The arms of the black-haired girls, which they had been waving with effort, stiffened and then slowly lowered.
They turned back, looking at the undead commander with an unusually grim expression.
"If you have nothing else, should we head straight to Snowfall Island?
The sooner we finish this, the better! The longer it drags on, won’t more people want to compete with you for things?
Or do you just want to have a fight with the Anmur behind the vampire Duchess?
Well... um...
A national war isn’t a big deal for us.
However, the price will be different!
Especially considering to what extent you wish to fight—retaliation or destruction of a nation—there certainly needs to be a price list.
We can guarantee, with the strategic prowess that Shaer recognizes and the rhetorical ability that Lansendel acknowledges:
We absolutely won’t let the bla for instigating the war fall on you or us!
But if it is to help you that the war is triggered, we won’t fight under the na of Agleya!
Surely, nobles like you understand the aning of rcenaries?
We are rely supporters... if Anmur insists on having soone to bla, it should be Quel Senta!
Whoever started it takes responsibility, or are you planning to give the treasure to our Teraxil Elves?
If not... then... could you bother to give a definitive answer?
If it’s just Snowfall Island, we will head out directly and return quickly.
If it’s Anmur..."
He turned back and snapped his fingers, and soone quickly handed him a well-crafted parchnt. "This is our war-related hiring price, please make up the difference!"
At the start, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ didn’t think these girls wanted to make the journey so slow and complicated, actually thinking they wanted to throw off the surely following Manks.
But if it was to find followers... it wasn’t worth such a fuss.
Why did he have to make it the next day for a journey that could be completed in half a day?
Even if he had to reach Snowfall Island by midnight, he certainly wouldn’t directly attack at night... going to pick a fight with vampires at night, since when was Snow Old Dog so brave?
Arms crossed, after a swift gaze with the most ungracious tone, seeing those won’s faces turn livid, Snow Old Dog felt a bit gratified inside.
’Snow Cloud Peak’ thought he was being too polite to these Quel Senta female mages... they took his civility as a blessing!
They should be shown just how the Undead Tribe collaborates with outsiders... damn it, he sowhat missed the Road Eunuch!
Such idle trouble-seeking won should experience what the Grand Eunuch’s sarcastic tone is like!
Upon realizing that the whole headache of planning the speed of the journey around the island, reaching Snowfall Island at midnight, how to avoid being ambushed, and if he should arrive before midnight to make good use of the oil painting’s cooldown, all stemd from trivial and ridiculous reasons, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ beca thoroughly enraged!
Sigh! Cooperating with Edna was too pleasant, he forgot that Toril people, especially those from noble backgrounds, weren’t all like Edna who easily understood hints and were highly cooperative!
No, he should have said that people like Edna were the rare variety.
Most people are probably like these won before him... although not bad people, they have too many sly thoughts, relying on them while performing so self-comforting but useless maneuvers... working with them just makes one feel irritated.
Do they really believe their insight is so keen, able to discern the good and evil in human nature?
Even deities aren’t capable of that, who do they think they are?
Mystra still trusted Kelben! Safras is still her aide!
These days, who dares to claim their eyes are sharp, neither nearsighted nor presbyopic!
Do they believe that once the Undead Tribe suppresses the half-giants, they will just learn to work diligently after the mission ends and the Undead Tribe leaves?
Cyric once suppressed Midnight and Kranvo! What was the ultimate result?
The annihilation of both never taught these Toril people a lesson... once character is lost, it cannot be cultivated anew!
Tsk!
Fools are indeed incurable.
’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked coldly at the won gathered, slightly panicked, discussing at the bow of the ship... the next ti Celene issues such a task, unless the price doubles, he won’t take it!
Truly blinded by money... he should have anticipated that any task more financially rewarding than Hill’s was bound to be costly.
The Quel Senta female mages didn’t give up, they huddled to discuss for a while, then took off their gold armlets and put on differently styled blue hats, even removed their robes, revealing the red gauze dresses beneath.
Rouge Mark seems to have gained so status during this ti.
At the beginning, they had to argue for a long ti before deciding the winner, and then let soone represent them, but now, Rouge Mark has beco their spokesperson after reaching a conclusion.
