"Haha, the supplies of 20 million gold coins, the Neville Federation is worthy of being a commercial country, and the Speaker is worthy of being an ancient commercial aristocrat. He knows the bottom line of prices very clearly." Prince Nicholas's words were obvious irony. As two pure human countries, countless wars have broken out between the Neville Federation and the Faral Empire. If we include the predecessors of these two countries, then the number of deaths in the war in thousands of years will be tens of millions. Although Sius established a neutral place four hundred years ago and forced the separation of the two countries to prevent intermittent wars between them, for hundreds of years, the top leaders of the two countries have still promoted each other as imaginary enemies, on the one hand, using this to

Increase the urgency of the people and prevent the people from living too comfortably. On the other hand, it is also convenient to divert the conflicts in their respective countries. Therefore, no one was surprised by Prince Nicholas's sarcasm. His appearance here naturally represents His Majesty the Emperor of the Faral Empire. His attitude was also the attitude of the Emperor of the Empire. From Nicholas' attitude, it can be seen that one side of the Empire was not satisfied with the method proposed by the Neville Federation. Nicholas's expression was elegant and polite enough, but the meaning in his words was obvious: "However, I wonder if the tide of the undead approached the Neville Federation, will the Speaker have the courage to propose to the undead to exchange gold coins and materials for the preservation of national strength?"

"Haha, Your Highness is joking, of course we won't talk to the undead." Duke Nelnas didn't even blink under Nicholas's sarcasm and said with a smile: "It's just that our Neville soldiers are not as brave and powerful as your Faral's knights. Our soldiers have been addicted to pleasure for many years and have very low combat power. Except for the elite troops we promised to send, the rest of the troops will die even if they are sent. This time we prepare for joint war in advance.

The original purpose is to reduce casualties. If we must send troops to die, it will be contrary to our purpose. Moreover, the guarantees we sent are absolutely elite, and the combat effectiveness will definitely not be worse than those of our friends in the grassland. Moreover, since friends on the grassland retain half of the elite troops as mobile power, it is natural for us to retain some of the low-combat troops to protect ourselves, and we also provided compensation, which I think is enough."

"That's because our God of War believers border the desert of Sigh. If there is a problem with the defense line, the undead can directly attack our land, so we must retain a large number of elite troops." The tiger war shaman from the Temple of War among the Orcs was very dissatisfied with the Duke of Nelnas's shirkness and snorted heavily and said, "You are not adjacent to the God of Sigh. The undead wants to step on your land. First, you have to sweep half of the grassland and eliminate most of the combat power of our tribe. You may be so that you can sit here safely and bargain with us a little bit. If you still maintain this attitude, there is nothing to talk about. Our God of War believers will launch this collaborative battle and focus on their own defense. If the poor dispatch causes some loopholes in our defense line to enter your territory, you have no reason to blame us."

"Haha. Who said that war shamans are all thugs with muscles in their minds, which is simply discrimination." In order to avoid the trouble caused by social interaction, the people of the adventure group secretly sat in a corner on the platform. While stuffing the dried fruit on the table into their mouths, Panis said with a pout, "Look at him, where is the thugs, and they show a rude and unreasonable attitude on the surface, but in fact, using the reputation of orcs to threaten their opponents for more benefits. Tsk tsk, this is what a person with muscles in his mind can do? If he really has no brain, he wouldn't say such things at this time."

"What are they discussing?" As a standard wizard and scholar, Vivian almost didn't understand what was happening in front of him and asked in confusion: "What's the point of fighting for this kind of thing."

"It's okay if you don't understand, it's very disgusting. They fight for it, but they are actually fighting for more interests." Catherine frowned and said, "The only thing that politics is pursued in the end is nothing more than maximizing interests."

Vivian said in confusion: "That Duke Nelnas is wrong. The entire Neville Federal Parliament jointly decided to reduce the number of soldiers sent, and was the purpose of maximizing interests? They should be to protect the soldiers of their own country to reduce their casualties."

"Not that good." Freya sneered, "You don't understand the military system of the Neville Federation. Unlike the Farar Empire, Neville belongs to the recruitment system. In order to attract soldiers, they will provide high pensions for the dead soldiers. Moreover, when performing war missions, the salary offered to the soldiers is much higher than usual. In other words, whether there will be a second war of undead, once their troops are dispatched, it will lead to a large amount of gold coins. If the war really breaks out, the more soldiers died, the more pensions they will have to bear. The two parts are combined, which is a very huge number. From the standpoint of those merchants, this is simply more terrifying than killing them. Therefore, after sending part of the army, they would rather pay a large amount of compensation to other forces than send more troops, because the compensation is far less than the losses caused by their dispatch of troops."

"It's really disgusting." Vivian frowned and said disgustedly: "It's time now, are you still thinking about these?"

"As the leader of a country, they must do these things." Catherine defended the other party instead: "No matter how the war develops, as long as the war ends one day, the remaining people always have to continue to live, and the country always needs to continue to develop, so it is the responsibility of each force leader to try to win the greatest interests of their own power. However, this time, the appearance of this Duke of Nelnas is a bit ugly, and everyone can't stand it."

"I understand." Vivian showed a sarcastic smile and nodded, "So several forces put pressure on Duke Nelnas at the same time, forcing him to divide more of the benefits he wanted to eat to everyone."

"That's right." Catherine nodded and said, "Look..."

"Forty million, this is the bottom line." The smile on Duke Nelnas's face had disappeared, and he said with a stern face: "If it is still unacceptable, then the joint combat plan should be cancelled."
Chapter completed!