"Chief of Staff." Neilmar leaned over to Amy and whispered, "They are coming to surrender."

"surrender."

Amy repeated the word. Her spirit relaxed in an instant, and she seemed a little lost. Her body also lost strength, and her head swayed left and right as Fenriel's steps.

"What's wrong, Chief of Staff?" asked Estrard, "The enemy has surrendered, why do you look like we lost, and you're not happy at all?"

"I knew we could win, so I just got what we should get. But..."

She closed her eyes, raised her head, and fell into deep thoughts under the night sky.

"Nermar, Ulf, Estrard, how did I do this time?"

Neilmar quickly replied: "It's great? Especially when he deliberately arranged a time to rest for the other side to see, the other side was indeed deceived and took advantage of this time to attack the night!"

“Has many innocent people been killed or injured?”

"No!" said Ulf, "I smashed the city walls and the fire was released. I think it's thanks to the Chief of Staff, you have to follow our plan and go in and kill randomly, and you will soon become the public enemy of Aztland."

"But I don't understand one thing," said Estrard. "We can clearly build a trencher and push it under the walls, why do we risk making it in front of them?"

Neilmar immediately said: "Estrard, why can't you even understand this? Of course it's because of the time difference. We can't keep blocking all the news. If the trencher is in a state of war, we have to bear more than ten days of risk. The Chief of Staff has been avoiding the escalation of the incident."

"Will that... cause the incident to escalate?"

Amy's question made the three staff members ponder for a while.

"The opposite side surrendered, and not many people died, probably not? But it's hard to say that, after all, there were still some casualties and injuries, and there were losses in the city walls and buildings... If someone deliberately interfered, we would easily be regarded as bandits by Aztland."

"So what?" Estrard glared, "Whoever wants to be beaten will be beaten!"

"It seems that the incident is not over yet." Amy cheered up and sat upright. "War is a continuation of diplomacy. What we have done in the past few days is just opening up the diplomatic path. How much results can be achieved depends on the subsequent negotiations."

Two hundred cocoa beans, which is the amount Amy paid higher than the normal purchase price. The city-state people put it in a box. Amy counted the number and found that there were fifty more. She raised the box with a cold face and asked, "Are these fifty pieces you compensated me for the past few days?"

"No." The city-state replied with a smile, "How much does the third loss cost? The elders can't say it's good. They are waiting for you to negotiate in the city. These fifty pieces were collected by the merchants who purchased the goods for yours, and they are considered to apologize to you."

Amy stared at the smile that was squeezed out, and didn't say much, but just handed the box to the guards beside her for a while, and rode Fenriel into the city-state.

Normal goods that replace inferior goods were placed in boxes on the side of the road. As soon as Amy entered the city, she saw these goods.

"What we sold were inferior products, and now were normal goods?" Amy asked.

"Of course." The city-state replied, "The elder specifically reminded those merchants that they must bring out the best goods!"

"You know, I don't know the quality of these goods." Amy glanced at the city-state and turned around to search for Ulf. "Is the intercepted caravan still there?"

"Most of them have already taken a detour, and there are only two that are still there."

"Pull one and check this batch of goods."

The leader of the caravan was pulled over. Ulf explained his purpose and stuffed a cocoa bean into his hand. So the leader cheered up and inspected the goods one by one.

"Most of the quality is normal." The leader of the caravan reported, "It's just that there are a few boxes, you see, this box, this box, and this box... are still inferior products."

Amy stared at the people in the city and could see that they were already sweating profusely.

Amy didn't say anything, and continued walking forward and came to the negotiating table prepared by the city-state.

She swept around the people present. The elders were injured because of the previous fight, which looked quite funny. They saw that Amy's expressions were different, including worship, fear... and of course, hatred.

"This...a distinguished guest," an elder cleared his throat, "we have compensated for your first two requests, are you satisfied?"

Amy shook her head coldly.

"No, totally dissatisfied."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. If it weren't for someone's suppression, the elders who had been hostile to Amy since the moment they had almost rushed out.

"First of all, the loss I bought was 200 cocoa beans, why did I get 250?"

Amy glanced at everyone present with a stern look.

"I've been saying from beginning to end that we are doing business seriously. You still think we are robbers, don't you?"

As soon as Amy said this, some people looked panicked, some people were thinking, and naturally, some people were whispering in a low voice.

Amy counted the fifty cocoa beans out of the box one by one and placed them on the negotiating table.

"I heard that these cocoa beans were made up by the merchants who sold my inferior products themselves. They said they were apologizing to me. But in fact, you didn't cause much loss to us at all. Do you understand? Your military strength cannot cause any loss to us at all! The person they really want to apologize is not me, but the soldiers who died and injured in this conflict."

As he said that, Amy pushed the cocoa beans forward.

"Let's treat these things as pensions for the dead and injured soldiers. I heard it clearly. I'm here to do business, not to fight or rob."

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The elders looked at each other for a while, and finally, a representative stood up and hugged the cocoa beans in front of him: "I will thank you for these soldiers."

"Then it's the goods." Amy leaned her body to the back of the chair. "Maybe you don't know that you have a merchant here who wants to use inferior goods to cause our conflict again."

Someone stood up suddenly: "Who is it? How dare he?"

"You will investigate and deal with the matter yourself. My suggestion is to let him make up for the insufficient pension as a punishment."

Amy glanced at everyone present again. The expressions of those who had been hostile at the beginning had been much eased. Of course, Amy knew that it would not be enough to calm these people's emotions.

"The last thing is about the compensation for the losses caused to our caravans by the delays these days - I don't think you can compensate you. But you have a place to help us."

"A place to assist you? What?"

"We are caravans, and the biggest source of profit is our goods. The weapons you see this time are part of our goods. You should have realized that they are all first-class good goods. Unfortunately, no one knows the goods. Peace in Aztland does not seem to be very sufficient."

Amy smiled on her face.

"The caravans have been in exchange for the past few days, and I have said to the outside world that you are testing new weapons. Of course, before today, I was always bluffing people - are you going to turn him into reality?"

"You want to sell our weapons?"
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