In the slightly dim conference hall, the dancing flames made Strider, the Foreign Minister of Ireland who came from afar, feel very uncomfortable. He used the latest incandescent lamps in his office in Ireland.
, not to mention bright and stable light, your eyes will not feel uncomfortable after using it for a long time.
In Seris City, many buildings have lost their original defensive functions and have been modified with huge windows to absorb enough sunlight when the light is sufficient.
In short, everything there seemed to be hugely different from what it was before. Even the spirit of the people seemed different. Looking at the ministers of the Arant Empire who bowed slightly in front of them, Strider felt that he was
The workers seen on the streets of Seris City are more energetic than them.
However, these things are not things that Strider needs to worry about. What he wants to do is to bully the weak here, turn the will of Elanthir into a shackle, and put it around the neck of the Alant Empire.
"Mr. Strider! Are your conditions too harsh? Although the Arant Empire was defeated, it may not have the strength to fight..." Clark did not recognize Strider when they met, although
The two met once more than a year ago. He pointed at the peace document in front of him and complained to Strider.
Strider nodded and said in agreement: "Oh? You still have the strength to fight? That's great. I'll pack my things and go back. Let's let the victory or defeat speak for itself on the battlefield.
That’s the most intuitive.”
Prime Minister Clark was choked and opened his mouth for a moment not knowing what to say. After all, no one dared to speak like this in front of him for a long time.
A minister in charge of foreign affairs next to him reacted quickly and hurriedly explained: "No, no, no! The war has finally stopped, and we can't let it continue."
Some of the remaining ministers hurriedly changed the topic and helped their prime minister to smooth things over. They talked about him, and finally made Strider give up on this topic.
Due to the lack of information, Strider did not know that a young man named Lester had led three reserve regiments and had occupied Farud. The Arant Empire resisted desperately, and a hundred thousand troops were in
Farud's entire army was wiped out, and Prince Lombak and General Zorn fled to Tonsk, where they barely managed to stabilize their position.
When the news returned to the royal city of Arantix, the Arantic Empire, it was tightly sealed. Because negotiations with Alandhir were in progress, Clark was afraid that Strider, who had received the news, would intensify his demands and increase his demands.
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Looking at Clark, the bald Strider recalled the time when he came to visit the imperial prime minister. At that time, he knelt humbly in front of the prime minister, and even his voice was trembling when he spoke.
At that time, the Arant Empire was so powerful that he could only look up to it, and even after being ridiculed, he did not have the courage to show even a little bit of dissatisfaction.
However, in less than two years, he returned here again, wearing extremely gorgeous clothes and sitting at the negotiation table. The man opposite him who was once aloof could only maintain a humble attitude towards him at all times.
Regarding such changes, Strider suddenly had a sense of luck. He felt that it was really great to be in Ireland Hill, where the smell of soot filled the air, and he couldn't even think about it at this moment.
With a light fragrance.
Thinking of this, he reached out and touched his bald head. The middle-aged bald man looked really interesting now. Chris often made fun of his bald head, but in the eyes of the Arant Empire, he
No matter how you look at this shaved head, it exudes a ruthless charm.
"I have a gift, which was given to us in Ailan Hill. It is a very commemorative thing. I hope the prime minister will accept it." After saying that, Strider took out a sharp pointed object from his pocket.
Something was placed on the negotiation table. The thing was white and smooth, like a small dagger.
"We captured 17 dragons in Fallen Dragon City! This is a dragon tooth pulled from the mouth of the largest dragon... Have you not seen how big that dragon is? It can fit in one head.
A whole adult." Strider smiled and pushed the dragon tooth in front of Prime Minister Clark and introduced it.
Although there was nothing unfriendly about his words at all, they sounded full of threats and intimidation to the ears of everyone in the Arantian Empire negotiation team. They swallowed involuntarily, and their spines curved further.
It's serious.
A country that can kill a giant dragon and pull out its teeth to show off, a country that can kill a giant dragon without being retaliated and destroyed by the Holy Demon Empire... It is indeed not an existence that the Alante Empire can provoke.
