A new week has begun, thank you for your support for this book, I hope you will vote for this book! Welcome book friends to post book reviews and ask questions about this book! I will definitely add refinement! From today onwards, there will be a guessing session, and those who guess correctly will not only add refinement, but also get points! Thank you!!

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

The city of Argent Toratong is enveloped in an incredible atmosphere.

The residents of the city and the outsiders alike have different and incomprehensible doubts about the current situation, and it is only out of fear, worry, confusion, and other concerns that they do not blurt out their doubts.

Wanting answers but worrying about unpredictable consequences and collateral effects, the calm faces that come and go are full of worries about gains and losses.

There is no distinction between commoners, knights, humans, elves, the question that fills the breasts of the occupier and the occupied.

――[What is the current situation, and how long will it last?]

"A bloodless occupation is good, and if those guys had corrected their attitudes, I wouldn't be in the same awkward mood as I am now. ”

Schengen pressed the hilt of the knife and whined quietly. Tyre turned his face back, and the wary look made the militants swallow their unfinished grumbling at once, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they continued to patrol the city walls with their ill-spirited men in unison steps, and on their right hand was the deserted, ruined street scene of Agen Toratong. On the left hand is a knight who is fully armed and can walk like a furnace, and the frowning faces of the Templars under their helmets show all their bad moods and thoughts.

- [It's all your fault, it's all your fault.] 】

It didn't take much effort to read the knights' undisguised thoughts, and the elves' mood turned bad.

In fact, as far as they are concerned, there is nothing more infuriating to them than this kind of shirking of responsibility and misalignment.

Considering himself a victim, he ignored the various persecutions of the elves for a long time, and avoided all the responsibility for provoking the war on the human side, and turned a blind eye to the restraint of not mistreating the captives and harassing the inhabitants. Just coldly, with a little contempt, looked at the pointy-eared uninvited guest.

Fortunately, it is the elves who have the initiative in the situation now. If the humans were to win, they didn't know what worse things were waiting for them, and after imagining the consequences, the elves' anger was suppressed a little.

But the knights should undoubtedly do their best to correct their attitude, which is not conducive to peace between the two sides, otherwise the peacefully occupied city of Agen Toratong will not know when something happens in the tense confrontation, and the slightest spark can expand into a full-scale conflict in one fell swoop, turning this quiet town into a hell of street fighting full of barricades. The elves are happy to practice their textbook knowledge of how to tear down houses with explosives, turn neighborhoods into minefields, and so on, when things turn into fields.

The energy and depression of the elven boys had accumulated to the point where they wanted to blow up the stones, which was not a good sign, and the sight of the predetermined strongholds, territories, and fiefs in ruins did not bring a pleasant feeling at all. It's not fun to attract human armies from other places to you.

"Finally, we won. I'm really looking forward to the celebration. ”

Changing the mood was Wulf Weiss, 13 years old, with the rank of private, with a rare shaved flat head and a happy smile that exposed all his childishness.

"The celebration was perfect! everyone danced around the fir trees and the campfire!"

"It's a harvest festival, but this year's harvest is a big one, so it's okay to do it early. ”

Schengen has a helpless expression of no choice with the little ghost, but the same anticipation for the celebration can be glimpsed from the wry smile. ...,

Celebrate the victory, celebrate the harvest, celebrate that not a single compatriot has lost their lives this year, and celebrate that the whole clan has finally met a qualified leader.

There are so many things to celebrate, all of which are good things that make the elves cheer and can't contain their hearts. A few of the most old-fashioned uncles had opened the cellar and were transporting to Agen the pure wine, which they had treasured for many years, and which was only used for the treatment of the seriously wounded and for ceremonial ceremonies, while the girls were cutting and making new clothes every second.

"I'm so envious, the girls are clamoring to dance with His Excellency Li Lin. I want to be surrounded by girls, even once. ”

"You can get your wish when you get into the women's bathroom, they will not only surround you, but also chase you to the ends of the earth until the end of your life. ”

Schengen's wicked complaint made Wolf roll his eyes, exaggerated sweat poured from his forehead and dripped, his underwear wet along his chin and throat, and his face hurriedly turned aside to avoid Schengen's joke.

"Don't go too far, it's still in the middle of the mission, tighten the skin. ”

Still, stepping back to his dignified face, Tyre frowned, his tone tinged with warning and majesty, and the demeanor of the officer who had begun to take shape shocked the two somewhat forgetful subordinates.

"Although it is true that there is a truce now, no one can guarantee what will happen next, until Your Excellency Li Lin and the bishop negotiate, the war will not be over, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" (Ja.Whol)"

The body, which is trained to be part of the reflex instinct, responds immediately, leaning on the legs, standing upright, and saluting. The giggling teenagers immediately became cadets, and the fourth-class sergeant major returned the salute and led the team to continue his patrol mission.

The human knight's lazy appearance and sarcastic snickering were not out of the realm of Tyr's perception, who was known for his carefulness and seriousness, and all kinds of emotions that would cause fierce friction were cleared from his mind, and the corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at the Earl's Mansion, which was particularly conspicuous in the whole town, the lavish mansion that served as a negotiating meeting house, was the key to determining where the current chaotic situation would eventually go.

