Chapter 387 Lobbying

Suddenly, the hall fell into silence.

Although Naven lowered his head, his face was full of confidence.

Dragons, no matter how special they are, are always greedy. This is their eternal nature.

And he believed that no dragon could resist the price offered by the Kingdom of Cassander: millions of square kilometers of territory and mountains of gold coins, which were enough to drive any human ruler crazy, let alone a greedy dragon?

Therefore, he was just waiting quietly, waiting for the consent of the "Red Emperor" in front of him, waiting to report the good news of obtaining strong support to His Majesty.

Sure enough, Cassius's voice echoed in the empty hall, but that voice made Naven's expression stagnate.

"No."

"I can't agree to your request. Thank His Majesty Otis for his kindness."

Naven stepped forward and persuaded anxiously: "Your Majesty, why?"

"This is a great opportunity! As long as you cooperate with our Kingdom of Cassander, you can not only get millions of gold coins, but your empire can also get countless benefits, and even expand your territory to the south."

"I said that I have always been a monarch who loves peace and puts the people first."

Casius showed a half-smile on his face, and explained slowly:

"My country has just recovered from the war, and my people have been liberated from the oppression of the northern nobles. For the current empire, the most important thing is to recuperate, not to fight everywhere."

"Go back and tell your Majesty Otis, just say that I bring my blessings, and wish him to recover his homeland as soon as possible and rebuild the glory of the Holy Fadlan."

"And I am just a mediocre monarch who wants to develop peacefully."

How is it possible?

Naven's pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of disbelief.

He really couldn't imagine that a greedy red dragon would give up the benefits that were within his reach.

Could it be that Naven was really lucky and met a dragon that was diligent in government affairs and put the people first?

What a joke!

Who would have thought that these words could be used to describe a red dragon?

He would rather believe that the sun rises from the west when His Majesty Amanata is lax, than believe that a red dragon can give up the benefits that are within his reach - or for such a ridiculous reason as "putting the people first"!

Maybe the price is just not enough.

Still have to pay more.

Thinking of this, Naven gritted his teeth and said in a sonorous voice: "As long as you can make a move, His Majesty Otis is willing to donate another 5 million gold coins to the empire and share a lot of magic knowledge with the empire!"

Sure enough, the red dragon seemed to be shaken.

"I can see the sincerity of His Majesty Otis, worthy of being the eldest son of that person."

Naven's face suddenly showed joy.

This is a necessary price.

Five million gold coins are still within the pre-given consumption range. It is barely acceptable to report back to His Majesty successfully.

Unexpectedly, Cassius paused.

"However, this matter concerns the livelihood of the people of the empire, and it still needs to be considered in the long run."

"But Your Majesty."

Naven wanted to lobby again.

However, Cassius's expression became cold and interrupted him: "Let's stop here. Don't challenge my patience, and don't try to guide my decision."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then we will take our leave first and not disturb your rest. May Amanata protect you."

Naven replied with a sullen bow.

"Maybe."

"Does this red dragon really care about his people?"

Naven sighed helplessly and thought so in his heart.

However, he didn't know that his previous guess was actually correct.

It's just the opposite. Naven still underestimated the greed of the red dragon.

Cassius is not uncoveted by the Thracian Kingdom, but has greater greed.

What he coveted was not only these millions of gold coins, but also far more than two-thirds of the Thracian Kingdom.

What he wanted was the entire Fadlan Empire, even the entire Feansor Continent, and even the entire Erezega World.

And letting the Kingdom of Cassander gain an advantage in the Battle of the Three Emperors did not conform to his plan, nor was it worthy of his ambition to annex the entire Fadlan Empire.

Soon, under the guard and care of the tiefling soldiers, the envoys from the Kingdom of Cassander left in a hurry.

They came with several boxes of financial reports, but returned empty-handed with disappointment.

Inside the palace, Cassius did not rest, but grinned.

"The people of Cassander have left."

"Come in, guests from the Kingdom of Thracian."

The secret envoy from the Kingdom of Thracian, Dayev Marshall, nervously entered the palace from the side hall under the guard of the ogre.

It turned out that the envoys of the Palace of Cassander had just arrived, and he followed them to the gate of the palace, but was asked to wait in the side hall.

At this moment, his expression was particularly ugly.

Just now, he heard that the Kingdom of Cassander wanted to join forces with the Burning Empire to besiege the Kingdom of Thrace, which was an absolute geopolitical disaster for the Kingdom of Thrace.

The Cassander Empire even offered extremely tempting conditions, which made Dayev tremble.

Fortunately, the emperor did not agree.

But Dayev did not relax because of this, and he would never believe the rhetoric of "putting the people first".

The refusal of the "Red Emperor" can only mean one thing-the Burning Empire wants to get some benefits from the Kingdom of Thrace.

Thinking of this, Dayev took a deep breath, came to the steps with an inexplicable determination, and bowed.

"Good day, His Majesty Cassius."

Cassius did not greet him, but looked down at him with his pale golden eyes.

"Did you hear what the envoy of the Kingdom of Cassander said just now?"

Sweat immediately seeped out of Dayev's forehead, and he whispered: "I am just an envoy from the south, how dare I eavesdrop on your conversation?"

"Hehe."

Cassius sneered.

"Don't worry, I let you hear those on purpose - as long as I want."

But Dayev did not feel relieved, but became more nervous.

Because he knew that the real test had just begun.

"So. Give me a reason."

Sure enough, Cassius spoke again, as if there was an invisible pressure coming down, pressing heavily on his shoulders, making him almost breathless.

"The reason for not attacking Thrace."

"Five million gold coins, a large amount of magic knowledge, and the occupation of two-thirds of the territory of the Kingdom of Thrace. This is the price that the Kingdom of Cassander offered me."

"And what price can you offer me?"

Under the shadow of the dragon, Dayev trembled and raised his head. He saw endless greed in his deep light golden pupils. (End of this chapter)