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Winsader gently took Caen's arm, revealing a gentle smile, and said to Moro and the others:

"Welcome, I hope you all have a wonderful memory tonight."

Manager Moro exclaimed:

"Beautiful Madam, your unparalleled grace, even among the outstanding elves, is definitely far ahead."

Winsader smiled modestly and said:

"Manager Moro is too kind. I still need you to introduce the guests who have come tonight to my husband and me."

Manager Moro nodded and said:

"It is my duty, beautiful elf."

He glanced at Caen next to Winsader. This young man was still wearing a mask, and it was impossible to see any special expression.

He restrained the emotions in his heart and introduced them to Caen and his wife one by one.

First, he pointed to the middle-aged man dressed as a priest before:

"This is Archbishop Ino Fel克斯 of the 'Fallen Church'."

— Religious leader.

Then he pointed to the young man in the black leather jacket:

"Liman Taiwo, whose family is in the financial business, controls several banks and chambers of commerce in 'Order Oasis'."

— Big consortium.

Next is a middle-aged man with a stiff face and a tall figure.

"Ryder Jarrow, who used to be a staff member of 'Blood Lord', responsible for intelligence work."

Finally, there is the fair-skinned young man who coveted Winsader:

"Danpu Nilsson, whose family is in the arms business.

Well, Ivan Petrov, who was driven away by you, can equip a 'conventional' security army, all thanks to the support of the Nilsson family."

— Arms dealer.

After Moro finished his introduction, he didn't even catch his breath.

Danpu Nilsson immediately took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to Winsader:

"Beautiful Miss Elf, I wonder if I have the honor of knowing your name?"

The corners of Winsader's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile, but there was not a trace of movement in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were very indifferent, revealing an unmistakable sense of alienation. She said her name plainly:

"Winsader Windrunner."

As soon as the name was uttered, Danpu was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, his mouth slightly open, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, frozen in place.

The expressions of the people behind him also changed slightly.

They may not have heard of the name Winsader, but they definitely know the surname Windrunner!

The royal surname of the Winged Elf clan, the most powerful and widespread in the Elf clan!

Danpu is just lustful, not stupid.

As the third-in-line heir of the Nilsson family, a well-known arms dealer in the "Lost Land," he naturally knows what the surname "Windrunner" means.

For these elves who can live in the sky, the restrictions of the "Lost Land" are not that great.

Therefore, the Winged Elves and the Dragon Clan are recognized by the "Lost Land" as two races that cannot be easily provoked.

For a time, Caen's identity became even more mysterious.

To be able to take a royal woman of the Winged Elves as his lover, could this person be a demigod?

Danpu still has self-knowledge. He is confident that he can win an ordinary elf, but a royal family of the Winged Elves is not someone of his level who is qualified to climb up to.

He awkwardly retracted his hand, with a complicated expression on his face.

Caen said leisurely at this time:

"It is a great honor to meet you all. Please take your seats. Let's start with a sumptuous dinner before we talk about business!"

… …

A secret room is built on the side of the inner hall. Grace, Asuna and others are observing the scene in the banquet hall through a magic circle.

When Moro and his party of six passed through the arch, a mirror in Grace's hand clearly showed items on these people that resonated with extraordinary power.

After Moro introduced everyone's identities to Caen, Grace said to Freya, who was holding a pen and paper next to her:

"Miss Secretary, I'll say it and you write it down."

Freya had a serious expression on her face and said:

"Okay, Sister Grace."

Grace began to speak one by one:

"That Bishop Ino Fel克斯 is wearing a brooch on his chest that is a legendary magic item, a one-time use, that can instantly unleash a blow equivalent to the legendary rank.

It should be the 'Clasp of the Abhorrent'. This thing has actually spread to the 'Lost Land'!

"That Liman Taiwo has a long-distance teleportation scroll in his arms. Well... according to the energy response, it can probably break through the blockade of the legendary rank."

"Ryder Jarrow, this old intelligence officer only has a sword, which is a golden magic item, but he himself is at the peak of the seventh rank, and is the only golden rank among these six people."

"Presito Solari, tsk tsk, this oldest comrade is the most afraid of death. Let me see, there are two legendary protective equipment, this one looks like a replica of 'Titan's Armor', and the other should be a 'Dragon Scale Belt'.

Well, the others are some golden weapons and equipment."

"Danpu Nilsson, this kid has a legendary 'Burst Crystal' on him. Good fellow, did he come here with the intention of dying together?"

Freya wrote quickly, recording everything Grace said without missing a word.

