Since it is a negotiation, it is natural to have such a vulgar but effective move as getting off the horse.

This was not the spontaneous action of these knights, nor was it the private order of the traditional nobles, Ronald knew about it, and then acquiesced to it. At the root, in fact, the aristocratic negotiating team was more or less contemptuous of the Gray Army. In any case, if the momentum of the other party can be suppressed, it will be of great benefit to the next negotiations.

But the expected panic did not happen, but the cavalry on their side kicked the iron plate, and they could not enter, and it was even more impossible to go back and tell it. And although the nobles all opened the curtains and saw this scene, they naturally couldn't just show weakness and walk down. For a moment, the front of the tavern fell into an embarrassing situation.

At this moment,

"What are you pulling me for...... Hi guys...... It's all good, don't pull me......"

The people on Donn's side looked sideways, and saw Philip leaning out of the carriage behind him with half of his body, resisting the pull inside, and waving his hand to greet him.

The tense stalemate eased suddenly, and the cavalry looked at each other, and with considerable eyesight, they retreated.

Here, Philip finally broke free from the pull, and at the same time pulled out a middle-aged aristocratic man with a helpless face inside, and then the majestic Alex also walked out with a smile on his face and a look of indifference.

"Haha, long time no see. Come on, come on, I'm optimistic about you......" Philip took two quick steps and walked to the door of the tavern, no matter how many people he could know, he shook hands and hugged warmly one by one.

Later, the corners of Simpson's and Ronald's eyes twitched a few times, but now the embarrassing situation no longer exists. Then they don't have a stalemate. They all got out of the car.

It's as if nothing happened before. Everyone said hello as usual. Although the atmosphere is not lively, at least the scene is not too ugly.

After a brief greeting, Josia made a gesture to invite in, and then walked into the tavern.

"All in, all in, don't be polite...... Philip stood at the door enthusiastically to greet him, which made Div, who was receiving on the side, a little stunned. Who is this thing, and where is he......

The nobles have long been numb to this. Walked in with a blank face. But as soon as I entered the tavern, the problem came again......

"What a shabby place...... What are you kidding, this is the negotiating table?"

"This ...... Seven teacups, only seven people? Damn, are you letting so many of us sit on the floor?"

"Are you sure you know what negotiation is?"

......

Angry doubts continued to be issued, some of which were provoked by traditional aristocrats, and some were really annoyed.

After the tavern was cleaned up, only the long table with two tables put together remained in the hall, and the conditions were so poor that it was not to mention. The point is that this table can only seat seven people, and this time the aristocratic negotiation team came with at least twenty or thirty people. Naturally, this is not enough.

Josia slapped his palms twice, and when the scene was quiet, he said calmly: "No matter how good the environment is, it has nothing to do with negotiations. And there are seven people, which is enough to start a negotiation. As for the extra people......" he said, pointing to the wooden benches piled up in the corners, "there are stools, and you can choose to move them and sit on the periphery or stand." Please take care of yourself!"

After the words fell, he waved his hand and sat down directly, looking down at the negotiation conditions in front of him.

Bang, Simpson strode forward and slapped the table, the teacup shook, and roared angrily: "It's too much deception! You obviously don't pay attention to negotiations, and I don't think there is any need to talk at all...... Damn, this filthy table. After filming, Simpson immediately regretted it, took out a white silk scarf and kept wiping his palms.

"Sir Simpson?" asked Donne, holding his chin in one hand, and suddenly looked up.

"Huh?" Simpson was slightly stunned.

"If I'm not mistaken, this negotiation doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. Well, congratulations, you don't have to sit at this so-called dirty table. ”

Simpson opened his mouth, his face full of shock. If the name is known, it may be because the previous movement was too big and was inadvertently leaked. But even the factions and the inside story of the negotiations were clear to the other party, which made him a little dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, but we're not as rich as you are, though I think every one of your gold coins has blood on them. We don't talk about any pomp and circumstance, now the negotiating table is here, and if you want to negotiate, you can sit down. If you don't want to, we don't force it, so you can go back to your own house and find your own mother. ”

The words "you ......" were undoubtedly arrogant, and Simpson's old face turned red, and he was about to roar again in anger.

"Hey, what are you doing standing here, what are you doing......" Philip, who came in from the door, looked at the crowd in front of him, took out his master's head again, and greeted him everywhere.

Of course, not many people will listen to Philip's unreliable words, and Ronald, who has been silent before, said: "The matter has come to this, let's negotiate first." ”

Since the aristocratic negotiation team can be here this time, it is naturally led by the new nobles, and Simpson is only responsible for supervising the negotiations. In any case, even if the turmoil caused by the negotiation environment and limited seats has been revealed, the nobles will discuss who is qualified to sit on it.

First of all, Ronald, as an older person, is the leader of the new aristocratic crowd this time, and naturally has a place. As the words fell, he walked towards Josia, the center of the long table. But in an instant, someone sat down first.

Ronald looked at this person and his eyebrows twitched: "Philip, you ......" halfway through the words, he couldn't take it anymore.

That's right, it was Philip who grabbed the spot. When he sat down, he sat in an extremely standard posture, looking like a soldier waiting to be reviewed. But the look was a little erratic, one moment it was on Josia opposite, and the other time it quickly moved away.

"Any questions?" Philip turned his head slightly and spread his hands after hearing Ronald's words. "Len Title. I'm taller than you. On the position of the new aristocracy. I'm taller than you, so there's a problem sitting here?"

Ronald stammered, so that he could faint from the sudden outpouring of anger. There is no doubt that this negotiation was led by him, and it was he who made the decision. But what Philip said is not wrong, whether it is identity or status, Philip, who has always been unreliable, is indeed pressing him.

