The legendary wanderer who was planning how to escape was stunned on the spot. Since he came with good intentions, why did he deliberately roar and disturbed the order of the city? Isn't this an obvious problem?
In the castle, when Prince Raman heard the conversation between the two, his complexion changed, and after a brief thought, he understood Amos' intentions, put away the teleporting scroll in his hand, stretched his hand out the window, and greeted the white dragon lord in the sky.
"Your Excellency Amos, please come down and talk in detail."
With stronger strength, Amos was not afraid of Prince Raman's tricks and landed in the castle garden.
But the tyrannical white dragon did not hold back. The servants in the garden who had no time to escape felt as if a mountain was pressed on their backs, collapsed to the ground weakly, and there were not a few who had wet their pants and skirts.
The well-trained guards in the castle gushed out from everywhere, drew the long sword from the waist, and surrounded the white dragon, but the trembling legs and the constantly gulping throats explained their situation, and they were not as fearless as they appeared on the surface.
Amos put the gray dwarf prince in his claws on the lawn of the garden, ignoring the guards who were responsible for these duties. Even if the white dragon stood and let them attack, these ordinary guards, who were the strongest but middle-level professionals, could not break through the dragon defense.
From the sky, Hausmann Campbell reacted quickly and flew towards the garden quickly.
"Retreat! Retreat to me! Lord Amos is not Pavran's enemy."
The order of the legendary wanderer made the soldiers retreat at a faster speed than before. This was the helplessness of these ordinary soldiers.
If they retreated in the face of a powerful enemy, even if they survived by chance, they would be settled by the loyal nobles, who would be expelled from the team after a severe punishment, or be punished as a deserter and walked on the gallows.
Therefore, even if they knew that they would lose, they could only bite the bullet. After the war, their family would receive compensation. If lucky, they would be rewarded if succeeded in surviving after serving their merits.
After the ordinary soldiers retreated, Hausmann looked at the servants on the grass, and found that the white dragon did not have any thoughts to supress his aura. He knew that this was because the white dragon was expressing dissatisfaction with the deceitful behavior of the Pavran Kingdom. He could only stand aside awkwardly, waiting for the arrival of Prince Raman.
After a while, Prince Raman ran out from the castle. The white dragon lord was expressionless. The legendary gray dwarf warrior wrapped his arms around his chest. He looked at the immobile waiter on the ground with a joking expression. Prince Raman judged the situation and ran to the legendary wanderer with tensed muscles.
Prince Raman first straightened Liyin's stray hair while running, then smiled and leaned over to salute.
"Your Excellency Amos, our next dialogue is not suitable for more people to hear. Do you think you can spare these poor servants?"
Seeing Prince Raman’s friendly smile as if talking to an old friend, Amos raised his brows. As expected, none of the successful aristocrats was simple. Not only did they have a thick-skinned face, but they also found a way to break the game in an instant, making it embarrassing. Amos had nothing to say.
The white dragon restrained his aura, and the human servants on the ground slowly got up, their legs trembling, and they helped each other to leave this place.
Prince Raman called a waiter.
"You bring the words to the kitchen and ask them to prepare some food to entertain the distinguished guests and bring them up."
"No need, Your Royal Highness, these formalities will be avoided. We should talk about it."
Hearing the white dragon lord's silent voice, Prince Raman nodded.
"Then you go down, let the soldiers guard outside, and you can't let a fly in."
Soon, in the huge garden, only the white dragon, gray dwarf and two humans were left.
Prince Raman took the lead in breaking the deadlock and leaned over to salute again.
"Your Excellency Amos, I am very sorry for concealing from you earlier, but since both of us are willing to cooperate, I hope this incident will not affect our friendship."
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Amos frowned, and Prince Raman wanted to easily expose the matter without paying any price.
"His Royal Highness, the deception of the Pavran Kingdom has touched my bottom line. If you want to end this matter, then show your sincerity." Amos said dissatisfied.
Prince Raman heard this, knowing this, Amos must be investigated to the end, still with a spring breeze smile on his face.
"This is natural. After a while, I will come to the door with a gift to apologize."
Amos was satisfied, and then let him go.
"Then let's talk about the distribution of mythril veins. The overseas archipelago belongs to the territory of White Castle, but those who see the treasure have a part. White Castle is willing to give Pavran Kingdom 20% of the sealing fee."
Prince Raman frowned slightly.
"Your Excellency Amos, the overseas islands have been unowned since ancient times, and your army has not yet expanded to that island, so why should the territory belong to it? Besides, a ratio of 20% makes it impossible for me to submit to His Majesty the King, so what do you think about six to four, you six, our four?"
Amos raised his head high, and his huge nostrils sprayed out two white air.
"Humans, the army of White Castle is invincible on the sea. It is my mercy that Pavran can get 20% of the money."
Prince Raman looked serious.
"Your Excellency Amos, if the army really decides the ownership of the veins, then you won't negotiate with us here. If the news of the mythril veins spread out accidentally, let alone 60%, even 30% would not be digested by the White Castle."
Amos raised his brows and said in a bad tone.
"Are you threatening me?! If Pavran spreads the news, don't even try to get a piece of mithril."
"Yes, Your Excellency Amos, if we are together, we will gain and we will lose if we are divided. So we have no choice but to work together."
Prince Raman pondered for a moment, and continued to say: "Then, let’s say that the proposal to build a new city is still valid. There is still a lot of room for cooperation between White Castle and the Kingdom of Pavran, don’t they? I am very fond of the cuisine of deep sea."
Amos knew that he couldn't push Pavran Kingdom too hard. After all, the clay figurines also had three points of anger. In addition, the ratio of three to seven had reached his psychological expectations, so he nodded in agreement.
"Then it will be as you say."
After the most important contradiction was resolved, the plan for the establishment of the new city and the distribution of benefits were quickly finalized.
A contract of the god of justice burned and disappeared into the air.
After finishing a difficult task, Prince Raman was also happy, and had a sincere smile on his face.
"Your Excellency Amos, I wish us a happy cooperation. The friendship between White Castle and the Kingdom of Pavran may last forever."
"Well, I wish the friendship to last, there are still a lot of troubles waiting for me in White Castle, and I look forward to our next meeting."
The white dragon flapped its wings, grabbed the gray dwarf and flew into the sky, flying towards the direction of White Castle.