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The city of Agen Toratong is enveloped in an incredible atmosphere.
The residents and outsiders in the city all have varying degrees of incomprehensible doubts about the current situation. It is only out of fear, worry, confusion and other various concerns that they do not blurt out their doubts.
Wanting to get the answer but worrying about the unpredictable consequences and side effects, the calm faces coming and going are full of worries about gains and losses.[
Regardless of common people or knights; humans or elves; the question in the minds of the occupiers and the occupied is the same.
——[What is the situation now? How long will it last?]
"A bloodless occupation is a good thing. If those guys correct their attitude, I won't feel as awkward as I do now."
Schengen held down the hilt of the knife and complained softly. Tire turned around, with a warning look on his face that made the militant immediately swallow his unfinished complaints. The corner of his mouth twitched, and his expression continued to show a bad mood.
The subordinates patrolled the city wall with a consistent rhythm. On their right was Argentola, a deserted and ruined street scene. On their left was a knight who was fully armed and looked like a walking iron furnace.
The frowning faces under the helmets of the knights showed all their bad moods and thoughts.
——[It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault.]
It took no effort to read the knights' unabashed thoughts, and the elves' mood also became worse.
In fact, as far as they are concerned, there is no idea that makes them more angry than this kind of abdication of responsibility and joint position misalignment.
He regards himself as a victim and ignores the long-term persecution of the elves by humans. He avoids mentioning all the responsibility for provoking the war on the human side. He also turns a blind eye to the restraint of not abusing the captives and not harassing the residents. It is just cold,
He looked at the pointy-eared uninvited guest with a bit of contempt.
Fortunately, it is the elves who have the initiative in the situation now. If the humans win, I don't know what worse things will happen waiting for them. After imagining the consequences, the elves' anger was suppressed a little.
But the knights should correct their attitude as soon as possible to the peaceful coexistence of the two sides. Otherwise, in the tense confrontation, the peacefully occupied Agen Toratong City will not know when an accident will happen, and a small spark can expand into a
A full-scale conflict turned this quiet town into a street fighting hell filled with barricades. The elves were happy to practice their textbook knowledge on how to use explosives to demolish houses, turn blocks into minefields, etc. when things turned into that.
The energy and depression index of the young elves have accumulated to the point where they are ready to blow up any rocks they see. This is not a good sign. The sight of the planned strongholds, territories, and fiefs being turned into ruins does not bring happiness at all.
I feel like it might attract human armies from other places, which would not be fun at all.
"Finally, we won. I'm really looking forward to the celebration."
The person who changed the atmosphere was Wolfwess, 13 years old, with the rank of private, with a rare crew cut, and a happy and evil smile on his face, which revealed all his childishness.
"What a celebration! It's perfect for everyone to dance around the fir tree and the bonfire!"
“It’s a harvest festival, but this year’s harvest is so big that it’s not a bad idea to do it earlier.”
Schengen had a helpless expression on his face, but from his wry smile, we could see that he was also looking forward to the celebration.
Celebrate the victory, celebrate the harvest, celebrate that no compatriot lost his life this year, celebrate that the whole clan finally met a qualified leader.
——There are so many things to celebrate, and they are all good things that make the elves cheer and find it difficult to suppress their excitement. A few of the most mature and stable uncles opened the cellar and have been keeping them for many years, only for treating the seriously injured and offering sacrifices.
The pure wine used in the ceremony was transported to Agen, and the girls were seizing every second to cut and make new clothes.
"I'm so envious. Girls are all clamoring to dance with Mr. Li Lin. I also want to be surrounded by girls, even just once."[
"You can make your wish come true by getting into the women's bathroom. Not only will they surround you, they will also chase you to the ends of the earth until the end of your life. Remember to write down your thoughts and tell us what it feels like to be chased by girls."
Schengen's ill-intentioned rants choked Wolfe and he rolled his eyes. Exaggerated sweat poured out from his forehead and ran down his cheeks, along his chin and down his throat, making his underwear wet. His face hurriedly turned aside to avoid Schengen's narrow-minded expression of looking at the joke.
"Don't go too far. We're still on a mission right now, so keep your skin tight."
Stopping and turning back to his upright and serious face, Tire frowned, adding warning and dignity to his tone. The rudimentary officer's demeanor shocked the two subordinates who were somewhat carried away.
"Although it is true that there is a truce now, no one can guarantee what will happen next. The war is not over until Mr. Li Lin and the bishop have reached an agreement. Do you understand?"
"Yes! Sir! (jwhol)"
The body that has been trained to be part of the reflex instinct reacts immediately, leaning on the legs, standing at attention, and saluting. The laughing teenagers immediately became military cadets. The serious fourth-level sergeant major returned the salute and led the team to continue his patrol mission.
The human knight's lazy manner and sarcastic snickers did not leave the perception range of Tyr, who was known for his carefulness and seriousness. He cleared all the emotions that would cause intense friction from his mind and glanced subconsciously at the corner of his eye, which was particularly conspicuous in the entire town.
The Earl's Mansion - the luxurious mansion that serves as a negotiation center is the key to determining where the current chaotic situation will eventually lead.
