Iron Powder and Spellcaster

There was a tolerant smile on the little lion's lips: "'Lord of Tiefeng County,' as long as you don't plan to default on the debt, you don't have to worry about not having a way to clear the debt."

"For example?" There was no smile on Winters' face.

If you see Winters, you must ask him clearly on the spot. The little lion blinked, leaned forward, and got closer to Winters. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by footsteps.

Pierre opened the door curtain and came in carrying the mazza.

The little lion immediately stopped, distanced himself from Winters, and winked at the latter.

However, Winters turned a blind eye and repeated the previous question: "Like what?"

Hearing this, the little lion smiled politely at Pierre, then turned to look at Winters, and asked kindly: "[Hurd language] For example, can you get rid of your little pup first?"

Winters half-smiled, "Pierre," he tilted his head slightly and translated for Mitchell truthfully, "His Excellency Yahaqi said you were my 'son of a bitch' and asked me if I could send you away."

Pierre stood solemnly behind the blood wolf, without even looking at the little lion, and replied in a deep voice: "I am your mastiff. I will go wherever you want me to go."

Winters looked at the little lion again and solemnly informed the latter: "Pierre Giladnovich Mitchell has my unreserved trust. So no matter what you say, you can say it in front of him "

He paused and added emphatically: "What's more, Mr. Mitchell is the one who will interact with the Akagawa Department in the future. The more important the matter you want to talk about, the more important it is that he should be present."

The little lion looked up at Pierre. The latter had obviously been lifted up by the blood wolf, but he did not show any expression of gratitude or pride.

The Warlord of the Waixin Reclamation made his eyes look at his nose, his nose looked at his mouth, and his mouth looked at his heart, like a sculpture, standing behind the blood wolf.

The little lion stared at Pierre for a while, shrugged, stood up, shook his robe, and formally extended his hand to Pierre, with a slight smile on his face: "Your Majesty, the Governor, it will be your turn later. Let’s talk.”

Pierre didn't react at first. It wasn't until Winters nodded gently at him that he took a step forward, stretched out his hand without saying a word, and symbolically shook the little lion's hand.

"Okay, okay, I already know the status of the Commander-in-Chief, now it's time to get down to business."

The little lion lifted up his robe, sat carelessly on the horse, and went straight to the topic:

"Settling the account is actually very simple - you are not without goods, Hestas. The forging hammers on both sides of the St. George River are clanging every day, and the furnaces at the foot of Iron Peak Mountain are billowing with smoke every day. You can't hide it from me."

"If your information is really as well-informed as you think, then you should know, little lion." Winters responded calmly: "Currently, we do not have enough iron to exchange for what you sent."

The little lion pretended to be puzzled: "Since you know that the scrap copper and iron on your hand is not enough to pay the bill, and you are in urgent need of our goods, why don't you give us something more valuable in exchange?"

"For example?" Winters spoke slowly and slowly.

Seeing someone knowingly asking questions, the little lion frowned and briefly growled in his throat: "I really can't stand you Veneta people, so stop pretending to be stupid!"

Pierre felt that the little lion's gaze was specifically crossing his body.

The little lion said gruffly: "Bring out the things we really want! Sabres! Muskets! Armor! Medicine! We will take as much as you can bring out, and the price is up to you - of course, The premise is that it must be fair and not too excessive..."

The little lion took a breath, stared at Winters, and said in a seductive tone: "I know that you are lacking a big animal spirit now, and we are the most in need of this thing. As long as you nod, Hestas , I promise you in the name of Brother White Lion that horses, cattle and sheep will be continuously delivered to Tiefeng County and delivered to you, as long as you nod..."

"Is the battle in the Red River Department not going well?" Winters interrupted the little lion who was talking incessantly.

The little lion raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask that?"

Winters didn't answer, but just told the other person with his eyes, "You know why I asked that."

"On the grassland, no one would dislike having too many bows and knives." The little lion asked back: "Is your war not going well? Aren't you also constantly making weapons?"