Her eyes were full of admiration:

"Sister Grace is so amazing, she knows so many extraordinary equipment."

Grace waved her hand:

"Not as good as your husband. Okay, let Nefthys tell him the information.

Except for Liman Taiwo, who has a teleportation scroll, there is no need to worry too much about the rest."

Nefthys's "Insight" radiated a faint light, and established a telepathic channel with Caen, telling Caen what Grace said.

Caen was talking politely with Manager Moro, and when he heard Nefthys's voice, his eyebrows relaxed slightly, and he glanced at Liman Taiwo, who had a teleportation scroll, without leaving a trace.

He still maintained the same smile on his face, but imperceptibly paid more attention to this young master from a large consortium.

Winsader also maintained a polite smile, gently clinking glasses with everyone, and then exchanging a few words.

Danpu Nilsson, who originally had some ideas about Winsader, immediately dismissed the idea after learning Winsader's true identity, and looked much more disciplined.

A grand banquet was enjoyed by the host and guests, and it seemed that the friendship between the two sides had been further deepened.

Finally, after the banquet ended, Manager Moro took the lead in expressing the main purpose of tonight:

"Commander, Madam, we are here today mainly to discuss the future development of 'Gengzhe City-State' with you two.

Although we are not sequencers or the original residents of 'Gengzhe City-State', we have lived here for so long and have developed deep feelings.

Therefore, we are also willing to contribute our strength to the future development of the city-state, and hope that you two can provide us with such an opportunity."

Caen slowly put down his wine glass, his voice inaudible:

"I have felt the enthusiasm of you all and the sincere emotion of caring about the city-state. To be honest, I am very touched."

Then, Caen changed the subject and said:

"But I am new here after all, and I don't have a clear understanding of your abilities, and I don't know how to provide you with such an opportunity?"

Moro smiled and said:

"We didn't think carefully. How about this, let's each briefly report what we can contribute to the city-state to the two of you?

Of course, what we are talking about are some previous cooperation with the Petrov family. I hope the commander will not mind."

Caen raised his wine glass remotely:

"Manager Moro is too polite, please begin."

Moro exchanged glances with the other five people and said:

"I am responsible for the 'potion' business.

Therefore, in the previous cooperation with the Petrov family, I provided the direct members of their family with potion materials worth 100,000 gold coins every year free of charge."

Manager Moro paused here, glanced at Caen, and continued:

"In exchange, all potions in 'Gengzhe City-State' must be supplied by our family!

The grain produced by 'Gengzhe City-State' every year must also leave enough share for our chamber of commerce."

Caen's eyes deepened and he asked softly:

"I haven't asked what Mr. Moro is..."

Moro straightened up slightly, with a hint of arrogance on his face, and said:

"'Unicorn Merchant's' continental manager, responsible for the mysterious continent of the 'Lord of Sequences'!"

The "Unicorn Merchant" is one of the five major merchants in the "Lost Land", and its power spans the five major oases. The president of the merchant is a legendary powerhouse, and his mount is a legendary unicorn, which is very powerful.

Caen's face was as calm as a lake, and he continued to ask:

"An annual potion quota of 100,000 gold coins, this condition is indeed tempting enough, but as you can see, my demand for potions does not seem to be that great."

Manager Moro's face returned to a gentle smile and said:

"Our 'Unicorn Merchant' also has other main businesses besides potions, such as magic crystals, rare metals, luxury goods, logistics and transportation, etc. As long as you have needs, we can provide you with ten... no, I will decide, and provide the commander with a free quota of 200,000 every year!"

The name of Winsader Windrunner made Manager Moro decide to give the other party more benefits.

Caen's eyes moved slightly when he heard the "logistics and transportation" clause, and he immediately became interested.

He did not forget that his main task in coming to the "Lost Land" was to cooperate with the "Pale Wings" to complete the establishment of a cross-racial trade route with the dwarves.

If he could use the local logistics lines of the "Lost Land", the resistance and difficulties encountered would be much smaller.

The premise is that the other party must be absolutely reliable and will not leak information about this trade route to outsiders.

Caen's tone was vaguely emotional, and he said slowly:

"Manager Moro, your generosity has deeply moved me. So, in exchange, what convenience do I need to provide for the 'Unicorn Merchant'?"

The smile on Manager Moro's face became even brighter and he said:

"Just make the same guarantee as the Petrov family, I believe this condition is not too difficult to do, right?"

