"Shopkeeper, everything is here, you can check it out if there is any loss."

"No, no. Oh, this is a deposit, I'll give it back to you. Well, how about it? Do you feel okay?"

"Good, a group of guests came."

"That's good, that's good, haha..."

At noon, the fat shop owner re-owned his tavern. After chatting for a few words, he respectfully sent the two people in front of him out.

The noble's thoughts are really hard to guess... Seeing the two disappearing on the corner of the street, the fat shop owner sighed, with a bit of envy in his words.

In fact, on the way, he had come back and didn't get close. He looked at it from a distance. He saw more than a dozen luxury carriages parked in front of his inconspicuous tavern, surrounded by many brightly armored knights. In this way, the identities of these two people were naturally classified as nobles by him.

...

Next to the street, Donn and Joshia walked side by side among the crowd.

"Hu..." He sighed with a long sigh, and Joshia raised her hands high, making a gesture of pressure, and pursed her mouth, "It's true that I've been quarreling for a whole morning, but no condition was met."

"The success or failure can be determined in one go, that is kidnapping and extortion." Tang En spread his hands indifferently, "At least, you made that annoying old man embarrassed, right?"

Joshia narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Haha... I'll gain something if I say this. Well, I feel a lot of balance in my heart. Ha!"

They were talking about the situation after the negotiations in the morning. When Simpson left, he actually kicked the threshold with one foot, and rolled over with embarrassment. At this age, after sitting for so long, he was inevitably not free of blood. Of course, Joshia's contributions in it would not be small. It was precisely because of her heart-wrenching remarks that Simpson was in a mood, and his old face was in a state of congestion. The combination of the two eventually led to this "tragedy".

It can be imagined that such embarrassing things will inevitably spread in the aristocratic circle. At that time, the statement will probably become Simpson's speechlessness, lost in the negotiations, and finally stepped on the empty hand... Perhaps it was because of this situation that Simpson rolled his eyes after falling down and fainted, which caused chaos again, almost causing both sides to take action.

"By the way, then Simpson wouldn't die like that, right?" Joshia turned around and asked after gloating.

"A little sympathetic?"

"After all, it's an old man... Well, if he really dies because of this, our negotiations may not be able to continue."

"Ha, it turns out that the most toxic woman is... Don't worry, she shouldn't die."

"Yeah? How do you know?"

Shrugged, Tang En said, "I was behind at that time, there was someone... Well, that Alex is right next to me. I heard him muttering and pretending to be dizzy again. Look, those with experience will not die so easily."

"That's it..." He waved his fist, "Well. Then I will continue to work hard next time and try to make him faint again."

Expressionless. "Come on, come on..."

...

...

In the afternoon, Shanxi City Center Superior Hotel.

This is where the aristocratic negotiating team lives in Shanxi City. The reason why they do not live in the Dongcheng District, where the nobles are kindly invited by the nobles is of course for the convenience of negotiations and confidentiality. However, even so, as their identities, the hotel is covered with entire rooms and is surrounded by guards.

At this time, in front of the hotel, a middle-aged nobleman was sending a white-bearded doctor out. Then he laughed and shook his head, walked back to the empty tavern hall, as if he had remembered something, and paused, turned to the counter and said, "Cook a bowl of nourishing soup to room No. 1."

"yes!"

He kept walking through the elegantly decorated courtyard and entered the attic. Then he walked directly through Room 1, stopped in front of Room 9 at the end of the corridor, observed around, and pushed the door open and entered.

"Sir Simpson is fine, haha, I'm starting to believe what Alex said now... Isn't this old borer pretending, right?"

Old borers are a despicable term for traditional aristocrats by the new nobles. On the contrary, in the mouths of traditional aristocrats, the new nobles are hail households. (mentioned in the previous article)

"Although I would rather hope he is bedridden, it doesn't have much to do with us, right?"

The person who spoke was Ronald, and this was his room. But now there are many people gathered here. Except for Philip, basically all the new noble members in the negotiation team have arrived.

Ronald looked around and said, "Okay, let's discuss what to do while those people go to visit Simpson?"

