Thinking of this, Roslin felt a cold sweat on his forehead. This was really terrible. When did those simple-minded demons invent such a terrifying weapon?

"Your Highness..."

A soft call brought Roslin back to reality from the roar of despair. When he looked closely, he saw his most trusted confidant standing beside him, full of a embarrassed look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Tell me! What's the matter?"

Picking up a white towel from the table, dipped it in cold water and wiped it with sweaty forehead. After a cool breeze, Roslin felt much more energetic.

"A demon envoy came from the Dano Pass. He said... there are confidential matters that need to be discussed with the lower palace."

"Emporter? Messenger of the Demon Clan?"

Roslin was stunned. He finally understood why the extremely strange expression appeared on his confidant's face.

The war between humans and demons lasted for thousands of years. However, the term "messenger" completely disappeared between the two major races that had fought each other hundreds of years ago. According to the Pope, who is believed by mankind, no country shall negotiate privately with demons. Those who violate the order shall be subject to severe sanctions from the Supreme Court as the judging clan. Even if they are the king of a country, they are no exception.

The church has a very wide influence among common people. On the contrary, the monarchs of various human empires and kingdoms have snatched this call. Even some princes and nobles have declared without any concealment that they do not believe in the so-called God in private. The reason is simple: no ruler will willingly give the power in his hands to outsiders under the guise of religion.

No one can change this situation. The Church is extremely powerful. Even the most powerful human empire cannot confront it. He can only acknowledge the reality of the Church's existence perfunctorily.

Roslin didn't believe in God either. But this did not mean that he dared to trade privately with the demons. Once such a thing was exposed, the church also had a great excuse to declare war on the Kingdom of Theo. Yes, humans are indeed enemies of the demons. However, humans do not mind using the blood of their compatriots to make themselves stronger.

If it were normal times, Roslin would definitely not think about it and ordered his subordinates to cut off the head of the demon clan. But now, he couldn't help but have a strange interest. He really wanted to meet the so-called messenger and heard what the barbarians occupying the other side of Dano Mountain Pass wanted to say. If possible, maybe they could also draw a little secret of the terrible poison from the other party's mouth... After all, humans don't know much about the demon clan. Even if this private conversation was known by outsiders, he could kill the demon clan at any time. Use his head to block everyone's mouth.

...

When several close officers carefully brought the person into the room from the side door, Roslin suddenly realized that the young demon in front of him, wearing a black cloth dress actually had a handsome man no less than the most beautiful human young man.

His figure is extremely tall. On his broad shoulders, there are pieces of bronze round muscles exposed. The slender legs and feet and the well-proportioned lumbar muscles contain powerful power that may burst at any time. Although the black hair scattered behind him is a bit messy, it also shows a rough beauty. And the deep eyes hidden under the towering eyebrows arches often emit light full of wisdom and vitality.

"Tsk tsk! Unfortunately, if you have a beautiful forehead pattern on your head, you can definitely pretend to be the most prominent noble among humans."

"If your forehead is as smooth and vague as me, with your courage, I believe that His Majesty the Demon Emperor will not be stingy with rewarding you with a baron."

Faced with the almost insulting sarcasm, Song Xiaoye also faintly retorted with a vicious reproach. However, as soon as he spoke, he was pressed to the ground by several officers behind him with a sudden change in expression.

"I like people with courage. However, I prefer those smart people with brains."

Roslin lifted up his brocade robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on his body, squatted down slowly and grinned, "Obviously, you are a brave guy. Unfortunately, you are not smart. For idiots like you who only grow muscles but not brains, I will never cut off their heads and dig out the brains inside to feed them to the dogs."

"I originally thought that the prince's wisdom might be a little more than that of ordinary soldiers. Now it seems that I'm wrong." Song Xiaoye, who struggled to raise his head, smiled indifferently: "Idiots like you who are just going to draw conclusions without knowing anything, and they don't even have the qualifications to feed dogs."

"Bastard! How dare you insult Your Highness!"

A guard shouted angrily and slapped his fist hard to hit Song Xiaoye's right face. However, just as the fist wrapped in steel armored handguards was about to hit the target, he suddenly felt a tightening in his throat. Then a crisp sound of a broken bone came from his ear. His eyes turned black and he fainted to the ground immediately.

Song Xiaoye took action very quickly. In just a few seconds, he had already twisted the four officers standing in front of him with the "Chaos" in his body and pressed down the epiglottis bones in front of everyone's throat.

"You, who are you?" Looking at the guards who were fainted on the ground, Roslin, who looked sinister, finally discovered that the demon clan was wearing a black iron badge on his chest.

