Genshen: Starting from Liyue, he is equipped with the seals of the Six Kingdoms

Politics is the art of compromise.

The best compromise is one that satisfies both parties.

The second-level compromise is one that neither party is satisfied with but can accept.

The ability of the top politicians to hide the results they want in what the enemy considers to be a compromise is the ability of the top politicians.

Today's Niwa is undoubtedly the top politician in the entire Teyvat world. To deal with Babel at his level is really a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Babel thought she had reached a compromise with Weilin, that is, each other would not interfere or hinder the other's actions. Little did she know that all this was just a cover-up for Niyu to stay in the Tanit camp and cause trouble.

In fact, Wei Lin had no confidence in confronting Babel. After witnessing Jade's assassination, the matron who suddenly ascended to a high position just wanted to be in peace so that she could enjoy her glory and wealth in peace.

After checking into a tent in the Tanit camp, Niyu immediately winked at several other attendants.

These attendants are all elites of the National Defense Force that he brought to the desert, and all of them have been in the Gilded Brigade for a long time and have very flexible minds. Following Niwa's signal, they immediately dispersed to ensure that the tent was not being monitored or eavesdropped.

After it was confirmed that it was safe, Xinhai asked: "What to do next? How do we contact the remnants of Elder Breda and other elders?"

Niyu smiled and said: "Just leave this matter to me. Your goal is too obvious, it's best not to do anything that may arouse Babel's suspicion."

Xinhai nodded and muttered somewhat depressedly: "You want me to make a vase again, I'm so bored..."

Niyu rolled his eyes and said with a evil smile: "If you feel bored, you might as well go to Babier to drink tea and chat every day. No matter how she chases you away, you just stay in her office and annoy her to death!"

Xinhai couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this, and lightly punched Niyu, "How can you come up with such a rogue trick despite your status?"

Niyu spread his hands and said: "As long as the tricks are easy to use, what's wrong with a rogue? Besides, it's not me who executes it... Oops! It hurts! How can a girl be so violent! She even chokes people!"

Xinhai raised his face and looked unhappy, "Who told you to call me a rogue!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong..." Niyu rubbed his waist that was so painful from being pinched, and said seriously, "This is not to make fun of you. The more you entangle Babel, the more room we have for activities. The bigger it gets! Starting from tomorrow, you have to find a way to haunt Babel...the main thing is to be a companion!"

Xinhai snorted, nodded reluctantly, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any ideas? Who do you want to contact first?"

"I can't say contact, but I must meet someone first." Niyu walked to the edge of the tent, slightly lifted the curtain, and looked into the distance.

"Who?" Xinhai asked quickly.

"The only remaining one among the nine elders, the father of falcons, Marcela!"

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In the corner of Tanit Camp, in a valley shrouded in shadow all the time, there stood a small tent.

It was getting late, and the wind and sand that had been howling all day had also weakened, making the chirping of insects in the valley more clearly audible, giving the entire valley a somewhat clean and peaceful atmosphere.

Next to the bonfire outside the tent, Marcela used a machete to skewer several large pieces of meat and was roasting them patiently over the fire. From time to time, he used his fingers to pick up a little spice from the small bag on his waist and sprinkled it evenly on the barbecue. .

The barbecue has been heated for a while, and the sweet smell drifts in the wind, making the night seem a little sweeter. Fatty grease dripped from time to time, causing flames to rise high from time to time, illuminating Marcela's face.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure suddenly flashed out of the darkness silently, came straight to Marcela, knelt down on one knee and saluted: "Father, the mission is accomplished."

Marcela raised her eyelids and glanced at the person, nodded slightly and said: "Very good, Tadra. Are the children injured?"

Tadra shook her head and said with a bit of pride: "They are just northerners who are as weak as gerbils. This kind of prey will not damage your falcon's feathers."

Marcela glanced at her expressionlessly and sneered: "That's because you didn't meet their executive officer. Remember, my child, falcons must be cautious at all times and must not despise any prey. In In this desert, even a single bone may choke a strong falcon to death."

Tadra shuddered and quickly lowered her head to apologize.

Marcela ignored her apology and just took out a small knife from her arms, cut off a small piece of meat from the scimitar and stuffed it into her mouth to taste it, nodded with satisfaction, and then selected a piece. The plump roast meat was handed to Tadela with a knife inserted into it.

"Taste, my child, this is your reward."

Tadra quickly took it with both hands and took a bite carefully, with a happy expression on her face. Soon she remembered something again, took out a small tin pot from her arms, and presented it to Marcela.

"Father, I found this from a northerner. It seems to be their 'fire water'... Please accept my offering."

Marcela did not reach out to take the tin pot, but just looked at Tadra silently. After a long time, she said: "Tadla, according to the tribe's rules, how should the spoils of war be handled?"

Tadra trembled visibly when she heard this, and did not dare to speak for a while.

"Answer me." Marcela spoke again.

Tadra could only whisper: "It should be... all handed over to the mistress for distribution..."

"What's the crime for hiding trophies?"

"Depending on the value of the trophy, it can range from five lashes to cutting off the arm..."

"This is your first offense, so I won't go into details this time. Hand over this tin pot, and then go and receive five lashes yourself."

"Yes……"

At this moment, loud applause suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"Elder Marcela is strict in his administration and clears out rewards and punishments. He is indeed the most respected elder in the Tanit tribe!"

Following these words, a figure walked into the fire!

Marcela’s expression suddenly changed!

As the strongest falcon of the Tanit tribe and the best assassin, he was actually touched by someone without even noticing! This made him inexplicably horrified!

Tadra reacted quickly. The moment she saw the figure, she rolled on the spot, took off the big bow on her back, and pulled the bow to shoot an arrow!

At the same time, several strong winds came from the darkness and shot at the figure from different directions!

However, whether it was the arrows shot by Tadra that were entangled with the power of the wind element, or several other weapons, they all disappeared silently when they were about to hit the figure!

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Tadra bit her lip hard, took out the dagger from her waist and was about to step forward to fight!

However, just as the dagger was drawn out, the figure appeared in front of her like a flash, and knocked away her weapon with a casual blow!

Tadra was horrified!

She is one of Marcela's strongest falcons, and she can't even block a move from the man in front of her!

Just as she closed her eyes and waited for death, that voice sounded again, with gentleness and unquestionable majesty!

"Let your men save some energy, Elder Marcela. I just want to talk to you, but please don't force me to kill."