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"it is good!"

Matthew quickened his pace and walked towards the small mound.

After all, Saudin is a demigod-level strongman. Even if he and Matthew break up and start fighting, he will not do anything like tricking him out and beating him to death on the spot.

The gods in this world are basically sleeping, and demigods are the pinnacle of power.

The Venerable is one of the most powerful people in the world, and he would not play such a trick with Matthew.

Although he was encouraging himself in his heart, Matthew still felt a chill down his back.

If Saudin really didn't follow martial ethics, he would have no choice but to call the teacher for help.

After all, he is a disciple of Master Han Xing. Saudin may not give Matthew face, but he cannot kill Han Xing's disciple on the spot.

Han Xing and he are strong men at the same level. If Saudin kills Matthew for no reason, Han Xing can also massacre his disciples as reciprocal revenge.

If this continues, everyone will stop playing.

There was someone behind him, so Matthew naturally didn't panic.

He also wanted to see Saudin's true face to provide a basis for his next move.

Matthew soon came to the small mound.

What came into view was a thin old man. The old man was about 1.6 meters tall. Compared with the tall Matthew, he was just an inconspicuous little old man.

Matthew couldn't even see through his realm of strength, and could only vaguely touch a few tentacles seeping out of the mist.

He is worthy of being a strong man who has traversed the grassland for thousands of years, and he does have the qualifications to be a strong man.

This is also the second truly strong person Matthew has encountered since he came to this world.

The first one is naturally his teacher Han Xing.

Now that he has seen Han Xing, Matthew will not make a fuss.

He stood up straight and saluted the old man, "Hello, venerable sir, Matthew is sending his regards to you on behalf of Teacher Hanxing."

The secular identity is meaningless in front of the venerable, but it reminds him that Han Xing still has some effect.

Matthew's small thoughts were as transparent as a transparent one in front of the venerable man. The old man laughed and turned around suddenly.

He looked at Matthew carefully. Matthew showed no fear on his face. He looked up at the old man calmly and let the other man look at him.

After looking at Matthew for a few times, the little old man smiled and said, "Young man, you are really good."

He pointed to the stone table and bench not far away and motioned for Matthew to sit down.

After Matthew sat down, the old man also found a place to sit opposite.

He took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, placed it on the table, placed two more glasses, and tentatively asked Matthew, "A drink?"

Matthew shook his head slowly.

Although the two sides did not officially break up, they were actually in a hostile position. The terms negotiated with the Venerable were okay, so naturally they could not eat whatever the other party handed them.

The old man looked at Matthew with a sneer on his face, "What, are you afraid that I will poison you?"

Matthew shook his head slowly, then nodded.

The old man asked with some surprise: "You shake your head first and then nod, but what do you mean? Do you not believe in the Lord of the Holy Land?"

Matthew said slowly: "Your Majesty's position is unclear, and this wine is not safe to drink."

The old man was even more surprised. He asked in confusion: "Do you think I can't defeat you based on my ability?"

Matthew still shook his head and then nodded.

This time the old man was a little annoyed. Matthew didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, which made him feel a little baffled.

He had already made up his mind, and when he came up, he would use his absolute strength to overwhelm Matthew and create favorable conditions for negotiations.

As long as Matthew is allowed to sign unequal conditions under the premise of disadvantage, it will be a huge success.

However, Matthew did not accept this trick.

No matter how strong you are, he will remain unmoved.

The old man was secretly annoyed when he saw that using force to suppress people didn't work.

He frowned lightly, and although he held a pebble in his palm, he never made a move.

He originally planned to use this pebble to smash a whole boulder and show off his muscles for Matthew, but since Matthew didn't want to do this at all, it was hard for him to show off.

Matthew didn't care at all, he still wanted to show off, and he was the one who was the clown.

The old man threw the pebbles casually, and the pebbles landed not far away in a weird anti-physics arc.

Matthew looked at the trajectory of the small stone and was secretly shocked.

The old man's strength was indeed powerful, far beyond his imagination.

There is an irreparable gap between the fourth-level super level and the demigod level.

Matthew couldn't understand his level of cultivation, but Matthew was still not afraid.

There are two capitals he relies on. The first is Teacher Han Xing.

Han Xing's identity is definitely not simple. She can write a letter to keep Matthew safe. Naturally, she is not talking nonsense. She is at least [-]% sure to do so.

In other words, Teacher Hanxing's strength exceeds that of most demigod-level experts, and is even higher than that of the venerable ones.

After meeting His Holiness, he became even more convinced of this.

Matthew looked at Han Xing as if looking at the air. It was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see anything.

Matthew looked at the venerable man as if he were looking at fog. He was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

One can't see it, the other can't see it clearly, the difference is too big.

There are also differences between demigods.

The difference between Han Xing and the Venerable might not be that big, but it might be bigger than the gap between Matthew and the super powerful man, but Han Xing is definitely better than the old man in front of him.

Unless the Venerable had a good reason, he would not dare to take action against Matthew.

Seeing Matthew's confident expression, the old man's face became a little more sulky. He snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Do you think I won't dare to touch you just because of a letter from that woman?"

Matthew shook his head first, then nodded.

He did this action three times tonight. The first time the old man didn't pay attention, the second time the old man frowned. This time he was finally irritated by Matthew's action.

