I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 414 Negotiations
"Jane?"

In the meeting hall in the palace, William II frowned slightly as he listened to the briefing from the middle-aged man in military uniform in front of him.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure she looks exactly like the information." The middle-aged man said.

"How did she enter Berlin?" William II looked at the middle-aged man, his sharp eyes full of edge.

The middle-aged man subconsciously avoided his sight.

"I don't know."

William II had a look of sullenness on his face, "How on earth do you people do your intelligence work!?"

"Such a big living person was discovered only when he came to the entrance of the palace.

When will you find out next time? After I have been assassinated! ? "

The middle-aged man lowered his head. He didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod in agreement.

Soon, William II adjusted his mood and continued to ask.

"Apart from her, who else?"

"She's the only one." The middle-aged man replied.

William II's frown deepened, "She is alone?"

"Yes, she is the only one. Our intelligence personnel have confirmed it." The middle-aged man replied, "And she also said that she wanted to talk to you on behalf of herself."

William II fell silent. He gently tapped the armrest on one side with his fingers, seeming to be thinking about something.

"So, she is here to negotiate?"

"Seems to be."

William II said, "Bring her in."

"Yes." The middle-aged man saluted William II, and then slowly retreated from here.

After a while, he walked into the meeting hall with Joan of Arc.

William II looked up and down at the legendary woman in front of him who had caused them a lot of trouble on the front line.

She was younger than he imagined.

She looked to be less than 20 years old, and her appearance was frail.

Who would have thought that such a young girl could have such commanding abilities on the battlefield.

Joan of Arc was also sizing up the emperor who brought Germany to the position of a world power.

His drooped left arm attracted her attention.

Rumor has it that the Kaiser suffered from Erb's palsy due to a breech birth, which caused his left arm to atrophy.

The series of medical and sports treatment measures that followed after his baptism not only failed to achieve the desired results, but left him with pain and torture that he still cannot forget many years later.

In order to make up for this physical defect, William received strict military training since childhood, and was especially good at equestrianism.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this experience that he laid a foundation for his future.

William II looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Step back and I'll talk to her alone for a while."

"This" middle-aged man hesitated to speak.

"Do you think a girl under 20 years old can hurt me?" William II suppressed his anger.

"No, no." The middle-aged man quickly saluted William II.Then, he continued, "I'm right outside."

With that said, he left here and opened the door.

For a while.The council hall fell silent, leaving only him and Joan of Arc, and a pindrop could be heard in the empty hall.

William II sat on the throne overlooking her, giving people a great sense of oppression. .

After a while, William II spoke first.

"I think if any of my generals saw you, no one would believe that the woman who has caused them so much trouble could be so young."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "There is no one else here. Tell me truthfully, was it you who defeated us on the front line, or are you the mascot promoted by West France?"

"It's really not just me." Joan of Arc nodded and said, "The ones who defeated you were countless West French people who were willing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood for their country."

"What you said is really not what someone of your age should say." William II muttered.

He leaned on the throne chair, leaning his right elbow on the armrest, resting his face on the back of his hand, looking at Jeanne d'Arc below with interest.

"I won't ask you how you came to Berlin.

Tell me, what is your purpose here? "

"I come for peace," said Joan.

"Oh?" William II said with a little playfulness on his face, "So, are you here to atone for everything you have done?"

"Defending our country, I don't think it's a crime." Joan of Arc said calmly, "The only thing I did that could be called a crime was to order the weapon to be dropped on Dresden, but I No regrets.”

"Don't regret it?" William II sneered, "What a good person who doesn't regret it. Do you know how many schools there are in the place you bombed? Do you know that the children who were carrying schoolbags to school at noon that day, did they ever think about themselves? Will it turn into ashes in an instant?”

"They say you are the messenger of God. Tell me, Joan of Arc, did your god ask you to take away their lives?"

"My God asked me to end this war." Joan of Arc said slowly.

Her eyes were calm and she did not show any shame because of William II's words.

"William II, I can understand the anger in your heart. But obviously, you have not thought about who those people died for."

“You must be clear that it was you who started this war, it was your army that first entered our land, and it was your artillery that first slaughtered our people.

Now, tell me, should we be put to death and sit back and watch you take away our land and wealth and kill our relatives and friends?
I never let the joy of a life saved overshadow my guilt for a life taken.

But, William II, you never understood.

Your ambition and madness are absolutely responsible for their deaths. "

"Then our children should die!?" William II suppressed the anger in his heart.

A glimmer of light flashed in Jeanne's eyes, "See, this is hatred."

"As this war progresses, the hatred between us will become deeper and never-ending, and countless lives will be lost in this hatred."

Joan of Arc slowly raised her head, "So, I'm here, I'm here to end this hatred."

"The war has reached this level and it is meaningless to continue fighting it except for self-destruction."

"I said it." William II said slowly, "Unless you confess your guilt in front of me, I will not sign any armistice agreement."

Joan of Arc shook her head, "I will not plead guilty. The heroic actions of the West French people in resisting imperialist aggression are undoubtedly justice. I will not cast a shadow on their justice."

William II finally showed a hint of anger on his face, "You haven't prepared anything, and you're just going to come to negotiate with me?"

"Western France can be exempted from war reparations as humanitarian compensation for the bombing of Dresden." Joan of Arc said, "If this war continues, you will definitely lose. In the future, what you sign will not be an armistice agreement. , but a treaty of defeat!”

(End of this chapter)