It had been two days since Duke Hazaro and his party arrived at Dark Whisper City. Everyone was exhausted after the long journey, so they took a rest. This was the first time for the Alimar people to come to Dark Whisper City. They thought it was a place where barbarians lived. However, after the city gates were opened and they walked in, they found that it was a well-developed civilization with neat streets and even prosperous businesses.

  At the end of the main road is the main building of Dark Language City, which is also the Blade Palace where the leader of the Dragon Clan lives.

  "It's really terrifying to be able to walk into the Dark Whisper City safely," Duke Hazaro joked with Nefer. He touched his neck, "Fortunately, it's still here, still here."

  Nefer, however, didn't know how to adjust the atmosphere. He looked at the Blade Palace in the distance and said, "Go out of the city gate behind the Blade Palace and you will reach the Whisper Forest. I think we should set off tomorrow."

  Duke Hasaro looked at him. "Kid, don't be too hasty about this." He looked around and saw that no one was present. "If we can obtain the antidote through political negotiations, that would be the best. If we sneak into the forest secretly, it might cause some unnecessary disputes. I don't want anything to happen."

  "You are here to negotiate with them, but I am here for Cesare," Nefere said. "We have been here for two days, but there is still no movement in the Palace of Blades. This situation is not good."

  What Nefer said was right, Duke Hasaro thought, the situation in the Blade Palace was too strange, he couldn't help but feel suspicious, could this be another conspiracy of the Dragon Clan?

  "Your Excellency the Duke!" Someone suddenly came in while they were talking. "An envoy from the Blade Palace wants to see you."

  Duke Hasaro and Nefer looked at each other and quickly let the other in.

  A woman in a black short skirt stood outside the inn. After seeing Duke Hasaro, she simply saluted and said, "Our leader wants to see you."

  What a strange dragon clan! Their etiquette and everything else are completely different from Elima.

  Nefer thought to himself as he, Duke Hazaro, and the knights disguised as officials followed the woman in black into the Blade Palace. The tall gilded door and gilded staircase were shocking. Could it be that the Blade Palace, which looked so ordinary and shabby on the outside, was actually so luxurious on the inside?

  "Please enter from here and you will see the leader." said the woman in the black dress.

  We are the victorious nation, but we always feel inferior to others. Nefer thought, he forgot which book he had read that the dragons always believed that they were the gods and rulers of this world. This was reflected in their natural ability to control ancient creatures like dragons.

  However, this world no longer believes in dragons. Although there are legends about dragons all over the world, the only place that can truly breed this ancient creature is the Dark Whisper Forest at the northern end of the Casfania continent. Whether it is Mingxia, Elima, Somiler, or even Uliana, no traces of dragons have been found in the territory.

  They passed through huge gilded doors one after another, and continued walking along the crimson carpet. Finally, they saw a woman sitting on a throne above the ground. Was that the leader of the dragon clan? Nefer thought to himself, they had never received any information that the leader of the dragon clan was actually a woman.

  "Tell me your names." She said to those people.

  "We are envoys from Elima," Duke Hazaro said. "We have come to discuss the post-war situation with Darkwhisper City in the name of the Pope. We hope that our two tribes can learn from this battle and make peace from now on."

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  The woman propped up her head and looked at Duke Hasaro. She narrowed her eyes and smiled softly, "You killed all our elites and slayed our dragons. Now you come to our doorstep and tell me that you hope our two tribes can make peace?"

  "There's no other choice, right?" Nefert suddenly spoke, and his words were particularly direct.

  The woman stood up from the chair and walked to Nefer. "You are right. We have no choice." Nefer saw her clearly. She should be young. Her eyes were emerald green. Her nose was small and upturned. Her lips were slightly thicker. "I am the current owner of the Blade Palace. My name is Lailier." She seemed to remember something and stretched out her hand. "I am not used to the way you Elimar people greet each other, but I think shaking hands is a good choice. Hello, it's our first meeting."

  Duke Hasaro and Nefer looked at each other, feeling that the man who claimed to be the leader was so different from what they had imagined.

