In the slightly dimly lit conference hall, the dancing flames made Iran Hill's Foreign Minister Steed feel very uncomfortable. In his office in Iran Hill, he uses the latest incandescent lamps, which are bright and stable, and they don't feel uncomfortable for the eyes for a long time.

Many of the buildings in Seris have been defenced and have been retrofitted with huge windows that allow for plenty of sunlight when there's plenty of light.

In short, everything there seems to be a huge difference from what is in front of you, and even the spirit of the people seems to be different. Looking at the ministers of the Arrant Empire who were bowing slightly, Steed felt that the workers he saw on the streets of Ceris City were more energetic than them.

However, these things are not something that Stryd needs to worry about, all he has to do is to bully the weak here and turn the will of Ellan Hill into a shackle around the neck of the Arrant Empire.

"Mr. Stred! You're a little too harsh, aren't you? Although the Arrant Empire was defeated, it may not have the strength to fight...... "Clark hadn't recognized Steady in front of him when they met, although the two had met once more than a year ago. He pointed to the peace document in front of him and complained to Steed.

Sterred nodded and said approvingly, "Oh? Do you still have the strength to fight? That's great, I'll pack my things and go back, let's talk about victory and defeat on the battlefield between our two countries, that's the most intuitive. ”

The choked Prime Minister Clark opened his mouth for a while and didn't know what to say, after all, no one dared to speak like this in front of him for a long time.

One of the foreign ministers next to him reacted quite quickly, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, no! The war has finally stopped, and we cannot allow it to continue. ”

Some of the remaining ministers hurriedly diverted the topic and helped their prime ministers to play the round. They talked about him left and right, and finally got Stered to give up on the topic and continue to dwell on it.

Because of the lack of information, Stred did not know that a young man named Lester had taken Farud with the strength of three reserve regiments. The Arrant Empire resisted desperately, the 100,000-strong army was wiped out at Farud, and the Prince of Lombak and General Zorn fled to Tunsk, barely holding their ground.

When the news reached Arantix, the royal city of the Arrant Empire, it was tightly sealed, because negotiations with Elanhill were ongoing, and Clark was afraid that Strid, who got the news, would increase his demands.

Looking at Clark, the bald Stryder recalled the time when he had come to visit the Imperial Chancellor. At that time, he knelt humbly in front of the prime minister, and even his voice trembled when he spoke.

At that time, the Arrant Empire was so powerful, so powerful that he could only look up, and even after being ridiculed, he didn't have the courage to show even the slightest dissatisfaction.

However, in less than two years, he returned to this place again, dressed in extremely beautiful clothes, sitting at the negotiating table, opposite the man who had been high and high, and could only maintain a humble attitude towards him at all times.

In response to such a change, Stered suddenly had a sense of creation. He felt that it was really nice to be in Iran Hill, where the smell of soot permeated the air, and at this moment he thought about it, it had a faint fragrance.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and touched his bald head, he looked really interesting now as a middle-aged bald man, Chris often joked about his bald head, but in the eyes of the Arrant Empire, his bare head, no matter how he looked at it, there was a ruthless charm.

"I have a gift that we got from Ellen Hill, something very memorable, and I hope the Prime Minister will accept it." With that, Steed pulled something pointed out of his pocket and placed it on the table. The thing was snow-white and smooth, like a tiny dagger.

"We've struck down 17 dragons in Fallen Dragon City! It was a dragon tooth plucked from the mouth of the largest dragon...... You don't see how big the dragon is, one head can fit an entire adult. Strad smiled and pushed the tooth in front of Chancellor Clark.

Although there was nothing unkind about his words at all, the ears of everyone in the Arrant Empire's negotiation team were full of threats and intimidation. They swallowed involuntarily, their spines bent even more.

A country that can kill dragons and pull out their teeth to show off, a country that can kill dragons without being retaliated against and destroyed...... It is indeed not an existence that the Arrant Empire can provoke.

