Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

The northern part of the Dono Mountains.

On a hill.

"Boss, eat something."

Lin Jingzhe was sitting on a rock and painting his bow and arrows. Over the past month or so, he has broken more than a dozen bowstrings.

Fortunately, when he came out, he was more fully prepared, and he still has a lot of storage space.

Domon carried a steaming clay pot with compressed food they brought from the tribe: "In three more days, our service will be over."

"Let's eat together."

Lin Jingzhe nodded, scooped half of the food into a pottery bowl, and handed it to Duomen.

This time, within a month of coming out, Lin Jingzhe and everyone did not know how many times they fought the enemy.

Fortunately, there is a time limit for their service. After one month, they can handover with other tribes and then leave.

"I don't know what happened to Old Dirk and Dorian?"

Duomen was not polite. He directly picked up the food in front of him and ate it. After eating, he couldn't help but miss his days in the tribe: "We have been out for a month, and we don't know any news about the tribe."

"I hope everything is stable."

One month before Lin Jingzhe came out, he made detailed arrangements for the things in the tribe.

Including the use of drugs to drive the supervisor crazy, leaving everyone with a variety of ways to deal with emergencies.

In short, Lin Jingzhe prepared everything he could prepare.

"Nothing should happen."

Domon looked at Lin Jingzhe's brows and frowned slightly. He ate a few bites of food and said with a smile: "This time we are going back to the Spring Festival Fair, but I am going to be a father."

Although Duomen is not tall, he is already thirteen years old.

It is normal to be a father at his age. After all, few people in this world can live beyond twenty.

Seeing Duo Meng's look of yearning, Lin Jingzhe couldn't help but shook his head, and then took care of other weapons.

. . . . . .

Stone tribe.

"Hand over that girl."

"Otherwise I will let my father destroy this place."

On the clearing, Kerby led a dozen soldiers to confront the remaining people of the Stone Tribe.

Three days ago, he came to the Stone Tribe to investigate about the superintendent's madness. When he first came here, he saw an angel-like girl picking wild flowers on the grass.

When he walked down the mountain road, the girl had disappeared.

He was originally looking for the fallen angel mentioned by Ambaru by investigating the supervisor's madness.

I was very convinced that that girl was the angel he was looking for.

After rushing to the location of the Stone Tribe, Kebei immediately asked to see the girl, but everyone in the Stone Tribe said in unison that there was no girl he wanted.

Finally, he searched the entire cave, but he could not find any trace of the girl.

Kerby firmly believed that he was right.

In order to find the girl, he threatened the people by burning the stone tribe, and pulled the old guy named Dirk who was guarded by the people out to whip, but still no one spoke.

"Grab them all."

"These people murdered the overseer and were all taken back to Dono City and beaten into slaves."

Looking at the dozens of people in front of him, looking at himself in silence, no one spoke a word for three days, Kerby couldn't help but become more and more angry.

He thought for a while, and decided to take these people back, and then let the leader of the Stone Tribe replace him and the people with that girl: "I have to see, how long can you be tough."

Soon, the people who stayed behind in the Stone Tribe were tied to their hands by a dozen knights led by Kebi, ready to take them back to Dono City.

Before leaving.

Kerby left a line on the wall of the stone tribe before leaving.

‘I will find you, my little angel. ’

Driving away the people of the Stone Tribe, Kebi looked back at the cave of the Stone Tribe again, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.

Since childhood, as long as he wants to get things, there is nothing that he can't get.

. . . . . .

"Lord Hobby, we haven't seen it in twenty years."

In the City Lord's Mansion, a tall lady wearing luxurious clothes is sitting in the main seat of the room.

Looking at Hobby sitting on one side, the woman's tone exudes a touch of majesty: "You don't seem to have made much progress in these years."

"Domia, you still have such a venomous tongue."

Hobby leaned back in the chair, and his expression did not change at all because of the woman's words: "Just tell the truth."

"I need help from the army, and I can trade it with a barbarian."

"Lord Hobby is still so impatient."

Domiya smiled slightly, took the exquisite crystal glass in her hand, took a sip of the wine, and then said: "Fifty thousand barbarians, as the betrothal gift of Princess Georgia’s marriage to Donore, the Principality of Mecca can lend Five thousand cavalry, twenty thousand armored soldiers."

"Thirty thousand, no more."

"In addition, the cavalry can add another five thousand."

Hearing the price offered by Domia, the diplomat of the Principality of Meca, Hobby gave the slightest own bid.

"Lord Hobby's sincerity is a little lacking."

"It's just a bargain."

After each reported their chips, they both looked at each other with smiles.

This kind of negotiation cannot be concluded in one or two days, so the offer just now is just the first trial of both parties.

"Then we are all considering each other."

There was a silence for a while, and Domia first broke the silence: "Speaking of which, Georgia hasn't met her fiancé, why not let them take this opportunity to get acquainted with each other."

"That's what I meant, but Kerby has gone out for something."

"Should be back in a few days."

Hobby was still smiling faintly, and the more proactive he was in such negotiations, the easier it was for his opponent to catch loopholes.

Therefore, even if Hobby deeply hopes to borrow soldiers from the Principality of Maekar in his heart, he still maintains an indifferent look on his face.

Soon the first round of negotiations between the two came to an end.

"Check it out."

Watching Hobby leave and walk a long way out, Domia, who was sitting on the chair, called the servant who was standing on the side, and instructed: "Is there any bad style of His Highness Kerby?"

As a veteran negotiator, Domia knows very well that this political deal has nothing to do with Kerby's personal style.

But if she finds something good, she can have one more chance of winning for her next negotiation.

Strive for an additional benefit for the Principality of Meca.

So she will not let go of anything, anything like that. .

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