Seeing Captain Death Knight's skills as ghostly as his enemy, he was cold and said to himself, "What a powerful figure." On the other side, Joan of Arc, who had been fully armored in the Norman army, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and brought the hilt of the white flash sword, and then took a few steps back without saying a word, and returned to the original place. It turned out that he had just seen Egil in danger, but Joan of Arc didn't even think about it and wanted to go forward directly, but unfortunately the mount under his crotch was not as strange as the Death Knight. He was slowing down several steps. It was meaningless to move forward again at this time. His identity was very embarrassing, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc was a little worried about gains and losses. After sighing a few words, he looked at the back of Egil who was excited in front of him, and couldn't help but become obsessed.

"This matter is indeed because I am not strict in discipline. I will definitely be punished after I go back." Basil II was silent for a moment, and then said this. However, he took the wrong one over.

"Hmph. Isn't it all your words to punish me or not?" Egil snorted coldly, but he couldn't believe Basil II. The scene was cold again. Dulusus had a broken arm and had been quickly sent away. He was bandaged and was about to be sent back to the camp after a little bandage. Just looking at this guy looking at Egil with a resentful look on his face, and the Captain of the Death Knight beside him, you know that this guy hated Egil. It was just that the situation was that the probability of the loser's success in revenge was not high, basically less than or equal to zero...

At this time, Basil II also knew that if he continued to argue, he would probably not be Egil's opponent. Seeing Egil's young and heroic attitude, he immediately became loving talent. He sighed in secret that he should be like this. Unfortunately, he was very blessed. In addition to the daughter at the beginning, although he had two more sons, he died one after another. When his daughter grew to six years old, he didn't know what strange disease he had. Although he had countless daughters, he could not give birth to one or two daughters again... Thinking of this, Basil II inexplicably became a little disgusted with his eldest daughter. But when he looked at Egil, he didn't know why, and he became more and more pleasing to him.

"Even if that's the case, so what? God prefers the strong! And Rome has always been the strongest! We come and we see that we conquer everything! This itself is the most correct truth!"

So seeing that Egil could not argue, Basil began to act like a gangster and spoke out robber logic like the survival of the jungle.

Egil sneered without saying a word.

"Roman's army was the best in the world, Rome's politics and laws were the best in the world, Rome's territory, Rome's wealth was the best in the world - what if even ten barbarian countries were united? What if even one hundred barbarian countries were united?! Rome is invincible! From the beginning to the end, from the day when Rome appeared, Rome was invincible!!! Even if there were a little small setbacks and a little small failures - the final victory belonged to, and it must belong to Rome!"

After saying this, Basil II's tone was lowered, and his tone was filled with youhuo: "Then, you should know that the inheritance system of the Roman emperor has been an adopted son inheritance system for a long time... and speaking of it, I only have one daughter. So here, I will ask you a question. Norman, King Egil, are you married?"

After Basil II asked such a question, the diplomat Foster was stunned and turned around and looked at his lord. Indeed, it seemed as glorious as an angel. But... isn't this a little bit too much?

"Translation?" Egil saw that the diplomat who was the translator beside him was not speaking, so he hurriedly urged. At this time, the Italian side, who was also proficient in Greek, became stranger.

"That, that's it."

Originally, Foster's translator was shouting with all his might, and he would be able to shout as loudly as he could. But he didn't dare to shout it out at this moment. Otherwise, if he went back, he wouldn't know how his lord would conquer him. So Foster lowered his voice and said in a voice that Egil could only hear by himself: "That's right, lord..."

This made it difficult for other people who wanted to listen to this. The three princes from France did not work with the Greeks like the Italians. So they could understand a little bit of Latin that they had learned systematically, except for their own language.

"Oh?!" Egil was also a little surprised. He really didn't expect the other party to say such words. On the other side, Basil II smiled proudly when he saw Egil's surprised god. He didn't know what the idea was.

"Yu seems to have not introduced Yu's wife to His Majesty." Egil thought to himself: It's better to resolve this matter soon. He hesitate a little, so when the matter reaches Artoria's ears, it will be difficult to deal with...

