The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

While speaking, I remembered the scene of dealing with the last disaster.

Carrion monsters, or gray or purple spiders, and the three Titans that seem to be stitched together from corpses.

Any one of them is not weak, especially Titan, which is a blockbuster-level existence. I am agile, and I almost lost it on the spot.

I didn't witness the final battle, but it is said that the disaster was eliminated at the expense of a considerable number of adventurers.

"In a war stacked by numbers, the winner will always win miserably."

Facing the gaze of the Goblin King, I solemnly said: "But even if it is a tragic victory, it is a victory, and the losing side will often be wiped out."

"The apostles are not here to compete with us for territory, they just want to return to their homeland...Even if they have the mind to decimate the land and occupy the land for the country, our planet has countless unplanned famines. Island, as long as it is not greedy, even if all the apostles come, it will still be enough."

"Those who want to stay, some are given to them, and those who want to go back do not threaten us. Actually speaking, the apostle does not have much intersection with us. Why should the two parties who did not have intersection be beaten to death?"

The goblin king listened, nodded slightly, and said: "This is reasonable. I agree with your point of view on the premise that there is no direct conflict of interest."

"So, uncle, are you ready to negotiate with the apostle?"

"Didn't you go to negotiate?" the Goblin King asked back.

"But I don't match my identity..."

"Identity, just press one of them," he said, and patted my shoulder: "I declare, from this moment on, I will give you the full authority to represent Fort Witch and negotiate an alliance with the apostles."

"This... is too sudden!" I said in amazement: "And uncle, I am the elder of the Outer Clan of Moonlight City. Suddenly authorizing me to represent Fort Vitch with all rights, will there be conflicts?"

"What's the conflict?" The Goblin King picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "This time the negotiation object is not the other four countries, and there is no dispute of interest, and there seems to be a tacit understanding between you and the apostle. I believe that entrusting you with the task of negotiation is the most correct choice."

"Would you like to tell this to the foster father and father-in-law first, maybe they will have other candidates?"

I asked tentatively.

"No need" The Goblin King waved his hand and said, "Brother will definitely not deny my decision. As for your father-in-law, hum, Fatty Fatty is probably the same as your brother. I hope you can do more."

With these words from the Goblin King, my heart finally fell to the ground.

In fact, it does not matter to me whether I was appointed to negotiate with the apostle. What I am worried about is whether the arbitrariness of the Goblin King will affect the relationship of the three.

After all, the three of them represent the highest authority of Fort Witchc. If there are suspicions among them, it will directly affect the long-term stability of Fort Witchc.

I stayed in Fort Witch for three days. On the fourth day, I boarded the magic airship and sailed back to Moonlight City.

Travelers, and Master Dewey.

The purpose of Master Dewey's trip is very clear, discussing the alliance with the apostle with the fairy queen.

After all, Moonlight City and Fort Witch are allies, while the Fairy Queen and Master Dewey are still relatives—although they are a generation behind.

On the way, I asked Master Dewey: "Do you still hate the apostle?"

Master Dewey shook his head.

"Don't you hate it?" I wondered: "Why? He killed so many loyal subordinates..."

"In the face of national interests, any hatred can be forgiven."

Frowning my brows, pondering for a moment, I said: "Sorry, foster father, I don't agree with you. I think that you need to have a bottom line to be a man. Once you cross this line, even if I try my best, I will complete my revenge."

"Your words are not unreasonable, child," Master Dewey said: "If you are from a personal perspective, as long as you cross the bottom line, you will be branded with an unforgivable mark, but I mean the country."

After speaking, he sighed and said: "Many times, for the benefit of the country, I have to do things that go against the bottom line of my conscience, because I know that although this is the bottom line of my conscience, it is far from exceeding the bottom line of the country. ."

"Are you...painful?"

"Pain...but what can it be?" Master Dewey smiled bitterly: "Since I have reached this position, there will be no retreat. That's why..."

He raised his head and looked at me: "I hope you will only take over my business empire in the future, not the administration of Fort Witchcraft. Although business seems troublesome, as long as it can make money, it is successful. But politics is different. Many times, for To fight a big victory, you have to deliberately fight a few defeats, and in order to consolidate your position and gain support, when necessary, you even need to sacrifice the most loyal to your subordinates."

Master Dewey gave a wry smile and said: "Compared with business, politics is much more cruel."

Holding the crystal glass, tasting the grape juice, and reminiscing about Master Dewey's words, I have a faint feeling that Master Dewey's words were actually not addressed to me, but to himself.

Perhaps there was a time when he had to sacrifice his most loyal subordinates to consolidate his position, but in the next few years, ten years, or even decades, he continued to regret his actions.

No words all the way.

The airship arrived at Moonlight City in the evening.

I invited Master Dewey to go to my home to rest, but Master Dewey refused my invitation on the pretext of being late.

Standing at the exit of the airship, I thought and thought about it and felt that it was not suitable to leave Master Dewey alone on the airship at this time. Although there are still many staff on the airship, they are only subordinate to the foster father, and there is nothing to do. Family affection, and Master Dewey would definitely not tell them what was in his heart.

If you keep your words in your heart, you will get sick.

With a sigh, I returned to the room.

Master Dewey was surprised to see me back, but at the same time he was very happy, but his expression was not so exaggerated, only a faint smile.

I took out a few bottles of different types of wine from the refrigerator, used a blender to make a cocktail, poured a glass for Master Dewey, another glass for myself, raised the glass, and I said, "Foster father, today our father is drunk. Fang Xiu."

"Okay, just get drunk and get rid of it!"

Master Dewey picked up the glass and drank it in one sip.

The complex taste wrinkled his entire face, but the more shocking aftertaste made him want to stop.

So one cup, two cups and three cups... After more than a dozen cups in a row, Master Dewey had just been addicted, but at the same time he was drinking too much.

While holding up the cup, he talked about the past drunkly.

Those things that make him unbearable to look back, and every time he thinks about it, he will be heartbroken.

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