Ladislaus stared closely into Jarlaxle's eyes. He placed the extremely poorly cooked bean stew on a pot stove, and then slowly tapped his knuckles on the pot.

Neither Sazastan nor Jones could continue to pretend to eat soup. Boss Sirica and Count Slam even joined the procession of asking for forgiveness early. Margarita was not the only one who behaved badly last night.

When Ladislaus stopped tapping, everyone held their breath, waiting for the monarch's wrath.

"Your performance is terrible, terrible, as bad as a smelly piece of shit." To Jarlaxle's surprise, Ladislaus seemed to be unable to control his emotions.

He thought that Ladislaus would not lose his composure in front of him, but he seemed too young after all, and he did not receive formal training as a monarch when he was young. How could he talk like a drow?

Not to mention a big country like Austria, even an ordinary Duke will never allow swear words to come out of his mouth. The education they received since childhood has made this kind of etiquette deeply rooted in their bones. It is almost the instinct of these human monarchs.

Jarlaxle has always been the most elegant drow, but in fact he also despises these aristocratic etiquette the most.

What Ladislaus said at the beginning made him very excited. Another smart-looking guy was going to do stupid things. Well, he would do stupid things under the control of Jarlaxle.

"Count Slam, your performance is not bad. The only one who could be called good last night was you. Although it is not satisfactory, you have no responsibility. You are not included in the shit I said. Although you are very smelly.

It’s just because you’re too close to too much shit, don’t thank me, just drink the soup.”

"Knight Silica, you are the person I promoted. I have high hopes for you. Your command shooting is pretty good, but you underestimated the enemy's reaction ability. So you are a piece of shit."

"Your Highness Sazastan, I never thought you would behave so poorly. Ah, no, it's not for the Finger of Death. I understand that the Finger of Death sometimes cannot kill the enemy, but how could you not know that? Why?

Isn't this next a command of the law or Bigby catching the enemy? But anyway I apologize for calling you a piece of shit. You are a distinguished member of the Austrian Council of State and I shouldn't have called you that, but you did let me call you that tonight.

Disappointed."

Jarlaxle tried his best to control his expression and prevent others from sharing his happy mood. "Shit" was really an interesting choice. Isn't that what the drow call other races?

Oh. No, that was when the drow ruled the Black Continent. When humans from different directions defeated the drow one after another, the drow's confidence disappeared.

They have to admit that human rules and human power prove that they are not "excrement".

Although Jarlaxle once thought that this so-called self-confidence was the most foolish arrogance, when his race was really defeated and retreated into the desert to struggle for survival, he became so obsessed with and could not forget this self-confidence.

big.

"Yes. Your performance is terrible, but I will not punish anyone, including you, Margarita. You just poured me wine. You are not the opponent of the powerful ranger." Radi

Slaus stood up from the pile of firewood. "I will not punish you because there is another person who behaved worse than you, and that is me. Ladislaus Habsburg."

"The tenacity of the pack bear? How could I remember to use that magic? Ah?!" Ladislaus was indeed extremely dissatisfied with his performance. "If he had been a dominant human being at that time, maybe that black skin would have knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

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"I think this is unlikely. He is a Drow noble and is born with strong mental resistance." Sazastan tried to explain Ladislaus.

"But there is always a small chance. What's the use of the tenacity of a group bear?"

"You saved the lives of two soldiers who might have died." Jones' explanation was quite forceful.

"But I let the black man go. He can raze most of the Austrian towns and villages at will, but I have no ability to protect the people who pay taxes to me." Ladislaus closed his eyes.

"As long as he dares to do this, we will definitely catch him." Margarita said. She knew that no matter how powerful the saboteur was, if he was surrounded and suppressed by the whole country, he would be exhausted, injured, and eventually eliminated.

"Then what's the price? Two hundred or two thousand Austrian lives. Every loyal subject who pays taxes to the Habsburg family deserves my protection." Ladislaus poured out the last bit of beans and soup.

Put it in your mouth. "Your Highness Sazastan, these beans and mutton must be settled reasonably and legally."

Sazastan nodded, and then asked: "So what are the requirements of the Baenre family?"

"Give them the money for the two barrels of wine." Ladislaus's voice did not make Jarlaxle lose control of his excitement. The young monarch's reaction was quite remarkable. It turned out that he did not lose his mind, but used

This approach comes from self-reflection and motivation.

"Please remember for me, Your Highness Sazastan, that all the drinks in this batch will be sent as gifts from me, and the receivables should be returned to the Baenre family in the nearest future."

Worthy of being one of the leaders of the Habsburg family who could spread his reputation across the sea to the Black Continent, it was only at this moment that Jarlaxle realized what kind of person his opponent was.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Thank you so much." Jarlaxle's voice was filled with contemptible humility, but this was not his personal attitude, but his attitude as a diplomat. This attitude was very common in the interactions between small forces and giants.

Necessary. "I will definitely tell my master all about your generosity and kindness."

"These gifts also express my apology. I need you to serve me for a while longer. I hope you can serve me until I catch the attacker." The price of these dozen cars of high-end wine is tens of thousands of thalers.

Ladislaus doesn't give without reason.

"Although I am ashamed, I have to admit that catching Drizzt Duden is not an easy task. I think you must set a time limit. I believe you understand that my force is very harmful to my small city-state.

Important." Jarlaxle's face rarely lost that optimistic smile. The ranger last night had brilliantly proved his strength.

"I insist on doing this, Your Highness Jarlaxle, and I will always pay you appropriately during your service to me." Ladislaus looked like he was going to kill the drow who had embarrassed him and then quickly moved on.

After succeeding, Jarlaxle already knew that his strategy was impeccable: "Then I can only hope that my master will rent me at a good price."

"Well, my drow friend, I guarantee that the owner of Timbatuk will be satisfied with Austria's gift. We will discuss the details later. Why don't you drink some soup? Although the beans are not crispy enough, the soup is too bland.

, but this is a soup made by a woman whose surname is Habsburg. Being able to taste it is a qualification that can be shown off." Ladislaus personally picked up another bowl of untouched soup and handed it to it.

Jarlaxle. "After finishing the soup, I still want to hear your thoughts on how to deal with that Drizzt Duden."

The last plan to deal with Drizzt was entirely drawn up by Ladislaus and his men. Jarlaxle only agreed with everything, knowing that he had nothing to say.

And now Drizzt has used his own fighting to win more status for Jarlaxle.

"Thank you, thank you very much. We should start by insinuating things." Jarlaxle actually drank a bowl of soup, but who can refuse the food handed over by the Austrian monarch himself?

Jarlaxle knew he couldn't do it, but maybe his boss could, and his boss's boss could do it even more.

Or someone who thinks he is his boss and his boss’s boss can.

He has always been a free man without any boss.

In the past, some people thought they were his boss, but Jarlaxle proved them wrong in the end, and this time was no exception.

However, Jarlaxle still needs the support of the big man's intelligence network for the time being, and the woman he provided is not bad, although not as good as this one, although she does not know how to make soup.

"But please don't comment so much on the Marquise's soup. In fact, I'm just thinking about having another bowl. It tastes really good."

A charming smile crept onto his face again, and Jarlaxle nodded slightly to Margarita.

His irritation to Ladislaus was not to create a crisis for Margarita, it was just collateral damage. His real purpose was to arouse Ladislaus' emotions, which could be used to his advantage.

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Chapter completed!