The silent killing finally ended. More than 20 slaves stood on the top of the mountain panting. They looked down at the corpses under the mountain. There were only more than 200 people fighting, and they felt a tragic feeling. This place was more like a mountain of corpses and blood.

The entire mountain was covered with sand stained with blood. The winners began to finish the fight. At the same time, they walked into each other's camp and carried some supplies back to their own camp. The deduction of the battle was over. A group of staff members who were also slaves entered the yard and began to clean up the bodies.

They simply threw the bodies into an iron box without any more details, everything was simple, efficient, and rough.

Above the hill, some people were cheering and celebrating, they clapped each other's high and even twisted their butts to make some funny moves to please others. They were the winners. They not only got a strategic area, but also more supplies in this battle, which would be better for the subsequent battle deduction.

The next non-critical war deduction will be carried out on a large map, which is more like a chess game. Both sides will use some small props representing soldiers and supplies to represent the collision of force and logistics management of the two sides in the war.

Then there is a relatively appropriate calculation method for the Sky Tower, which weighs the trade-offs based on some data and references submitted by both sides, as well as the bonus items for key battle situations, and finally gives a result that both sides can accept, which will continue until the next key situation or the final battle.

As for the failed party, they could only frown and discuss why they lost and whether there were any inappropriate aspects during the tactical use. They would continue to watch videos of the battle to find out the style of the opponent's commander.

This is definitely not a game, it is a war, but for those outside of the participants, it is still a game because it can be bet.

"Do you need a hug?" Charles asked looking at Vichlisa, and he found that her face was a little pale, perhaps because she was frightened.

Vichlisabeth glanced at him, but still threw himself into his arms, and took a deep breath of the pleasant smell of Charles, she said quietly, "The heavenly kings entered that many people, and they killed them when they saw them. They never asked what or why. Even in the palace, as long as the clothes they were not wearing were high-end enough, they would not leave a living..."

She looked up at Charles, "I have met Poligo three times. He didn't say it just now. The third time is in the palace. He came in with about a dozen or twenty other merchants, identified our identities, and then divided up their trophy."

"That was a demon. I heard that they instigated the war against Mentel. He appeared here, because there must be something that attracted him here!"

Charles nodded, and his former Vichlisa's hand walked outside, "Every successful businessman knows how to make money in war, which is normal." When he finished speaking, he felt that the little hand in his hand was holding his hand back and increasing some strength.

Later, Charles brought some small gifts as gifts for the first time to attend such a party. There was nothing more suitable for two bottles of precious wine than this. Because of some problems in this world, food was always insufficient, which also made wine that needed food or fruits and other products a luxury.

The place where Poligo lives is a house on a hillside, not too far from the Viscount Mansion, and it can be said to be one of the best mansions in this city.

Of course, it did not belong to Poligo before he arrived in Berley. It belonged to another person. Now it was given to Poligo for free as a witness to the friendship between both parties. The small party in the evening was held here, similar to the dinner between friends and family.

Each participant was Poligor's friends in Berley City. These would not be all. He had too many friends. If he wanted to get together, he had to have a grand cold dinner to put everyone together.

Tonight's dinner is just a certain level, and it will not be the highest.

"Look, who is here!" Poligor warmly greeted Charles and Vichlisa when he saw him enter the villa gate. He had a perfect dinner on the lawn in his yard. Some people were already grilling some food, while others gathered together in groups and chatted.

With Poligo's shout and his active greeting, people stopped their work, including the barbecue. The chef in the villa took over their work to prevent the meat from being baked.

Poligor and Charles hugged briefly, but they did not shake hands, which also made Charles feel Poligor's enthusiasm. He then reached out and shook hands with Vichlisa with a smile on his face, and took the bottle of wine handed to him.

He looked at the label and smiled and said, "Great wine, I have drunk it, I believe it will become a star tonight." This sentence is not a boast. Even the rich themselves would not be willing to finish them in one breath.

He handed the bottle to his servants around him and ordered, "Open it, let everyone taste Mr. Chara's enthusiasm."

Not mentioning the servant who left in a hurry, Poligo and Charles walked inside while talking about some of the things that happened today, "Do you know, many people are asking about you now..."

This sentence obviously left a small tail, and Charles tactfully followed it, "What are they asking me?"

"Inquiry about your ability, everyone hopes to learn from you and then kill the Sky Tower's sharpness!" The story of Shire taking away millions of chips in the Sky Tower in two consecutive moves has spread. Although they don't know how much Sky Tower has paid to stop him, this number will definitely not be too low.

At the same time, they were also curious about how Charles won. You should know that the Sky Tower itself has alchemists, astrologists and super limiters. People even suspect that they supported some black magicians behind their backs or raised a group of them directly.

The gambling method tested by these people cannot have too many loopholes, and Shire is not a black magician or alchemist, which makes people even more curious, whether this method of betting is universally applicable.

If anything, maybe they can copy it.

The reason why Charles did this was spread under the publicity of some people. He mercilessly made Sky Tower lose face and the inside story, which made many people feel relieved. It was time for them to taste the bitter fruit.

In just two days, a distinct image has appeared before people. Even if people don’t need to see him, as long as someone talks about these characteristics, they will think of Charles.

"I'm also very curious, how did you do it?" This is obviously nothing to say, but this is also a necessary process in the social process. You cannot become close friends or close friends with someone all at once. In this process, you need a lot of seemingly brainless interactions, from hypocrisy to inability to see how hypocritical it is.

Charles shrugged, "I promised them not to publicize, but this is just a simple trick. You just need to capture the sound and angle of each sieve impact in a noisy environment, and count the power and distance of the ejection..."

Poligor waved his hand with a wry smile, "I don't want to know now. You can always bring me some surprises. Sit for a while, maybe you will like to talk to others, I have new guests."

After accusing him of guilt, Poligor left Charles to welcome new guests. At these times, the small groups also looked at Charles with a little curiosity and kindness. Without an accurate judgment, they did not mind accept Charles as the listener in their small circle.

"What should I do now?" Charles' lips moved slightly, "Would I bring a glass of wine and then go to the crowd to say 'Hi'?"

Vichlisa couldn't help laughing, and in an instant it attracted the eyes of some men. Her face turned slightly red, some because what Charles said was too funny, and some because of her own rudeness, "I think you should listen to what others are saying first, and then express your own opinions..." She glanced at Charles, "If you have one."

Communication in the upper class is actually not a complicated process. It has some clichéd processes. From participating to listening to finally expressing your opinions, there are a series of steps to integrate into this small group. It is definitely not as simple as walking over with a wine glass and saying "hi", but it is not particularly difficult.

With the help of Vichlisa, Charles walked to the edge of the crowd with a glass of wine. People nodded and greeted him, and even gave up some positions to make him get closer. Vichlisa took the initiative to let go of her hand. Women were not suitable for participating in such social occasions, and the ladies on one side were her battlefield.

She blinked at Charles, who nodded slightly, then turned his head.

People are discussing some current situations. This morning, the military camp outside Berley City has begun, but the city has not been affected. People are discussing the future development and possibility, and everyone is expressing their own views.

Shire listened carefully for a while and most people believed that although the prince did not have much advantage, he was not at a disadvantage, and the war would last for quite some time.

What they are most worried about is the safety of Belley. Many people have settled industries in Belley. Once the war fails and Belley is attacked by artillery fire, their industries are likely to disappear.
Chapter completed!