Chapter 348: Playing Too Hard, I Can’t Save You...

Although they were a little surprised that the other party chose to negotiate at this time, people were already here, so Ronald and the others would naturally not refuse. There are several side halls on one side of the attic. They were originally used for the work of nobles and wealthy businessmen who were away from home. Now the largest one has just been freed up as a negotiation place.

After the pleasantries, the negotiations officially began.

Simpson, a group of traditional aristocrats, still gave full play to their characteristics as troublemakers. Especially after discovering that the man named Arthur from the Gray Army did not come, their momentum suddenly increased and they entered the messy mode from the beginning.

Ronald and others are also accustomed to continuing to negotiate based on the recorded conditions and the results of the previous secret negotiations.

There hasn't been much change on the noble negotiation team's side, but the gray-clothed army's side is a bit confusing. There were people negotiating and people quarreling, but as the person in charge, Josiah leaned back on the chair from the beginning, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked calm. Based on his expressionless and calm face. between.

In this state, it is clear that he is hands-off.

This is of course not the attitude that should be used in negotiations. Originally, even if there are emotions such as anger and anger, when it comes to the negotiation table, you have to tolerate what you need to tolerate, and you still have to talk about what needs to be discussed. However, Josiah insisted on doing so, and the new nobles had no choice. Fortunately, the other people around her were not like this, and still actively negotiated with an attitude of negotiating, otherwise Ronald and others would really think that the other party was intentional. Come to entertain them.

The ones who spoke seriously, the ones who made trouble unreasonably, the ones who kept silent... In short, the people who didn't know what was going on, the inexplicable negotiation time, finally created this seemingly nonsensical negotiation scene.

"Haha, I'm not telling you, do you know how to negotiate? How can you be like this... How can you make Sir Ronald and the others so embarrassed..."

"This is not surprising, Sir Sir... Luo Sha, who is leading the gray army, is a woman, and the one who is negotiating now is also a woman... Women, especially civilian women, are more suitable to go home to wash, cook and have children. Negotiation? Isn’t this nonsense..."

"Hey, you can't say that. Look at the Northern Wilderness, isn't it a wolf girl in power? So, the key depends on yourself... Now, who is that, let me teach you how to negotiate... …”

"..."

Ronald and others had nothing to say about Josiah's condition, but Simpson and other traditional aristocrats would naturally not let him go. Thinking about the previous two negotiation experiences, the first time at the opponent's home court, their momentum was directly suppressed, especially Simpson's fall at the end, which made them speechless and ashamed. In the second negotiation, they finally got the upper hand, but a guy named Arthur showed up, and his sharp words made them want to vomit blood, and in the end they had to retreat miserably.

Now, although the opponent still has a few people supporting the scene, they no longer have the overwhelming advantage of the previous two times. It can be said that it is rare for Simpson and others to see the dawn of victory, and the opponent's team leader is obviously not in shape, so naturally they have to beat up the lost dog.

But as the saying goes, only resistance and struggle can bring a stronger sense of excitement. Here we go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. So what Simpson was talking about actually wanted to teach the other party to negotiate. This was not just nonsense. Simpson had been a nobleman all his life and had negotiated with people countless times. Naturally, he had some knowledge. Although the current performance is not good, it is mainly because of old age and slow thinking and reaction. When he was asked to speak slowly while drinking tea, he was quite good at it. He could pick it up easily and eloquently.

It's not really a good intention, it's probably to teach him something first, and then he'll get the pleasure of crushing him. Joshua across from him was also weird. Although he didn't speak, his eyes moved over from time to time, as if he was listening, but also seemed to be in a daze... But no matter what, this still gave Simpson enough motivation to talk. It’s also more exciting.

In this way, the scene becomes even weirder. People near the middle of the table negotiate with their heads close together. But the one on the right would bang the table and get up from time to time, shouting red-faced curses. But on the left is a harmonious scene of constant guidance and earnest instruction.

It's really a mess... Alex, who was behind the table, held his forehead and looked like he couldn't bear it. What he originally hoped to see was a big war of words between the two sides because of what happened last night. But who would have expected that the gray-clothed army would not accept the move at all, which made him a little disappointed.

It's been almost half an hour, well, forget it, go out, hey... Just when Alex was about to withdraw, the door to the side hall was pushed open, and a young man with an ordinary face walked in.

Uh... The scene suddenly fell silent, mainly because the traditional nobles who were shouting loudly stopped. They looked at each other, not very good memories flooding into their hearts, and their faces were a little ugly.

Is it that Arthur? Alex's heart moved, and he immediately sat down again, looking forward to what would happen next.

