"Your place is not good, there are not many guests, there is no atmosphere at all, it is gloomy and miserable. If I hadn't seen the grave, I would have thought I had arrived at the cemetery..."

No matter which world you are in, reunion after a long separation is a pleasant thing.◎Of course, except for the narrow road of enemies. However, it is also worth mentioning that if there are differences in the reunion object, the effect will be completely different.

To put it simply, if the reunion is a man and a woman, the effect will be much more contradictory. You may be ecstatic and even hugging your head and crying, or you may be silent and forcefully laughing. But if the reunion is two men, it will be much simpler and pure, hugging each other, greeting each other, and then everything will be in the wine...

Knocked, carrying three glasses of wine and putting it on the table. Listening to Philip's lying, Tang En rolled his eyes in anger... Oh, by the way, it seems that the young owner was our Tang En's children's shoes. However, it seems that there is no need for this...

"If you don't speak, others can still think you are a mute. As soon as you speak, you will expose the essence of a turtle... Do you know what Qing is? Do you know what taste is? You turtle!"

"Ah, I'm a terrible guy? Are you sure you're talking about me?" Pointing at his nose, Philip laughed in anger, "I don't say that the anonymous paintings were sent to the capital auction house. They all start at 100,000 gold coins. I don't say that pianos, harps, most orchestral instruments, etc. I'll tell you something. The taverns I've seen are definitely more than houses in this town. How dare you show off in front of me?"

"Break the Qing Dynasty? Haha..." Tang En smiled and picked up the wine glass, "I'll give you another chance to avoid being slapped in the face. Take a closer look. Is this place broken or not!"

Philip was stunned when he heard this. Looking at Tang En, who looked calm and calm, he couldn't help but burst into tears and looked around the hall: "Look at it, it's a broken clean line, I want to scare me... Well, I admit that the design of your place is OK, it seems quite novel, you have to count it as a countertop. But that's it... The bonsai is a snow oak tree, and it's pretty good to build, but it's not worth a few dollars. The mural technique is good and can be viewed, but such painters are grabbing a lot of sculptures in the capital. The same is true for sculptures, and they are worthless..."

I have to say that although Philip's strength was terrible, he had lost all his grandfather's face. But in other aspects, especially in areas such as food, drink, and entertainment, it was absolutely unquestionable! After turning around, he looked around and commented almost all over the hall with just a few words.

However, when his eyes passed the frame hanging on the wall next to the door, he suddenly paused, squinted his eyes unconsciously, looking at the black dagger that looked more like a handicraft in the frame. He suddenly looked familiar, and then thought of something, and was shocked in an instant, "Wait...that dagger..."

Huo Ran turned his head to look at Tang En. The latter was still smiling calmly. He licked his lips. Philip's voice was a little dry, "Isn't this your hand... the legendary weapon that cut off the pope's head and cut the eldest prince's throat, Arthur's dagger... Do you dare to take out this thing? Just hanging it casually? Do you want to fight like this! No one in this broken town can tell the goods-"

Philip is going crazy...

No matter what thing it is, once a prefix like legend is attached, the value cannot be measured by money.

Of course, the reason why legends are legends is that they are all-purpose and unique. There are impossible to have many such things, and some of them are even only found in legends. It is a great blessing to see them at a glance. For example, the magic sword in the hands of the former sword god Wu Ding, which was a national weapon that guarded the empire for hundreds of years, was as stable as a mountain!

However, despite the harsh conditions, after the battle of the Temple General Association, when Tang En officially promoted to the world's number one assassin, the sword in his hand was made by the alchemist Lina, which was stained with the blood of an incumbent pope and a quasi-king king. Arthur's dagger undoubtedly became a recognized legendary dagger and a killing artifact, and was enthusiastically praised by countless people wandering in the shadows!

But even such a legendary weapon is now hung so dangled on the wall as a background board, mixed with the surrounding butterfly specimens, cheap amber, etc., and the pearls are covered with dust... Looking at Philip's almost distorted expression, Tang En spread his hands, "There's no way, you know, I can't use it now, and it's not easy to be a kitchen knife, so I have to let it hang it on the wall to make some heat."

