The cold and bleak autumn wind, the white and gray sky. The square lattice buildings, the complex streets, the people like ants move in the morning mist, and sometimes there are galloping horses playing happily on the wide and deserted streets... All kinds of things, bustling and deserted, and they can be put together to become this vivid and fragrant world.

This is a world that seems to be a whole, but is actually divided into many parallel spaces. The creatures of each class are cautious in their own living habits, stingy or afraid to step into another field. In the sight of the nobles, there is no hardship or suffering of the poor. When the poor look up, they cannot experience the comfort and luxury of the nobles...

Resentment, curiosity, expectation... Time passes, and will eventually become indifferent. Few people will continue to pay attention to something that cannot involve themselves, so the battles on the front line, the stalemate of the 100,000 mountains, etc., in the end they become the topic of chatting after dinner.

Of course, there are always some people who are closely related, silently pushing things in places that cannot be seen by the public... Just like this negotiation in Shanxi City, it is destined to be shameless, but it also exists. Especially after the recent clearance of obstacles, the process has become faster and faster.

To be honest, the subsequent things have little to do with Tang En. It’s not that they don’t want to help, but that they have limited functions. People are more likely to know themselves. Tang En is very clear about his abilities. All he can provide is just some scattered things in the world. It is undeniable that this is also very important, but it is really not something he can do to transform it into actual actions and ultimately form a result.

Especially after the incident of Alex, Simpson and other traditional nobles were completely silent. They could not control the secret negotiations. The open negotiations could not raise any fighting spirit. In the end, they would push them if possible. Instead, they frequently participated in invitations and gatherings of the nobles in the city. In this way, Tang En had no room for his demographic damage and became more leisurely.

The early negotiations were mainly about the discussion of conditions for Joshia. There were many successes. Although some conditions had changed in form, Joshia and the others naturally would not mind. They only care about the actual effect. Of course, there were also things that could not be discussed. They could only put them aside for the time being. For these, Luosha had also explained them in the letter before, so Joshia and the others did not force them.

Overall, Ronald and others made many concessions in the negotiations. Although the statement used was to reflect the sincerity of this side, Joshia and the others naturally did not believe it and were speculating on the other party's intentions... Finally, a week later, the two sides had already discussed the conditions, and Ronald finally expressed their intentions through Philip's mouth...

The gray-clothed army must hand over, or most of the army will be dissolved on the spot. This side will give three parliamentary votes.

A stone caused a thousand waves! Joshia's secret agency, except Enoch, was a member of the senior management. The people of Diff, who were all from poor people, may not have any lofty vision, but they are also very clear that the current status of the Gray-Clothed Army, including this negotiation, was shot by the Gray-Clothed Army soldiers. In this way, they naturally had no objection to this condition without thinking about it, and even cursed.

Joshia also knew this very well, so although there was the temptation of parliamentary votes, he still refused and the negotiations were deadlocked.

Anyone with some judgment ability knows that this deadlock is basically impossible to be broken. Not to mention anything else, but just a matter of trust is enough to put both sides in a dead cycle.

Ronald's side has a reason to speak out in public. Since your Gray Clothes Army has achieved its purpose, what should we do to retain the army? The Gray Clothes Army is very wary of the nobles, worried that once the army is handed over, the previous negotiation conditions will be immeasurable? Will Bran even kill them in turn?

This is a pure impression and an opposition to the impression, and there is no room for reason. The two sides almost had to argue about it when they met. Of course, no one could convince anyone in the end. They just wasted their saliva and did not make any progress in negotiations.

...

"I'm so proud of me... Your problem is obviously making things difficult for me."

"Tang, you can't do anything?"

"Tsk, this is not a problem at all... If you want to ask a way to refute the other party, it is simple. I can use some confusing means to make the old nobles speechless at the negotiating table, and even think what we are saying makes sense. But this is useless for the negotiation result. After you get off the negotiating table, the other party can still deny it if you wake up..."

At dusk, the contact point was the courtyard behind the house, with yellow leaves all over the ground. Under the wall on the leeward side, Tang En and Joshia sat on two stone piers.

Looking at Joshia with a slightly stunned expression, Tang En shook his head and spread his hands: "If all you want to know is the opinion, I can say a little... In the final analysis, the important thing about war is to seek political achievements, not military success. The leader of Losha is a wise man. She tried her best to promote this negotiation and understood this truth. From this perspective, what Ronald and the others said is not wrong... Well, to put it off topic, Philip is not wrong. He is just a transmitter. If you ask Diff and the others to stop scolding him... Wherever he said, oh, the gray-clothed army can achieve its long-cherished wish and purpose in one fell swoop, and can also have three parliamentary votes, participate in the regime, and better seek benefits for the civilians..."

