The boy could feel the temperature around him rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is said that when the emperor was angry, millions of corpses would bleed for thousands of miles. This kind of imposing manner was felt by the Lord Lingwu. The golden flame ignited the corner of his clothes, and then burned his whole body along his arms. The young man was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to roll on the spot to extinguish the flame, but after thinking about it, it seems that the flame of Lord Lingwu is not so easy Extinct, just like her anger is not so easy to disappear.
At this time, rolling around still has the problem of being impolite before the king. I am afraid that it will be aggravated, so the young man simply endured it.
There is nothing good about him, except that he has suffered too much in the past, but his heart is still tough, and he can endure loneliness and pain. The flames scorched his entire arm, the boy was dripping with sweat, and said hoarsely:
"If your majesty likes it, can we let our lord give you another one?"
With a bang, his head also burned.
Angry and hot, but that's all. At least from the perspective of visual effects, it is full marks.
The boy was like a human-shaped candle, illuminating the hall.
His eyes were covered with blood, but the boy still didn't beg for mercy. Lord Lingwu said flatly:
"Throw it out, roll it around in the snow, let him clear his head and come back to talk."
The commander of Yinwei stepped forward upon hearing the words, grabbed the young man by the collar, and threw him directly into the snow nest. The boy did not know how many bones were broken all over his body. At this moment, he finally rolled on the ground in pain, letting out a painful wail. Soon after, the flames on his body slowly extinguished, a large area of skin was burned, and only half a pair of shorts were left on his body.
The commander of Yinwei took off his own robe and put it on him, not because he was afraid that he would be cold, but because he was afraid that he would dirty the eyes of Lord Lingwu. In fact, the robe worn by the commander of the Yinwei was very thin and had no effect on keeping warm. The boy was still shivering from the cold.
He walked up to Lord Lingwu and wanted to say something to apologize, but he couldn't say anything temporarily because of the pain. He couldn't even see Lord Lingwu's figure clearly, everything in front of him was blurry, probably because the flames burned his eyes.
Lord Lingwu looked at him with neither sad nor happy tone:
"I remember that your lord likes to buy your life very much, so let me listen to the conditions you brought and see if I can change your life."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—negotiating terms meant that there was something to be said for this matter, and it also meant that the pain he suffered just now was not in vain.
The young man spat out a mouthful of white mist, and said tremblingly:
"Our lord said that your majesty can make any conditions."
Lord Lingwu didn't say anything like "how about giving me Yunyang?" She is already a mature lord who has lived for hundreds of years, so she can naturally understand the subtext. It's okay to ask for conditions casually, and it's the other party's business whether to agree or not. It was meaningless for the lion to open his mouth at this time. When she had just decided to give the crown away, she would think coldly about how many useful things this move could exchange for.
Lord Lingwu said:
"You have a way to send news from Yunyang to Lingwu in a very short time."
She paused and continued:
"I'm afraid it's not just Lingwu. Your Anbu organization should have established a very secret method that can exchange information extremely efficiently. I need to know what it is... No, not just 'know', I need to 'get'. "
The boy hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether he could give away a very precious thing.
Of course, this action is meaningless in the eyes of Lord Lingwu. If that thing is really important, Lide will not risk exposure to contact her at this time, but will deliberately postpone it for a few days, so that she can contact her at this time. Not suspicious. The reason why the young man in front of him pretended to be hesitant was that he hoped to use this move to increase the value of this set of secret techniques, so as to gain an advantage in subsequent negotiations and minimize some losses.
This kind of trick is useless in front of the Lingwu lord, she must get what she wants, it is nothing more than the difference between the other party directly giving it or her grabbing it.
The young man said in a deep voice:
"Yes. We will pass this set of methods to the hidden guard, but we don't want other territories to know."
Lord Lingwu shook his head:
"You are not qualified to make a condition with me. The second requirement is that I want Yunyang's steelmaking method."
The boy replied briefly:
"This... can't be done."
Lord Lingwu snorted, raised his hand, and the flame burned on the young man's body again.
The boy replied without frowning:
"My life is nothing to Yunyang, but we cannot agree to this request. Our lord once said that technological progress comes from the efforts of countless people. If it is easily robbed, it will hurt the hearts of countless creators. Therefore, we will never hand over any of our cutting-edge technologies easily, it is useless for you to kill me, you have to kill hundreds of thousands of talents from Yunyang."
The fire covered the young man's cheeks, and the words that came out of his mouth gradually became ambiguous:
"However... we can... maintain a steady supply for a period of time. This amount per month."
The young man stretched out his swollen hand, first with the palm facing up, then flipping the palm over, repeating this twice.
The Lord of Lingwu waved his hand, casually scattered the flames on the boy's body.
Her eyes were a bit displeased, but she didn't lose her temper, she just continued:
"The third condition."
The boy's body had already started to shake unnaturally, but he still stubbornly turned his side to prick up his ears when he heard Lord Lingwu's voice.
Lord Lingwu didn't care whether he heard it or not, and continued:
"Lead wants this crown in order to fulfill his promise with that murloc named Irene and help her father sit on the throne. My last request is that since I gave the crown, then Irene From now on, I need to live in Lingwu for no less than a year."
The boy froze for a moment.
The pain ate away at his mind, weakening his ability to think.
It was difficult for him to guess the purpose of Lord Lingwu's request, after all, the possible situation was too complicated. He could only understand that Lord Lingwu didn't want to see the Ocean Clan and Yunyang form an alliance smoothly, and planned to use Irene as a hostage to achieve a certain purpose. It may also be because Lide's letter mentioned that Irene has "the power to calm the heart", so Lord Lingwu hit her on her head.
The boy nodded and said:
"I need to confirm this with our lord... For this kind of thing, our lord has never liked to force others."
Lord Lingwu lowered his head and continued to process the documents, regardless of the boy's life and death, and arranged for the commander of Yinwei to send him back to where he came from. Although the young man seemed very uncertain about what he said, she knew that Irene would definitely agree. If the singing princess could sneak into the sea of clouds in disguise for the sake of the ocean tribe, she would be able to go to Lingwu as a hostage for the ocean tribe.
As for what she wanted Irene to do, Lord Lingwu thought for a while and realized that he didn't know either.
She just felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
But it doesn't matter, she doesn't need to convince herself before doing something, and she doesn't need to find some reasons for herself.
Because willfulness is the king's prerogative.