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Chapter 143.1: Battle of the Knights (3)

In the old dwarf language, there was a word . It was used when referring to things that were predetermined, that were fate.

When they saw the envoys rushing towards them holding white flags in the distance, the dwarves could not help but murmur that old word.

. . .

Some of the younger dwarves said more directly,

Damn it. . .

. . .How undignified.

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It was natural for the disadvantaged side to attempt negotiations. Neither Johan nor the mercenary captains under Johan were particularly surprised.

The problem was what kind of negotiations they were attempting!

Will you pay all the ransom and pay for the insult?

Yes, Your Excellency.

Nonsense.

When Johan scoffed mockingly, the envoy flinched. There was a custom not to kill envoys, but that did not prevent fear.

Moreover, having personally witnessed Johan slaughtering soldiers and charging, the envoy was even more afraid.

Tell your master. Open the gates and come out in person to kneel before me. Then I will promise mercy.

. . . . . .

The envoy wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. Johans prestige was more than enough. But for his master, it was an offer that could not be accepted.

The moment he came out and knelt, Jekyllids fate would be in Johans hands. No one knew whether he would be executed on the spot, taken somewhere far away and imprisoned.

The noble who had strutted about as the master of the hundred kingdoms would never accept such a humiliating offer.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

If hostages are needed, I will offer the bloodline of my house.

I dont need them. The count must come out himself.

If that were to happen, the houses that turned their backs might also get angry and start a rebellion. Honor and justification were important to the pagans as well.

If that happened, the hundred kingdoms would continue to torment Count Yeats, and the only place Count could ask for help would be the republic.

A place that continuously trades with the nobles of these Northern Lands, possesses a fleet, and also has the ability to persuade!

When negotiations ended, the republic would welcome it. After all, there was no way this expedition would end in defeat. Seeing Johan, it didnt seem at all like he would lose. . .

If so, it was best to consider the gains that would follow.

May I offer a piece of advice?

Johan nodded. Ahir carefully opened his mouth.

There will be considerable pushback among the vassals of the hundred kingdoms if you wipe out the Jekyllid family.

What do you mean?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Ahir looked at Johan with puzzlement. Rumors were raging wildly around the camp. It was because of the incident where the envoy who had come to request negotiations was humiliated and chased away.

Even among the nobles held hostage, the rumor was circulating.

Emir. . . I mean, the Count has to pay the price. I cant just let someone who openly insulted my honor go. But I dont intend to wipe out the Counts family. Why would I do that?

Regardless of the republics misunderstanding, Johan was extremely rational. Even dealing with the Count was necessary for that reason, he didnt really have much personal resentment.

He wasnt the type to get worked up just because someone else insulted his honor.

I-I was mistaken.

No need to make unnecessary concessions when theres nothing to regret.

It would be good if the other party completely surrendered and opened the gates, but if not, he was prepared to clash as it was. Johan didnt like wasting his strength, but sometimes it was necessary to properly demonstrate his power.

The scene of breaking down the Counts walls and dragging him out would make it very clear to the people around here who the master was.