The chest rose and fell several times, and Ronald let out a long breath, still focusing on the big picture. He sat heavily on Philip's left hand side.

Except for Don and Josia on the other side, Enoch and the others were a little confused, this is ...... Infighting?

Of course Tang En wouldn't think like this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly when he saw this, there was no doubt that this thing was going to take the blame today.

Alex at the back of the crowd was also surprised, looked at Philip, and then looked at the ordinary woman opposite who was at most handsome, and opened his mouth, what is the situation. Empathy so quickly, and the taste is still so unique...... This guy can't fall in love with all the women of the Gray Army, right?

......

It has to be said that this negotiation was because of Philip's inconvenience. As well as many accidents, now it looks more like a farce.

However, in any case, after all, it is the first official contact, and the negotiations will continue anyway.

After some chaos, the nobles finally found their own places, and the new nobles six plus Simpson sat at the negotiating table. The rest of the people took the wooden stools piled up in the corner and sat down in a half-arc around the negotiating table.

At the beginning of the negotiations, it is natural to introduce each other. Of course, the reports on Donn's side are all pseudonyms. As for the opposite, except for the chronicler on the far right, there are a lot of other noble titles, marquises, and earls. Philip didn't sign up, stunned. Of course, no one cares about him.

Since it is a negotiation, the first thing to determine is the person who can make the final decision. Now these seven positions are easy to distinguish. Ronald and the others all set their eyes on Josia, not seeing the disguise, but at least confirming that the other party was a woman and was still very young.

It didn't mean to be dismissive, after all, although they hadn't seen the previous magic attack, they could still feel it difficult from Josia's few but concise and powerful words. Moreover, they reported the title of great nobleman before, and they did not mean to put pressure on each other, but now it seems that it has not received any effect. What made them even more suspicious was that there seemed to be a vague familiar smell on the other party...... Well, that's the feeling of nobility.

While Ronald was looking, Josia and the others did not do so, they had received information in advance and knew who was the main force in this negotiation. As for Philip who popped up out of nowhere, well, ignore it......

The ostensible meaning of this negotiation was that the two sides reached a settlement, and the Bran side was willing to pay some price for this, so that the army of the Gray Army would not attack the rear city and disrupt the front line deployment. At a deeper level, the new aristocracy wants to seek cooperation with the Grey Army, and both sides take what they need. Of course, the latter cannot be put on the table. To sum up, the gray army has the right to open the price.

Josia was not polite, and after a little probing between the two sides, they began to put forward the requirements of this side one by one. The scene suddenly became lively,

"What, give the land back to the civilians? That's our land, they use our seeds, they use our farming tools, and in the end our land becomes theirs? What are you kidding......

"Sir Simpson, I don't have time to joke with you. The nobles had enough land, but they still plundered it by all means. We want the land that has been plundered. And it has long been proven that if civilians own their own land, the motivation will be higher, and the yield of crops will also increase...... In this way, the empire will grow stronger and stronger, which is a win-win result!"

"Win-win hell, you can't touch a penny of noble things. Ronald, if you dare to agree to this condition, I guarantee you will die an ugly death!"

......

"Let the children of the common people go to the academy?hehe, it's ridiculous, they just need to farm, what do they do with those things?"

"The doctrine of God of Light says that God's mercy toward all people is equal. In this case, the children of the commoners can't enter the academy? In the same way, this is also to export talents for the empire. Hehe, only a man like you would find it ridiculous!"

"You, you...... You presumptuous!"

"Hey, Sir Simpson, don't be impulsive, everyone is civilized, don't be cruel. Besides, listen carefully, there is some truth in what people say. ”

"Philip, which side are you on? I warn you......"

"You warn me, hehe, listen, he dares to warn me......!

......

The purpose of the Grey Army is to enhance the status and interests of the common people, which inevitably touches the interests of the nobility. So this scene of fierce collision is the inevitable result.

The Simpson had come with the intention of sabotaging the negotiations, and when he heard these conditions, he was even more angry. Later on, the negotiations were almost an argument between him and the traditional nobles and Josia's side. Only then did he realize the power of this ordinary woman. The words are sharp, the logic is meticulous, and almost every sentence is to the point, making people want to be suffocated by the breath lifted in the chest.

Don didn't speak, because having Josia was enough, and the effect was obvious. The tea, which was first disdained by Simpson, is now being added and added, and he drinks it almost every time it is added. If it weren't for the support of other traditional nobles behind him, he was afraid that he would be stupidly nailed to the bench by the words here.

That Ronald also rarely spoke, let alone argued. He just told the recorder to write down the conditions, and then sat there in silence. It was only when he heard Josia say that civilians should participate in the regime that his old eyes, which were almost closed, lit up.

He didn't say anything, except for Philip, who was gags and a bit like pulling the shelf, the people of the new aristocracy here were naturally not easy to make trouble. By Zuihou, the focus of the negotiations has shifted from the negotiating table to the arguments between the table and the table.

Conditioning, quarrelling, conditioning, quarrelling......

The negotiations began to shift more and more to street scolding, and the people involved were fighting and almost using force. Onlookers watched with relish and indifference.

To be honest, it was impossible to negotiate anything in the first negotiation, and more importantly, it was a battle of momentum. Now it seems that at least this meeting is imposing enough. Endless bickering continued almost throughout the morning's negotiations......

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(PS: Two things.) ）

1. The tanuki bows down and wishes all book friends a happy National Day, and if you can go home for reunion, try to go home. Tanuki now understands that the happiness of the family is more important than everything.

2. From the 3rd to the 6th, the tanuki has something to go out, and it should be able to update 6,000 words normally. If you can't, please forgive me, I'll make up for it when I come back!~ (To be continued......)