Winters was noncommittal, but Pierre narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly—the little lion talked a little too much.

After thinking for a moment, Winters asked politely: "Do I think that if we reject your request, the existing business relationship between us and you will also be affected."

"Of course." The little lion grinned, showing two fangs: "Do you really think that we traveled all the way from the north bank to the south bank to do business with you just to buy your two broken pots?"

A cold snort came from Pierre's nose.

"I am aware of your request." Winters paused: "But I cannot reply to you immediately. This matter requires not only my permission, but also the understanding of my colleagues."

"Oh! That's right! I heard about it!" The little lion slapped his thigh and pretended to suddenly realize: "What did you do... something similar to the alliance of various tribes..."

"Hi!" The little lion looked at Winters and asked half provocatively and half jokingly: "It was originally a matter that you could decide by yourself, but now you have to be nodded by others; the tribe that used to belong to you alone has now become a Taking away other people's property. You...don't you find yourself a father? "Why?"

This kind of attack could not hurt the current Winters Montagne at all. He smiled politely and said nothing.

But Pierre couldn't allow anyone to insult the blood wolf. He stood up suddenly and squeezed out a warning through his teeth: "Your Excellency Ahaqi, watch your words."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The little lion waved his hands repeatedly and apologized sincerely: "I am a barbarian and I don't understand your customs."

"You..." Pierre stared.

Winters patted Pierre's leg gently, and the next second, Pierre sat back, but still glared at the little lion.

"Okay, don't stare at me, Your Majesty the Governor, your eyes are about to fall to the ground." The little lion said with a smile: "Actually, you're not that angry, are you? There's no need to act like this, even if you don't know anything about it. Hestas won’t mind if you don’t.”

Pierre really clenched his fists this time.

The little lion ignored Pierre and asked Winters with a smile: "Did you two rehearse in advance?"

"Not at all." Winters easily handled the little lion's sarcasm and asked with a smile: "But the cooperation is pretty good."

"good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Winters brought the conversation back to the topic: "As for your request, as soon as the Provisional Supreme Committee comes up with the result, I will send the fastest horse and the best messenger to inform you."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." The little lion put his hands behind his head, leaned back slightly, yawned, and said lightly: "I will wait here until I get a reply. So when you have the result, come directly Just tell me.”

Winters' attention was focused, but on the surface, he just pointed at Pierre: "Mr. Mitchell will prepare food and accommodation for your troops."

As expected, the little lion continued: "The animals are living creatures and must be dealt with as soon as possible. Since you don't have enough goods, I hope you can agree with me to slowly dispose of these animals by myself."

"How to 'deal with it slowly'?" Winters patiently played dumb with the little lion.

The little lion smiled slightly: "Of course someone will buy it, and we will sell it."

Hearing this, Pierre's eyelids jumped.

The transactions between Chihe Department and Tiefeng County have always been exclusive purchases.

In the lion's territory, the blood wolf only does business with the white lion; in the wolf's territory, the white lion only does business with the blood wolf.

The little lion is threatening that if Winters-Montagne does not meet their demands, Akagawa will look for new collaborators.

Winters kindly reminded: "The Teltown Department only came once last year, and it is difficult for the Hurd people to be welcomed in the newly cultivated land now."

The little lion calmly said: "On the grassland, wolves have their own wolf paths, horses have their own horse paths, and lions naturally have their own lion paths."

Winters pondered for a moment and asked sharply: "Excuse me, are you requesting? Or informing?"

"What about requesting?" The little lion was unmoved: "What about informing?"

"If you make a request, it also needs to be discussed and approved by the Provisional Supreme Committee." Winters' eyes were condensed into needles, looking directly into the little lion's eyes, with a warning in his tone: "If it is to inform, I am very grateful to you. Notice in advance.”

The little lion fought for a while, but was still defeated.

The little lion looked away: "Just think of it as a request."