  The Duke held out his hand and shook hers, and Nefert followed suit.

  "My conditions are very simple," Lailiel motioned them to take a seat, and then she walked back to the throne, "First, open trade; second, release Longgor; third, marriage." She played with her hair, twirling it around her fingers, "If you agree, then we will cease fire. The people of our two countries have experienced too many wars, and I think Elima is already weak. Opening trade is good for both you and us. After all, there is absolutely no third law suitable for our two countries except recuperation. The Uliana people in the south have long since grown stronger during the Hundred Years' War between our two countries. In the east, there is also the Mingxia Empire. Do you know their Iron Flying Cavalry? That is a team that can easily cross the Hassan Strait. I think it is no less than our dragons. And what do you have in Elima? Cute griffins? Don't make me laugh."

  The members of the Wind Wolf Squad were somewhat annoyed. How could they allow the mistress of a defeated country to be humiliated like this? However, Duke Hasaro signaled them not to act rashly.

  Lelier glanced at those people, then looked at the Duke with a smile, "How about this suggestion? Do you accept it?"

  Duke Hasaro looked back at Lelier with a smile. He didn't know where this little girl got her confidence from, but she pointed out the problem between the two countries - they have been in a state of hostility and war for a long time, and their internal friction has been serious. "This matter is of great importance. I need to discuss it with the Pope before I can reply to you."

  Lailiel seemed to have expected the other party's reply. She nodded and said, "No problem, you can discuss it with anyone. Anyway, I have already shown my sincerity. It's up to you. Second, please release Long Gol."

  "I'm sorry I can't agree to your request on this point," Duke Hazaro said, "Dragonol and the people of Elimar have a feud that cannot be reconciled."

  "Oh, okay, but I think it's useless for you to kill him. Can you get revenge by killing him alone?" Lelier stared into Duke Hasaro's eyes and asked, "I don't think so. I think you can also discuss this with your Pope. I believe there may be a chance for a turnaround."

  "Let's continue with your third request. What does marriage mean?" Duke Hazaro changed the subject.

  "It means exactly what it says." Lelier said, "I heard that Duke Cesare Lorenzo, the Grand Master of your International Knights, is the illegitimate son of your Pope? And he is still unmarried, right?"

  Nephiel raised his head suddenly and looked at the woman.

  Duke Hazaro frowned, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

  "What's there to not understand?" Lelier pointed at herself, "I don't have a husband either, I want to marry him."

  "That's ridiculous," Nefert said. "Please don't make such an indecent joke."

  Lailier laughed, "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to say that I'm joking?" She crossed one leg on the chair and dangled the other leg under the throne, swinging it from time to time. "I am telling you my request very seriously. What I said is the request of the Secret Language City."

  She looked at Nefer and Duke Hasaro dimly, "If not, have you ever thought about how to cure the poison in his body?"

  This woman is too slippery, Nefere thought. They have been led by her by the nose since the beginning. It turns out that her ultimate goal is this. She is threatening them with Cesare's life.

  Nefer sat down. Duke Hazaro pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Marriage is certainly a good idea. I believe His Holiness the Pope is also happy to see the possibility of a blood relationship between our two countries. However... marriage is a matter of great importance after all. We also need to ask Duke Lorenzo for his opinion."

  "Of course, you can go and ask him, but I believe no one would risk their life for such a thing." Lailier said with a smile. She suddenly looked at Nefer, "Hey, you're not bad either. What's your name?"

  Nefert felt that he was being humiliated by the other party, so he pursed his lips and refused to answer.

  Duke Hazaro clapped his hands, signaling him not to act rashly.

  "Nefer-Hazaro," he answered.

  "Oh, so you are a noble," Lelier said loudly, "Why don't you and that Cesare Lorenzo become my husbands together. Take a closer look, you are quite good-looking, and you have a strong temper. I like you."

  Nefert stood up suddenly. He could no longer stay here. It was too humiliating.

  Duke Hazaro stood up and saluted the female leader. "Excuse me, we have to leave first. We will reply to you after we have discussed it with the Pope."