Caen nodded slightly and said:

"It is indeed a very generous condition, I will seriously consider your proposal, thank you Manager Moro."

Facing Cohen's ambiguous statement, Manager Moro seemed less than satisfied, but he still managed his expression well, saying gently:

"Okay, I look forward to reaching a cooperation with you."

The next to speak was Archbishop Ino Firkas of the "Fallen Church."

The doctrine of the "Fallen Church" is "Blood is the key to opening the door to the power of depravity; every drop of flowing blood will be exchanged for the favor of the God of Depravity."

They often use dark rituals and bloody sacrifices to obtain power.

They promote the infinite expansion and satisfaction of personal desires as the ultimate goal of life, believing that worldly wealth, power, and pleasure should be obtained by church members by any means.

Everything should be for the sake of satisfying one's own desires, without regard for the pain and needs of others, considering others merely as stepping stones to self-realization.

This kind of negation of traditional concepts of good and evil, and extremely distorted moral values, is explicitly prohibited in various countries of the human continent.

Because of the special existence of the "Lost Land" itself, the "Fallen Church" has a large market here and is considered one of the top-ranked churches.

Bishop Firkas had a sweet smile on his face, and said:

"Our church has nothing else, just a lot of people.

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The peasants and slaves in the hands of the Petrov family are all provided by us.

Many of the tenant farmers and hired workers in his hands have signed soul contracts with our church.

The Petrov family has been using them for free.

As long as you are willing to continue to cooperate with us, we will transfer these tenant farmers and hired workers to you for free.

You only need to agree to our church continuing to preach in the city.

Of course, due to the deep misunderstanding and prejudice of a small number of people against our church, bad things often happen, so we need the privilege of establishing a Temple Knight guard, and we hope you can agree to it."

Firkas's words were very subtle, but Cohen had already understood the threat in his words.

If they cooperate well, everything will be easy to discuss.

If Cohen is unwilling, then those farmers and workers who have signed soul contracts with the "Fallen Church" will leave "Farmer City-State."

At that time, a clever woman cannot cook without rice, and even if Cohen is capable, he will not be able to find enough people to cultivate food in a short period of time. If he cannot provide enough food in time, "Farmer City-State" will lose its purpose.

At that time, other forces will inevitably interfere with Cohen's city-state.

As for the last condition, it was aimed at the announcement made during the meeting in the daytime to disband all armed forces in the city-state.

Cohen still had no expression on his face, but he had a deeper understanding of the power of this church.

No wonder the Petrov family can stand firm in "Farmer City-State" for a hundred years even with such brutal rule.

With such an organization that provides them with a constant stream of free labor, even if the opposition below is strong, they can still excellently complete the task of food supply.

Cohen slowly opened his mouth and said:

"A good proposal. If there is a need, I would be happy to see the 'God of Depravity' continue to spread his remaining glory in 'Farmer City-State.'"

Bishop Firkas frowned slightly and said:

"Commander, you will see sooner or later that our church will always be your closest and most trustworthy friend."

After Bishop Firkas finished speaking, the next one was Lyman Taiwo from a large financial family.

Lyman Taiwo was a young man who looked very humble. After respectfully saluting Cohen and the others, he said:

"Our Taiwo family can provide a considerable interest-free loan for the development of the city-state.

As long as the Commander is willing to deposit the wages and salaries of all personnel in the entire city-state into the bank under our Taiwo banner.

In addition, if you, including every resident in the city-state, have any needs for financing or loans in the future, I hope that our Taiwo family's bank will be the first choice."

Underground loan sharks?

Cohen had an inexplicable expression on his face and nodded slowly:

"Mr. Taiwo, I express my sincere admiration for your family's strong financial resources. You will get what you want."

Lyman Taiwo did not show any joy or frustration on his face, but just nodded calmly:

"I look forward to cooperating with you."

Next was the old intelligence officer Reid Gallo with a stiff face.

His voice was strange and hoarse, and his words were straightforward:

"I can provide you with detailed information on the various forces in the 'Lost Land,' including cooperation negotiations with some forces. I can help mediate.

You can treat me as an intermediary, a political broker, an information peddler, call it whatever you want.

All I want is 10% of the annual profits of 'Farmer City-State.'"

Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice revealing no emotion:

"A very fair exchange. You are indeed an excellent intelligence officer."

Following him was the oldest gentleman among the group, Presito Solari.

Presito opened his mouth with a genuine aristocratic tone:

"As long as you are willing to hand over all the construction projects in the city-state to our Solari family, you will gain our friendship.

