The Night Clan envoy was brought to the palace and bowed to Fatel with a hammer on his chest: "Dear King Fatel, I am the ruler of the Dark Land in Frasha, and I pay my respects to you."
The words are quite beautiful, but it's a bit bad when your eyes shine when you say your nickname.
The eyes of the messenger could only be seen by King Fatel VI, the Black Guard Chief on the left and the National Preceptor on the right. The one who reacted the most was the National Preceptor, who immediately used a special spell to directly transmit the voice to the ears of the Sixth King.
"There is a god behind him. Your Majesty must not be rude."
The Sixth Generation slightly flattened his lips and spoke to the messenger: "Send my regards to the Phoenix King as well."
The messenger Frasha explained: "Please allow me to state that the Phoenix King has never been the title of my king. In future exchanges between the two countries, we should either call my king by his name or address him by his honorary title, so as to avoid misdelivery of official documents."
Future correspondence?
Is it the influence of language knowledge that causes the problem in expression, or is it a sign of submission?
The sixth generation didn't say anything and asked directly: "Please let the envoy explain his intention."
After hearing the question, Frasha changed his polite manner and became serious: "By order of my king, I am here to inform your country to select a day to redeem the captives stranded in the country."
A minister finally remembered his duty: "How dare you! If you don't take the initiative to send it back, how dare you expect the empire to compensate you!"
The envoy is a very courageous guy in the government affairs department. He will not be afraid of provocation from outsiders if he dares to quarrel with someone in his own royal capital.
"No, no, no, the fees your country needs to pay are mainly for the food, accommodation, management, materials, detention and other expenses of the prisoners. They are not compensation." His Majesty also taught him this trick. Although he won a battle, it has not changed. The enemy is strong and we are weak, so we need to give the opponent some steps to step down, and there is no need to push too hard.
The minister who had just spoken had already closed his eyes and was concentrating. He was quite satisfied with the answer and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In fact, it is very necessary to redeem the prisoners. Although there are no relatives of the emperor in the Fourth Legion, there are some who are more distantly related, including some noble disciples. No matter how many are left, if they are completely ignored, there will be trouble later. Very.
The finance minister who was in charge of the money then asked the price: "How many people are there and what is the total cost?"
"There were 8,120 people when I went out, and there may be a few more now. As for expenses, my king doesn't like money, so the materials should be converted into materials, including cloth and leather, calculated as two cowhide, ten skins per person."
The Minister of Finance frowned and shook his head: "Too expensive, too expensive. A two-headed cowhide can be sold for ten gold coins when it is cheap. Don't these more than 8,000 people not want 800,000 gold coins?"
The two-headed cow is much larger than the bison. It is used to make short boots that can protect the ankle joints. It is divided into top layer, second layer and lower layer. Together, it can make about forty pairs, so it is of course expensive.
The envoy said: "I am not familiar with this price difference, but our original intention is to facilitate your country. If it is too expensive, you can refer to the prices in Pangxun City and choose a more cost-effective one."
The Minister of Finance stopped talking, lowered his head and silently calculated which fabric to choose to get the best deal.
The Minister of Finance did not need to listen to what was said next, because he also knew that prisoners of war must be redeemed, and the rest was nothing more than bargaining.
As for bargaining, other ministers will naturally help.
"Even if you can change it to another one, it's still too expensive. The envoy just said that he only charges some management fees, but this price is not like it."
After all, Fartel is the kingdom of the orcs, and there are not so many twists and turns. It seems a bit bad to directly expose the management fee routine, but as long as there is a superficial reason that can be explained to the outside world, Fartel can live up to its reputation.
"The prices in our country may be slightly different, and food costs nothing. However, small and medium-sized primary schools are in urgent need of staff, so it is very difficult to hire them. It will also be more expensive than outside. Please forgive me." Anyway, we won't lower the price.
"A laborer can earn one gold coin in one year. One hundred gold coins is enough for a person to live for two lifetimes. It's unreasonable. Your price is really unreasonable." The minister here hasn't given up yet, and he can't give up so easily. Because if the money is too much, the ministers may be asked to help make up the amount, but it is a major matter related to one's own pocket.
The envoy saw that the atmosphere was quite harmonious and the risk of being hacked was not high, so he accompanied them to argue. Anyway, it was to emphasize the different national conditions of the two countries.
This is different from ordinary civil bargaining. In the final analysis, Fatal is the loser, and now only the fact that the two countries are not adjacent has prevented subsequent border conflicts. The distance between the two sides is not too far, and if the talks break down, no one can guarantee whether the Phoenix King's aircraft will attack the border city. If a few granaries are burned, the losses cannot be stopped by such a small amount.
King Fatel VI and other ministers have been talking about it for a long time, but they still have no intention of lowering the price. They can only despise the small country for being ignorant.
Just as he was about to speak, the messenger suddenly let go.
"Forget it, your country has a lot of difficulties. Then we have a proposal to reduce the payment. For every year the captives work in our country, they can get one-tenth of the cost."
Messenger Frasha delayed for so long before announcing the reduction plan. On the one hand, he wanted to understand Fatel's financial situation. The more urgent the bargaining was, the emptier the treasury was. On the other hand, he wanted to make the other party relax their vigilance, because this was a move that would make the monarch and his ministers relax. If the officers and soldiers' disloyal and destructive moves are relented as soon as they are introduced, it is easy for people to doubt the purpose.
Sure enough, the first reaction of the ministers was who should be redeemed first.
"Can the envoy carry a list of prisoners?"
Frasha said no: "Due to the small population in this country, so many people have never been imprisoned. At this stage, the management is still relatively chaotic and there is no time to complete the statistical work. If you want to rescue some people first, you should send a mission to Good on-site investigation.”
What diplomats say is just what they say, and it has little to do with the actual situation.
Going back and forth several times for the captives is equivalent to the Phoenix Kingdom using the captives' labor force in vain. Anyway, the conversion fee will be calculated from the time the agreement is signed.
King Fatel VI sat quietly and waited until the ministers did not take the initiative to speak, then asked personally: "How many people from the Fourth Army came to the city that day?"
As soon as this question came out, all the important ministers felt their hearts pounding. No one dared to fall asleep anymore. Two of them couldn't help but wiped their noses with their sleeves.
Frasha saw the problem. As an outsider, there was no need for him to help hide it, but King Fatel probably couldn't get rid of the ministers at once. It was these ministers who really did the work. It would not be good if they caused trouble in the future.
But he didn't intend to lie: "In reply to your words, there are about 70,000 people."
Seventy thousand people is a legion plus the number of civilians. He has no control over how the other party explains and understands it.
To be honest, this number is a bit more than Fatel VI expected.
"Please let the special envoy settle down in the mansion first. A commissioner will come to talk to you in detail in the near future."
"I'll wait, hopefully not too long."
