Chapter 104

Chapter 104

My Empire Chapter 104

2020-11-03

Chapter 104 104 The Treaty of Humiliation

In the slightly dim conference hall, the beating flames made Alanhill Foreign Secretary Stryd come from afar Feel very uncomfortable. He uses the latest incandescent lamps in Alanhill's office, which are bright and stable, and the eyes will not feel uncomfortable for a long time.

In Serris City, many buildings have been removed from their original defense functions, and they have been converted with huge windows that allow enough sunlight to be taken in when the light is good.

In short, everything there seems to be very different from what is in front of you, even people's Essence, Qi, and Spirit seem different. Looking at the slightly bowed ministers of the Arrant Empire in front of him, Stryd felt that the workers he saw on the streets of Serris City were more energetic than them.

However, these things are not things that Stryd needs to worry about. What he has to do is to bully the weak here, and turn Alanhill's will into a yoke around the neck of the Arrant Empire.

"Mr. Stryd! Your conditions are a bit too harsh, aren't you? Although the Arrant Empire has been defeated, it may not be able to fight..." Clark hadn't recognized Stryd in front of him when they met, although the two I personally saw it once more than a year ago. He pointed his finger at the peace document in front of him and complained to Stryd.

Stryd nods this, and said in agreement: "Oh? , that's the most intuitive."

The choked Chancellor Clark opened his mouth for a while and didn't know what to say, after all, no one dared to speak like this in front of him for a long time.

A minister in charge of foreign affairs beside him reacted fairly quickly, and quickly explained: "no no no! The war has finally stopped, and we can't let it continue."

Some of the remaining ministers hurriedly opened their mouths and changed the subject, helping their prime minister to smooth things out. They took his toll on him, and managed to get Stryd to give up on the subject.

Because of the lack of news, Stryd still didn't know that a youngster named Lester led three reserve regiments and had occupied Farood. The Arrant Empire resisted desperately, and an army of 100,000 troops was annihilated in Faroud. Prince Rumbach and General Zorn fled to Tongsk, only to barely stabilize their positions.

The news came back to the Arrant Empire's royal city, Aranticus, and it was tightly blocked. Because negotiations with Alanhill were in progress, Clark was afraid that Stryd, who got the news, would intensify his demands.

Looking at Clark, the bald Stryd recalled his visit to the Imperial Chancellor. At that time, he knelt humbly in front of the prime minister, and even his voice trembled.

The Arrant Empire at that time was so powerful, so powerful that he could only look up, and even after being mocked, he didn't have the courage to show even a little bit of dissatisfaction.

However, in less than two years, he came back here again, wearing incomparably gorgeous clothes, sitting at the negotiating table, facing the man who used to be aloof and remote. He maintained a humble attitude.

Stryd suddenly has a feeling of fortune plays with people for such a change. He felt that he was really good in Alanhill, where the smell of soot filled the air, and at this moment, he thought of it with a faint fragrance.

Thinking of this, he extended the hand and touched his bald head. The middle-aged bald man looks really interesting now. Chris often jokes about his bald head - but In the eyes of the Arrant Empire, his bare head had a very ruthless charm.

"I have a gift, which we got from Alanhill. It's a very memorable thing. I hope the Chancellor will accept it." things on the negotiating table. The thing was white light and slippery, like a small dagger.

"We hit 17 giant dragons in Dragon City! This is a dragon tooth pulled from the mouth of the biggest giant dragon... Did you not see that the giant dragon has It's so big that one head can fit an entire adult." Stryd smiled and pushed the dragon's tooth in front of Chancellor Clark.

Although his words were simply not unfriendly, listening to everyone in the Arrant Empire negotiating team was full of threats and intimidation. They swallowed involuntarily, their spines bent even more.

A country that can kill a giant dragon and pull out its teeth to show off, a country that can kill a giant dragon without being avenged and perished by the Holy Demon Emperor... It is indeed not an existence that the Arrant Empire can provoke .

