He seemed to be completely defeated by the series of events that started this morning. He was even more like a little girl who had been turned from physical to spiritual by Xie Ning countless times and still had no way to reason. She was crying until her face turned pale, which made everyone sad.
Those who hear it cry.
The members of the kingdom behind him also showed sorrowful expressions.
Only now do they know that any pride they have is nothing in front of the noble Chinese people.
The surrounding Chinese people looked at them one after another, with the joy of revenge in their eyes.
Xie Ning looked at Sartre even more indifferently.
If not... I'm really taking advantage of you. However, I can go in and out of White Star at any time, and I will still have time to get close to you in the future. Your garbage and rotten kingdom... will be destroyed sooner or later!
He said bitterly in his heart.
…
After a long time, Sartre finally stopped.
"Just tell us what to do with us..."
Immediately, he looked at Xie Ning sadly, and murmured as if he had accepted his fate.
"I heard...our compatriots are almost out of food? We will be out of food in a few days? This is troublesome. It is impossible for our fleet to run around with a pile of food enough to feed millions of people."
Xie Ning had a pointer.
"Yes, yes! But we do! We have enough food to support our noble Chinese brothers! We have even stored a lot of it!"
Sartre's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Then if I release you who shamelessly invaded our territory, shouldn't you... give us some compensation for our losses and thank you for our generosity? You know, you shamelessly invaded our territorial waters.
And it has caused us tragic losses, which is an irrefutable fact?"
Xie Ning asked again.
…
"It's impossible to argue! Absolutely irrefutable! Of course! It's necessary!" Sartre was overjoyed.
As long as he can leave this devil as soon as possible. He thought sadly in his heart.
"That's fine. Why should everyone start going around in circles? Look, how harmonious it is to say this."
Xie Ning smiled and patted Sartre's tearful face. At this time, his face was also full of joy: "That's it, I have wronged you to live in our prisoner of war camp for more than ten or twenty days, until your kingdom sends enough compensation.
Come and talk again?”
Sartre nodded with joy on his face.
"Is the compensation a bit too much? At least it will give us food for a few months... Do you think you can bear it? It can be discussed if you can't bear it? However, you must know that you are His Highness the Prince, so too little compensation... That is simply unfair to you.
What an insult to your noble status!”
Xie Ning said angrily.
Sartre was startled, but nodded sharply.
…
"Just let them go like this?"
Some people in the crowd still looked unwilling.
"It's also for food...otherwise we will be hungry in a few days."
"Moreover, we caused them to lose an entire new battle fleet, leaving them with not a single ship. We also killed one of their Sky Demon War Dukes."
"That's right, brother. Although they are despicable and shameless, after all, they have not caused any losses to us, but we have...actually said enough. Nothing must be done, otherwise it will be no good to anyone. We must at least think about our children.
They, they can't go hungry."
There were people beside him talking in low tones.
…
Xie Ning looked at Sartre, nodded, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something again and turned around. His eyes were full of sympathy.
"Oh, by the way, dear Sartre, you know, we have indeed run out of food recently. We have to go to the sea to fish, so for prisoners of war... you know. They only eat one meal a day, and after more than ten
Twenty days should be no problem? Or, let your kingdom send enough food to redeem you as soon as possible?"
"Oh no!" Sartre, who was beaming with joy, was startled when he heard this. His expression suddenly changed hoarsely, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Your Highness, I am also a prince. You must at least feed me! You will also need food in the future!"
he screamed.
…
"Aren't you also prepared to feed our people? Let's all experience it... As for food, after receiving this batch of compensation, we really don't need it."
Xie Ning walked further and further without looking back and smiled.
"How is that possible! You still have to live in the barren land. Is there anywhere else you can go?"
Sartre suddenly became anxious.
"No, Your Highness! Don't leave! You are also a noble! How can those ordinary people be the same as our noble nobles? We demand treatment that matches our status! Also, Your Highness, you have to consider the future life of your people.
Ah, there are still great opportunities for cooperation between you and the kingdom. Or, you can provide technology, and we can provide food, and both parties can get what they need, and continue to cooperate—"
Behind Sartre, Cavill's eyes lit up, and he shouted hurriedly to Xie Ning's back.
Then, his voice suddenly stopped.
…
Xie Ning, who had already walked away, suddenly turned around, his face full of ferocious anger. He raised his hand and grabbed Cavell from a distance.
Hissing and shuddering sounds were heard one after another in the crowd.
People only saw His Highness Ning turning around in anger and grabbing the air. It was obvious that he was grabbing the air, but Cavill suddenly appeared in his palm in the distance and pinched his neck!
