Squeak squeak squeak...

The envoys of the Britannian Empire were leisurely heading towards the north and heading towards the Britannian Empire.

The wheels rotated and made a "squeaking" sound.

Perhaps it was because of the great success of the mission, the atmosphere of the entire envoy group changed directly.

What enveloped the carriage and the guards was a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Even the movements of the war horse when it fell down its hooves seemed to have become gentle.

When they head south to the Luolin Empire, the atmosphere shrouded on the envoys was as heavy as the atmosphere shrouded on them at this time was as light as the atmosphere shrouded on them.

Inside the carriage, Vivian let out a long sigh of fatigue, then turned his head and looked out the scenery outside the window.

"Mr. Su, Your Majesty... Fortunately, I'm not humiliating my fate..."

As soon as Vivian's murmur fell, the translator sitting opposite her immediately said excitedly:

"Your Excellency! We did it! We have really succeeded in convincing Queen Bella to maintain peace between the two countries!"

"Yeah." Vivian, who was filled with relief on his face, nodded, "Yes... it's not easy... We are really lucky, and that Bella is indeed a fool."

Before going to the Rolling Empire, Vivian had a brief meeting with Ilsa.

At this talk, Ilsa offered Vivian a price she could tolerate - 500 million Yinglong.

It means that as long as the peace between the two countries can be maintained and the security of the south of the empire can be maintained, Ilsa is willing to bear the price of 500 million Yinglong.

And now, Vivian successfully completed the task with only 100 million Yinglong milk.

Vivian had already imagined how wonderful Ilsa's expression would be when she heard that she had only used a little milk and maintained the peace in the southern part of the empire.

The Milk Treaty stipulates that the empire needs to give the Rolling Empire a large amount of milk with a total value of up to 100 million Yinglong every year.

At first glance, this regulation seems to be a loss to the Britannian Empire.

If you give 100 million flowers to the Rolling Empire every year, you will give 1 billion to the 10 years. And there is no specified period of time in the treaty, which means that the Britannian Empire must give it every year and constantly give it.

But—this just seems to be a loss.

The reason why Ilsa sent Vivian south was just to maintain the security of the southern empire at this critical moment and prevent the war in the south from igniting.

In other words, this Milk Treaty was just a temporary measure for the Britannian Empire.

After the empire survives the current crisis of national destruction and recovers its vitality in the future, it will have time and energy to handle its relationship with this neighbor in the south and the Milk Treaty.

The person who really suffered a loss and suffered a great loss was the Luolin Empire.

Vivian stuck his head out of the car window and looked north.

Although Vivian's eyes could only see the horizon in the distance, her mind could see a very distant place.

Vivian's mind slowly drifted northward.

Floating to the border between the two countries.

Floating to the camp of the Luolin Army stationed on the border between the two countries.

It floated to the Luolin army generals who were determined to launch the Northern Expedition to take back their homeland.

"I feel a little sympathetic to them..."

Vivian whispered to herself.

"I've got such a foolish monarch."

"After knowing that their emperor gave up the Northern Expedition and the opportunity to take back his hometown because of some milk, how angry and painful should they be..."

...

...

The northern border of the Luolin Empire, the military camp of the Luolin Army, and the main tent.

The long table standing on both sides of the center of the tent of the formation was filled with all the senior generals in the army.

The expressions on their faces were the same as those of Barr who was sitting in the main seat - full of surprise, shock and other emotions.

Barr stood up from the long table with a "huh" and asked sharply at a dusty messenger kneeling on one knee at the tent:

"You say it again?"

The messenger was from Tuli and was sent by Deni.

Perhaps it was because of tension. After hearing Barr's questioning, the messenger trembled first, and then said in a trembling voice:

“Yes, yes!”

"Your Majesty has signed a new peace treaty with the envoys of the Britannian Empire!"

"The two countries will continue to maintain a friendly state! Continue all the entries stipulated in the Treaty of Telluwa!"

"At the same time, the two countries each have one new obligation!"

"The Britannian Empire is obliged to give free milk to the Rolling Empire with a total value of 100 million Yinglang!"

"And the Rolling Empire is obliged to never hoard troops with a scale of more than 50,000 people on the northern border!"

"Milk..." Barr, whose face was pale, his lips kept trembling.

Then, Barr gritted his teeth suddenly, then pulled out the battle sword from his waist and chopped towards the long table in front of him.

Barr is old and weak, and he is not very good at fighting skills. According to common sense, Barr should be unable to cut open such a long and large table.

However—at this time, driven by anger, Barr split the long table in half in one breath.

"His Majesty!!"

Barr's voice was hoarse, as if he was roaring, and as if he was wailing.

"We are about to fight to the death for the country!"

"Why do you do this?!"

"As long as we can recover our hometown, how can we get the benefits that only milk can achieve?!"

"This is the best fighter that has been seen in 10 years!"

"Why just give up like this in an understatement!"

After roaring like this, Barr, who buried his head low, seemed to give up on himself and threw the long sword in his hand to the ground next to him.

Then he sat back on the chair with a depressed look on his face.

Although Barr's roar stopped, the lingering sound still echoed in the hearts of the generals in the tent.

Echoing over and over again.

Just then, a sudden sob sounded.

And the sob owner sat next to Jill de Lair.

Jill turned his head and looked at the sob master.

The sob owner was Eugen de Muller, a comrade who was about the same age as Jill and fought against Su Cheng side by side with him five years ago.

At this time, Eu Ren was covering his face with his hands and sobbing in a low voice.

Eugen is a man with a firm heart.

At this moment, he covered his face and sobbed - one can imagine how sad and painful he was at this time.

And Eugen's sobs came slowly as if they were contagious.

Gradually, more and more people began to sob in a low voice.

In the big tent, sobs rose and fell.

The person who didn't sobbed, such as Jill, also had a heavy face and clenched his fists.

Jill looked slowly and looked at the white tent.

A strange thought emerged in my mind for no reason:

——This country...maybe it will be destroyed by this fool's queen...
Chapter completed!