01.
Peace negotiations between the Dijon tribe and Mülheim begin.
Naturally, this negotiation took place in the Winner's Winter City in Mülheim, which is the prerogative of the winner.
The chief of the Dijon tribe sent his son Mattis to Winter City in order to show his sincerity—of course, this is a nice way of saying it, but it was actually done out of helplessness or other purposes, but the first principle of politics It is to speak with a high-sounding sound, so, you understand.
Then, three minutes after the negotiation started, the chief’s son Mattis directly took out the magic crystal gun and killed the priest of light who came with him. That kind of indescribable.
Everyone present was shocked by Matisse's sudden shot.
But soon everyone realized it—after all, none of the people involved in the negotiations were simple people: Matisse, the heir of the Dijon tribe, Lannon, the University of Milheim, Duke Jackson of the Magnolia Empire, and the Dark Pope Monroe.
Previously, Hill asked Jackson to stay longer at his daughter's wedding because he thought the situation might be more dangerous. As a result, the war broke out on the night of the wedding, and Jackson stayed in Mülheim directly, and met his son by the way Jefferson's rare highlight moment.
Until now, in the three-party talks, the old Jackson’s identity is enough to represent the Yulan Empire, so he happened to participate in the negotiations. Presumably, the Yulan Emperor has no objections, hehe, hehehe.
After the young chief of the Dijon tribe shot down the bright priest beside him, he put the magic crystal pistol on the table as if nothing had happened, and then showed a rather innocent smile: "Now we can have a good talk, everyone .” This guy really looks like a leading man.
Mathis, the chief’s young master, made other people exchange glances. The Grand Maester groaned, but did not respond for a while. Old Jackson drank tea, concealing his surprise just now. Seeing that no one was talking, Monroe himself said calmly: "Explain your current behavior." He was the youngest of the three, but he had experienced as much storms and waves as they did.
"I thought you also needed to explain why you are here." The chief's young master Mattis said so rampantly.
His unfriendly words made Grand Maester Lennon sweat. He didn't know much about the Dark Pope, but he also knew that the other party was definitely a ruthless character. Just look at the canyon. It is not known what kind of thoughts this young chieftain has in mind, but this rude word is too...
Unexpectedly, Monroe didn't care about it at all, but explained seriously: "Because the Dark Vatican and the demons behind the Dark Vatican want to gain some benefits from the Dijon tribe."
"So that's the case." The chief's young master Mattis nodded, and then he questioned: "The question is why are you sitting here?"
University scholar Lennon felt his heart tremble.
"Because you lost." Monroe continued calmly, "However, if you are thinking of 'deliberately irritating the other party to test the other party's strength', 'you will know what conditions you can ask after the test', 'Can you sit down? Those who come here are definitely smart people, so they won’t do it just because of this kind of personal grievance’… If this kind of thing, I kindly advise you to stop this kind of behavior.”
If the situation and the world were changed, this brave and resourceful young chief might become the protagonist of the world.
It's a pity that he met Monroe.
Mathis, the young chief who was directly punctured, couldn't help but frowned: "Well, it looks like you are very smart, I don't need to play tricks."
"Thanks to your God of Light, you still know that you are playing tricks." Monroe mocked without blinking.
Old Jackson listened beside him, and felt that Monroe's words were full of Hill's characteristics.
After being ridiculed like this, Matisse couldn't help but clenched his fist, then let go, then he lowered his eyes to look at his hand, and explained as quickly as possible: "The Church of Illuminati promised a lot to my father, my father After hesitating, I finally pushed him, and he launched this war. Then after I failed, I persuaded him to let me negotiate." He is extremely rich, but after all, he is in his early twenties, so he can control his emotions Maybe not so perfect.
"It sounds like we should ask you to settle the score." Grand Maester Lennon said calmly.
"No, you should thank me." Mattis also recovered his own feelings, and he said seriously: "Because I gave you this situation."
Old Jackson sneered: "You dare to say it, you are really a formidable young man."
Matisse dismissed the taunt as he continued: "I've been watching things in the Projection Stone, and I've watched the movies, and I've been inspired a lot, and I understand that Dijon is impossible to defeat a country with these ideas. Yes, even with the help of the Church of Light." He looked at him with some thoughts and a certain attitude.
"So you deliberately promoted this war." University scholar Lan Nong said, it turned out that the other party also accepted the influence of the demon culture: "You let so many people die for your own selfish desire."
"Yes, it's for my own selfish desires." Matisse admitted without changing his face: "I am the heir of my father, but now he prefers my younger brother. My position is in jeopardy. doesn't support me, so I need to do something about it."
