Crushed.
There was no room left, not even the ability to speak.
Zhang Peng stood up, glanced at Li Ziyu and Liu Xingxing, turned around to walk out, and suddenly walked back to the table.
His action startled Delqia, who quickly asked, "Is there anything else, City Lord Zhang Peng?"
Zhang Peng picked up the wine glass, drank the wine inside, and gently placed the glass back on the table. He said, "The wine is good. We can use it as a trading item in the future. It's been a pleasure to communicate with you today, Mr. Delqia. Good day."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
When they walked outside, the undead immediately rushed over, protected the four people, and returned to the Rat Death Border City.
"Oh my god, Brother Peng, that's awesome, that's awesome!" Liu Xingxing shouted exaggeratedly and excitedly.
Li Ziyu didn't say anything, just gave a thumbs up.
He rarely saw Zhang Peng's serious attitude in negotiations, but this time he finally got to see it.
A smile appeared on Zhang Peng's face, and he waved his hand a little embarrassedly.
"It's boring. There's no fighting."
Of all people, only Damenlevsky was unhappy.
He had followed along thinking there would be a fight, but he didn't expect that a group of people would just sit down to eat and drink, and then talk for a while before it was over.
…
After Zhang Peng and others left, Delqia breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wine glass and drank it, then slammed the glass heavily on the table.
"Too arrogant, too arrogant, they simply don't take the ratmen seriously. Don't these undead know how their territory came about?" Delcha suddenly roared, his anger surging.
It was made by someone with their own hands, how else could it have come from?
Sayil rolled his eyes subtly.
He hated these arrogant and conceited nobles who always felt like they were chosen by heaven and that the world couldn't do without them.
What are these guys actually?
If he hadn't come from a good family, he would have starved to death long ago.
"Mr. Delcha, don't be angry. This is how I communicate with them." Sayil knew that he had to speak at this time, so he hurriedly comforted him.
Delqia saw how well Sayil was doing and grumbled, "It's hard for you, Mr. Sayil. Communicating with the undead is really not easy. I've experienced it this time."
Sayil nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's how it is when communicating with them. It's because we are not of the same race."
Upon hearing this, Delqia immediately agreed and said, "That's right, these undead are different from us ratmen. They are too vulgar, but we still need them now. Mr. Sayer, what do you think we should do next?"
Sayil thought for a moment before suggesting to Delqia, "I think we should tell the Emperor about this. Our status is too low to make the decision."
In fact, Sayil is not worried at all about what to do.
Because it doesn't matter.
His mission was accomplished, the ratmen and the undead had successfully met.
What will the ratmen and the undead do next? What does it have to do with him, a businessman?
But Delqia is a royal family after all, so he should be given the face he deserves. Just go along with it and that's it.
Turning his head and frowning at Sayil, Delcha's face showed an embarrassment.
He came here to reprimand the Undead and to fight for welfare for the Skaven. He failed to complete either of the two tasks.
Not only has it not been completed, but the ratmen may even have to spend more resources to hire the undead.
If he responded in this way, he would appear to be very incompetent.
There are quite a few rat royals. If he is incompetent, he will be replaced by other rat royals.
He originally wanted to get some advice from Sayil, but looking at Sayil's expression, it seemed that he didn't want to help him.
What should I do?
(End of this chapter)
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