Don't give it to me - this is the roar that Philip is roaring in his heart, but he really dares to say it out loud. It's not that he is afraid that Tang En will refuse, but that he really dares to. Think about it, if those assassins, thieves, mercenaries, etc. who wander in the shadows know that this killing weapon is in his hands, then he will be... Well, if you think too much, it is very likely that he will not have the next life...

"Is this a coward?" Perhaps because he saw his bad friend again a few years later, Tang En was in a obviously good mood. He rarely pointed to the back with a little sarcastic look, "Look at that side, it's on the counter."

Philip subconsciously turned his head to look at it, glanced several times, and finally found some clues in the corner of the counter.

It was a huge eyeball wrapped in a crystal ball, with bloodstains as thick as a spider web, which looked a bit terrifying. What's even more strange is that it was obviously a distance from the counter, so it shouldn't be clear. But now Philip looked at it, and he instantly met the dark pupils in the center of the eyeball. It was deep like a bottomless abyss, hidden in some unknown fear, which tempted people to stare at it unconsciously, tempted people to feel unconsciously throbbing, lonely, crazy... At this moment,

"Get back to your senses!" With a click, Tang En reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the stupid Philip's eyes. In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the wooden chair feet pulled out a sharp sound on the wooden floor, falling to the ground. Philip quickly stood up and retreated with a horror look on his face, pointing his finger to the counter, but his eyes were no longer afraid to look at it, "Disaster...Eye of Disaster?!"

OK, it's another legendary thing... "Huh, you actually know each other?" Tang En couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, then nodded and replied, "Yes, this is indeed the Eye of Disaster."

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." Philip's face was a little pale and his tone was incredible. "According to historical records, this thing should have been destroyed by the temple many years ago. How could it fall into your hands?"

Tang En shrugged easily: "Oh. This was borrowed from the Northern Temple a few years ago. There was a demon skull or something, but it exploded. Unfortunately... Otherwise, if we put it here together, the effect of hunting and watching the wonders would definitely be better."

"Evil, devil skull?" The corner of his mouth twitched, and then twitched again. It was a legendary evil thing... Philip was completely out of temper because he was numb.

Of course, you won't lose. Cough a few times and sit down on the wooden chair, "Ahem... Well, I'll take back the word "broken" and I admit that your place is indeed not ordinary. But from the actual effect, your Qingba is just an ordinary tavern, and there is no big difference between you and other people's."

"On? Are you sure?" Tang En raised his hand and pointed to the circular high platform open space in the center of the hall, and asked leisurely. "Have you ever seen an ordinary tavern that holds concerts or even sings operas on the spot?"

Philip was stunned when he heard this: "You mean... a bard?"

"It shouldn't be, or more precisely, not just!"

Mandel suddenly shook his head and took over the conversation. This was the first sentence he took the initiative to say since he came in. Such a dull performance naturally did not match his identity as a negotiating elite, but it was not unexpected when he thought about it carefully. Because the negotiating partner he faced this time was extraordinary!

To be honest, it is not a good idea to have such preconceived ideas. Negotiation is the most important thing, such a mentality of fear before fighting will naturally have a great impact on its performance. When Mandel came, he thought that he had made sufficient preparations and would not be shaken easily, but when the real thing came to an end and he saw that person with his own eyes, Mandel realized that he had not prepared enough and his mentality was a little unbalanced...

This is not embarrassing. Yes, if anyone sat here, he knew that the person who was drinking and talking to him had resisted the sword god but failed to die. He wiped the throat prince in front of the hall and assassinated the pope's head. He once destroyed the south of the Temple of Light with his own strength and the two general clubs in the north. Wherever he went, he caused bloody storms and corpses everywhere. Once and even now, there were several recognized people who wandered in the shadows... The stabbing! Guest! King! I don't think he would be calm, and he didn't feel scared to pee his pants even if he had good psychological quality...

