Egil was a little tired.

Well, both physically and mentally exhausted.

It can be said that in August, most of the troops were pacified at the beginning of the next year. It took five months to conquer a country in history. If Egil was just a small shrimp jumping among major European forces before, then he has now evolved into a braised carp that can be used on the table.

When will you jump into the dragon gate? That's another matter.

Can a braised carp still jump?

Sa, who knows?

Despite the cheating machine given to him by the system, Egil still felt very tired. After all, although war is very interesting, the brain and physical strength consumed are quite severe. It is harmful to physical and mental health. Just like now, Egil looks at the withered self in the mirror and feels that he has lost at least five kilograms. If it were before, that is, in the previous life, Egil could lose five kilograms at once when he was a fat man. Egil may have laughed out in his dreams. But now...

Originally, Egil was the skinny and thin handsome guy in his life. He lost weight again. If the handsome guy couldn't do it, he should be a skeleton and dead.

"But, Artoriahani. Why don't you look like you're losing weight at all? It's because you've eaten too much?" Egil asked his wife who was lying on the bed and preparing to sleep after looking in the mirror in his pajamas.

"Who knows?" Artoria replied: "Also, we will come at least five times tonight."

"Nothing can't be done? Five times?" Egil moaned, not sure whether it was because of happiness or sadness...

Speaking of which, sometimes people do choose to be blind...

However, no matter what, Egil decided to take a little rest. After this series of battles, the army also needed rest and preparation. Although the English mainland had managed a little before, Egil also issued the three policies that were beneficial to rest and recuperation, but it only barely recovered a little bit. From the devastated level to the desolation, it rose slightly. The entire British Isles was as big as a territory. London, York, Hannover, Kanafon, Newcastle, Dublin, and a total of six cities had only more than 22,000 gold coins in hand. Your sister can collect 30,000 gold in the Ore Waterway toll tax. You can see what the British Isles are tossed like.

Just take a temporary break like this. Egil set a deadline for himself for half a year. It won't be too long, so he will forget how to cut people. He will not have bad results because of insufficient time.

Of course, before this, an agreement must be reached with the Scots. Even if one cannot blackmail a lot, one must blackmail a little bit. Therefore, adhering to this concept, Diplomat No. 1 once again set foot on the northern Scottish territory and successfully entered the court of Edinburgh.

Immediately afterwards, he was tied up and prepared to hang himself on the top of the city.

Of course, as a diplomat, Diplomat One has seen a lot of things. From the Denmark's Orange Skin Queen, to the Pope, the Governor of various city-states in Northern Italy, as well as the former King of Scotland and his own boss, Egil. No one is not a high-powered guy. Diplomat One has learned a lot of things and has become much more nimble. He has also become much more courageous.

Just like now, the diplomat No. 1 looked at all the people around him. Although Robert II hid it well, his eyes were still interesting and erratic. In addition, the expressions of the people around him were not natural - he didn't even have a guy to jump out to stop him. I guess he had already received the news in advance.

Cut, the oil pan at the door of the room, and the messenger was pushed out and chopped. These two moves were really a mess. The diplomat No. 1 sighed in his heart. At the same time, he did not resist at all. He just looked at Robert II with an idiot-like look. The King of Scotland was so angry that he almost hanged him to death.

"You can't be angry, you can't be angry. If you really kill him, it would be equivalent to cutting off the negotiations. You will never stop until you die. Who knows if another William Wallace will come to save Scotland next?" Robert II took a few deep breaths to calm down. At the same time, he signaled the soldiers to stop and then loosen the diplomat No. 1.

"I appreciate your courage, messenger. But if you don't kill you, it's difficult to make us Scots surrender. In any case, what we desire for independence and freedom is not something that people like you can imagine." Robert II first found a way out for himself, and then continued to threaten this way.

"Independence, and freedom..." Diplomat No. 1 showed a leisurely smile and repeated the two words that the King of Scotland said: "It sounds good indeed. But you need to know that these things need one premise, that is strength. If you don't have strength, everything is false."