[What is your Excellency going to do with the city and its inhabitants?]

With a puzzle that he couldn't figure out, Tyr's hand gripping the handle of the knife tightened a few more times.

############

Brunhill tried his best to control his facial muscles, trying his best not to let the emotions that fluctuated in his heart from being shocked.

Because the reluctant attempt is too obvious, the true thoughts under the clumsy disguise are naturally revealed and revealed.

In fact, Brunhill and ordinary country girls go in and out of the high-class clubhouse in the same way.

Excited, excited, frightened, restrained......

Staring at the cramped pair of soft wits, Bishop Capelle smiled as ambiguously as the physiologically functioning bureaucrats in the clubhouse.

The rude demeanor of course invites a woman's bad feelings, and Brunhill was stared at by the middle-aged human's malicious gaze, and a layer of goosebumps rose on his skin, like a disgusting feeling of slugs crawling around his body.

The time and occasion are really not allowed, otherwise it ......

In the name of the Mother Goddess, Brunhill will surely teach this middle-aged pervert a lesson that he will never forget.

[I can't castrate him now......]

Secretly muttering reasons to suppress the urge to hold a knife, the briefly frowning eyebrows soothed, and the expression returned to a lukewarm, emphasizing the sense of distance in the mask mode, and the eyes that did not dare to relax swept over every corner of the room.

The furnishings of the room called the Sharon were no stranger to her, and through Li Lin's wonderful wings, the elven students were impressed by both the room and its owner.

It was only when he was there that Brunhill discovered the huge difference between the picture and the actual arrival. ...,

The designer and owner of the room pursues extravagance and fashion, and the vassal elegance is so elegant that he does not hesitate to spend thousands of family fortunes;

A room full of valuable but unsatisfying gold and silver ornaments, marble sculptures, and oil paintings and sketches piled up in front of you;

――You can only feel this if you put your feet on the floor of the room and look at them closely.

The so-called aristocracy is a group of people who regard pleasure as a high priority and importance, and do not hesitate to create a "taste style" to hide the essence of poverty and luxury.

But at the same time, he is also the most sanctimonious.

In the large outer living room, statues, paintings, and stained glass showing the exploits of magicians in praise of the creation of the Mother Goddess and the kingdom of Charlemagne make up the vast majority of them, giving newcomers the illusion of entering the church. The small salon in the back room was filled with high-priced hobbies studded with extravagant gold and silver borders and precious stones, even if Mr. Brunhill, who lacked knowledge of art connoisseurship.

[Cloaked in piety, chasing the stale human of low-speed desires...... Is it?】

For at least hundreds of years, the masterpiece of skill to touch the hearts of the viewers has gained only a cold contempt in the hearts of the elven girls.

Contempt is mixed with a sense of inferiority that is not aware of itself, and the conclusion of disgust is indiscriminately covered with faceless statues of nobles.

"I am amazed by your abilities, Siegfried Otto Lilin. ”

Smacking a sip of tea, the fragrance of lemon spread on the tip of his tongue, and the bishop happily opened his sagging eyelids after the erosion of time, and sent a look of appreciation carelessly, and the perfunctory meaning overflowed.

[Rude. 】

Brunhill couldn't let his expression flutter, his fists clenched desperately, and beads of blood slowly oozed down his fingernails.

Quack quack!!

A terrifying chirping gave the poorly lit room an eerie aura, and the bishop's demon crow glared at the elven girl demonstratively, its wings wide open in a threatening stance.

"I'm sorry, but my demon is very sensitive to the atmosphere of malice, murderous intent, and the like. No matter how realistic the smile on the face, the malice of wanting to kill and beat people will not change, am I right?

A sinister aura rolled under the ambiguous tone, and the lightning sharpness in the lake's green eyes stared straight at Brunhill.

In the next moment, the sticky cold may turn into an attack and stab straight at you.

"We're just country people in the ravine, and it's inevitable that we will be in high spirits when we go to an upscale place for the first time. Your demons may have mistaken the excitement of the countrymen for the atmosphere of struggle, Bishop Capelle. ”

For the first time, her reassuring young voice sounded in the Earl's salon, and the words of calm and authority made Brunhill, who had been about to fight back against Bishop Capelle's questioning, quiet again, and stood quietly sideways.

The tone that is as flat as a lake does not have the tone of the upper class, nor is it as easy as the wanton laughter and scolding of the common people. A deep, charming voice changes the deteriorating air.

"I see, my little one has been a little oversensitive lately. ”

With his robes straightened, the bishop sank back into the comfy couch stuffed with bird feathers, his expression sneering like that of a bad boy who had been exposed for mischief.

Playing tricks at the negotiation table is not a low-level simple goal like watching others laugh and laugh like a child, provoking the other party to lead the opponent to make reckless mistakes, not only not sabotaging the negotiation, but at the same time using the other party's rudeness as an excuse to claim substantial benefits and steal the leading power of the negotiation.

Surprised by the bishop's wishful thinking, Brunhill couldn't help but be secretly surprised by the shrewdness and thorniness of the middle-aged man.