However, after all, he has a heavy responsibility, so it is not natural that Mandel is willing to retreat without fighting. Of course, what is more important is that after he observed it, he found that the king of assassin seemed not as terrifying as the legend...

Medium figure, mediocre temperament, a public face that is buried in the honor and disgrace of the world, looks harmless. And just under his nose, the other party was actually charged with protection fees by a gang gangster... Well, if it weren't for believing that Philip wouldn't, there was no need to joke on it. And then he himself saw the legendary dagger. Mandel would really think that the two people in front of him were acting together to tease him...

Taking a breath, the observation of the gains undoubtedly stabilized Mandel's confidence and did not hesitate and interrupted decisively.

"Let's clear..." After carefully looking at the stage open space with a grand shape, Mandel spoke tentatively, "It's a high-end tavern that creatively combines some musical instrument performances and opera house effects? This allows guests to enjoy the double feast of visual and auditory while tasting delicious wine and delicacies... I wonder if I guess right?"

"Haha, listen, Philip, you rustle, this is what you call a good person!" Huanchang laughed, Tang En attacked Philip ruthlessly without any mercy, then turned to look at Mandel politely nodded, "By the way, who is this?"

"Marteur Mandel is also the general leader of the negotiations between the Empire and your Gray Clothes Army." Although Philip is restless now, he brought the people after all, so he certainly wants to introduce them.

He nodded with a reserved look, "Mandel, when you meet for the first time, you can call me Mandel. When you set off, your Majesty once repeatedly asked me to bring my thanks that I had come to the end three years ago."

After a moment of pause, Mandel took a deep breath, stood up seriously, and gave a great gift of 90 degrees of bowing waist, "Thank you, Lord Tang En!"

"Your Majesty? Oh, it's the second prince." A little stunned, Tang En suddenly reacted and waved his hand without caring. "Sir Mandel, you don't have to be polite. To be honest, I just did it in a hurry at that time. I just hope... Well, the second prince won't blame me for killing his brother." Look, why is the gap between being a human being so big? Killing my brother, now my brother is here to express his gratitude. It's not like the silly girl with big breasts and brainlessness, she wants to stab me with one mind...

After sighing a little, he turned to look at Philip. "By the way. You just said negotiations. What negotiations? Imperial and the Gray Clothes Army?" Seeing Philip looked away from his eyes awkwardly and nodded depressedly, Tang En couldn't help laughing, "Haha, it's not that I said you Philip, are you still addicted to being an intermediary? Look at you this time and again."

"Stop, do you think I'm willing?"

"His Excellency Done misunderstood, Philip was just on order."

"Okay. Then let's not talk about him for now." Tang En waved his hand without any worries, then looked at Mandel, who looked up and straightened his waist, and had obviously entered the negotiation state of negotiating. He shook his head lightly, "Although I'm a little sorry, I have to regret to tell the Jazz that you may have been in vain this time. I am just a small shop owner now, and I am also a dead person. So I don't know anything about the Grey Army and can't provide you with any help."

The rejection was very straightforward and thorough. However, Mandel's expression was not moved when he heard this. He still calmly said: "It is of course your choice to ask whether to provide help, and we have no intention of interfering. But please see if we are coming from afar. Even if it is just a guest, it is too much to delay your glass of wine, right?"

As the saying goes, if you don’t hit someone with a smile, the other party is so sincere, so Tang En is naturally not good at being inhumane, and spreads his hands casually: "It’s really not too much... OK, you say, I’ll listen."

"Thank you!" Mandel nodded with a smile and said, "This is the thing. You should know that our empire is going to war with the Northern Wilderness Tribes on the Renault River. This protracted war has been fought for a long time. The soldiers of the Empire are suffering tragic casualties and are seriously damaged. Now they are almost at the end of their lives and are in danger..."