"I'm very grateful." Winters nodded and saluted: "I will reply to you as soon as possible."

After saying that, Winters signaled Pierre to see him off.

"Wait! There is one more thing!" the little lion shouted: "This matter should not be approved by some committee. You answer me now!"

"Please tell me." A trace of curiosity emerged in Winters' brow.

"There are many Hed people on the Taniriya Islands." The little lion spoke quickly: "Aren't you from Veneta? Doesn't Veneta now occupy half of the Taniriya Islands..."

"It's three-fifths," Winters corrected instinctively.

"What?"

"It's okay, you continue."

"No matter what, you should have some connections in Veneta, right? My brother and I are counting on you to help us redeem the children of various tribes imprisoned on the islands and return them to the grassland..."

The little lion stared at Winters and said seriously: "Just like we help you send back the Platoans who are living in the wilderness. Will you help us?"

Winters said "Huh".

This request that should not be rejected today has put Winters in a difficult position.

Seeing Winters' expression, the little lion frowned and added, "The price is easy to talk about."

"It's not about the price." Winters explained with a wry smile, "Since I set foot on the land of Plato, there have been only a few pitiful communications between me and my family in Hailan. Moreover, Given the current situation, I can’t think of how to safely send people back from Taniria to Plato. In comparison, redeeming people is easy..."

The little lion became more and more disappointed as he listened, but he also saw that Winters' words were true and he was not lying.

He sighed heavily: "Then...then so be it."

"However, I promise you." Wen Tesla held the little lion's hand, looked into the little lion's eyes, and said word by word: "As long as conditions permit, I will do my best to bring those who have strayed to the tower." The people of Niria Islands brought them back home.”

At the end, he also added:

"No charge."

——

[after a while]

After sending away the little lion, Pierre returned to the branch tent and his first words were:

"It's true to the old saying, Your Excellency, [making a deal with a lion] never ends well."

"Business, that's what it is." Although Winters had never done any serious business for a day, he still unconsciously put on a Venetian airs in front of Pierre and smiled faintly, "Now the White Lion takes the initiative. He pinched us, and if I was given the chance, I would pinch the White Lion too.”

"Then what should we do?" Pierre asked unwillingly: "Can we just let the barbarians of the Chihe tribe manipulate us?"

After hearing this, Winters put away his smile and seriously warned Pierre: "First of all, the White Lion is not a 'barbarian', and neither is the Chihe tribe. It is because we regard them as 'barbarians'. What a heavy price we have paid." , have you forgotten?"

Pierre was silent. After a moment, he replied bitterly: "I will never forget it."

Winters noticed Pierre's deep-rooted hostility towards the Hurds, but now was not a good time to educate Mr. Mitchell Jr., so he kept silent about it for the time being.

What's more, this kind of hostility is simply an instinct for the Plato people. Therefore, this educational opportunity is not bad.

"Secondly." Winters continued what he just said and said with a smile: "Our deal with the Akagawa tribe will benefit both sides if we unite and lose if we divide. Whoever can show less fear of losing both sides will be able to win in this tug-of-war. Take advantage. The White Lion wants to take advantage of us, but we can also take advantage of him.”

"Then what should I do?" Pierre asked: "Should I put the little lion under house arrest?"

"No need, take care of the little lion and wait for my news." Winters smiled: "I would like to see who Akagawabu can hook up with."

Pierre nodded and asked again: "Bell just sent someone to deliver a message. The 'big banquet' in the palace tent is almost over. Do you want to go back and show your face again?"

"Showing your face?" Winters subconsciously touched his eye sockets and gasped in pain. He said angrily: "Showing your face for what? A swollen 'face'?"

Pierre also smiled: "Then I'll tell Bell to send those drunks away directly."

Winters rubbed the circles under his eyes and suddenly had an idea. He jumped off the camp bed and waved to Pierre: "Come on, follow me and I will take you somewhere!"

After that, Winters strode out of the tent, and Pierre followed him without knowing why.

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