She walked over leisurely, showcasing an alluring smile to "Snow Cloud Peak"... The rouge mole above her lip left a lasting impression.
"Sorry, leader of the Teraxil Elves..."
"Just call ’Snow Cloud Peak,’ or refer to as Commander. We Teraxil Elves do not have privileged classes... Miss Noble."
"Ah... Sorry, our Quel Senta are not very familiar with elves from the external world. Then, Mr. Commander, is this... acceptable?" She gently raised her tone at the end, slightly elongating the final note.
The voice, naturally soft and a bit raspy, at that mont resembled a small brush gently sweeping past everyone’s ears.
"Snow Cloud Peak" frowned: "Can we get to the business directly?
We have just one rule here: either pay or move on!
Judging by your deanor, it doesn’t look like you’re here to move on!
Did you see the price list? Which tier are you planning to take?"
He glared impressively at Rouge Mark, who looked at him with a baffled face: "Trying to skip the bill is absolutely impossible!"
Flas of anger nearly burst from Rouge Mark’s eyes, she said word by word: "Rest assured! If the treasure of Snowfall Island really lures out the Anmur Navy! As long as! Bla! Is! Shifted to them!
We will pay according to the highest standards of national war!"
"Snow Cloud Peak" stretched his hand to his back, and the Undead Tribe mber quickly slapped a docunt into his palm: "Oral promises are worthless!
This is a supplental agreent we drafted! Each of you must sign or fingerprint it!"
Rouge Mark grabbed the docunt, rolled her eyes at "Snow Cloud Peak," then leisurely danced back among her partners, speaking sternly amidst inexplicable laughter: "What’s so funny? Wouldn’t you do the sa!
Hurry and sign if there are no issues!"
The Quel Senta girls giggled and signed their nas under "Snow Cloud Peak’s" madman gaze... They certainly wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity to find a few guards who could stand in front of them!
The faction has slight issues; Northerners and half-giants afraid to face the Undead Tribe have no way out, but aren’t there still the Goddess of the Earth’s followers, the Frolock people?
Initially, they didn’t want to involve the Shantia’s followers, including those Druids, but if there are no other options, these Frolock people still hold value.
At least when dealing with Snowfall Island, Queen Alicia’s nationals will surely be willing to eliminate the invading Anmur vampires for Kowel.
If they rush to the front, what excuses would Anmur have?
Because our vampires appeared in your territories and were treated as enemies and killed, so we demand national revenge?
Hehe.
If it were 100 years ago in the fragnted Kowel, such a thing might have happened.
But now the Moonshadow Archipelago outwardly remains a complete nation, Mother Earth has returned to mainstream belief... Even if they’re greedy, the neighbors next door only have the ability to secretly harass.
However, this way, their treasure must be revealed and shared with that Queen... They absolutely do not doubt that Queen, who had the courage to behead her fallen sister during her youth and ruled Moonshadow Archipelago for 100 years, would be kind enough not to send eavesdroppers among them.
But this is sothing they must do.
The Undead Tribe is indeed powerful, but the Quel Senta ladies are aware that these Teraxil Elves, cannot do everything for them, especially when they start to kill each other.
And they don’t think, their future path is this bright... Standing at the ship’s bow, they shared beautiful but knowing smiles with nearby partners... Mystra, there can only be one, right?
Even if they don’t think they are necessarily the winners, if given a chance, who wouldn’t want to beco the powerful Goddess of Magic?
They certainly won’t be like the Lady Midnight, sacrificing life for so-called dignity!
"Ah! Did she just use several of Shuni’s charm-enhancing spells?" Celene tilted her head and asked.
"Who are you asking?" Shaer asked coldly, "I never care for things without lethal power."
Lansendel’s bird-like face showed so curiosity: "I know she’s using magic, but what exactly, I can’t tell."
Hill softly pressed his forehead... At this mont, his photographic mory was a bit... Anyway, he recognized them all.
However, he definitely didn’t plan to explain to Celene in detail, instead, he just took out a bowl of mango cream ice cream and quietly began eating.
"Eh?" Lansendel asked curiously, "This is different from the frozen dessert last ti?"
"Do you want one?"
"Yes!"
Hill felt the curious gazes from the other two sides, happily floated over three servings... The topic of Shuni’s pink book could co to an end.
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