Mike's words came too suddenly, and Jacob and Chris did not have time to react.

After a moment of silence in the meeting room, Chris remembered the strategy they had previously discussed, no matter what Mike said, he would immediately refute.

That was right, this way, he could overwhelm Mike in terms of momentum.

"I..." Chris was about to speak, but he stopped abruptly after he uttered a note.

Because Mike turned his head to look at him.

There was no emotion in his cold eyes. He just looked at him indifferently.

"Hmm? What do you want to say?" Mike asked.

"I... I agree." Chris lowered his head.

He suddenly remembered that the first step of this plan had yet to be completed.

That was to have a powerful guard stand by the side so that he could put pressure on the other party.

He looked at Jacob carefully.

Now, he had to let Jacob turn the situation around. If Jacob agreed, then it would really be the end.

At this time, Jacob really hated Chris.

'If you can't open your mouth to refute, you should at least shut up.

'If you agreed so easily, what am I supposed to say?'

However, even though he was filled with hatred, this matter was also related to Jacob himself.

He could only bite the bullet and say,

"Let us discuss this matter.

"Someone, get Cicero and Alves to discuss this matter together."

Hearing his words, the attendant outside the door immediately left. He really despised staying here any longer.

The atmosphere was too depressing...

Mike was very clear about the king of the Trolls', but he did not stop him.

Because he felt that it was beneficial to him.

Mike sneered and said,

"I didn't expect the king of the Trolls and Dwarves to not be able to make a decision alone. You still need to discuss the matter with others. How ridiculous."

This sarcasm was very direct, without any euphemism.

However, the two kings did not even refute.

Or rather, they did not dare to.

The envoy in front of them was obviously an adventurer, not a native.

One had to know that if he was a native, he might not be able to fight since not every native would train their strength.

However, adventurers were different.

Adventurers had to have the ability to fight. This was something that the whole continent knew.

Under such circumstances, the two kings did not want to anger Mike.

After all, an adventurers' behavior was unpredictable.

They could not be judged using common sense.

If they really directly attacked without negotiating...

These two kings might really die here.

They could only sit in their seats and nervously wait for the guards to arrive.

Soon, two voices sounded from outside the door.

"King, I'm here."

Cicero and Alves appeared at the door at the same time and shouted in unison.

The sound of their arrival was like the most beautiful song in the world — at least for Jacob and Chris.

It had only been three minutes.

However, these three minutes felt like three long hours for them.

"Well, come and discuss it with us."

Out of nowhere, Jacob took out a handkerchief and began to wipe his sweat.

Cicero and Alves immediately looked at each other when they heard this.

Would they be consulted about the negotiation?

Obviously, it was impossible. They were just guards.

They only knew how to fight.

So it was vident that the king wanted them to put pressure on the other side, and they immediately understood that.

So Cicero and Alves stood directly behind Jacob and Chris.

They stared at Mike, with a hint of hostility and killing intent in their eyes.

They wanted to make Mike nervous.

However, Mike remained calm.

He just put his right leg on his left leg that was on the table, which made him feel more comfortable.

"So, since everyone is here, I'll repeat it again.

"The Dwarves and Trolls must hand over a city as compensation to the humans. At the same time, the territories within these two cities will belong to the humans.

"In addition, you will also have to hand over four million gold coins as compensation.

"I'm done. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

Mike calmly glanced back and forth between Cicero and Alves's faces.

At this time, Jacob stood up and said loudly,

"Wait, what did you say?

"Four million gold coins?! This is different from what you just said!"

He widened his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Two million gold coins was already a lot, but now he actually increased it to four million gold coins?

How was this possible?!

Moreover, he had to hand over two cities.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Hearing Jacob's words, Cicero took a step forward at the right time, naturally placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said coldly,

"Are you here to negotiate or are you joking?"

His stance gave people the feeling that he would draw his sword and attack at any moment.

Mike smiled slightly and spread his hands.

"I'm sorry, I never joke.

"The reason it became four million gold coins is that you made me wait for too long.

"You have to know that a person's time is very precious."

His gaze shifted back to Jacob's face. He looked at him and added,

"If you don't make a decision soon, I will continue to raise the price.

"Remember your position. This is not a discussion with you, but a notice.

"You have no right to refuse."

Jacob and Chris's expressions became very ugly.

The two guards stood there, intending to put pressure on the human envoy.

Unexpectedly, not only did the human envoy not relent because of the pressure, he actually demanded more!

Chris, who was sitting at the table, gently touched Alves behind him.

With the table as a cover, this small action was hardly noticeable.

Alves felt the king's touch and immediately understood what he meant.

He took a step forward, took out the flintlock at his waist, and pointed it at Mike.

"Adventurer, do you really think I won't dare to kill you?"

Psst!

A stream of blood spilled out without warning, directly spraying on the round table.

Alves looked at his chest that was dyed red with blood in disbelief.

A painful feeling suddenly emerged from his throat. He stretched out his hand and held his throat tightly, hoping that he could slow down the bleeding.

Though it was useless.

As the blood drained, his face gradually turned pale, and he finally fell to the ground weakly.

The entire conference room suddenly fell silent.

Mike reached out and gently wiped off a drop of blood that had splashed on his face. He asked calmly,

"Two cities and five million gold coins.

"Who agrees and who disagrees?"