"It sounds like you're treason," Monroe said.
"This country belongs to me, so why talk about treason?" Matisse said casually, his voice was quite imposing at this moment, "I am the future chief of the Dijon tribe, and they bleed and die for me. It’s also a matter of course.”
Monroe, however, was unfazed: "Oh, so you killed the accompanying church member in the first place."
"Yes." Matisse was a little surprised to see such a calm Monroe. Generally speaking, he would be a little moved when he sees such an outstanding person. He is not narcissistic, because objectively speaking, he is indeed powerful, but The three people on the opposite side didn't react except for the surprise at the beginning. Is this the demeanor of a great country... But what he didn't know was that these people usually faced that monster Hill a lot, and they had already gotten used to it. , but compared to Hill... well... you know. These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Matisse quickly put aside his distracting thoughts. He knew what he should do and what he should say: "I need a safe place to talk. As long as you support me to become the chief, I am willing to pay some price." That's the point.
"I roughly understand what you mean," Monroe nodded: "Your point of view is that a country that is not your country is not your country." Monroe's words were a little convoluted, but everyone present understood what he meant.
Matisse nodded happily: "You can understand me, I'm starting to like you, Your Holiness, I think we can get along, the Dark Holy See can replace the Dijon Tribe to replace the previous position of the Bright Church." He directly threw Go for a big stack.
But Monroe did not speak for a long time.
"What's the matter?" Mattis asked, "Is there anything else to ask?" He lost his composure a little.
"Actually, in terms of status, I can't accuse you of anything... It's better to say that it helped a lot." Monroe's voice was still faint, and no emotion could be heard: "If that's the case, then it's fine." If Hill Here, you will find that Monroe is a little unhappy at this time.
The behavior of the chief’s young master Mattis at the beginning made this negotiation lose the tension it should have. During the conversation between Luo and Matisse, the broken thinking was reorganized bit by bit. Afterwards, both sides made demands on behalf of their own empires, and then there was some time for wrangling as usual, which had nothing to do with Monroe, but he still listened.
This war looks anticlimactic, but the result is caused by too many factors. The real world is not so dramatic. So many dead, so many shouting for glory, those Dijonians, those Mülheimers, it was nothing more than a political struggle in the end.
The great scholar Lannon walked out of the room with a heavy heart. He looked at the pure sky of Mülheim and was speechless for a long time.
Most of the buildings in this area of Winter City are in the dome style. Not far away is the building of the White family. The dome of their house is made of neatly cut gray-blue rocks. The gaps between the rocks can be clearly seen under the bright light, which makes the whole building look simple and majestic, and makes the viewer feel enlightened. There is a golden spire on the dome. Compared with the whole simple and generous building, the spire is quite exquisitely built. On the base of the flower buds, there are knotted branches, and the top holds a golden six-petal snowflake, which is in the sky. There is a little golden glow under it.
The White family also came to an end.
University scholar Lennon's mood suddenly became heavier, and he sighed slowly.
A familiar voice sounded next to him: "You don't have to be like this."
The Grand Maester turned his head and saw the Dark Pope Monroe.
"Humans have always been like this, and he can also be called a hero." Monroe continued, he could see why the Grand Scholar Lennon was sad.
"Heroes... According to the concept of the demons, it is true." Grand scholar Lan Nong smiled wryly, and his voice was a little bleak: "You don't understand the complexity of human beings."
"Really." Monroe just said this, without explaining that he was once a human being, nor did he explain that he had experienced all kinds of human feelings. no need.
"But it's really good to be a demon." The bachelor smiled slightly after saying this, and then showed a worried expression: "I don't know who will take over my class after I die in other years. Right now, Ice Emperor Not all the officials under the imperial court are mediocre, but they are still lacking a lot compared to me." What he said was not narcissism, but the truth.
Monroe replied, "It's inappropriate for you to tell me that."
"When people are old, they tend to babble, forgive me." The bachelor said sincerely.
"An exception, though, if you're asking for help," Monroe said.
"... Is it possible?" The Grand Maester asked expectantly. In fact, this is what he meant by saying this. He wanted to ask Monroe if there was a way for humans to become demons.
"I'm not very clear, I'll ask other demons." Monroe replied: "At present, there are two ways I know, the first way is definitely impossible for you, and the second way seems to require a lot of sacrifices "The first type is a full-time death knight, which will directly kill the grand maester, and the second type is a blood ghost. Monroe only heard about it, but he is not very clear.
"Okay." The Grand Maester bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"It's a piece of cake, too," Monroe said.
The Grand Maester hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Actually, I have doubts. In fact, from your point of view, it would be better for a human like me to die completely."
