The Sun King's Evidence

"Long time no see, old friend." Estelle, who has beautiful blond hair, is still as handsome as before: "You seem to be doing well recently?"

"Okay, Estelle, so you are still a spy and a leader? In short, no matter what, I welcome your arrival!" Ryan gave the half-elf a warm hug.

After fighting side by side for several times, he and Estelle had developed a deep enough friendship, and if the half-elves hadn't been the matchmakers, he wouldn't have been able to gain the trust and assistance of the wood elves so easily.

About twenty or so of the Wood Elf Eternal Guards followed Estelle, and they were always vigilant in observing everyone who appeared nearby.

"Hello, Lord Ryan, I am Bilodis, from the Eternal Forest." Another female woodland lord stood in front of Ryan. She was tall, looked very fierce, and her face was covered with brown patterns. He looks like a man who has experienced hundreds of battles. There are many calluses on the hands of the woodland lord, and he is also covered with thick eye shadow. From a human aesthetic point of view, it is difficult for Ryan to think that this woodland lord is beautiful: "You Okay, Your Excellency Vilodis, I am Ryan, Ryan Macado."

"This is my husband, Ogros." A strong male wood elf walked out. He only wore a simple breastplate and leather armor. In addition, all parts of his body were covered by green leaves. He was carrying a compound bow on his back and a short sword hidden in a leather holster on his waist. His expression was not pretty, but he still managed to say hello to Ryan.

The Wood Elves are a matriarchal society. In the Woodland Council, the vast majority of those in power are women. Even the King of the Forest, Orion, actually obeys the orders of his wife and Queen Alaire. The Wood Elves and the Queen He and Hou are demigods who possess powerful magic. Among them, Alaire symbolizes tranquility, rebirth, growth, and the harmonious side of the forest, while Orion symbolizes wildness, madness, struggle for survival, and the aggressive and cruel side of nature. .

If it weren't for the diplomatic relations between Britannia and the wood elves, it would be difficult for Ryan to know so much. The wood elves' messengers would repeatedly emphasize every year to keep the knights away from the forest. Even so, many young knights errant Will still rush into the territory of the wood elves for glory...

"Welcome to my territory." Ryan welcomed the group of wood elves calmly: "I think we need to talk."

"I think so too, Mr. Ryan, you have proven to us that you are an excellent Holy Grail Knight. We have a common enemy, so you can gain our friendship. You should know how distrustful the Eslays are towards humans, so Please don’t waste our trust in you, otherwise you will face the wrath of the forest.” Woodland Lord Bilodis came up with a warning, and she was quite arrogant, with her chin raised very high. high.

Ryan did not take this trick. The Holy Grail Knight said calmly: "Trust is mutual and requires joint efforts. The trust between us is achieved through fighting side by side and mutual trust, not through your Eislay." I hope we can put aside our prejudices and have an equal conversation with each other, otherwise this fragile contract is destined to not last."

The wood elves were silent. Since Ryan spoke in Elvish language, the guards and humans who came to inquire could not understand what their baron was saying.

Only Ryan frowned. If the wood elf had such a arrogant attitude, then there would actually be nothing to talk about between them.

I may need to trade with you, but I will never beg you like my grandson. Even if Ryan gives in at this time, their future cooperation will never last long.

Historically, long-term cooperation has always been based on relative equality and mutual benefit.

The wood elves also felt the difference between the humans in front of them. Many humans had a natural fear and admiration for the elves, which allowed the elves to always have the upper hand when facing humans.

But Ryan is different. In his eyes, these pointed ears are no different from normal humans. On the contrary, this guy thinks that no matter what kind of elf he is, he is not a good bird in nature.

Only humans are destined to rule the galaxy and all things. This is what the father thinks, and so does the son.

Anger flashed across the face of Woodland Lord Bilodis, but then the wood elf thought of the great prestige and strength of the humans in front of her. She coughed twice and slowed down her tone: "We didn't mean that, Ryan Sir, I think you have misunderstood. What we hope is to establish observation stations and trading points in your territory, and we do not want to start a dispute with you."

