Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

captive.

The expressions of the human representatives sitting in the audience changed slightly, and they exchanged glances.

This is a clever move, worthy of the handwriting of the elves.

From a rational point of view, exchanging living prisoners for dead skeletons is undoubtedly a cost-effective transaction.

If Kant agrees, then the elves are equivalent to exchanging a group of Goethe prisoners of relatively low relative value for the greatest pacification of a storm.

If Kant doesn't agree, it will be even better - in the eyes of His Royal Highness Kant, the safety of the compatriots who bravely fought and captured Goethe is not as good as some gold coins, Goethe people, what do you think?

Kant's expression remained unchanged, and said indifferently: "Hey, do you still keep prisoners? This is the first time I know. I thought that every time you win a battle, the first thing you do is massacre the city and kill the prisoners."

He glanced at Tagris and the wise man Elendil beside him, and said nonchalantly: "Then the middle and lower elf officers and nobles go around the city to catch children to eat, while the high-ranking officers and nobles hunt for the strong or ugly. Inferior racial males go back and do art shows with their wives."

Hong San bit his hand for the first time, Leona's behavior was a little short, and although she tried her best to close her mouth, she still let out a fart-like choked laughter.

The other humans and elves looked at each other, a meme that only the members of the banquet last night could understand.

Elendil's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, looking at Kant, his eyes were full of intense grief and anger, as if to say that I am not, and Tagris' face remained unchanged, but his right hand was removed from the table as if nothing had happened. , moved to his thigh, his shoulders moved slightly, as if twisting the flesh on his thigh.

After a while, the wise man couldn't hold back, and lowered his voice to protest: "His Royal Highness Kant, please don't slander and fabricate rumors to slander the Muyue Dynasty!"

Kant's eyes widened: "How can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air? Where did I spread the rumor?"

Elendil said angrily: "The elves are not a savage and bloodthirsty race, we are the leaders of the civilized world, and we will never allow any act that violates justice and justice to happen in the holy royal army..."

Before he finished speaking, Kant raised his hand strangely and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, the conscience of heaven and earth, I have never made this rumor!"

The humans present were stunned, and then burst into laughter. No matter whether they were poked at the point of laughter or not, whether they thought it was funny or not, they all acted very cooperatively.

People slapped the table, stomped their feet, laughed wildly, and burst into tears.

On the one hand, it is to give Kant face, and on the other hand, the opportunity to laugh at elves does not come every day.

The elves have changed color.

Even though I have been mentally prepared, even if I have become conscious, when I really face it, I still feel indescribable anger and humiliation.

How has the wizard ever been teased, ridiculed, humiliated and entertained by the enemy at the negotiating table?

How many years has this kind of thing happened? Or, has it ever happened even once?

For a while, they glared at Kant, their eyes were like sharp knives, as if they were going to cut this hateful Aurora into a thousand pieces.

In such a situation, Erendil should be able to handle it with ease and ease, but the elf wise man has just been frozen by Kant, and the influence of last night's banquet and the subsequent dialogue on him still hasn't dissipated. , what a shame.

Amid the maniacal laughter and roars, Tagris remained the same.

He said slowly: "Sir Erendil's words are correct, the Dusk Moon Dynasty will never allow any brutal and barbaric acts to appear in the holy army..."

Without waiting for Kant to answer, he stood up and said sternly: "For the massacres that took place in Valentine and surrounding villages and towns, the army generals who commanded and led all of this have an inescapable responsibility."

"Former Twilight Chapter Commander Thrandron, brutal and bloodthirsty, murdered civilians, committed an unforgivable crime, the Council has stripped him of all ranks and honors, expelled him from the army, and abolished his nobility identity, and give him a very severe punishment, and inform the whole kingdom of his crimes."

Looking around at the humans present, he said solemnly: "I repeat, the actions of individual scum cannot represent the entire Royal Army, and we have severely punished officers who committed war crimes."

"The Dusk Moon Dynasty will not avoid mistakes, and has the determination and ability to correct them. I advise everyone here not to slander and frame them at will, and judge the honor of the entire Royal Army with a single case."

Human laughter gradually ceased.

The morale of the elves was a little boosted.

Tagris looked around the crowd, and then took a seat.

Whatever the truth, his statement is beyond reproach.