This seemed to represent the other party's identity. But Roslin did not agree. He knew the strength of the guards around him better than anyone else. They were all bronze warriors carefully selected from the most elite troops. A mere black iron warrior could do this, and he would not believe that he would kill him.

"I am the deputy general of Dano Fortress."

Song Xiaoye didn't want to get entangled with this issue for too long. After stepping over the guards lying on the ground, he sat down on the oak chair in front of the table: "Simply put it! I want to talk to you about a deal."

"trade?"

"Not bad!" Song Xiaoye glanced at him lightly: "I want to use gold to buy enough food from the Kingdom of Theo."

Roslin didn't say anything. He just stared at the indifferent demon messenger in front of him with a falcon-like gaze. He looked so carefully. Even every twitching of the muscles in the corner of the other person's eyes was not spared.

If it weren't for the very organized conversation before, he would definitely think that the demon sitting in front of him was a complete madman.

Buy food? The demons actually bought food from a human kingdom? This is probably the first demon to dare to make such a request to humans in hundreds of years.

I'm really lucky.

This guy is crazy enough, too.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Roslin, who had been stunned for a while, suddenly laughed. He laughed so happily and unscrupulously. He even bent down to realize his stomach tightly, and his eyes were squeezed out by this violent movement.

"Hahahaha! I, I admit, your joke is really funny. Haha! But if you want to kill me, there is no need to make up such a boring excuse before you die. Hahaha! The demons actually buy food from humans, hahaha! You know, do you know this is possible? Hahaha!"

"Why should I kill you?" Song Xiaoye shook his head and sighed: "Why do all humans treat the demons as enemies? What kind of deep hatred between us that cannot be resolved? Why can't we sit down and have a good chat like our friends?"

"friend?"

A very strange expression appeared on Roslin's face, which wanted to laugh but stopped,: "You...really want to buy food?"

Song Xiaoye didn't say anything. He just nodded seriously with the most sincere eyes.

"Okay! Tell me, how much do you want to buy? What price?" Roslin shook his head with a faint smile. There was a look of no belief and full of contempt in his eyes.

"100,000 stones. The price of grain per stone is ten gold coins."

"This price is good. It is more than twice the price in the mainland." Roslin still said in the same playful tone: "How do you pay for it? How do we deliver the goods?"

"You have the final say. At the same time as the delivery, both money and goods will be cleared." Song Xiaoye did not care about the other party's attitude at all. He just said slowly, word by word: "However, as a sign of integrity, I can first return all the human corpses that died today."

The last sentence was not loud. But to Roslin, it had another additional meaning. Gradually, he began to put away the chuckle on his face and replaced it with unprecedented solemnity.

He suddenly realized that what the demon envoy said did not seem so ridiculous. Everything that was said from his mouth was very likely to be true.

The demons lack food. This is a fact known to all countries in the mainland. After every war, the bodies of the two dead tribes will be taken back by the demons as food for winter. This is also the best evidence for being used as an excuse by the church to attack the barbaric aliens.

Roslin remembered that his uncle, a prince of the Kingdom of Theo, was killed in a war with the demons. It is said that his corpse was cut into pieces by the hungry demons and boiled into thick broth and eaten.

The mainland countries have long hated the barbaric behavior of the demon clan for a long time. Being buried in peace is the greatest respect for the dead. Especially the bodies of the dead must be transported back to their hometown for solemn burial. Therefore, after this war, in order to seize the bodies of the dead left on the battlefield, the human and demon clans will always break out on countless relatively small encounters. What makes humans helpless is that the demon clans with advantage in the geographical advantage can always successfully grab the vast majority of the corpses. On the other hand, the more people died in the battle, the greater the cost to barely get back such a small part. Over time, the disputes between the two tribes between human countries have become a vague consensus of the disputes between the two tribes----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Since those savage creatures like to eat people, let them eat enough.

This is really a very helpless thing, but there is no way to do it.

It can be imagined how shocked Roslin, the third prince of Theo Kingdom, would be, to say the words "return the corpse" from a demon envoy.

Those are tens of thousands of dead people! If they could transport all their bodies back... it is conceivable that their status in the minds of the vast majority of the people would be raised to a height of admiration. No, not only the people, but even the stubborn old guys in the military would express their gratitude to him. Hum! Hum! Hum! With these things, they can gain an absolute advantage in fighting for the throne with the two emperor brothers.

Roslin stood there silently. He didn't say anything for a long time. Only a trace of strangeness that passed through the corners of his eyes could reveal some of the deep inside him, and he was doing fierce and rapid calculations.

Why did Theo send troops to attack the demons? Isn’t it just for land and wealth.