But Arthur, who changed the atmosphere as soon as he came in, didn't do anything surprising. He just leaned over and whispered something in the ear of the leading woman. About three minutes later, he straightened his body again and did not sit on the vacated seat next to him. Instead, he looked around and saw Phillip in the corner. He nodded and finally walked towards the crowd next to the gate.

That was where the noble entourage was. After walking a few steps, he pulled a chair and sat down. He looked around, said hello, and then nodded to the middle-aged man next to him: "Hello, Arthur."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "Uh... OK, OK, Hubble!"

"Nice to meet you……"

…

The scene calmed down slightly. Although they didn't know why the opponent's main force did not play, the traditional nobles still secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then those who were negotiating were still negotiating, those who were quarreling were still quarreling, and those who were teaching were still teaching... Perhaps only this time, Philip, who suddenly sat in the corner abnormally, had some changes. He glanced at Alex sitting in the front row and shook his head slightly, Lower your eyes.

Alex naturally didn't know this. Seeing that Arthur did not come on the stage, but instead sat with his guards, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, stood up, walked around a few people around him and walked towards the side hall door.

It is normal to go out during negotiations. As long as you are not sitting in the first row at the negotiation table, there is no need to say hello. As for people like Alex who have nothing to do with negotiations, they are even less noticeable.

But just as he walked around the table, a voice came clearly into his ears, "Alex! Do you think you can still go out today?"

After a pause, Alex turned his head and looked at the leader of the gray-clothed army in shock, who had been quiet before. He pointed at himself inexplicably: "Uh... are you talking to me?"

Squeak... Pushing the edge of the table, the long-backed chair slid backwards, and the legs of the stool rubbed against the terrazzo floor, making an extremely harsh sound. Josiah stood up, turned around, his eyes were tough and forbearing, and he said one word at a time: "Don't you go out today!"

…

Quiet, dead quiet!

The sound of chairs scraping against the ground already made everyone frown and shut up, but the words that followed made them freeze their expressions and be stunned.

Among them, Simpson looked shocked and a little stunned. He was the one who had been talking to Joshua just now. After Arthur left, he could clearly feel the changes in the other person... He lowered his head and his chest rose and fell several times. The frequency first became more and more urgent, and finally slowed down and bit him. After licking his lips a few times, he gradually straightened his figure, and an invisible but perceptible aura continued to rise. Then he raised his head and spoke, a bone-chilling cold light flashed in his eyes, vaguely filled with hatred and murderous intent...

"What's going on?" Alex scratched his hair and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still looked carefree on the surface, "You're not in the right state, you're not sick. Now, Philip, you're not coming out either. Take care.”

Once the atmosphere calmed down, this sentence was somewhat funny. Everyone knew that Phillip had no face to be rejected in front of this woman.

However, Phillip, who had been very quiet in the corner today, did not pick up the challenge. Hearing this, he sighed and raised his head: "Sorry, Alex. You played too much this time, and I can't save you."

Alex's face froze, and he felt even more uneasy. The nobles around looked at each other, a little confused. Is this... serious?

"Haha, okay, okay!" He raised his head and laughed twice. Alex spread his palms and looked directly at Josiah with a look of helplessness on his face. "There must be a reason why I can't go out today. ?”

"Someone told me that you are actually an actor... Now I believe it!" Josiah kept staring at Alex's face, but until now, she still couldn't separate the somewhat rude alternative aristocrat in front of her. Words such as scheming, cunning and cunning were linked together, and he exhaled with a stern look in his eyes, "Why... I also wanted to know why from the beginning! Why were we ambushed for no reason? Why did Ba Lao die? Why did he set up a tombstone? You cannot engrave your real name..."

After a pause, "Don't you want a reason? This is the reason!"

"Ambush? Balao? Tombstone? It's really...I'm getting more and more confused..."

"I guess you won't admit it, it doesn't matter! I'm not the judge of the court. This time, I just want to be the executioner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Josiah waved his arms, his robe rolled up, and several silver-white water ribbons jumped out like long ribbons, wrapping around Alex's hands and feet, completely fixing him in place.

Alex rose from a poor man to a noble in his youth. He was already past the best age to learn fighting skills, so although he had brute strength, it was certainly not enough to break free from the shackles of an intermediate magician.

"Sir, be careful... how dare you! Uh..."

Bang, bang, bang...

He shouted loudly, followed by a series of intensive blows. When the nobles turned their attention away from the scene, they saw Tang En standing next to the door with a smile on his face. At his feet were the broken wooden strips of the bench and the unconscious middle-aged man named Haber. Strong man.

"Haha, sorry to bother you, it was just a small accident, please continue..."

…………(To be continued.)