"What's going on? What the hell is this skill? So cool?" Mo Zhan, a few young people of Chinese descent in the crowd, murmured speechlessly.
"So handsome..." Several little girls of Chinese descent had stars in their eyes.
…
"I said, we don't need even a grain of food from you in the future, we only need your compensation this time. And they are my blood compatriots, brothers and sisters of the same race! They have been wronged, and we have to get it back for them.
!”
"As for you...in my eyes, you are nothing!"
Xie Ning looked coldly at Cavill, who was almost out of breath as he held him in the air, and was even paralyzed by the strange scene.
If it weren't for the fierce fighting going on over there in the mountains and seas, I had to execute Plan C to prepare for big things. I didn't have time to deal with your bullshit kingdom, and you just happened to be able to exchange some food for our preparation stage. If it was still useful, I would have crushed you.
I’m so impressed!
And now, you are actually at this time! You still want to use food to blackmail me and bargain with me? You even go so far as to take advantage of our technology?
Idiot, if I were really forced to do anything, wouldn't I change places with you? Would I still let you hold my life in your hands and exchange my technology with you to make you stronger again? Are you insulting my IQ? Or is it true?
Do you think I, the Chinese, are idiots who can be bullied?
…
But, I'm afraid you don't know yet, I really don't like your garbage place - Nagrand is rich, beautiful and vast! In the few months since I left, Academician Qian and the others have also researched the space cracks
The neutralizer is officially put into production! As long as a few hundred are placed there, there will never be any danger at least on the ground!
Although our space magic energy technology is still in its infancy, we may not be able to strengthen the weak points in space involving the laws of the plane and prevent the opening of the channel in this lifetime.
But we can at least neutralize those ubiquitous cracks and turn the place you regard as a forbidden area for mankind into our fertile soil! The foundation of Plan C!
Therefore, we only need a batch of food for the transitional period!
…
"Take them down! As I said, treat them well! Since this person still has the energy to be whimsical, he can just eat one meal in two days."
"As for whether he can survive...if not, let's just say that the respected Marquis Cavill died because he was playing hide-and-seek with Duke Tris in prison."
"We... just let a living prince go back. Isn't that right?"
He put Cavell down and said coldly.
Cavill was stunned, a look of extreme horror suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"No -" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Your Highness, please save me!" He looked at Sartre again in despair.
Sartre, however, remained stunned. His pupils were dilated beyond measure by the strange scene in front of him.
The weird purple magic energy...crazy ghosts all over the sky...and now, there's another weird thing capturing people from the air...
Is he... a devil...
He looked at Xie Ning's back and paid no attention to Cavill's screams. He was already trembling and thinking.
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That night, Sartre stayed up all night.
God, when has my noble Highness Sartre suffered like this? I should be lying on the elegant bed, enjoying the massage of several beloved concubines, and eating exquisite snacks that ordinary people can't eat in their lifetime.
Enjoy my life quietly, a wonderful life!
But now, why should I come to such a ghost place?
The bed was made of hay, with a strong smell of urine. Dinner was bean cakes - something even our noble Prince Sartre's horse didn't like to eat!
But now, Sartre could only sit on the bed, smell the faint fragrance, bite off the bean cake that was almost as hard as a brick, put it in his mouth and slowly melt it, and then with difficulty took it out.
Swallow these rough things that almost scratch your throat.
With every mouthful he swallowed, Prince Sartre's eyes were filled with tears.
…
But it’s much better than the situation of Cavill, a fool!
Sartre suddenly stared hard at the figure in the cell next door and thought comfortingly.
Damn you bastard! It wasn't you, how could I have ended up in this situation? It's all your fault! You still want to defraud the noble Lord Ning's technology? You deserve to have no food! Curse you to go to hell, bastard!
Sartre looked at Cavill's cowering figure and cursed through gritted teeth.
Immediately, he swallowed the last mouthful of bean cake, and anxiously found a bowl full of water in the broken bowl, and swallowed it.
He suddenly felt that his burning belly was finally not so empty, and he sighed contentedly.
Then, he endured the strange smell, lay down on the bed, and covered himself with hay.
…
That night, Sartre huddled on the hay. He felt that the night was extremely long.
However, there are still at least ten or twenty days like this...
I'm a little hungry again... My whole body is so cold...
It's just that he said that he would let a living prince go back.
God, in the hands of this devil, I finally survived?
Sartre burst into tears, and thought happily with joy for the rest of his life. (To be continued...)