"Sorry, I'll interrupt." Tang En raised his glass and looked at Mandel with a smile, "You are so pitiful. You don't want to invite the gray-clothed army to join the war and help you resist the Northern Wilderness Tribe together, right? Tsk, if that's the case, then all I can do is to invite you to have a drink, Jazz."

"Your Excellency has misunderstood, we have never expected this." This is of course a lie. The highest purpose of Mandel's negotiations this time must be to pull the gray-clothed army out of the battle to relieve the pressure on the empire. However, when he learned about the relationship between Tang En and Lansha outside the town, he knew that this was definitely unsuccessful...

He spread his hands and confessed, "The purpose we want to achieve is just to hope that you can set up a cordon on the north bank of the Renault River, watch your territory, and prevent some criminals who escaped from the Empire from entering and leaving at will. After all, this is not good for your stability under your rule. Of course, if you are willing to repatriate these criminals, the Empire will be willing to pay a lot of rewards for this."

"Oh, I understand." Tang En smiled casually when he heard this, "Is this the snare of the strong men so fiercely that hatred has come out?"

That's the case, the criminals of the Empire, considering the stability of their rule, etc., are just an excuse to say. The truth should be that this protracted war caused heavy casualties in the Imperial Team, resulting in the lack of available soldiers in the empire, and they could only attack the ordinary people. It is obvious that no one is a fool, and no one is willing to be cannon fodder on the current line, so on the current Renault River waterfront, there should be one life and death escape after another...

The Bran Empire naturally did not want to see this scene, because every time a person escaped, it would be equivalent to reducing the national strength. However, due to the fierce battle with the Northern Wilderness tribes, the Empire could not be distracted, so they could only hope to negotiate with the Gray-Clothed Army to allow the other party to implement a blockade and fundamentally solve the problem.

After his expression changed, Mandel said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Tang En, you have been thinking too much. You must know that this move is also for your own sake..."

He waved his hand and interrupted, "Sir Mandel doesn't need to explain. Actually, I'm not interested no matter what the truth is... Well, let's do it." Tang En pondered for a while and said, "You came here from afar this time. The reason why you came to me first instead of going to the capital city's Dawn City should be because you were worried that you would not see the head of the head. I can write you an introduction letter. You should take it to Dawn City and you should meet Joshia or a senior executive of a gray-clothed army. You can talk about the future matters yourself, will it be fine if you can succeed? "

Mandel was overjoyed when he heard this. In fact, this was the purpose of their visit this time. He bowed to thank him: "Of course, no matter whether this time is successful, I would like to thank you on behalf of the Bran Empire for your help!"

"No need to thank me." Waving his hand again, Don Eun pointed at Philip, who was drinking because he was not interested in participating in the negotiations. "I just gave him face so that he would not have a waste of time."

Mandel was stunned, then nodded lightly to understand, saluting again: "This trip is quite rushing. You and Sir Philip rarely meet and reminisce about the past, so I won't disturb you here." After saying that, he nodded to Philip, and simply turned around and walked out of the Qing Dynasty.

When his figure disappeared into the car at the door, Tang En shook his head: "It's a pity."

Philip raised his eyebrows: "You mean he is destined to be successful in this negotiation?"

Tang En spread his hands: "It's not obvious that this is the case. The wall is down and everyone pushes it. If you can't win on the battlefield, where can you get the confidence at the negotiating table? The second prince is also a smart person. I guess he will send him here this time just to try it, and he has no hope... Well, from another perspective, it seems that the second prince has no choice. If you die, you will be able to kill him. The Bran Empire will eventually be unable to escape the fate of destroying it."

"Sure enough, you, the outsider, can see clearly..." After a moment of silence, Philip shook his head and then took a deep breath, "Okay, my task is completed anyway, let's talk about some serious matters next... Well, where is my goddaughter? Why don't my godfather come here and not let him meet? Fortunately, I brought gifts..."

Before he finished speaking, a harsh voice suddenly came from the door, "Whose store is this? Where is your boss, hurry up and ask him to pay the protection fee...what? Who are we? Have you heard of Heihu help you--"
Chapter completed!