After dealing with the trolls' camping issues and logistical supply distribution, Carlos roped in Turalyon and took seven or eight guards to the reception dinner. %乐%文%精品 www.しwxs.com
"Don't be stingy, just use human generosity to knock out these trolls who have never seen the world."
Under the instructions and personal sponsorship of King Carlos, a luxurious dinner worth five hundred gold coins satisfies the appetites of the trolls.
"Your Majesty, can humans eat food like this for every meal?"
The troll couldn't help but ask.
"How is it possible? Only those who have the ability are entitled to eat good food. If you don't have the ability, you can eat white bread."
As soon as Carlos reached out and grabbed the guard who was about to blow his pussy, there was no way he could tell such a lie that would be revealed at the first glance!
"Can they eat enough white bread?"
"Yes. Among us humans, no one who is willing to work will starve to death."
Carlos used the correct posture to carry out strategic deception.
"What a wonderful world."
"You can do it too. What's the greatest meaning of peace?"
Carlos felt that the heat was almost there and began to preach and brainwash.
"have no idea."
Troll’s honest answer.
"The meaning is to create value."
Giving the troll time to think, Carlos continued.
“Peace allows you to use meaningless gold to buy meaningful food. It allows you to use the prey you spend an afternoon hunting to exchange for tobacco leaves that it takes tobacco farmers a year to grow. It allows you to use your extra money. The surplus is exchanged for things you cannot produce. This is the great significance of the trolls maintaining peace with humans. The world is so big. It is enough to accommodate both human and troll races."
"But Your Majesty, you sacked Zumashal."
The troll's words instantly chilled the scene.
"I brought food."
"Your Majesty, we are not fools. You brought the chaos to Zumashal."
"I brought you here."
"So we didn't kill you right away."
The Turalyon troll's language was average, but combined with the atmosphere of the scene, it was obvious that something was wrong.
"What do you think of Prime Broken Tooth's description of the new troll?"
Carlos knew that he was overplaying his game. Surrounded by a large army, more than three hundred trolls would not make a difference, and one or two trolls could not hurt him. Going to the meeting alone just showed heroism and sincerity, but he didn't consider what would happen if the troll mercenary wavered as a whole. So Carlos quickly changed the subject. Give yourself time to think. Now it's obvious that if words don't work, you have to resort to martial arts.
"It's beautiful and far away."
The troll shook his head helplessly, and took the time to grab a piece of cheese and stuff it into his mouth.
Trolls are not determined!
Carlos watched the trolls move. Added some confidence.
"Carlos, need..." Turalyon leaned over and whispered, but was interrupted by Carlos.
"Sit still and eat as you please."
Carlos answered the troll's words, and the troll stopped talking. The banquet continued amidst the sound of chewing.
"Your Majesty, we are also very divided internally. After all, Zumashal still has relatives waiting for us to feed him, but some lonely guys think this is a good opportunity for revenge."
"Then let those lonely guys endure it first. Don't disturb everyone's interest in eating."
Carlos hadn't figured out how to respond yet, so he forced himself to show off.
As a result, the trolls followed this trick.
The chef and attendants cooperated with the guards to come in twice to add food, and Turalyon wanted to hint at something. But there was no chance, so he had to sit next to Carlos anxiously.
Finally, the night darkened, leaving only a mess at the banquet site.
Carlos stood up after eating and drinking.
"The world is so big, don't you want to go out and have a look? Zumashal is so small, do you feel like you have been stuck there all your life? My life is here. Are you so impatient? I don't want to talk more. If you don’t want to live, stand up. I’ll help him!”
After Carlos shouted these words in Troll language, seven or eight trolls who couldn't bear it immediately started to commotion, but were pinned to the ground by other trolls.
"Are you full? Have you drunk enough? I forgive you for being disrespectful tonight, but we will practice as usual tomorrow morning. Anyone who is late will be beheaded. Do you understand?"
"clear."
"OK."
"No problem, I promise."
Seeing the troll's submission, Carlos yelled: "Answer sir, use————yes!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
…
Carlos breathed a sigh of relief as he led Turalyon and his guards away from the troll camp.
"Carlos, you are so brave, my clothes are soaked with sweat."
Turalyon wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and said.
"You're upset. If you observe more, you won't be like this anymore."
Carlos "cut" Turalyon.
"Um, what do you say?"
Turalyon didn't quite understand.
"When selecting these mercenaries, priority was given to those with families and children."
"Yes."
"Some of the trolls want to kill us."
"That's right."
"Most of them still have concerns."
"That's right."
"So, the troll's low-quality blackmail almost ruined the show."
"Wait, acting? You mean?"
"That's right, these trolls just want to show their loyalty and increase their worth. Those stupid young men were sold by their own people. If nothing else, we will receive the heads sent by the trolls tomorrow morning."
"You mean..."
Turalyon looked in disbelief.
"Yes, those dead brains can't speak human words. It almost made me think that the trolls were going to fight us to the death."
"How did you find out?"
Turalyon asked with admiration.
"hehe."
Carlos pretended to be sophisticated and left.
Which family would still hide food in their pockets at the Hongmen Banquet when they were ready to fight to the death?
When Carlos discovered that at least half of the trolls were secretly hiding things in their clothes, he realized that he was wrong. The trolls were not threatening him, but showing their loyalty in disguise.
So, if you are not good at math, you will suffer a small loss at most, but if you are not good at Chinese, you will die!
Knowledge changes destiny. These trolls deserve it for not reading when they were young.
Ignoring Turalyon's invitation to take a shower in a nearby waterfall, Carlos returned to the bedroom and ordered the guards to go down and have a good rest.
However, when Carlos opened the door, he was choked by a not unpleasant smell and sneezed.
By the light of the torches in the aisle, Carlos lit the lantern.
"I go!"
In a moment of excitement, Carlos even spoke Chinese.
Quickly catching the wind lantern that almost fell to the ground and was smashed, Carlos couldn't help complaining: "Sister, what are you doing, hiding in my room in the dark? People are scary, scary to death, and elves are scary and powerful!"
"I thought you weren't coming back."
Alleria sat with her back to Carlos and said quietly.
"Uh, what do you want to talk about in the middle of the night?"
Carlos thought again and again and closed the door.
"Didn't I promise you that I would reply to you tonight?"
Alleria stood up and turned around. (To be continued)
ps: Hehehe, hahahaha, ahhahahaha, the audience knows what I am laughing at.