It's just that Thrandron was severely punished and deprived of everything on the charge of betraying his teacher and humiliating the country because he changed his concept and proposed peace talks at the parliament, betrayed the interest group he was in before, and aroused the anger of the main war faction giants. After being imprisoned, Thrandron was unwilling to accept the olive branch handed over by the Lord and the Dispatch, and was unwilling to become a political tool of another faction, which cut off all hope of recovery.

And now to say that he was severely punished for launching a massacre... as expected of politics.

Kant knew that it was useless to dwell on this issue, but only showed a mocking smile.

The opposite Tagris seemed to see what he was thinking, but his expression did not fluctuate.

Last night, they were sitting together and arguing with each other almost intimately, but now they have become like this.

But a human noble said angrily: "Is it enough just to punish him?"

Elendil, who had just performed poorly, adjusted his mind and looked over with cold eyes: "Is it enough?"

The other party gritted his teeth and said: "Valentan's casualties are not counted, and the number of victims is countless..."

"so what?"

Erendil stood up, his eyes arrogant and arrogant: "The Dusk Moon Dynasty punishes soldiers who commit war crimes in accordance with justice and law, punishes him in accordance with the law, and alerts other officers and generals, that's all - with you What to do, what to do with Valentine, what to do with Goethe?"

This time it was the turn of the humans to change their faces.

The meaning of the other party is very clear, very elf, very hegemonic.

Thrandron was dealt with because he violated the laws of the Twilight Moon, not because he slaughtered you Goths. This is the justice of the elves themselves, not for your Goths.

- Otherwise, it's up to you, are you also worthy?

Before waiting for the human to answer, Erendil sneered, full of aura. He is now middle-aged, past the age of hard-edgedness, but he has been very angry these two days.

"My lord, is it possible that he wants the Dusk Moon Dynasty to compensate Valentine's collateral damage?"

He asked knowingly, and put his hands on the table, lowered his body, stared at each other with oppressive eyes, and smiled: "It's not impossible, wait for your Goethe's army to enter the evening moon and conquer half of the country in March. , Let's talk about it when the treaty that Bing Feng is pointing directly at our capital is signed."

The elves let out disdainful laughs.

The faces of the Goethes all turned red.

There is no more contemptuous insult than this.

The continuous projection of power by the elves to this continent has imprinted the national power, history, culture and other marks of the Dusk Moon Dynasty on the people of all ethnic groups.

The Dusk Moon Dynasty is like the most massive and terrifying monster entrenched on this continent, casting shadows, shrouding everyone in it, and everyone knows the power of elves.

The country is vast, the colonies are numerous, the products are abundant, the wealth is incalculable, and the military is superior to the current world. The expeditionary force in the Goethe** is only a small part of the huge war power of the dusk moon.

After the outbreak of the war, almost all Goethe people cursed and dreamed of letting the elves taste the same way, but Goethe counterattacks and conquers the Elf country, as long as they are a little sensible Goethe people, they are too embarrassed to say it... two The power disparity between nations is too great.

Even the co-owners and powerful empires of the human world are extremely afraid of Duyue.

Not to mention the small principality of Goethe.

In the face of the contempt and provocation of the elves, they felt humiliated and angry, but they were still deeply powerless, just like rising up to resist the aggression, but they already knew the end in their hearts... Such hopeless powerlessness.

At this time, these Goethes woke up from their previous excitement and optimism. This time they negotiated happily, but this is not the case. The elves may not regard this loss as a dangerous failure, and the Evening Moon Dynasty is in this war. still has an overwhelming advantage.

How can this not be despairing and depressing.

But at this moment, Kant raised his hand, pressed it, and his face was calm, without the slightest anger or gaffe.

He said kindly, "Green Elf, sit down."

However, this kind of nickname, the wise man obviously cannot understand the deep meaning. In fact, using the color green to represent a certain situation or state is a unique culture in China. It should be officially formed in the Yuan Dynasty, and even foreigners have no such saying. , let alone an alien spirit.

But that didn't prevent Erendil from seeing that kind of banter in Kant's eyes.

Kant didn't wait for him to have a seizure, and looked at the Goethe, who was a little dejected and angry, and he smiled: "I can understand this green brother's point of view, which means that he earns his own face, and they punish him. Officer, because the massacre broke out, they felt very shameless, so they punished the commander of the elf army to protect their own face."

"As for how many people died on Goethe's side, and how many civilians were slaughtered by Valentine, it's not in their eyes, because the country was invaded and the citizens were slaughtered. That's our loss of face, and people don't care."

