trading Post in Rolling Stone.

The Great Plains of Golden Fertland have arrived, folding in the land bordering Rolling Stone.

These folds are known as the "Nishigu Mountains".

It is a rolling hill with the occasional kobold or other humanoid species.

In the middle of the mountain is a western valley with a beautiful stream.

It is rumored that every summer, a white deer from the heavenly realm will come here to drink.

Residents of the neighborhood unanimously agreed that the legend was.

But that didn't stop Nishitani from becoming famous.

Hence the name of the farmhouse that backs the valley.

The owner of the West Valley Farm is related to the lord family of the Red Soil Mountain, and the current lord of the Red Valley Mountain was very fond of vacationing at the West Valley Farm before the outbreak of the war.

It is through this relationship.

This place was not affected by the war, and became the only pure land in the golden fertile field.

When Matthew found the owner of the farm, he only said a vague date, and ordered a large wasteland located in the farm, and in addition, he also ordered a large number of "Sanqiu ale wine" produced by the farm.

The owner of the farm wanted to refuse.

But Matthew gave a lot.

And the identity of the mage also adds a lot to him.

It's just this scene for now.

It was something that the owner of the farm did not expect.

When Rolling Stone Town was negotiating with Red Earth Mountain, he was accompanied outside as the master of this room, as a mortal, where had he ever seen such a battle as a magic carpet landing?

He was standing there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

Soon.

From inside the house came the angry voice of the representative of the Red Clay Mountain:

"Why anyone else?"

When the owner of the farm heard this, he suddenly felt a stir, and he hurried in and said with a smile:

"Master, it seems that there is a group of mages over there, what kind of alliance is it."

Huo Ran, the representative of Red Clay Mountain, stood up from his chair.

He walked to the window, poked his head out, and looked at the magic carpet and figures in the open space in the distance:

"So many mages?"

"It can't be from the Seven Saints Alliance, right?"

said.

He looked back at the Rolling Stones trio with a suspicious look.

Yet no one answered him.

The air inside the room seemed to be getting hot.

……

in the open space.

The mages descended the magic carpet one after another.

The vast plains as far as the eye can see.

About fifty meters ahead, there are regular wheat fields, and the wheat in early summer has pulled out green ears of wheat, shaking slightly in the sun.

Wheat fields in the distance.

A small sparkling river flows diagonally across the plain, like a slender silver ribbon.

The gentle wind blows across the land, mountains and rivers, and blows on everyone's faces, giving people a feeling of relaxation and happiness.

At the beckoning of Matthew.

A couple of helpers from the farm came over with two wooden carts.

The car is loaded with the specialty of the West Valley Farm-

Three autumn ales.

In addition, Matthew prepared a lot of food for the mages, which was arranged in the form of food trucks on the outskirts of the farm, guarded by several members of the garrison.

They came with the three representatives of Rolling Stone.

Accompanied by the arrival of the food truck and ale.

The wasteland gradually became lively.

A few mages found a vacant lot and eagerly used house-type spells to build temporary dwellings for themselves.

However, they were only halfway there.

Ekmond, who had been observing his surroundings, suddenly opened his hands:

"Is there no place to live in the heat of summer?"

on the wasteland.

Tall treehouses rose from the ground.

The trees that support the treehouses are intertwined with each other, some are built underneath, others are suspended in the air, and the tallest one is built on the canopy of several trees!

The dense foliage obscures the sunlight overhead.

There is no shelter between the wasteland and the wheat fields, and the west valley and the river in the distance can also be seen at a glance.

"If your stomach is empty, will you have no delicious food?"

Ekmond's voice sounded again, as if with a smile.

A long magical table with no end in sight appeared among the mages.

There is a dizzying array of food on the long table:

Roast goose, roast duck, roast chicken, roast suckling pig, potato wedges, red bean pie, doughnut, strawberry, watermelon, berries, chocolate, milk, beer, red wine......

"After visiting the project for half a day, everyone has worked hard, enjoy it!"

Under the impatient gaze of everyone.

Ekmond smiled and announced the beginning of the feast.

To Matthew's shock.

The people present were obviously mid-level mages with heads and faces, but as soon as Ekmond's words fell, they pounced on the magic table like hungry tigers!

They eat the food on the table without any image.

As for Matthew's food truck.

Naturally, it was completely left out.

"Is it that delicious?"

Curious, Matthew took a strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Soon, his brow furrowed.

Flavor......

It can only be said that it is very average!

……

"Hint: Ekmund used the 'Legendary Feast Technique'!

You have eaten the legendary magic food "Ekmond's Heart Strawberry", and your mental power has been slightly boosted!"

……

“！！！”

"Can these magic foods add attributes?"

Matthew's eyes lit up.

At the moment, he didn't care about the reserve and decency of any mage, and immediately joined the gobbling army!

