PFC Chapter 91 Peace Is Coming
Chapter 91 Peace Is Coming
"There isn't a single good person in the Mage Alliance!"
Here we go again. This is the seventh time Fiesman has said this. Serena rolled her eyes, ignored him, and simply turned and went back to the palace.
The palace carried on the back of a giant tortoise.
In the sea, a peculiar group was traveling on the seabed. This group was mainly composed of merfolk and fish-men, and of course, there were some strange beings mixed in, such as an octopus wielding eight weapons.
He is Serena's bodyguard and a high-ranking warrior, proficient in more than a dozen weapons.
They stood guard beside the giant tortoise, remaining vigilant at all times to prevent any accidents from happening.
Nothing unexpected happened along the way. After all, in the outer sea, where the highest level of strength is only high-level, no one dares to mess with a guard team composed of seven high-level professionals.
Helix originally wanted to add more people, thirty or forty people, after all, better safe than sorry, but the Mage Alliance disagreed.
If you want to fight, just say so. You're sending a guard of thirty high-level professionals to do diplomacy, right?
Are you trying to fool me?
Therefore, there was no other way but to form a guard team consisting of seven high-level professionals.
However, the Mage Alliance assured the legend that Princess Serena's safety would be guaranteed regardless of the success or failure of the negotiations.
They will do everything in their power to ensure the princess's safe and smooth return to the Mermaid Empire.
Soon, the guard team encountered the people sent by the Mage Alliance to meet them.
"I have long admired your name, Princess Serena. You are indeed as elegant, noble, and radiant as the legends say."
The visitor was none other than Javier. As the mayor of Velisco, he was naturally chosen by his colleagues to be in charge of welcoming the princess.
"Are you Harvey from the Mage Alliance?"
"Yes, Your Highness, please allow me to extend my greetings to Lord Helix on behalf of the Mage Alliance."
Harvey spoke politely but with a distance, and his tone was also sarcastic: "If it weren't for your legendary father, do you think I would have come to pick you up?"
And so, after parking the giant tortoise, Serena and her group successfully disembarked and entered Velisco.
"Negotiation? Negotiate my foot! If you ask me, we should just give them a good beating!"
"I don't care, but you must give me a large area of sea so I can cultivate potions."
"My bloodline experiment has reached a critical moment. As long as they can provide me with some murlocs, I don't care whether they fight or not."
"It would be good to acquire resources without bloodshed; we can focus our efforts on the Alliance of Saints."
The monks in the discussion room held differing opinions, some in favor, some against, and many more indifferent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Serena has arrived."
Harvey pushed open the door and entered, then spoke.
In an instant, the noisy conference room fell silent, and everyone turned to look behind Harvey.
No, why did you bring her here directly?
Do you know that this is an internal discussion phase? Before the results are in, there can be different opinions. Once the results are in and a consensus is reached, then everyone will only have one attitude.
So what do you mean by bringing people here directly now?
You old rascal, you haven't fallen for her, have you?
The mages in the conference room stared at Harvey and Princess Serena behind him with suspicion.
Harvey looked puzzled, not knowing what he had done. Then, a kind person couldn't hold back and told Harvey what had happened through mental communication.
This isn't my fault, is it? Who told you not to communicate using mental power? You have absolutely no sense of confidentiality.
Despite thinking this way, Harvey didn't dare say it, after all, he was the least senior and the weakest among them.
It's all the fault of those above. A few days ago they were saying they wanted to fight, and today they want to negotiate. What about all the supplies I secretly allocated before?
Is it just bad luck, or is it because I'm too efficient at working?
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"That's impossible!"
"If you're not even willing to offer tribute, what's the point of talking? Just attack! My bloodline experiments still need materials!"
"With such a small place, who can grow anything?"
"Go to hell with you, who the hell do you think you are? I'll kill your daddy!"
It was clear that the first round of negotiations was not very successful, and most of the mages were not very satisfied.
But that's okay, as long as we know the needs, these things are still negotiable.
"Alright."
"good."
Give me more.
"Go to hell with you!"
The second round of negotiations was relatively successful, with nearly half of the mages agreeing.
"it is good."
"atmosphere!"
"As expected of Princess Serena, the pearl of the sea, she's incredibly generous!"
"I'll f*** your OO! You %#@!"
The hot-tempered guy's performance remained consistent.
However, it was no use. Most mages chose peace on the condition that a large area of ocean territory and resources be paid as tribute, which of course included some population.
How much exactly? Let's put it this way, even Empress Dowager Cixi wouldn't dare let anyone sign such a treaty.
The specific details still need to be carefully drafted by those below, but in any case, war seems to have been avoided.
"Father, do you see? I did it!"
Serena muttered to herself, completely ignoring the livid faces of Fessman and his merman followers beside her.
Although most of the people who pay tribute are fishmen who have committed crimes or have been "criminalized", the resources and territories are all provided by the fishmen.
Once this humiliating treaty is signed, will they be able to expect anything good when they return home?
Unfortunately, Serena didn't care about that; all she wanted was peace.
The night in Velisco was brightly lit, as if to celebrate peace, with mages illuminating every corner of the city.
However, where there is light, there is shadow; even the brightest light cannot penetrate the darkness.
Outside of Velisco, the light of the mage tower could not reach the deep seabed, where several figures were plotting something.
"Under no circumstances should the agreement be signed. If it is, we will be sinners against the kingdom."
"Did you really see those monks?"
"They are the real deal, right here."
"Very well, it's time to teach the Mage Alliance a lesson!"
"Make them feel pain so that they will truly sit down at the negotiating table and sign an equal agreement with us."
With fish above and people below, their identities become quite clear.
Is this really good?
Fessman didn't know, but for the sake of his country, he had to do it.
That night, everyone in Velisco slept peacefully. The shadow of war seemed to have completely dissipated, and peace would envelop the land.