"So... do you mean to agree to the other party?" Joshia pondered for a while, and said, "But will they refuse to admit it afterwards..."

"Not that, you haven't understood what I mean yet. Well, wait until I finish..." After waved his hand, Tang En interrupted Joshia, "I'm just analyzing the current situation for you, which is a different angle... As you said just now, you doubt the credibility of the other party. This is a matter of position, and it's difficult to make fundamental changes."

He paused and swept away the fallen leaves on his body, "If you want peace, or otherwise, you must prepare for war. The Gray-Clothed Army and Bran have fought for so many years, and many people died in it, brothers, husbands, fathers and sons... Of course, the other party is the same. The resentment is too great, and it is basically impossible to calm down. The Gray-Clothed Army's purpose has not changed, but at this time, many things are no longer allowed... The Leader of Luosha can promote negotiations. It is already suppressing personal prestige. Let the Gray-Clothed Army give up the army. The Leader of Luosha will collapse directly, Well, she will not do this..."

The voice gradually faded, and the setting sun on the west side struggled to throw the last few rays of light into the courtyard, and a thick and colorful stroke fell on the slightly yellow leaves all over the ground, splendid and tragic.

After digesting these words for a moment, Joshia looked a little confused: "Your opinion. It's okay to agree, and it's okay not to agree..."

Tang En nodded and sighed: "This is a dilemma, there is only choice... Perhaps, the ambition of the gray-clothed army is not great enough. If you persist, you don't have to rely on Bran, but build an empire by yourself... Haha, the latter sentence is just my random imagination, and it has no practical significance. The possibility of success on that road is almost zero..."

Turning his head to look at Joshia who was still confused. Tang En reached out and waved in front of him: "Don't think about it, after all. No matter whether there is a solution or not, it is not something you and I can decide... Well, wait first, you will finish the next conditions in the past few days, and then ignore that. Ronald and the others must have considered this situation. He is more anxious than us. In the end, it is probably the matter between Chief Losha and His Highness Bran."

After coming back to his senses, Joshia nodded gently: "That's all."

...

...

Well, let's take our sight from this deadlock for the time being and extend it to the northwest...

Thousands of miles away, in an unknown small town, the struggling sunset finally ended, completely converging its light and buried it under the horizontal line. The darkness fell, suddenly,

boom……

A huge explosion suddenly sounded in an inconspicuous house in a remote street, the ground trembled, the air waves rolled, the walls, doors, windows, tiles, etc. were swept away, and the place was almost directly razed to the ground.

Bang, the explosion stopped, and a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the gravel and rotten wood, spraying two mouthfuls of blood mist, a little embarrassed, but the figure that fell to the ground was extremely agile, but in an instant, he rushed through the ruins all over the ground and entered the complicated alleyways around.

He seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here. His figure was turning around in the alley, like a fish swimming in the water, very flexible. But even so, he still did not stop and was still running wildly like running for life.

Although he could not see his face, he could feel his fear and looked back from time to time, as if some prehistoric beast was chasing him.

After a moment, the figure squatted down in the shadow of a wall, silently. It should be said that his hiding skills are pretty good. Even if someone passes by, he may not be able to find someone hiding here.

A few minutes later, there was no sound around, and suddenly, "Huff...Huff..." A big breath came from the shadow, mixed with the sound of barely swallowing saliva. It seemed that there was still some concern, and the movement lasted for more than ten seconds. The black shadow stood up holding the wall, shook his head, and turned around the corner...

"Uh..." The black shadow suddenly shook, and the legs and feet that stepped out hung in the air, like a figure sculpture.

The entrance of the alley is a street with no light nearby, but you can still see a long-haired figure standing quietly in front of you, as if you have been waiting for a long time.

Bang, the black shadow's body was trembling, leaning against the cold wall slowly slid down, without any intention of escaping.

"Don't run away?" In a calm tone, the long-haired figure walked slowly.

"I, I, no, no..." The black shadow stuttered as if he wanted to defend something, but finally lowered his head and gave up, and said wailingly, "I have no choice, Commander Yamo, I have no choice... I don't want to betray you either, but the Temple of Light..."

"I'm not interested in these things." The long-haired black shadow approached, interrupted the other party, leaned over and looked straight into the black shadow's eyes, "Do you understand what I want to know, right?"

The black shadow subconsciously avoided the other person's sight and nodded tremblingly.

"very good."

...

After a while, the long-haired figure lowered his head and walked out of the entrance of the alley, as if thinking about something. After walking for a while, he finally stopped outside the coverage of a illuminated crystal column. He looked up and his silver hair was dazzling. "A middle-aged man with a cold face... Shanxi City... Powells..."

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