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Chancellor Clark looked at the dragon's teeth in front of him, and also remembered the bare-headed Stred, who looked like a soldier rather than a minister, and remembered how he knelt humbly in front of him more than a year ago.

Maybe at that time, I would have been kinder and made a good relationship, and I wouldn't have been so uncomfortable today. Unconsciously, Clark tasted a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth and felt an emotion called regret.

"Well, the matter of ceding all the territory north of Farud, we agreed! It's just that the war reparations of 5 million gold coins can't be taken out for a moment. Clark said with a sigh in his heart, shaking his head.

"Three banks in Iran Hill can lend money! The 5,000,000 gold coins can be repaid in three years, and only 1,890,000 gold coins are required to be paid each year. A man sitting next to Stred smiled and answered.

He was one of the negotiators sent by Iran Hill this time, representing the banking system. This victory was a capitalist, and everyone was waiting to get rich, so they simply sent people they trusted to form an advisory group.

Hearing this repayment plan of more than 600,000 gold coins for three years, Clark felt his teeth hurt, and he could even feel his flesh twitching. But he looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and he had to swallow all his dissatisfaction back into his stomach.

"The material compensation of 390 million catties of steel a year has to be paid for a total of 3 years, including at least 90 million catties of ferric, which is too harsh." Another official of the Arrant Empire looked at the figures in front of him, and his face turned white with anger.

How much steel does the Arrant Empire produce in a year? It's all going to be handed over to Ellen Hill, isn't that a joke? Not to mention 300 million, he is not even willing to hand over 3 million catties of steel.

But the situation is stronger than people, and this time Iran Hill spent countless steel to win the war, and these materials naturally have to be paid by the defeated Arrant Empire. If there is no profit, then the meaning of this war does not exist?

"Look clearly! We will provide technical support to your mine to ensure your production! Isn't that enough? Stred pointed to the terms of the peace treaty and sneered.

Illanhill needs a lot of steel, as well as coal, rubber and oil, which may not be produced on the existing land of Illanhill. Therefore, the exploitation of the Arrant Empire has become an inevitable thing.

"It can't be! It's absolutely impossible! Lord Stede! We want to contribute all the thermal oil output, and also provide rubber and 400,000 catties of copper ore per year? "The other minister of the Arrant Empire couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the astronomical numbers on the peace covenant, one after the other.

"Yes, that's all we have to claim this time. With the addition of the commercial remarks clause, our requirements are still very low. Stred looked at Clark, who was about to flip the table, and nodded with a smile.

"Unconditionally support the free trade of the merchants of the Irranhill, and the Arrant Empire shall not capture any Irranhill for disposal. Irlanhill crimes must be brought to trial by Irlanhill. Reading each clause of the treaty word by word, Clark felt that it was a treaty of the dead country.

However, he could not fail to sign this treaty, for he knew that the soldiers of Ellan Hill had already marched into Farud, and the next step was to reach Tunsk, the gateway to the royal city of Arantix.

If you can't stop these Irlanhill soldiers, in about a month, the Arrant Empire will have to think about moving the capital and something like that. Compared with the fall of most of the country, it seems that these humiliating terms in front of us are not unacceptable.

But what about the future?

As the prime minister of the Arrant Empire, Clark naturally has a level. He no longer has the desire to be greedy for money, and his brain is naturally spinning fast. He no longer thought about what was in front of him, and all he could think about now was what Arrant would do after the three-year peace was over.

In less than three years, Elanhill's army will double or even triple in size, and they will have more new weapons, and Arrant obviously no longer has the support of the Holy Demon Empire.

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid, of course he knows that now Elanhill is only short of troops and cannot immediately annex the Arrant, which gives him the opportunity to negotiate now. As long as Iran Hill is ready, the next time war breaks out, there will be no need for the Arrant Empire to sue for peace.

As long as Iran Hill's forces continue to attack south, the Arrant Empire will fall apart in an instant, and even the Dothan Empire will not be able to stop the iron hooves of Iran Hill's forces from moving south. In less than three months, Chris will be able to register in his old nest of Seris City and become the co-master of mortals.