Yes, those barbarians who do not have sacred forehead patterns on their heads are indeed not civilized. They do not understand irrigation technology, and they cannot even fill their stomachs every year. However, this does not mean that the demons are poor and destitute. In fact, they have much more gold than any human monarch. It is said that the palace of the Demon Emperor is completely made of gold. Even the stinking thatched cottages are inlaid with various gems that are shiny and fascinating. But what's the use? Gold cannot be eaten as food, and gems cannot be used to fill their stomachs. Under the premise that all human countries refuse to trade with them, the barbaric demons can only starve to death with a large amount of wealth.

Roslin is a very smart person. Of course, he could calculate that compared with a war where tens of thousands of people die, the profit value of pure commercial trade is obviously much higher. Moreover, the purchase price offered by this demon envoy is more than twice the price of grain in the mainland. A profit of hundreds of thousands of gold coins can be made in one transaction, which is beneficial to him and Theo without any harm.

But what should the church do?

Priests in black robes are like omnipresent flies. Once they know this, the church has an excuse to use military service to Theo. Millions of the most elite sacred knights, as well as kingdoms and empires that were summoned in the name of God, all want to get a piece of the pie in the war... are enough to tear the entire Theo to pieces.

Thinking of this, a hint of hesitation flashed through Roslin's cunning eyes.

He did not understand the principle of "seeking wealth and honor in danger". Yes, trading with the demons will indeed bring disaster to the Kingdom of Theo. However, by the same token, transactions with the demons can also allow the kingdom to obtain the gold that is urgently needed. What is right and wrong is entirely in one's own thoughts.

However, Roslin, who has been unable to express his opinion for a long time, feels that in addition to these two options, he also has another trump card with greater value.

"Although the demons have poor properties, I still bring a small gift out of respect for His Highness the Prince. I hope you can like it."

Song Xiaoye, who was sitting quietly beside him, saw all the changes of the other party. With a smile on his face, he took off a handmade and rough animal skin bag from his waist. After pulling the rope at the pocket, he immediately revealed his true appearance.

It was a human head that had a slightly black and swollen surface with lime. The swaying candlelight shone on the completely white eyeballs, showing a thick and thick gray like the belly of a zombie fish. In order to add a large amount of coarse and hard salt particles that were applied to the surface of the corpse head, they condensed into pieces of moldy salt flowers with moldy water under the mixed infiltration of dried blood and pus.

Although it had begun to decay and deform, Roslin could still see at a glance that the owner of this head was the one who was entrusted with an important task by him to lead 2,500 elite troops across the dark mountains. He was preparing to launch an attack on Dano Fortress from behind, the kingdom's one-star warrior Lazina.

Sitting on the wide oak chair, Song Xiaoye, with a calm expression, crossed his legs leisurely. He even took a bottle of tempting wine from the table by himself. After pulling out the bottle plug, he carefully poured a little in the silver goblet in front of him. With a kind of elegance and tranquility that only nobles have, he slowly sipped in a small sip.

He was waiting for Roslin to speak.

To be precise, it should be waiting for the third prince of Theo Kingdom to accept the secret deal he proposed.

"Planning and moving before moving" is an extremely famous old saying in alien civilizations.

If the attack on Dano Fortress by the Kingdom of Theo was an important opportunity in Song Xiaoye's life, then, he encountered a sneak attack force led by Lazina during the reinforcement and poisoned them all. This was to add a weight that was not big or small but had alternative meaning to the invisible balance of "luck".

War always kills people. Even if tens of thousands of troops under his command are defeated, Roslin, as a prince, doesn't even blink his eyelids. However, when the absolutely derogatory term "defeat" is associated with things like "gold" and "hero", and can transport back tens of thousands of dead bodies, even a complete defeat can add countless dazzling and attractive halos to the losers.

Song Xiaoye could see that Roslin was already moved by the secret deal he proposed. If the other party had a little unsolid hesitation in his heart, it came from two parts.

One: The Church.

The second is the human surprise soldier who was secretly crossing the dark mountains, then encountering it in the valley, and being poisoned by himself.

In Song Xiaoye's view, the prince of the Theo Kingdom in front of him has a terrible ambition that has rapidly expanded under the influence of power and desire.

The power of the Church is indeed huge. But in the eyes of truly ambitious people, this external threat is just a thing that exists on the surface. Compared with the crises that may be encountered in the future, the scheming players value the reality more. Therefore, as long as they can take enough gold and heavy enough, the position that the Church occupies in Roslin's heart can be completely offset. As for the remaining part... the heads placed on the dining table will be more effective than any persuasion.
Chapter completed!