"Then this is best, but I still want to remind you that there are some rules that I can respect your customs, but there are some rules that cannot be changed because of you. If we can reach a consensus on this point, then I think we can continue to talk, I wonder what Bilodis and Ogros want?" Ryan continued.

"That's nature. Humans have human laws, and elves have elven laws." Wood elves agree with this. This group of guys who live in the forest all day and rarely go out are the ones who most ask other races to stay away from the forest. They can naturally understand that the rules outside the forest are different.

Finally, after reaching some consensus, the wood elves first stated their request. They wanted to set aside a small piece of land as their stronghold outside the forest, and send a team of garrison troops to establish their own observation station. Humans are not allowed to enter without an invitation, but in return, the wood elves will cooperate to fight against possible invasions and will also pay rental fees for their own observation stations.

At the same time, wood elves will trade with humans. They need to obtain extremely scarce ores and amber, as well as extremely scarce wood and food from humans.

In return, the wood elves provide fine wine and fine gems, as well as rich handicrafts for trade with humans.

The price offered by the wood elves is very fair, even a little too fair, but Ryan understands that the wood elves are such stubborn people. They don't care about suffering small losses. What they care about is stable and trustworthy trading partners. Elves hate playing deceit and intrigue with humans. They have a natural distrust of humans. When a human businessman finally gains the trust of wood elves after spending twenty or thirty years, he may be gray-haired, but for wood elves, Compared with the lifespan of elves, which is at least eight hundred years and can be thousands of years, the human lifespan is too short.

Therefore, the Holy Grail Knight who has a relatively long lifespan and trustworthy character has become their ideal choice.

Ryan left the negotiation to his butler Katzenberg. The conditions offered by the wood elf were very ideal, and there were only some small details left to discuss between the two parties.

Ryan and the demon hunter Abel slipped out, and Ryan asked with great interest: "So, Mr. Abel, are you going to prepare alchemy materials now?"

"Yes, I am not alone. I have a friend named Jule, who is also a demon hunter. He is waiting for me in the hotel." Abel said that he wanted to go back to the hotel first: "I have no idea about the infestation of some vampire creatures. Need to confirm."

"Okay, it just so happens that I have something to do." Ryan thought that Olica was still waiting for him at home, so the Baron didn't stay long.

After Abel said goodbye to Ryan, he returned to the hotel alone.

This is a small two-story hotel. This kind of hotel is very common in the old world. The small courtyard, fence, wooden tables, chairs and benches, and simple furnishings are the most common ones used by witchers during their travels. A place to rest.

"Abel, you're back? How's the situation?" A young demon hunter was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, eating lunch with ale.

This demon hunter looked to be less than thirty years old, but his body was also covered with scars. He also carried two long swords on his back. When he saw Abel coming, he waved his hand and gestured towards Abel. Here myself.

Abel sat down, and then shouted to the innkeeper: "Sir, please bring us another plate of horse meat sausage and a glass of barley wine!"

"Okay, Witcher." The shopkeeper responded, not very enthusiastic, nor obviously disgusted.

"How's it going?" The two demon hunters began to whisper.

"The situation is good. I found Mr. Ryan. Fortunately, he still recognizes me." Abel's face couldn't help but be happy.

"Oh my god, when you met Mr. Lane, he was still a five or six-year-old child, right? What did he say?" Sule then asked.

"He agreed to help me ask, but he asked us to complete the task at hand first." Abel lowered his head and said: "There is not much time, let's finish eating early and leave early."

"Okay!" So the two demon hunters continued to eat.

Within a few minutes, a new group of customers suddenly came outside: "Boss! Six people! Big table, want the best Kislev vodka, and horse meat sausage!"

The few people who came were all rough-looking men. Most of them had bald heads, thick long beards, somewhat pale skin, and wore breastplates and leather jackets, carrying weapons on their backs.

"It's Mrs. Keesler!"

"Why are they here?"

