Chapter 262 [Push down]

The custom of people on the grasslands is indeed to live in tents. These nomadic people live with water and grass, graze livestock, and do not have any fixed settlement cities. That is true...

However, even if they are people on the grassland and have a noble status like Hammuye, even if they live in a tent, it is an extremely luxurious tent, which is not much different from the big house where the noble people of Roland live. But... these few days

The top tent is a standard marching tent for the Tulip family's private army. It is a small tent that can barely sleep three or four people in one tent, and its height is also very limited.

After the initial irritation, Hammuye wanted to wave his sleeves away, but the fire in his heart was suppressed again and again. He thought to himself: This Tulip Duke humiliated me so much, he is obviously a hard-liner. Although the other party is unreasonable, he is just that.

It's just a little trick to piss me off.

Thinking of this, his anger softened, and he put away the anger on his face. He forced out a smile, glanced at Longbottom, gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, please help me thank the Duke!"

After saying that, Hamuye didn't dare to say anything else, fearing that he would burst out if he couldn't help it, so he immediately raised the curtain of a tent and walked in first.

All of the hundreds of followers he brought had angry expressions on their faces, and some even had their hands on the handles of their swords. However, the master did not speak, so these people endured it. Then they all entered the tent to rest.

.The tent was not enough for two hundred people. Longbottom didn't care so much. He stood outside the tent and laughed loudly: "Prince, take a good rest. I'll excuse you."

Hammuye sat alone in the tent, trying to calm down his anger. He gradually calmed down and thought about what the Tulip Duke had planned. He took out the "agreement" Longbottom gave him and read it carefully. He endured it.

That's why it wasn't torn into pieces.

Originally, when Hamuye and his party arrived, it was already close to evening. He sat in the tent and sulked, and his men did not dare to disturb him, so he could only settle down in other tents. Until nightfall, the whole

The Duke's Mansion actually ignored him, not even a single servant came to serve him!

Not to mention sending some food. I didn't even have room to drink.

Hamuye was originally sitting in the tent angry, but gradually he also felt hungry. In anger, his mouth became dry and he said, "Here comes someone!"

Two young prairie warriors walked in outside the tent: "Sir."

"What time is it now? Is it already dark?"

"……Yes."

Hamuye frowned, then walked out of the tent and looked at the sky, under the stars. He couldn't help but thought: Why haven't you started eating yet?

Everywhere he went, Roland officials hosted banquets. When he was in the imperial capital, although he and the Roland officials sparred at the negotiation table every day, they still had a small banquet every day. A big banquet every two days. There was no shortage of fine food.

.

Why did it take until now that no one in the Duke's Palace has come to invite me to the banquet?

Thinking of this, a strange thought suddenly came to his mind:

This abominable Tulip Duke...he...he won't ignore the food, will he?!

Thinking of this, I felt more and more ominous. I immediately sent people out to find the people from the Duke's Palace.

This time it was not Longbottom who came here, but Madam, the steward of the Duke's Palace. Mader came to the residence of the envoys very politely, and meticulously saluted the prairie prince, and then he was polite and smiling.

He said: "Dear guest, what can I do for you?"

Hammuye hesitated for a moment. It was really indecent to ask this kind of question. He was a guest, so it would not be good if he asked rashly. Maybe the other party was already preparing, but just not ready. After all, he arrived relatively late.

...It’s just that it’s never as late as it is now.

"Uh..." Hammuye whispered: "Mr. Steward, may I ask, does your Duke's Mansion... not serve meals at night?"

"Food?" Mud looked innocent and confused. His expression was really as harmless as a human or an animal. But he asked doubtfully: "What did the distinguished guest say? How can a person not eat?"

Hamuye felt his stomach growling. After hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "So, when will I go to the banquet? I have to dress up properly for the Duke's dinner.

It shows contempt for the master."

Mader seemed to be even more confused: "What kind of banquet is this... distinguished guest? Everyone in the Duke's Palace has already had dinner."

"...What?!" Hammuye's anger was really extraordinary!!

This bastard Tulip actually doesn’t care about food?! Does he want to starve me to death?!

Resisting the urge to draw the knife, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Oh, everyone in the Duke's Palace has already had dinner? However, my people and I have worked hard all the way, and we are still hungry."

Ma De still seemed to have a puzzled look on his face: "Ah? Haven't your guests and your people eaten yet? Alas... why is this? Is the custom in your hometown different from that of us Roland people, and we don't eat at night?

?”

Nonsense! If you don’t give us the land to eat, are we going to drink the wind?!

Hammuye's face turned livid with anger: "Although our customs are different from your country, we still have to eat dinner!"

Mud then said something that made Hamuye almost spit out blood: "Oh, in that case, please use it slowly."

Hamuye is considered a relatively well-educated person. He suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Then, please tell us, steward, where to eat?"

"Uh...is there any difference between this? If you like it, just use it in the tent."

"Okay." Hammuye said, "Please ask the steward to send someone to deliver the food here."

After Hammuye finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but Mud smiled. This time he smiled like a simple and honest old farmer: "I'm afraid your envoy has misunderstood... Well, the meal has already been eaten in the Duke's Mansion.