"We are willing to fight! We are willing to fight with everyone who invades Scotland. Even if we fight for our lives, we will die with them!" At this time, next to Robert II, another guy wearing heavy chain armor and looking like a nobleman shouted.

"So, just for your so-called face and so-called pride - do you have to take all the Scottish people as your burial?!" The diplomat No. 1 cursed at the nobleman with a stern voice. The nobleman was speechless and at a loss.

"When it comes to the Scots - if it were for them, you should fight with you even more. You damn pirates!" Another Scottish nobleman stood up: "Before this, you damn Norwegian pirates have been attacking our coast and plundering everything. Don't you feel shameful?!"

"When two countries are at war, they have to do everything they can. Instead of blaming their opponents, it is better to blame yourself. After all, it is not us Norwegians who started to tear the covenant, but you Scots!" Diplomat No. 1 then argued like this.

"...Okay." It was impossible to do this. Robert II knew that things were irreversible. After all, he did not want to continue fighting with the Norwegians: "Speak out your conditions, messenger, if the conditions are right, I will show my kindness and the magnanimity of the Scots."

"After all, you have to give in." The diplomat No. 1 secretly despised him in his heart, and his smile even more. He touched Robert II with words: "You know how to advance and retreat, honor and disgrace, His Majesty the King is indeed extraordinary." However, the other party did not look so good. He just snorted lightly and did not speak again afterwards.

"Then, the conditions proposed by the Lord of the Lower Lord are as follows." Diplomat No. 1 took out a pampered treaty again and then opened it: "Before, when it was forming an alliance with Scotland, the two sides had reached a treaty. You want to ced the islands of Auckland, Hebrides, Skye, and Kohl to our country. Do you have no objection to this?"

Robert II still snorted lightly and said nothing.

"On this basis, the division of the dividing lines between the two sides on the British Isles is based on the current actual control area. Your Majesty should have no objection to this, right?"

"...In the previous treaty, Northumberland and Cumbria, as well as Newcastle City and Hadrian's Wall, were all divided to us." Robert II defended this a little uncomfortable.

"I also remember that Your Majesty tore up the previous covenant, didn't he?" Diplomat No. 1 easily blocked the matter back, leaving Robert II unable to say anything. As he had said before, everything had to be spoken by strength. Now the Scots' strength has been severely damaged. Even if Egil gave them a good Newcastle City, they might not have to ask. Robert II raised this matter, probably just to add a little bit of bargaining chip to his own negotiations.

"The third condition is that the attack of Scotland has caused us to suffer huge losses... Therefore, we hope that your country can show sincerity to compensate our country for the losses suffered, including the pensions for the fallen soldiers, the repair costs of Newcastle Castle, the repair costs of Hadrian's Great Wall, the land waste management costs, the consumption of supplies, the loss of work and the mental loss costs..."

"Just say a number directly. Don't be so long-winded." Robert II listened to the diplomat No. 1's fee. The more he heard, the more he felt suffocating. It was the third time that it would be better to hang this damn guy directly. If he asked him to continue talking, Robert II was afraid that he would not be able to stand it.

"Very good, Your Majesty is really generous." The diplomat No. 1, who had been walking around the gate of hell for several times, continued to praise Robert II. However, the other party obviously did not appreciate it.

"A total of 50,000 gold coins." Diplomat No. 1 revealed such a number.

"What?! Fifty thousand gold coins?! Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?!" After hearing such a number, Robert II stood up suddenly, but this time he was really annoyed: "Come on! Come on, quickly tie this guy up and drag it out to hang him!"

Diplomat No. 1 could naturally see that this time the other party was definitely not scaring himself. Instead, he lost his mind because of anger and shame. He complained in his heart: Why don’t you understand the principle of asking for a price to pay back the money? It turns out that he was a hopeless barbarian. He shouted: "Slow down! I have something to say..."
Chapter completed!