This friendship is enough to guarantee that when you have conflicts with other forces in the future, the Solari family will help you mediate.

The forces I am referring to here are at least the high-level 'Order City-State' forces."

Presito paused and added:

"By the way, there was once a slave in our family who was expelled. I heard that he is now working under Commander's command.

If it is convenient, I hope that sir can hand him over to me to deal with."

Cohen's expression changed slightly and asked:

"I wonder who Mr. Solari is talking about?"

Presito Solari said:

"Dennis Robinson, oh, I heard that many people now call him 'Vegetable Farmer.'"

Cohen remained calm and nodded peacefully:

"An insignificant little person. If everything goes smoothly, you will get him."

Finally, there was Damp Nilsson, who had a fair complexion.

The conditions offered by Damp were also very direct:

"I have seen your army. Their combat effectiveness is very good, but their numbers are a bit small.

If you still have similar sources of troops, I can provide you with weapons and equipment for 30,000 people, all of which can reach the standard equipment of a 'Regular' army.

In return, the choice of commander of this army must be decided by mutual consultation between our two parties."

Hearing this, Cohen asked with interest:

"The Ivan Inter-Security Army was also established with your support, right? Was the commander of the Security Army also decided by your two parties?"

At this point, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Damp's face, and he quickly said:

"Originally, we had agreed, but...cough, cough."

Lyman Taiwo not far away let out an ambiguous smile:

"Our young master Nilsson got drunk once and got one of Ivan's nieces pregnant. There was no way, so we had to make concessions in the choice of commander."

Damp said angrily:

"It was clearly Ivan who set me up that time! Okay, let's not mention these old stories. In short, as long as Commander and Miss Elf are willing to cooperate, our Nilsson family can provide you with a continuous supply of arms support."

The six "investors" clearly expressed their respective demands to Cohen.

The eyes of several people were now focused on Cohen, waiting for his final decision.

Cohen silently analyzed the conditions and demands put forward by the other party:

Manager Moro's monopoly on the magic potion channel is equivalent to holding the lifeline of all sequence users in the city-state;

Bishop Ino provides farmers and workers, controlling the labor force in the city-state;

Lyman Taiwo controls the flow of funds and loan business in the city-state;

Reid Gallo is more direct and wants 10% of the shares of the city-state;

Presito Solari wants to undertake all construction projects, which is equivalent to controlling the land and buildings of the city-state;

Damp Nilsson even wants to interfere in the army and armed forces.

Calculated in this way, the power of the entire city-state has been divided by them into seven or eight parts. It seems that the previous Ivan Petrov was also very useless as the city lord here.

No wonder he wanted to climb on the line of the "Chaotic Demon Continent" and was planning to pack up and run away.

After thinking about it, Cohen slowly opened his mouth:

"Regarding the transactions proposed by you, I also have some ideas here that I would like to discuss with you."

Manager Moro's smile remained unchanged and said:

"Please speak, we are happy to listen to Commander's thoughts."

Cohen's voice was neither fast nor slow, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter, but the content of his words made the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly freeze into ice:

"Regarding your proposals, my conditions are as follows—"

His eyes swept across the faces of the six people and said one by one:

"Manager Moro, I need the logistics routes of your 'Unicorn Trading Company'. Well, more precisely, you need to provide me with a complete and reliable logistics route that can traverse the entire 'Lost Land'.

In other words, this route must be personally controlled by me, and your 'Unicorn Trading Company' must not interfere!"

"Bishop Firkas, in addition to providing me with the required labor force regularly, those soul contracts must be abolished!

Those who have already signed contracts must transfer the contracts to me. 'Farmer City-State' does not need slaves."

"Mr. Lyman Taiwo, I do need a lot of money. How about this, your family will provide me with a loan of one million gold coins every year, and the interest rate will be 20% lower than when you lend to the five oasis forces!"

"Mr. Reid Gallo, I admire your intelligence capabilities very much. From now on, you will be responsible for providing intelligence to our 'Endless Blade'."

"Mr. Presito Solari, provide me with ten engineering construction teams, including budgeters, designers, construction teams, etc.

I will take care of the expenses here."

"Mr. Damp Nilsson, let's start with standard equipment for 50,000 people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the six "investors" froze, as if they had heard something funny.

Manager Moro asked with a smile out of anger:

"Commander, after saying so much, I wonder how you plan to fulfill the conditions we have proposed?"

Cohen smiled lightly:

"Your conditions? Oh, I just thought about it a little bit. My opinion is... all off the table!"