"Buzz buzz!"
While the congressmen were finishing their meal, a sudden abnormal sound came in. The sound tended to get louder and louder, and was accompanied by the shouts of the guards outside.
"Is this how you treat guests in Marienburg?"
The MPs walked out of the door and saw a dwarf helicopter suspended in the air ten meters above the ground. A large group of guards pointed at it with bows, arrows and spears.
A young dwarf poked his head out of the hatch. He looked at the trembling thighs and arms of the human soldiers below and raised his lips. Short-lived species are always like this, afraid of everything beyond their understanding.
"Boss Tommy? You came from the sky?" Viscount Fimmel, who was well-informed, was also stunned for a moment. The fact that the dwarves developed manned aircraft has always been a legend in the empire, and the settlements outside the mountains did not have the opportunity or strength to field them.
"Get out of the way and make room for our distinguished guest!"
"call!"
The soldiers staggered back, and the helicopter's rotor speed slowly decreased and landed steadily on the ground. The cyclone it brought about blew away the top hats of many businessmen, and Viscount Fimmel showed some dissatisfaction when he saw the hurried and awkward performance of his colleagues.
"For us businessmen, time is as precious as gold." Cousin Tommy jumped out of the cabin. He looked much rounder, and his clothes were closer to those of the imperial dwarves.
"Everyone invited me over, what good business can I do for you?" Tommy's previous words had a double meaning, but his unexpected appearance showed off his strength and shocked all those who doubted his strength.
"Please, please come in!" Viscount Fimmel came to his senses. He turned around and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, but his eyes still glanced at the helicopter involuntarily. The host and guest took their seats, and after a brief exchange of greetings, the two parties got down to business.
"The boss is from Altdorf. Have you heard the news?"
"Of course, is it true?" Tommy showed a hint of surprise.
"Yes, we are all peers. The oppression of excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes makes it difficult for us to have room to breathe."
"Uh, uh!" The city council's splendor almost dazzled Tommy. He cursed secretly but still nodded.
"So you need an army to ensure security after independence, is that right?" According to the original plan, Tommy went straight in. "Then you have found the right person. As long as you have the right price, you can get far more than you imagined."
"What about? How many artillery regiments?"
"That kind of aircraft?"
"Or a steam tank? You dwarves must still have that thing!"
Tommy poked at a steak, as if explaining a trivial matter, and the city councilor became excited.
"It seems you are still too conservative." Tommy picked up the goblet and shook it. He took his time to admire the wine hanging on the wall and drank it in one gulp.
"Yes, I rarely mention my identity. After all, as a businessman, I still have to rely on goods. But I must say that I am the cousin of His Majesty Snorri, the King of the South, the closest kind." Tommy shook his head. He added while holding an empty cup.
"Is this? What did you mean by coming here?" After a moment of silence, Countess Alicia spoke up.
"You may think that outliving your enemy is a good way to get revenge, but this does not apply to us children of the mountains. Articles written in blood are like whip marks dipped in salt water. Failure to account for them will make any A dwarf with a sense of honor can hardly taste the wine."
Cousin Tommy responded sideways to the Baroness's question. Snorri's return to the Old World had huge repercussions among the dwarven nations, and the merchants of the Human Empire knew this.
"Shameless betrayal! Despicable! Cheap! That pig and mice are smarter than it!" Tommy cut the steak on the plate fiercely, as if to express his anger.
"So this is, uh, a way to settle the grudge?" the Baroness continued.
"Well, His Majesty the High King is equally angry, but considering the ancient covenant and the deep cooperation with you, he asked my cousin to restrain his vengeful anger within a certain range. Otherwise, the Storm Hammer would have crushed the pig's brain. Got it!"
Hearing this, the merchants understood that the King of the South, Snorri the Generous, was willing to support their independent behavior because the dwarves viewed it as a betrayal of Dieter IV. And no one would question Snorri's passion for revenge as the son of the "Grudge" and named Thorson.
"With all due respect, most of your cousin's territory and subordinates are in the South. How much can he help us?" The old man from Kislev stood up.
"Oh, have you short-lived guys forgotten the battle against Chaos?" Tommy saw his origin and sneered.
"you.."
"His Majesty Snorri is the champion chosen by the ancestors and gods! If your logistics hadn't kept up with the battle eight years ago, how could he have been plotted by Gulu?" Tommy interrupted the old man's words directly.
"As the saying goes, if you offer a glass of wine before a battle, the black ark will turn into ashes; if you offer a barrel of wine before a battle, your demigod status will become empty; if you offer a cart of wine before a battle, the demon army of Nurgle will also..."
"Your Excellency Sigma! Please keep your voice down!" Viscount Fimmel shouted. "Ignore that old guy, none of us doubt the bravery of the Plague Exorcist. If it attracts his attention, you and His Majesty Snorri will protect us, and we will all suffer!"
"Hmph!" Tommy responded with a dull nasal voice.
"I admire the strength of the King of the Southland and the demon-slaying warriors under his command, but no matter how good they are in fighting, they can't stand up to Marienburg. There are eight, no, seven docks."
The man with only one eye raised new questions. Businessmen are very concerned about risk management.
"I am still a guest of His Majesty Charon and the Dukes over the mountain. The noble knights also hope to see your independence, or in other words, hope that the human empire will lose their biggest wallet."
The city councilors were convinced, and they were lucky to have found an unimaginable amount of outside help with just one broker. The dwarves and knights have credibility, strength and motivation, but they can't find any reason not to believe it.
"Those guys and I hope to see your sincerity in military expenditures. You know, expeditions and immigration are very expensive." Tommy relaxed with a prawn. He looked at the whispers of the congressmen. Know that you have succeeded.
The urgent messenger rushed out of the secret door of Marienburg. They had to rush to Breeze Castle and cross the Gray Mountains through the channels of Breeze Castle. With their return, several signed agreements appeared in front of the congressmen.
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