A joking voice suddenly came from the box on the far right of the second floor:
"40 tons? Is Troy already this poor?"
"Your former kingdom princess, the daughter of the temple is only worth this price?"
"Poor."
"I will pay 50 tons!!"
In the box on the right, a young man wearing a golden robe looked disdainfully at the box where Lin An was.
"Hide your head and hide your face, that's what you bunch of losers like to do."
He chuckled lightly, enjoying everyone's admiration.
On the soft sofa, Lin An frowned slightly.
The lady who reached out to squeeze her shoulders was keenly aware of his dissatisfaction, and she hurriedly introduced him with excitement:
"Your Majesty the Special Envoy."
"That box is another safe area, the box where the eldest son of Randy's safe area, Durandi, is."
The lemming holding the sign also hurried back to Lin An, with a look of anxiety in his eyes:
"Sir, he has been having friction with "our" Troy, and he should be here to discuss sending troops."
Afraid that Lin An didn't know what everyone in the wilderness knew, Lemming Yi carefully introduced it in a concise and concise manner.
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Lin An's ear, asking carefully:
"Sir, I estimate that the supplies brought by the Trojan mission this time are only about 30 tons. You bid too quickly."
"How about we give up temporarily? We have shown a high level of sincerity. I believe Polaka will not doubt our identity."
“It’s not that I don’t want to buy it, I am”
Lin An waved his hand to stop the lemming and chuckled nonchalantly.
He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass. He only exposed his eyes and looked indifferently at Durandi who quoted a high price of twenty tons.
The voice masked by mental power resounded throughout the audience:
"51 tons."
"If you dare to make an offer again, we will send troops tomorrow."
Chapter completed!