Prime Minister Clark looked at the dragon teeth in front of him, and also remembered the bare-headed Stryd in front of him, who didn't look like a minister but looked like a soldier, and remembered that he knelt humbly in front of him more than a year ago looks like.

Maybe at that time, if you were kinder and formed a good relationship, you wouldn't be so uncomfortable today. Unconsciously, Clark tasted a bit of bitterness at the corner of his mouth and felt an emotion called regret.

"Well, we agreed to cede all the territories north of Faroud! It's just the war reparations of 5 million gold coins that we can't get in a short time." Clark said in After a sigh in his heart, he shook his head and said.

"Alanhill's three banks can provide lending services! 5 million gold coins can be repaid in three years, and only 1.89 million gold coins need to be paid each year." A man sitting beside Stryd said with a smile received the call.

He was one of the negotiators sent by Alanhill this time, representing the banking system. Victory at this time is a capitalist carnival, everyone is waiting to make a fortune, so they just sent people they can trust to form an advisory group.

Hearing the repayment plan for the interest of more than 600,000 gold coins over three years, Clark felt his teeth aching, and he could even feel his flesh twitching. But he looked at the dragon tooth in front of him, and had to swallow all his dissatisfaction back into his stomach.

"The material compensation of 390 million catties of iron and steel a year will take a total of 3 years, including at least 90 million catties of iron, which is too harsh." Another official of the Arrant Empire Looking at the numbers in front of him, his face turned pale with anger.

How much steel does the Arrant Empire produce in a year? All to Alanhill, isn't that a joke? Not to mention 300 million, he is unwilling to hand over even 3 million catties of steel.

But the situation is stronger than people. Alanhill this time is a war that cost countless steel to win. Naturally, these materials have to be paid for by the defeated country, the Arrant Empire. If there is no profit, then the meaning of this war does not exist?

"Look clearly! We will provide technical support for your mines and guarantee your output! Isn't that enough?" Stryd pointed to the terms of the peace treaty and said with a sneer.

Alanhill needs a lot of steel, coal, rubber, and oil, all of which may not be available on Alanhill's existing land. Therefore, the exploitation of the Arrant Empire has become an inevitable thing.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Lord Stryd! We have to contribute all the kerosene output, as well as rubber and 400,000 catties of copper ore per year?" Another minister of the Arrant Empire looked at I couldn't believe my eyes when I made an appointment with an astronomical number next to each other.

"Yes, this is all our compensation claims this time. In addition to the commercial remarks clause, our requirements are still very low." Stryd looked at Clark, who was about to flip the table, nodded with a smile said.

"Unconditionally support the free trade of Alanhill merchants, and the Arrant Empire shall not arrest any Alanhill people for disposal. Alanhill people must be judged by Alanhill for crimes." Reading every clause of the treaty word by word, Clark felt that this was the A treaty of subjugation.

But he had to sign the treaty, because he knew that Alanhill's soldiers had already entered Farood, and the next step was to hit the portal of the royal city of Alanticus, Tunsk.

If these Alanhill soldiers can't be stopped, in about a month, the Arrant Empire will be thinking about moving the capital or something. Compared with the fall of most of the country, it seems that these humiliating terms are not unacceptable.

But what about the future?

Clark, as the prime minister of the Arrant Empire, naturally has a certain level. He has no greed for money now, and his brain is naturally turning fast. He was no longer thinking about what was in front of him. All he could think about now was what would happen to Arrant after the three-year deal ended.

Within three years, Alanhill's army will double or even triple, their new weapons will be more, and Arrant obviously has no support from the Holy Demon Emperor.

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid. Of course, he knows that Alanhill is only short of troops and cannot immediately annex Arrant, which gives him the opportunity to negotiate now. As long as Alanhill is ready, when the next war breaks out, the Arrant Empire will have no need for peace.

As long as Alanhill's forces continued to attack south, the Arrant Empire would fall apart in an instant, and not even the Dothan Empire could stop Alanhill's forces from heading south. In less than three months, Chris will be able to register as co-owner of mortals in his hometown of Serris City.

(end of this chapter)