"They only maintain their own face, and our face is to be earned back by ourselves."

This principle, Goethe people all understand, but because they understand, they are helpless and frustrated.

"Hey Hey hey."

Kant laughed, and he knocked on the table to make everyone look at him: "Don't cry with a sad face, I haven't finished speaking yet, I earn my own face - I mean, haven't I earned it back?"

The elves were clearly onlookers, and their reactions were quicker. When they heard the words, their eyes changed, and the arrogant and disdainful expressions on their faces suddenly froze. Then, the Goethes also reacted.

Earned it back.

Where?

Outside the city, five dragon flag corps, 60,000 elf soldiers, a great victory that shocked the world.

The casualties on both sides can basically be said to be one life for one life.

The Goethe people who had come to their senses couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Kant with a little more gratitude and respect. After the meeting, today's answer and confrontation will also be spread out.

Even more sober than Valentine's speech.

Kant glanced at Hong San, who was writing like a fly, taking shorthand notes, and a voice recorder on the table.

He looked at the elves again, at those eyes that were angry and angry but helpless.

What are you looking at, haven't you seen the nuclear bomber?

"enough."

Tagris interrupted, looking at Kant: "The debate of words is meaningless, let's go back to the topic, Your Highness Kant, the elves are willing to exchange Goethe captives for the remains of fallen soldiers, all captives captured by the expedition so far can be Take it out and exchange it, what do you think?"

Kant raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait, can the prisoners be exchanged?"

Tagriss complexion changed slightly.

"If that's the case, then we also have prisoners."

Kant showed his shining teeth: "We don't have the habit of killing prisoners. The Twilight Chapter that surrendered that day did not die. We are conducting a selection trial. The elf soldiers who participated in the massacre of civilians will be judged by the people of Valentine. and punishment..."

Duke Tiling's expression changed: "Are you willing to exchange prisoners?"

"Yes and no."

Kant raised a finger: "Among the soldiers who surrendered in the Twilight Chapter, I will select 100 elf soldiers who were seriously injured, and then 200 elf who had committed minor crimes, did not participate in the slaughter, and were the only child of the family. Enough for three hundred elves..."

He smiled: "To exchange with you all the Goethe soldiers captured by the Elf Expedition so far, this is a very fair deal. After all, the Dusk Moon Dynasty is a responsible country and will save innocent soldiers back to the country at all costs. Isn't it? It's just a group of human captives, how much is it worth? Even if it is to exchange all the captives for an elf, is it worth it? Isn't it, Duke Tagris?"

Erendil protested: "It's not fair!"

"Mr. Wise wants fairness? Well, let's exchange it on a one-to-one basis."

Kant said: "Then I will engrave the words 'This elf was exchanged for a vulgar, ugly, ugly and stupid Goethe soldier by the Duke of Targris and the expeditionary army's high-ranking generals' on the face of every elf soldier that was exchanged. As a souvenir, don't look at me like this, you can also stab Goethe's captive's face 'this Goethe soldier has returned a noble, elegant, pure and honorable elf soldier', I don't care."

"Shameless!"

"abnormal!"

Erendil nearly vomited blood.

Tagris was silent, and his expression still showed no joy or anger.

He asked: "Since His Royal Highness Kant has such a proposal, then, I am afraid that the remains of the elf soldiers want Muyue to exchange for something else?"

Kant nodded: "Well, money, I need money, it is because of your hardships that I had to kill so many elves, which made my hands stained with blood, my conscience was disturbed, and my young mind was greatly hurt. Compensation, mental damage fee, cost of casting spells, war compensation..."

He kept arranging famous projects, and Tagris asked directly, "How much?"

Kant snapped his fingers: "Hong San, report the number."

Hong San took out a piece of paper, glanced at it, and said sternly: "Lord Duke, in view of the various unfair treatment and injuries suffered by His Royal Highness Kant from the elves, and the follow-up..."

Duke Tiling said coldly, "Just tell the result."

Hong San swallowed, made his tone sound calm, and read the final conclusion.

"Therefore, based on the Sovereign gold coins minted in the time of the King of Light, we require the Evening Moon Dynasty to pay His Highness Kant a total compensation of 18 million gold coins, at least half of which is required to be Sovereign gold coins or The other half can be compensated with the equivalent value of various materials…”

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PS1: This is the update today. I didn’t sleep well last night. I was catching a flight today. After tossing home, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. I’ll see if I can write more tomorrow. Good night.