Monroe said lightly: "It's also for a thought in my heart, and the devil will definitely do the same."
Lan Nong, a bachelor, was stunned for a moment: "Think about it?" He read some novels recently, and his imagination flashed for a moment.
Monroe obviously didn't intend to explain: "Anyway, it's easy to do." He ended the conversation with these words, and then he drew a dark god's symbol on his chest: "I wish you a good day, the dark god blesses you, Grand Maester."
The Grand Maester understood that this was the end of the conversation, so he also saluted, "Thank you for your blessing, Your Majesty." It sounds like a curse, not a blessing... Grand Maester Lennon couldn't help but think so.
Monroe picked up his cane and nodded and smiled at him. After the grand maester blinked, he saw him disappear directly in place.
The Grand Maester couldn't help but sigh again, but the content was completely different from the beginning.
02.
When Monroe found Hill, the latter was sleeping. After finishing the banquet last night, Hill had new inspiration for the Devil's Playground, so he stayed up all night until noon the next day. In fact, his body is not tired, but after more than 20 years of being a normal human being, his heart is still quite tired after a night without sleep, so he climbed into bed decisively and fell asleep peacefully. Speaking of which, one of the great advantages of being a Demon King is that he never suffers from insomnia, and falls asleep as soon as he wants to. However, there is also a small disadvantage that there is no time to think about it before going to bed. Of course, this is an absolute flaw, and it is still under my own control after all.
Hill felt Monroe's breath in his sleep, but he didn't intend to wake up, but continued to sleep. It was completely dark when he woke up, he sat up from the bed, and immediately saw Monroe sitting by the window, looking at the night view of Winter City.
This is what I have been waiting for.
"It's rare to see you have such free time." Hill was actually a little moved in his heart, but he still said so on the surface.
"There are some things, but they are not important." Monroe turned around and said, "So I want to accompany you willfully."
That's it... Hill complained: "You should wake me up."
"It's good to get along like that," Monroe said.
"That's true." Hill couldn't help but smile, and it felt good to see Monroe by his side when he woke up. He patted the bed and signaled Monroe to sit beside him: "Well... I wanted to ask about the negotiation, but now I really want to spend a while alone with you quietly."
"Okay." Monroe curled his lower lip.
It was snowing outside again, and the snowflakes drifted quietly in the night.
Hill held Monroe in a daze for a while, feeling that his brain was slowly waking up, and the rationality returned to him, which made him feel a little annoyed, and felt that such a very awake state was not very good.
Monroe was keenly aware of his mood, but he didn't speak, just shook his hand.
Hill smiled at him, and then said, "Okay, we can talk."
So Monroe told Hill everything that had happened in the negotiations. After hearing this, Hill let himself lie down on the bed again: "Ah, that sounds like a really powerful person."
"He is indeed a powerful character, and he is very good at controlling the emperor's ruthlessness." Monroe said.
"You mean 'but'?" Hill asked.
"Yes. I'd say 'but,' Reigns need more than just being ruthless," Monroe said.
"You don't like him that much," Hill said, looking at the ceiling.
"No, I don't care about him, it's just irrelevant," Monroe said.
"Almost everyone doesn't matter to you." Hill couldn't help laughing, and he kicked Monroe: "You do this every time, and the next implied words of 'only I matter'... always If so, you will make me swell."
Monroe smiled and said nothing.
Seeing Monroe like this, Hill had evil thoughts: "...so don't you ask me where the swelling is?"
... This dialogue can drive a car, and it is worthy of Hill.
In short, after some verbal driving, Hill rested his head on Monroe's thigh and continued to look at the ceiling: "Since the other party has ambitions, then go ahead and do it. I don't really want to engage in political struggles, so I'll leave it to you."
"Not interested?" Monroe asked.
"If I still have interest, it's just that the more I engage in these things, the more disappointed I am with human nature." Hill closed his eyes and said, "The more disappointed I am with human nature, the more ruthless I am. It’s just right, I don’t want to be more ruthless, I’m going to engage in anime novels and movies, I want to immerse myself in the virtual world and feel true love.”
Then he was kissed by Monroe.
Then Monroe's low voice came: "Okay, you go to do what you like, dirty things, I will take care of it for you, Hill."
Hill couldn't help but hugged Monroe tightly: "You are so kind, I love you."
"I love you too," Monroe replied.
Where does this love come from, and what does it consist of
who cares. don't care. Just being able to hug, kiss and stay together is enough.
Of course, it would be even better if you could have sex.
With such thoughts in mind, Hill stretched out his claws.
Wherever the love comes, it will come naturally. Hey.
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