Time.

All the mages were lying on the table and feasting.

Only Ekmund smiled slightly, and he slowly made his way to the treehouse at the top, looking south.

Look at it.

His expression turned serious.

……

"It looks like they're just passing by by and have nothing to do with us."

Next to the window, a few people from the Red Earth Mountain observed for a while and came to such a conclusion.

The delegation sent by Red Earth Mountain to negotiate this time consisted of more than a dozen people, led by a warrior named Jeffries.

Of course, both sides knew that in the mountains of the West Valley, there was still a troop of the Red Clay Mountains hidden.

There were more than two hundred of them, the same men who had threatened the South Trade Post before.

Jeffries returned to the negotiating table with some impatience.

He and the three of them stared at each other for a while, and couldn't help frowning and asking the people around them:

"Where did I just go?"

The attendant next to him added:

"Old man, sissy and chest hair!"

Jeffries immediately went on to say:

"Rolling Stone, too, is it too much!"

"Just send the three of you to negotiate with us?"

"No sincerity at all!"

Richard tapped his gentleman's cane lightly, revealing an emotional expression:

"It's been years since a thug flaunted in front of me, and I miss it, so I'm sure to tell Rhaegar when I go back, thank him for giving me a re-experience like yesterday."

The voice fell.

A rope of straw that had been scattered at Jeffries' feet suddenly shook.

It spun wildly around Jeffries' ankle, and a second later, Jeffries was lifted upside down by a force.

Bang la blah.

The chair falls to the ground.

The people of Red Earth Mountain were shocked to see that their leader was actually hanging upside down in the air!

The straw rope that wrapped around his ankle was thrown upwards and hung on the beam, automatically tying a dead knot!

"What did you do? Put me down! ”

Jeffries' face flushed.

His retinue tried to rescue him, but Zeller raised his finger slightly, but with a croak, the retinue turned into a frog jumping on the ground.

The rest of the people just made a move.

Suddenly a dozen ropes of grass appeared on the ground.

The ropes were concocted as they were on Jeffries, and they hung everyone upside down on the beams in one fell swoop!

When the owner of the farm at the door of the house saw this scene, he was so frightened that he immediately turned around and closed his eyes.

"Your methods are too rough, we are here to negotiate, how bad it is for you to scare people!"

Loren complained to Zeller and Richard dissatisfied:

"Turn people into frogs at every turn, in case they leave a psychological shadow, so you warlocks just don't pay attention to it!"

"And you, people scolded you old man, as for that?

The silver snake is amazing, isn't the ability of the silver snake realm to be able to control everything similar to the snake?

If I change me, I will never be taken down by you, as long as I am hard enough, I will not be controlled by you. ”

Richard snorted:

"You'd better be able to keep it tough."

Seeing Luo Lan smiling and speaking for himself and the others.

Jeffries seemed to see a glimmer of light:

"Yes, yes, we're here to negotiate! Put me down, there's something to say. ”

However, both Richard and Zeller were unmoved.

Luo Lan had no choice but to sigh lightly:

"Originally, I wanted to tell you all about the glorious deeds of Mr. Jeffries after I put you down, but it seems that you don't have that blessing, so you can only listen upside down."

As he spoke, he cleared his throat:

……

"Jeffries, born in a village in the mountains northwest of the Red Earth Mountains, his father was a hunter, and his mother ran away a long time ago.

At the age of seven, you stole the saddle of the only retired knight in the village and tried to sell it to the knight's son, only to be severely beaten by him.

When you were nine years old, you tried to rape your cousin, but failed, and you were beaten up by your cousin.

The next day, when his mother found out about it, beat you half to death.

A week later, when your father, who was a hunter, came home and heard about it, he didn't beat you, but he almost castrated you.

After that, you fled your hometown and wandered around the Red Clay Mountains.

Two years later, you joined the Skunk Mercenary Regiment and were appreciated and reused by the Leader.

But only half a year later, you tried to rape the captain's wife.

And several women in the mercenary group teamed up to pick out an egg.

This time you learned to be obedient, and before the head of the regiment returned, you escaped from the mercenary group.

You've done a lot of work since then—

Moonshine was carried to kobolds;

pimped for the Boar Man prostitute;

He also used to steal chickens and dogs, but his skills were not perfect, and he was often beaten.

You are a natural beast, and you are always unable to restrain your animal desires and evil thoughts.

But you're a natural waste, and even rape has never been able to do it once.

The closest you've come to success is that boar-man whore.

You teamed up with the other three to get into her.

This is the first time you have experienced the opposite sex.

But unfortunately.

You soon find out that it's a love affair between the Boar Man, the prostitute and the other three patrons, and you're only joining in to make the night even more enjoyable, and to put it bluntly, you're still a tool for waste.