Prime Minister Clark looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and also thought of the bald Strider in front of him, who looked more like a soldier than a minister, and recalled how he knelt humbly in front of him more than a year ago.
Maybe at that time, if he had been kinder and formed a good relationship, today would not have been so uncomfortable. Unknowingly, Clark tasted a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth and felt an emotion called regret.
"Okay, we agreed to cede all the territory north of Farud! It's just that we won't be able to get out the war compensation of 5 million gold coins for a while." Clark sighed in his heart and shook his head.
said.
"The three banks in Eiland Hill can provide loan services! The 5 million gold coins can be repaid in three years, and you only need to pay 1.89 million gold coins every year." A man sitting next to Strider smiled and answered.
.
He is one of the negotiators sent by Ireland Hill this time, and he represents the banking system. This victory is a carnival of capitalism. Everyone is waiting to make a fortune, so they simply send people they trust.
An advisory group was formed.
Hearing this three-year repayment plan of more than 600,000 gold coins in interest, Clark felt his teeth hurt, and he could even feel his flesh twitching. But he looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and couldn't help it.
Don't swallow all your dissatisfaction back into your stomach.
"The material compensation of 390 million kilograms of steel per year has to be paid for a total of three years, including at least 90 million kilograms of iron. This condition is too harsh." Another official from the Arant Empire looked at the numbers in front of him.
, his face turned pale with anger.
How much steel can the Alant Empire produce in a year? It has to be handed over to Alan Hill. Isn't that a joke? Let alone 300 million, he is not even willing to hand over 3 million kilograms of steel.
But the situation is stronger than the people. This time, Ailan Hill spent countless steel to win the war. Naturally, these supplies had to be paid for by the defeated country, the Arant Empire. If there is no profit, then wouldn’t the meaning of this war be the same?
Doesn't exist anymore?
"Look clearly! We will provide technical support for your mines and ensure your output! Isn't this enough?" Strider pointed to the terms of the peace treaty and sneered.
Ailanshir needs a lot of steel, coal, rubber, and oil, and not all of these things can be produced on Ailanshir's existing land. Therefore, the exploitation of the Aranthir Empire has become an inevitable thing.
"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Lord Strider! We want to contribute all the kerosene output, as well as provide rubber and 400,000 kilograms of copper ore every year?" Another minister of the Arant Empire looked at
The astronomical figures listed one after another on the contract, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
"Yes, this is our entire compensation request this time. With the commercial note clause, our request is still very low." Strider looked at Clark, who was about to flip the table, and nodded with a smile.
"Unconditionally support the free trade of Ailanthil merchants, and the Arantian Empire shall not arrest any Ailanthir people for disposal. All Ailanthir people's crimes must be handed over to Ailanthir for trial." He read the treaty word for word.
Every article, Clark felt that this was a treaty for the subjugation of the country.
But he had no choice but to sign this treaty, because he knew that the soldiers of Elanthir had already marched into Farud, and the next step would be to attack Tonsk, the gateway to the royal city of Alanticus.
If these Airanthil soldiers cannot be stopped, in about a month's time, the Alant Empire will consider moving the capital. Compared with the fall of most of the country, it seems that these humiliating terms in front of them are not unacceptable.
thing.
But, what to do next?
As the prime minister of the Arant Empire, Clark is naturally of high standard. Now he no longer has the greed for money, and his mind is naturally moving very fast. He no longer thinks about the things in front of him, all he thinks about now is this
After the three-year peace treaty ends, what will Arante do?
In less than three years, Elanthir's army will double or even triple, and they will have more new weapons. It is clear that Aranthir no longer has the support of the Holy Demon Empire.
Although he is greedy, he is not stupid. Of course, he knows that Ailanthir is short of troops and cannot immediately annex Arant. This gives him the opportunity to negotiate now. As long as Ailanthir is ready, when the next war breaks out
, there is no need for the Alant Empire to seek peace.
As long as Ailanthil's troops continue to attack southward, the Alant Empire will fall apart in an instant. Even the Dothan Empire will not be able to stop Ailanthil's troops from marching south. In less than three months, Chris will be able to
His home base of Seris City was registered and became the co-owner of mortals.