【What do you plan to do with this city and its residents?】
With a difficult problem that he couldn't figure out, Tier's hand on the handle of the knife tightened a little more.
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Brunhil tried hard to control his facial expressions and tried his best not to show the emotions that were shocked and fluctuating in his heart.
Because the forced attempt was too obvious, the true thoughts under the poor disguise were naturally exposed and obvious.
In fact, Brunhil's performance in visiting high-end clubs is similar to that of ordinary country girls.
Excited, excited, scared, cautious...
Staring at the awkward pair of catkins that he didn't know where to place, Bishop Capelle showed an ambiguous smile like any normal bureaucrat in the club.
Of course, the polite behavior will arouse the dislike of women. Brunhil was stared at by the middle-aged human with malicious eyes, and a layer of goose bumps rose up on his skin, and the disgusting feeling spread all over his body like slugs crawling on his body.
The time and circumstances really don’t allow it, otherwise...
In the name of the Mother Goddess, Brunhil will definitely teach this middle-aged pervert a lesson he will never forget.
[We can’t castrate him yet...]
He muttered reasons to himself to suppress the urge to take the knife. His briefly frowning eyebrows relaxed, and his expression returned to a lukewarm mask mode emphasizing the sense of distance. His eyes scanned every corner of the room without daring to relax.
The layout and furnishings in the room called [Salon] were no stranger to her. Through Li Lin's wonderful wings, the elf students were deeply impressed by the room and its owner.[
It was only when he was there that Brunhil discovered the huge difference between the picture and the actual arrival.
The room designer and owner pursues extravagant fashion and is arty to the point of spending millions of money;
A room full of gold and silver jewelry, marble sculptures, and oil paintings and sketches that are valuable but not enough to fill your stomach is a shock to your eyes;
——You can only truly feel this by putting your feet on the floor of the room and observing closely with your eyes.
The so-called aristocrats are people who place a high priority on enjoyment, and for this reason they do not hesitate to create the theory of "taste and style" to cover up their luxurious and lustful nature.
But at the same time, he is also the most sanctimonious person.
The large outside living room displays most of the statues and paintings praising the Mother Goddess’s creation and care for mankind as well as the Kingdom of Charlemagne, and stained glass showing the achievements of magicians, giving newcomers the illusion of entering a church. The inner room is small
The items displayed in the salon were all high-priced hobby items inlaid with luxurious gold and silver frames and precious stones, which even Brynhildr, who lacked knowledge of appreciating art, could tell.
[A stale human being who wears the cloak of piety and pursues low-speed desires...?]
For at least hundreds of years, the masterpieces of craftsmanship that have been designed to impress viewers have only received cold contempt in the hearts of elf girls.
Contempt is mixed with a sense of inferiority that one is not even aware of, and conclusions of hatred are all covered in a group of faceless statues called nobles.
"Your abilities amaze me, Siegfried Otto Lilin."
Taking a sip of tea, the fragrance after adding lemon spread on the tip of his tongue. The bishop happily opened his sagging eyelids that had been eroded by time, and gave a look of admiration casually, with a perfunctory meaning overflowing.
[Disciple of etiquette.]
Brynhilfa Rang's expression became violent, his fists were clenched tightly, and blood slowly seeped out from between his fingernails.
Quack quack!!
The horrifying cry gave the room with insufficient lighting a somewhat sinister atmosphere. The bishop's familiar crow glared at the elf girl in a demonstrative manner, spreading its wings wide in an intimidating posture.
"Sorry, my familiar is very sensitive to emotions such as malice and murderous intent. No matter how realistic the smile is on the face, the malice of wanting to kill people or beating people will not change. Am I right? Miss.
?”
There was a sinister anger rolling under the ambiguous tone, and the lake-green eyes stared straight at Brunhil with lightning-like sharpness.
The next moment, the sticky cold may turn into an attack spell and stab straight at you.
"We are just country people from the valley. It is inevitable that we will be excited when we go to a high-end place for the first time. Your familiar may have mistaken the excitement of the country people for the atmosphere of struggle, Your Excellency Bishop Capelle."
For the first time, the reassuring young man's voice sounded in the Earl's salon. The calm and authoritative words made Brunhil, who had once wanted to respond to Bishop Capelle's question, calm down again and stood aside quietly.
answer.
The tone, which is as flat as a quiet lake, does not have the pretentious cadence of the upper class, nor is it as relaxed as the wanton laughter and curses of the common people. The low and charming voice changes the deteriorating atmosphere.
"I see, my little guy has indeed been a little over-sensitive lately."
After adjusting his cassock, the bishop sank back into the comfortable sofa stuffed with bird feathers, with a sullen expression like a bad boy whose prank had been exposed.
Playing tricks at the negotiation table is not a simple low-level goal like a child's laughter at others' misfortune. It can irritate the other party and cause the opponent to make reckless mistakes. It does not undermine the negotiation, but at the same time, it can be used as an excuse for the other party's impoliteness.
Ask for substantial benefits and seize the initiative in negotiations.
After being belatedly aware of the bishop's wishful thinking, Brunhil couldn't help but secretly marvel at the middle-aged man's shrewdness.