Experienced and clear-minded. The appearance of the honest and useless middle-aged man hides all the dangerous nature, inducing the young and vigorous opponent to step into the trap and take what he wants. ...,

treacherous and cunning old foxes, vile and shameless hypocritical monks;

Because of Li Lin's relationship, Brunhill did not add the title of "profiteer" to his condemnation.

The two sides of the negotiating table can be said to have the same goals and equally unglamorous means, but Brunhill does not think the two can be compared.

[There is too much difference in bearing. 】

Brunhill, who had made such a judgment, sighed secretly, and turned his attention to Bishop Capelle, who looked much older than his actual age, and the man with a deep wrinkle on his forehead was slowly pulling back the curtain that concealed the main topic of the negotiation.

"Black-haired kid, let's confirm the content of the agreement agreed on last time. ”

"You are free. ”

The noisy cry of the crow hovering over the carrion did not provoke the wrath of the resting lion after the meal, and the small means were meaningless in front of the superiors who held the point.

Like the owner of the mansion, a young man dressed in elven national costume stretched out his palm and made a gesture of "please".

After being pushed back by a soft nail that was neither humble nor arrogant, the bishop's face was uncomfortable, and he glanced at Priest Robert beside him, and the priest, who had just entered middle age, spread out the parchment and read it out with a river of mouth:

"Based on a common faith, under the witness of the loving Mother Goddess......"

The same, boring and boring opening had the meaning of a religious canon narrative under the poetic chanting of the clergy, but no matter how much the meaningless content of no one took seriously, no matter how much it was recited with emotion, could only slightly ease the listener's desire to yawn, and the priest, who knew this, quickly avoided empty and cumbersome preaching and entered the important part, and Brunhill also picked up his spirits and began to check the results of the talks she had participated in.

The secret treaty, which is not officially called, has a textual form similar to that of a contract, but the specific content is closer to the contract for the distribution of benefits after the reshuffle of the various forces after the war.

The specific content is summarized in a total of 4 articles.

First, the elves were not allowed to leave a single soldier in Agen Toraton, and the administration of Agen Toraton was to be exercised by the Church;

Second, the Earl's mansion was handed over to the elves, and ninety percent of the property in the Earl's name was transferred to the name of the Bishop of Capelle;

Thirdly, the porcelain and cotton industry in Niforheim was subscribed by the Bishop of Capelle for 70% of the shares, and the Bishop of Capelle was responsible for the sale of the above commodities to the southern territory of the Kingdom of Charlemagne;

Fourthly, the elves may send a representative to be stationed in the palace of the Count of Agen Toraton, and cannot carry weapons, and the expenses for maintaining the operation shall be borne by the elves;

The above clause seems to be obviously a big loss for the elves and Li Lin, and the bishop has picked up a big bargain for nothing, it is really hard to imagine that it will be the thing that Li Lin, who is so shrewd that he never makes a mistake, did not think much about it, and even Brunhill felt incredible.

The bishops, who have received a lot of benefits, don't see it that way.

[It was a well-planned conspiracy from beginning to end. 】

The bishop, who was sitting on the sofa, echoed this depressed voice in his heart repeatedly.

The bishop thought he knew the meaning of the paper he had signed.

The elves need to concentrate on the biggest crisis, and when the Bishop of Capelle covets the de facto dominance of Agen Toraton, the two demands converge, and there is a figure standing in the way of the crossroads of that interest.

- Count of Agen Toraton.

Needless to say, the Bishop's own idea of kicking out the Earl, completely mastering the county of Agen Tuolatong and monopolizing the Niforheim gold mines, the elves are directly threatened by reality because of the reality of their survival, and they have an extraordinary urgency and enthusiasm for the matter of [killing the Count]. Knowing this situation well, the bishop dared to cooperate with the pointy-eared infidels at the same time. Take the opportunity to ask for unilateral profit terms that would normally be very cumbersome and almost non-negotiable.

The black-haired boy who negotiated on behalf of the elves, that is, Siegfried Otto Lilin, who was sitting across from him with a smile on his face, did not hesitate for a second, and accepted all the harsh conditions in one mouth. ...,

At that time, the bishop simply thought that the other party was too young and uninformed, and lacked the bargaining capital in his hands, so he let himself take what he wanted. After Li Lin and Brunhill left the church, they laughed and laughed, almost laughing until they lost their breath.

It's ridiculous.

The bishop spat bitterly at himself, who was smiling contemptuously at the time, and what happened next seemed to be a complete slap in the face to the self-conscious bishop.

The bishop was slapped in the face again and again by himself and Li Lin, until his face was swollen.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Small theatre time

Brunhill: Earl's Court is super rich, although I can't read art (---b)

Li Lin: It doesn't matter, it's all ours anyway.

Brunhill: ...... You don't want to pack it all up, do you?

Li Lin: ...... How do you know?

Brunhill: Explain the size of the boxes and furoshiki behind you......

I'm just afraid that the artwork will be damaged by mold and moisture, so move to a safe place!

Brunhill: Well, today's prize quiz is about the city we occupy, Agen Tuolatong, so please find out where the name came from and why. Book lovers who guess correctly can get extra points!