Therefore, Egil completely ignored it. Basil on the other side obviously wanted to say something. He continued to say this in a very quick tone: "Yu's wife is the queen of three countries, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, and the eldest daughter of Brittany. She was the hero of the female who created the Kingdom of Northwest Britain with one hand! She is the well-deserved and the only queen of the Norman Kingdom! My most trusted assistant, the most capable adjutant, and the woman I love the most! Artoria is more important than the sum of all things in the world. So, it goes without saying that a Roman Empire, even ten people are not as important as her coming."

"So that's it." Basil II sighed inwardly, thinking: I just say it casually, and you just listen to it casually. Who would like to know your little trouble... It's really... But it's a pity that I'm already married...

"Oh? Then, where is the lady who makes you so mi? Why didn't she come out to meet?" Basil II continued.

"She is on another battlefield," Egil replied, "In Eastern Europe, on the Bolan Plain, he also commanded a hundred thousand troops to fight against another country that believes in heresy, Moscow."

"Oh? Can she command a 100,000 army?" Basil II just asked casually before, but he didn't expect Egil to answer like this. He became interested in it all at once.

"That's right." Egil nodded: "It's an army of 100,000."

"You seem to be very confident in her."

"I believe in her, just as I believe in myself."

"So, let's forget about this matter. It seems that you do have a very good wife. I wish her luck to survive this war. Of course, the same goes for you."

"There is no need to worry about this. I'd better care about you, Your Majesty."

Basil II and Egil talked for so long, but they were involved in the relationship between the two sides, but there was no mention of the right idea. Seeing that Egil had gained the upper hand little by little, Basil II asked directly: "So, what do you want to do to give up such stupid idea of ​​being hostile to the Roman Empire?" Basil II continued: "Although defeating your ridiculous coalition is just a simple thing. But I am a kind person. And in recent times, enough blood has been shed between Christians. So, if the conditions are right, I am willing to listen to your humble and pitiful requests."

"There is a complete withdrawal from Hungary and ceding all southern Italian territory. Iberia re-divides the border with the actual control areas between the two sides. At the same time, it compensates continental countries with 10 million gold coins. The two sides have been on standstill for ten years."

Egil was not polite at all. Basil was direct, he was even more direct. He directly told me the way to initially weaken the Eastern Roman Empire that he had already thought about.

"I sincerely negotiate with you, but you have to express such unrealistic conditions. It seems that you are the ones who really don't want to negotiate." Basil II shook his head and said this.

"That's how it is." Egil chuckled and said in a shocking voice: "The land that can be obtained without being contaminated with the blood of the warriors cannot feel at ease in any case. Isn't it? So, it's better to fight a real battle and divide it up. Then the land you captured will be taken into your hands, which will be confirmed."

"That's true." Basil II laughed: "Since that's the case, what are we still wasting our time here?! Return to the camp! I will see life and death in fifteen days! Then the winner takes everything, including the loser's life!"

After saying that, Basil II turned around and rode his horse, and ran towards his camp with the thousand armored paladins. He never looked back.

"It's interesting." Seeing that Basil II was so powerful that it was better than any king he had seen. Egil secretly exclaimed in his heart. Looking at the left and right, the rest of the people looked emotional. What they thought in their hearts might not be much different from that of themselves.

"It's a hurry... for a while. Let's go back too." Egil snorted lightly, then lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Is the loser's life... Indeed, this battle is unusual. If you are not lucky, you may even lose your life."

After that, the coalition soldiers also turned around and left, returning to the camp to prepare to go. The grassland that was still noisy before suddenly had no sound, and in a solemn atmosphere, even birds and beasts who had not yet enlightened their minds were unwilling to get close.

The negotiation failed. It was a very normal failure. The nobles of the palace would not believe in the so-called faith and morality. What they believed was nothing more than the long sword in their hands and the armored dead soldiers who swore allegiance behind them.
Chapter completed!