Whispers began in the hotel. The two demon hunters were surprised to see this situation, so they also whispered: "Strange, why did Mrs. Keesler appear in Britannia?"

"I don't know. Maybe these Mrs. Keesler are here for tourism? Don't worry about them. Let's do our business." The two demon hunters continued.

Kislev is located in the north of the old world, in the eastern Tazir Desert of the Kingdom of Nord. It is a country semi-vassal to the empire.

About a thousand years ago, these nomads from the other side of the Roof of the World Mountains came to settle in the Old World. They were located in the northeast of the empire and just south of the Chaos Wasteland. It was also the northernmost civilized country in the Old World. , the current ruler of Kislev is the female king Katalin, known as the Snow Queen.

This is also a very interesting country.

The Tazir Desert is a truly bitter cold land. It is cold all year round. Under the dual pressure of alchemical pollution and severe cold, almost nothing can be grown on the land. Food basically relies on trade and hunting. The entire area is not small. There are only three cities in the country.

This also makes the empire have no idea of ​​conquering them and bringing them into its territory. On the contrary, this country is the first to suffer every time during Chaos invasion. They will act as an outpost, so the empire always tolerates them. The presence.

In the Great Holy War, Kislev was of course the first to suffer when faced with the second anointed Aissakuvar, the Eternal God of Chaos. The country fell, the city was destroyed, and the so-called King Kislev (who claimed to be The Tsar (but no one recognized it) led his people to fight and flee all the way south, bringing news of the Chaos invasion.

After the Great Holy War, Kislev was re-established. King Bokaha of Kislev, who realized that his military power was insufficient, made an astonishing decision. He spent huge sums of money to rebuild the kingdom's army and removed from the empire at an astonishing cost. The introduction of artillery and muskets to the dwarves, and the famous "wing cavalry" in the old world were also established at that time, which almost bankrupted the entire kingdom's finances.

What is hilarious is that after the establishment of a winged cavalry regiment numbering around 2,000, which was composed of the nobles of the entire kingdom, the Kislev Kingdom, the initiator of the establishment of this regiment, did not have the ability to raise this expensive cavalry at all. Troops, so the hussars have been running around as mercenaries since their establishment, earning maintenance fees for themselves. Only when the kingdom is in the most difficult times, the hussars will return to Kislev to fight to defend the kingdom.

The current Hussars Corps is under the command of the Imperial Emperor Karl-Franz and is used as a mercenary force.

"Come on! Shopkeeper! Come on and drink!" Several big men were muttering and venting their dissatisfaction: "The damn Imperial people are trying so hard to lower the price, and we can't even sell bearskin! As a result, the idiots here in Britannia What’s even more annoying is that they told us we didn’t need bearskins!”

After saying that, these big men started drinking hard, one cup after another, one bucket after another.

"We'd better finish our meal quickly. These Mrs. Keesler like to get drunk and then start to cause trouble." The two demon hunters already have rich experience in this kind of thing. They hurriedly ate in three mouthfuls. He ate the remaining bread, drank the ale in one gulp, and wanted to leave.

late.

Several big men were already blushing and thick-necked from drinking. As soon as they saw the two demon hunters standing up, one of the big men immediately slapped his hand on the table: "Brothers... hiccup~ There are two demon hunters here!"

"Ha! Bastard of the Empire!"

"They...want to challenge us!"

"Then kill them! Kill them!"

Abel frowned and said, "Gentlemen, we are not provoking you. We have no intention of causing a dispute..."

"I'm going to NM! We were... hiccup~ talking about the loss-making transaction a few days ago, and you stood up. Isn't this a provocation... What is it?" One of the big men drank and his face turned red. , even his nose turned red, and he subconsciously drew out the scimitar from his waist.

The remaining four or five big men also immediately took out their battle axes and scimitars, and they surrounded Abel and Sule: "Let these demon hunter bastards know how powerful we are!"

"Dry!"

Abel and Zule drew out the steel swords from their backs one after another.

"no solution anymore."

"Do it!"

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