Well, the cooks in the kitchen have already gone home. Look, it’s getting so late. Oh, after leaving the Duke’s Palace, there are two good restaurants on the street outside. If you are interested, you can go

Try the local flavor. But at this time, you have to hurry up. If it's a little later, they may also be faking it."

Got it! This damn Tulip Duke really doesn’t care!

Hammuye's heart was bleeding. How could he, as a prince, not be treated well? Where could he have ever experienced such cowardice? He stared at Old Mad for several times, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Okay! Great! Thank you so much.

You treated me so well!”

Ma De didn't talk nonsense. After giving the gift, he left with a smile.

"Come...come here!" Hammuye shouted loudly. The subordinates nearby were already so angry that they were about to curse. When they heard the master's cry, they rushed over one after another. Some even pulled out their scimitars and shouted loudly: "

Master, we are going to kill these Roland pigs with our knives! They dare to insult our noble master like this, and even death will not be enough to atone for their crime!"

"Yes! Kill them. Then go back to the grassland!"

"Master, let's kill them!"

"Master, no need to talk nonsense, let's go straight to war! Kill these Roland pigs!"

The scimitar was flashing, and under the light of the sword, everyone was filled with anger and shouted repeatedly. After a while, Hamuye fell silent, and then took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his mouth:

"Send someone... to buy food on the street!"

"The one in the middle is Hammuye." Du Wei stood on a tower, behind the window, from a high position, just in time to have a panoramic view of the tents where the prairie people were stationed. He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at it with a smile.

The grassland people in front of the tent below were drawing their swords and shouting. They were probably very angry.

After all, at such a height, Du Wei could see the other person directly with the eagle eye technique. But Philip behind him could not. He held a monocular telescope in both hands and looked down. He smiled and said: "Yes, sir, the one in the middle is wearing a colorful suit."

He who wears a golden ring in his hair is Hammuyeh."

Du Wei squinted his eyes and looked at this negotiating opponent. He was of medium build. He didn't look as powerful as other prairie men, nor did he look as fierce as others. Instead, he looked like a Roland noble between his brows.

. His appearance is quite handsome, and he is quite shrewd. At this moment, his face was livid with anger, but he could still endure it without having an attack.

"It's rare... such a tolerant guy." Du Wei smiled. Then he looked back at Phillip: "What do you think?"

"Sir...are we going too far?" Philip frowned: "After all, he is an envoy of a country. Such neglect..."

"Humph, what's too much?" Du Wei said lightly: "They invaded our territory, attacked our city, and killed our people. Isn't it too much?"

"But after all, the two sides are fighting, so we shouldn't be so negligent. This is the national ritual of the empire."

"Bullshit national rituals." Du Wei smiled lightly and said: "What is more important, eating and drinking, or war? This Hanmuye is not a fool, and the king of the grassland is not a fool either. Even if they are angry again, they will not be fooled.

He won't really start a war with us because of this neglect in treatment. At most, he will just be angry and angry. What can he do? Hum..."

After a pause, Du Wei smiled again: "If the prairie people really start a war with us because of such a disrespectful etiquette... If the prairie people are of this level of intelligence, then even if we start a war, I won't be afraid of them.

! An enemy who would get hot-headed and fight because of such a trivial matter is not worthy of us to worry about. But he endured it... Hehe, it seems that starting tomorrow, I will have to think of something else."

Philip smiled bitterly. However, he also admitted that the Duke was right. Even if the other party was angry again, he would not rashly launch a war between the two countries because of this kind of thing. If the other party really did that, it would show that the other party was stupid and reckless. Such an enemy would not

No need to worry anymore.

"By the way, have you carried out my order?"

"Yes... I have already given the order." Philip bowed and smiled: "I have already sent people to describe the attire of these envoys in detail to the bosses of the shops in the surrounding streets. Everyone has

Keep it in mind... Whenever prairie people dressed like this go to buy food and drink, the price will be quoted three times higher."

"Okay." Du Wei clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Since this Hamuye is a prince, he should be quite rich. Let's make some contribution to the economy of our Loulan City."

At night, Du Wei ignored the messengers from the grassland and strolled to the dungeon under the castle alone. He dispersed the guards outside: "Everyone stands ten meters away and no one is allowed to approach."

Then Du Wei opened the cell door and walked in.

This cell has already been cleaned relatively clean. It is the female assassin Ellu who lives in it.

In the past few days, Du Wei did not make things difficult for this simple-minded female assassin. Not only did he give her good food and drink, he also had someone change her into a cleaner cell. He even gave her a cell at Eludi's request.

gave her a chance to take a bath.

However, it seems that Du Wei acted maliciously and never provided Ailu with any decent clothes. Instead, he made several sets of the same sexy and revealing clothes that Ailu wore.

Come out. Is his heart bad? It will be obvious.

Having not seen the sun for many days, Ailu's skin was a little pale. She had already been shackled, and she could move freely in this cell. However, Du Wei set up a magic circle around the cell. Although Ailu knew how to climb the snowy mountains,
To be continued...