A year ago, your distant cousin became rich and found you to make you his bodyguard.

You're being honest this time.

It's a pity that he sold you to the lord of Red Earth Mountain with his backhand, and you became a member of the mercenary army in a daze.

Maybe it's time to run.

When the mercenary legion attacked the golden fertile field, the fiercest men were killed by the villagers with pitchforks, and you in the second group won the first credit by chance.

You have since been promoted to captain of the Northern Expeditionary Corps in the Red Clay Mountains, and a week ago you were ordered to come here to negotiate with us.

You took a plane three times last night.

Hit again this morning.

Because you're nervous.

Am I right?

Mr. Jeffries? ”

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Jeffries listened dizzily to Loraine's devilish narration.

His eyes were popping out!

"Look, I'm not a cautious person, and if you mock me so much, I've just taught you a precious lesson: remember, don't mess with anyone who dares to show your chest hair, you'll die a terrible death."

Loren smiled like a sunny and cheerful big boy.

I don't know, I'm afraid I thought he told a warm and touching story.

"They're so brainstormed that they can't listen to any stories, and you seem to be wasting your efforts."

Richard snapped his fingers with a sneer.

All ropes are automatically untied.

Everyone in the Red Earth Mountain fell to the floor, and one by one the ghosts cried wolf.

"A character like you deserves to negotiate with us?"

Zeller, who had been silent for a long time, finally stood up.

He stared gravely into Jeffries' eyes:

"Please come out of the mage behind you, I know he's the one who is really in charge of the negotiations, it's really boring to find a few clowns to come over as shields, if you don't show up within an hour, I'll tear down the surveillance magic around here."

"Rolling Stones will take this signal as a fraud for the alliance intentions of the Red Earth Mountains, and we will reconsider the relationship between the two sides, and then we may take all actions, including war!"

The voice fell.

Jeffries's eyes lit up red.

A soft snort came from within:

"I see, Warlock."

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Near the farmstead, in the West Valley, an army was on standby.

In a makeshift camp.

A mage in a gray robe was pacing restlessly:

"I've said it all, don't provoke Rolling Stone, you have to listen!"

"After the assassination failed, I came up with the idea of forming an alliance, and asked me to negotiate with them and talk about it!"

"Can I go and behave better than Jeffries?"

The object of his complaint was a man wrapped in red armor.

His movements looked stiff, and his whole body looked like a barrel painted with red paint.

His voice was also dull and not human-like:

"You, you must go."

The mage was annoyed and said:

"Would you say anything else besides that? What's the use of me going, it's the Silver Snake!? ”

The barrelman looked at him stunned, and asked slowly:

"Silver Serpent, what is it?"

The mage was silent, and after a moment he sighed and said:

"To be honest, I don't know, but when I hear it, it's a very powerful character, I guess it's a high-level wanderer, maybe there are five orders!"

"That poet can tell the story of Jeffries's life with a single word, and he looks like a ruthless character, if they are both fifth-order, what can I do? Accompany Jeffries to his death? ”

"I'm a bit capable, but after all, I'm only a fourth-order necromancer!"

After hearing this, the barrelman seemed to think seriously for a moment.

Yet a moment later, he said in a muffled voice:

"You have to go, find out, the bottom of Rolling Stone."

"The master said, no matter what way you go."

"Gotta go!"

It seemed to take a lot of effort to say these words, and he never spoke again.

The mage kicked over the teapot next to him in frustration.

He walked briskly to the other side of the camp.

A good-looking male apprentice followed him closely.

"Lord Henry, are we really going?"

The apprentice's voice was soft, and he looked very frightened.

The mage named Henry said helplessly:

"Everything we have is given by the owner of the Red Clay Mountain, and we have to do whatever he says."

The apprentice thought for a moment:

"Can we find out the details of Rolling Stones in any other way?"

"By the way, didn't you say you knew someone from the Seven Saints Alliance before?"

"Isn't there a group of mages from the Seven Saints Alliance who also happened to land at the West Valley Farm?"

Henry's eyes narrowed.

He thought for a moment.

Suddenly clapped his hands excitedly:

"You're right, we can fake the tiger!"

"It's just a negotiation between two small territories, even if Ronan's face is still there, the Lord of Rolling Stones will definitely not use this favor for this kind of thing, it would be too wasteful, so we can be sure - those mages are passing by by accident."

"I can go over and get close to them, pretend that I know them, or even pretend to be a member of the Seven Holy Alliance, and then make contact with those turtle three in Rolling Stone Town!"

"This idea is very correct, that is, we have to improve the details, but it shouldn't be a big problem, I often do this kind of thing, and no one knows the fox and the tiger better than me!"

With that, he hurriedly left the valley with the apprentice.

Go straight in the direction of the treehouse where the mages are cooling.

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(End of chapter)