Even if Christine had a one percent chance, he didn’t dare to gamble.
This is the only passage for the great Demon Emperor (a title used within the Dark Race for the King of the Dark Race) to return ho.
Gambling on whether the way for the Demon Emperor’s return is smooth itself is a great disrespect to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, an act requiring self-sacrifice for atonent.
After a suffocating silence, the handso White Demon raised the white flag.
"You win, state your conditions. The return cannot be changed, but everything else can be negotiated."
"Before the formal negotiations begin, please allow to introduce myself. Milones, the third governor, mainly responsible for diplomacy and art."
Roland nodded with a smile and calmly said, "Although you certainly know, let’s give a brief introduction."
"Your negotiation counterpart is...
Caesar of the Sussex Empire, Duke of Swage; Pri Minister of the Jin Yuan Republic, Duke of Bordeaux; Imperial Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire, Duke of Kazan; and the chief advisor of the Talia Kingdom, soon to be Pri Minister of the Tirol Kingdom, Roland. The middle nas and surnas are a bit long, so I won’t recite them."
After finishing the introduction, Roland himself found it a bit hard to maintain.
Unconsciously, he already had so many titles and identities. Every ti he gained a piece of land, he would add a suffix to his na.
If this expansion continues, the length of his na will soon be too long to fit in a death note.
These are just the major titles; he didn’t even add secondary territories and titles.
After hearing Roland’s introduction, Christine corrected with so displeasure: "Roland, Knight of Light."
"Of course, I won’t forget my identity as a Knight of Light, but I don’t want to make Mr. Milones feel too constrained during the negotiations."
"Light always resides in my heart."
His expression was pious, yet Milones looked at him and felt a bit sick.
If he didn’t know Roland’s character, he might have truly believed, but he was very familiar with Roland’s deeds.
He couldn’t help but sneer: "In the history of the Dark Side, there was once an outstanding genius, but his style was despised by everyone, he changed his surna three tis, so he was called Three-surna... Even if he t you, he would bow in submission."
A normal person hearing such mockery would certainly feel utterly ashad, at least furious, yet Roland laughed heartily.
"I’m different from him. He changed his surna three tis, probably not happily each ti. But I just add na suffixes. When acquiring a new identity, I don’t betray my previous ones."
"If you don’t believe , you can ask the countries and organizations I’ve served. Were they satisfied?"
Roland cast an inquiring glance at Christine.
Christine nodded slowly, although she didn’t speak, she completely agreed with Roland’s view.
Although Roland’s faith was still not firm enough, his attitude of aspiring to Light was very good.
She could give Roland ninety-nine points.
The one point deducted was for Roland, he could have done better, could have regarded Light as the only.
The blemishes did not obscure the shine; she was very satisfied with Roland.
Their eyes t in the air, with everything understood without words.
Milones inexplicably felt sowhat restless.
He originally intended to sar Roland with a notorious figure from the Dark Side, but Roland countered directly, using the ace rhetoric of "my custors are very satisfied, why is a spectator like you complaining."
He was left speechless.
Although this rhetoric had the hint of quibbling, Roland simultaneously serving five countries was quite astonishing, but since each country’s supre leader was satisfied, it was indeed no place for him to complain.
In the process of reporting progress to Sofia via the Endless Letter behind Roland, Sif couldn’t wait for a reply, was already anxious, and her mood worsened when she saw Roland and Christine’s eye exchange full of understanding.
She quickly wrote a new text urging again on the Endless Letter.
"Old maid, want to accept then hurry up and say sothing!"
Insulting Sofia was not easy, foul language was aningless, attacking her character would only make her laugh uncontrollably.
The most common attack thod, directly addressing her parents wouldn’t work here.
Her parents were already dead, dead in every sense.
They had long died physically, having accelerated the formation of the Holy Alliance by using Sofia as a political pawn, with even the slightest affection dissipated.
So-called parents were no different from strangers in Sofia’s eyes.
She was a formidable being existing from the Age of Gods until now, her real parents died in the Second Era, reincarnated countless tis, never to be reunited.
Even if nostalgic, she would only miss the parents of that ti.
Calling her shaless, cold-blooded, or cruel was even more laughable.
Only by attacking her failed marriage and her unbearable past of being silently abused by her ex-husband would there be a chance to break her defense.
And such an attack must co from soone weighty, like Sif.
Perhaps because the remark had enough impact, or perhaps insulting Sofia triggered the awakening condition, the reply ca quickly.
"I rember your attack. Let them leave Rodinia, go to the South Continent. That’s their holand, since they want to return ho, let them go all the way. Let Roland handle the other conditions."
Sif sighed in relief, but soon she couldn’t breathe.
Wait, Roland should handle the conditions?
If Sofia knew the letter writer was Roland, the reply ought to be "state your conditions yourself."
She thought she could perfectly mimic Roland’s handwriting, but the revelation let her down, causing her to reevaluate her understanding of Sofia and the Endless Letter.
Even if it couldn’t be seen, the special way of confirming she wrote on behalf was indeed impressive.
Sif truly realized the gap between her and Sofia.
This ti her reply softened significantly.
"Understood, thank you."
Writing down these words almost like an apology, Sif exhaled, feeling sowhat lost.
She longed to face Sofia head-on in a one-on-one confrontation, rather than being timid like now.
The good news was she wasn’t without hope.
Upon inadvertently entering the world of Flower Sea from a dream, she initially thought it was rely a dream, but later discovered upon re-entering the empty Flower Sea was indeed real.
Everything in the Flower Sea was so real, and she could freely move in the dreamlike flowers.
Unlike a dream, it seed more like a real world connected through a dream.
She cherished this flower sea which could evoke past mories, for she found the severed and lost legs there, gaining a flawless form, and had the confidence to challenge Sofia.
Although possessing a trump card, Sif still harbored apprehension about Sofia.
She truly couldn’t understand how Sofia could discern everything.
She was very sure Sofia didn’t have Insight ability.
Her insight wasn’t magic or skills but an exclusive characteristic of uniqueness, a powerful ability innate to her existence.
As long as she lived, no second person in the world would have similar abilities.
Sif was three parts curious, but seven parts troubled.
Before figuring out Sofia’s observation thod, she had to keep a low profile for a while.
Negotiations had reached a basic frawork, next would be detailed andnts, Roland and Milones moved to a secluded spot for intense confrontation.
They ticulously haggled over every term of compensation.
The essence of diplomacy is the exchange and compromise of interests, speaking in business terms, Roland and Milones naturally wouldn’t mince words.
When Sif was anxious, Christine was expressionless, and Roland was intensely discussing with Milones, no one noticed a lady with a cold deanor sitting in a café across the square, quietly watching all that was happening on the square.
The café owner actively evacuated custors after the battle on the square began, everyone ran away except her, who they couldn’t persuade, unwilling to drive away a guest, the owner simply abandoned the café and left.
If you won’t leave, I’ll leave!
The owner’s logic was very clear, achieving reverse eviction without driving away custors.
Sofia rated the café owner highly, she discreetly placed two gold coins on the plate holding pastries as a tip, pleased she laid down the empty cup she had finished, and got up to leave.
There are many ways to solve problems, the real world isn’t a math problem, answers aren’t singular.
She observed Sif’s tension very clearly, could roughly guess what Sif was worried about.
A high-level observer often needs only the most simple and straightforward skills.
If the distance is too far to see clearly, then get a little closer.
At this distance, drinking coffee and enjoying the show is indeed a good pasti.
Sofia lazily pulled up her collar, walking towards another alley like an ordinary citizen, as if she had never appeared.
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