What does this mean?

Seeing the old man's angry expression, Matthew smiled and explained:

"The Venerable is a powerful demi-god. He is not in the same realm as a mortal like me. I don't think the Venerable is afraid of my teacher, but I think the Venerable has the demeanor of a master and will not bully the small."

"I can't compare with His Majesty. I can only compete with the powerful men under His Majesty's command."

What he said was neither humble nor arrogant. Although he admitted that he was timid, he stood up the venerable man.

Since you are an expert, don't be as knowledgeable as me.

It is indeed unseemly for a demigod-level powerhouse to bully a super novice.

The old man and Matthew talked for a long time, but they didn't say anything serious. Instead, Matthew's back-and-forth chatter completely took the topic away.

He was startled, looked at Matthew with squinted eyes, and re-evaluated Matthew.

Matthew sat as straight as a clock, with a normal expression, as if nothing had happened, but only he knew the pressure he was facing.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his skin was covered in goosebumps under the sharp gaze.

Every time the old man's eyes passed over a piece of skin, Matthew would feel pain as if his skin had been peeled off.

This was a difference in realm. He couldn't resist and could only hold on.

But in the encounter just now, Matthew gradually discovered that the Venerable didn't seem so scary.

It's true that he couldn't compare to the opponent's level, but he could barely resist the old man's pressure.

If you want to defeat Matthew, you can't just talk, you have to at least take action.

Matthew was not afraid of His Majesty's action at all.

If the Venerable takes action here, he doesn't believe that Teacher Hanxing can sit still.

The teacher must have secret countermeasures, otherwise he would not be so confident in letting Matthew enter the grassland.

Even if the teacher has no countermeasures, Matthew still has the means to save his life and escape.

It is impossible for him to pin his life safety on the opponent's masterful demeanor.

Are you kidding me? If His Holiness really turned against him, would his ghost come and accuse Him of not practicing martial ethics?

He just came over boldly to test it out.

He succeeded, and he learned at least two things.

First, His Holiness is very powerful.

Second, the Venerable is not powerful.

It's powerful because the Venerable is a genuine demigod-level powerhouse. It's not powerful because Matthew can even see a fog instead of seeing nothing at all.

This is not a competition of strength, but a contest of courage.

The old man didn't speak. He just picked up the wine bottle and drank a few sips of wine. The suffocating silence made Matthew's heart beat faster.

He almost wanted to run away, but stayed seated.

He firmly believed in his judgment that the Venerable did not come to kill him, but only to blackmail him.

If the blackmail fails, His Holiness will have no choice but to sit back at the negotiating table and negotiate as equals.

Regardless of the outcome of the negotiation, as long as we can sit down as equals, it is victory.

Of course, for him, equality is victory, and for His Holiness, equality is the most humiliating defeat.

Are a majestic demigod-level expert equal to a mortal boy of the fourth level?

This in itself is a joke.

Seeing that the old man remained silent, Matthew knew that he had already won more than half the battle.

Buqi has already done it, and the next step is to step down for the other party.

Matthew wiped his sweat with a slightly exaggerated movement and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, can you take back your divine power a little? Maybe this is nothing to you, but I am just a mortal."

Demigods are not gods. The earliest name for demigods is hero level, which is a transitional form between humans and gods.

When Matthew said these words, there was a hint of praising the Venerable as a god, which made the old man even more confused.

"Matthew, you were tough just now, but now you suddenly lower your stance. What's your intention?"

Matthew calmed down and explained with a modest smile: "When I first met His Holiness, I resisted with all my strength, but I still couldn't withstand His majesty's pressure. The calmness you see is just me trying to maintain it. In fact, I My back is already soaked."

Matthew's back was wet with sweat, and the old man would be able to tell if he paid a little attention. In this case, he might as well take the initiative to bring it up. Although it was a bit of a sign of weakness, he was inherently weaker than the Venerable, and it was reasonable to show weakness.

The toughness that should be shown has been demonstrated, and now it is time to use flexible diplomatic skills.

Core interests cannot be compromised, and other interests can be discussed.

However, Matthew also knew very well that if His Holiness came to the door in the middle of the night, what he wanted was definitely not other interests, but the real core interests.

Sure enough, when Matthew continued to act stupid, the Venerable couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He put down his wine glass and asked with a watery face: "Matthew, what exactly are you doing in the grassland?"

"Ask for justice!"

Matthew said sternly: "The grassland tribes and we could have exchanged what we have through commercial exchanges, but they have never been willing to negotiate fairly with us and achieve win-win cooperation."

"In their eyes, we are their pasture and granary. Whenever the cattle and sheep are hungry, they come here to eat grass. When people are hungry, they come here to carry food."

"Sir, is this ridiculous?"

The old man was not speechless under Matthew's questioning. He said calmly: "The wolf wants to eat the rabbit. It is neither the fault of the rabbit nor the fault of the wolf. This is the ecological balance created by the environment."

I didn’t expect this old guy to actually understand ecological balance?

Matthew's evaluation of the Venerable improved slightly, but he did not accept the Venerable's peace.

"We are not rabbits and they are not wolves. We are all fellow human beings and we should sit down and talk about cooperation instead of carrying out cruel killings."