He is experienced and has a clear and flexible mind. However, his simple and practical middle-aged appearance hides his dangerous nature and induces his young and energetic opponents to step into the trap and get what he wants.
The cunning old fox, the despicable and hypocritical monk;
Because of Li Lin's relationship, Brunhil did not add the title of "profiteer" in his condemnation.
The goals pursued by both sides of the negotiation table can be said to be the same, and the means are also not glorious, but Brunhil does not think that the two can be compared.
[There is a huge difference in temperament.]
After making such a judgment, Brunhil secretly let out a breath and turned his attention to Bishop Capelle, who looked much more aged than his actual age. The man with deep wrinkles on his forehead was slowly opening the curtain to cover the subject of the negotiation.
"Black-haired kid, let's first confirm the content of the agreement we agreed on last time."
"As you wish."
The noisy cries of crows hovering over the carrion failed to arouse the anger of the lions who rested after the meal. Small tricks are meaningless in front of the superiors who control the key points.
Like the owner of the mansion, the young man dressed in elf folk costume stretched out his palm and made a "please" gesture.
After being pushed back by the soft nail that was neither humble nor arrogant, the bishop's face felt uncomfortable, and he glanced at the priest Robert beside him. The priest, who had just entered middle age, spread out the parchment and read out eloquently:
"Based on common faith, under the witness of the loving Mother Goddess..."
The monotonous, boring and long opening chapter, with the chanting of the clergy reciting it like a hymn, has a bit of a religious narrative feel to it. However, no one takes it seriously, and no matter how recited it is with great emotion, it can only slightly alleviate the yawning of the audience.
The priest, who knew this, quickly avoided empty and cumbersome preaching and entered the important part. Brunhil also cheered up and began to check the results of the talks she had participated in.
The secret contract without a formal name has a text form similar to a contract, but the specific content is closer to the profit distribution contract after the post-war reshuffle of the various forces.
The specific content is summarized in a total of 4 items.
First, the elves are not allowed to station a single soldier in Agen Tolaton, and the administrative power of Agen Tolaton is exercised by the church;
Second, the count's mansion was handed over to the elves, and 90% of the property in the count's name was transferred to the name of Bishop Capelle;
Thirdly, Bishop Capelle subscribed for 70% of the Niflheim porcelain and cotton industry, and Bishop Capelle was responsible for the sales of the above-mentioned products to the southern region of the Kingdom of Charlemagne;
Fourth, the elves can send representatives to be stationed in Agen Tolaton, and the station will be the residence of the Count of Agen Tolaton. They cannot carry weapons, and the costs of maintaining operations will be borne by the elves;
The above-mentioned terms obviously meant that the elves and Li Lin suffered a big loss, and the bishop got a big advantage for nothing. It is really hard to imagine that Li Lin, who was so shrewd and never made mistakes, agreed to it without much thought.
Brunhil found it incredible.
The bishop who received a lot of benefits didn't see it that way.
【This is a well-planned conspiracy from beginning to end.】
This depressing voice echoed repeatedly in the heart of the bishop sitting on the sofa.
The bishop once thought that he knew the meaning of the document he signed.
The elves need to concentrate on dealing with the biggest crisis. Bishop Capelle covets the actual control of Agen Tolatong. When the two demands converge, there is a figure standing in the middle of the crossroads of the interests.
——Count Agentolaton.
Needless to say, the bishop himself wanted to kick out the earl, completely control the earldom of Argento and monopolize the gold mines of Niflheim. The elves, because their survival was directly threatened by reality, they had no intention of [killing the earl].
With extraordinary urgency and enthusiasm, the bishop had a clear grasp of this situation and dared to cooperate with the pointy-eared pagans. At the same time, he took the opportunity to ask for what would have been very troublesome under normal circumstances, so he almost discussed possible unilateral profit conditions.
The black-haired boy who negotiated on behalf of the elves, that is, Siegfried Otto Lilin, who was sitting opposite him with a smile on his face, did not hesitate for a second and agreed to all the harsh conditions.
At that time, the bishop just thought that the other party was too young and knowledgeable, and at the same time lacked the bargaining capital, so he allowed himself to take whatever he wanted. After Li Lin and Brunhil left the church, they laughed again and again, almost laughing until they died.
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How ridiculous.
The bishop said something spicy to himself who had smiled contemptuously at that time. What happened next seemed to be a slap in the face to the bishop who felt good about himself.
The bishop was slapped in the face repeatedly by himself and Li Lin until his face was swollen.
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Small theater time
Brunhil: By the way, Earl's Palace is really rich, even though I can't understand art (——-b)
Li Lin: It doesn't matter, it will all be ours soon.
Brunhil:...You don't want to pack them all up and take them away, do you?
Li Lin:...How do you know?
Brunhil: Please explain the large and small boxes and furoshiki behind you...
Li Lin: What a nonsense! I was just afraid that the artwork would become moldy and damaged by moisture, so I moved it to a safe place!
Brunhil: Well, today's prize-winning quiz is about the city we occupied - Agen Tolatong. Please find out the origin of the city's name and the reasons. Book friends who guess correctly will receive bonus points.