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged nobleman said: "I have asked someone to get some news from the Northern Military Office these days. The strength of the gray-clothed army is now not low, and what is even more terrifying is its expansion speed. I think they have fully met the conditions of the new noble allies."

This is almost nonsense, but at meetings, you always have to use Xing words to lead to the next topic.

Sure enough, a younger nobleman stood up and said, "But the key is how can we reach a cooperation agreement with the gray-clothed army? You have also heard the conditions raised by the other party today. Although it has been those old borers who have been refuting, we...well, we must not agree."

In silence, the nobles present nodded silently.

The butt determines the mind, this is the reason why it is popular everywhere.

The new nobles are also nobles and vested interests. To put it bluntly, they just want to seize more power and greater voice from the traditional nobles. But some of the conditions proposed by Joshia today have fundamentally affected the lifeline of the aristocratic class. As for what Joshia said is also beneficial to the empire, etc., they also know this, but their position has determined that they must not do this. If they do it, then what Simpson said today is really not intimidation, "...If you dare to agree to such conditions, I promise you will die ugly!"

After a while of silence, Ronald still spoke: "It is impossible for them not to know this... it should be just a negotiation strategy. The land cannot be moved, but it is still possible to allow civilian children to enter the college and other conditions."

"Yeah. I think so."

"That's right! But it's very difficult, just take the fact that the children of ordinary people enter the college for example... Well, let's just say it bluntly. We are two levels of common people. If our descendants are mixed with the children of ordinary people, will they no longer respect or fear us when they grow up?"

What the aristocrat said is indeed straightforward, but the truth is that. In addition to beauty, distance will also produce a mysterious sense of prestige! Usually, aristocrats are high and civilians cannot contact them, so they will naturally guess, and unknown things are always scary. But if you live together, these common people will find that the aristocrats are just like that, similar to us, and even in some fields, they are not as good as us, etc. In this way, that mystery will naturally disappear.

"This is a problem, but it can be solved!" Ronald seemed to have considered a lot during the negotiations and said directly, "We can build another college that specializes in collecting civilian children, so that this problem does not exist."

"Good idea. I agree!"

"I also agree... Sir Ronald is worthy of being the pillar of my new nobleman!"

"That's right, that's exactly what..."

...

After waving his hand, Ronald seemed very calm, but the feeling of being praised was naturally good, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He continued: "We can do this as well for other insensitive conditions. We can always think of ways to deal with it. The key now is..."

He paused, as if he was organizing language, and then said, "Don't forget that the Second Highness is still waiting for our news. We must now let the other party accept the three votes of parliamentary resolutions... I don't think the other party will refuse this because they also have the conditions for civilians to join the regime. But how do you let the other party accept the conditions that come...disband the army?"

The three votes of the decision-making power of the parliament is what the new nobles want to get. If there is a dispute between big and small matters in the empire, the parliament needs to vote. However, traditional nobles have natural advantages and they occupy the vast majority of the parliamentary quota. The result of this vote will naturally not benefit the new noble group. After years of hard work, the new nobles have made little progress. Now that they see the power of the gray-clothed army, coupled with this great opportunity, they will naturally not let it go.

Once the two sides can successfully cooperate, the number of votes of the Gray-Clothed Army will naturally be equivalent to the new nobles, which undoubtedly increases their voice. Of course, there is a prerequisite for these beautiful prospects, that is, the Gray-Clothed Army agrees to disband the army.

"That's their foundation, it's too difficult... I really can't think of any way."

"Yes, and to put it bluntly, they may not believe us completely... they dare not disband the army at all."

"Did Your Highness say that this idea can be compromised?"

"It's hard, this is the bargaining chip for the Second Highness to operate the three votes of parliamentary resolution. If the compromise is made, it's probably difficult for the Second Highness to deal with it."

"Everyone!" Looking at the nobles who kept shaking their heads, Ronald pinched his nose, "No matter what, we always have to test it first. At least we need to know where their bottom line is?"

"That's right." The middle-aged nobleman nodded, "It is unlikely to ask the other party to agree once. At least we have to negotiate some results to report to the Second Highness, so that the people there will discuss countermeasures."

"Yeah, that's it...but these old borers are too focused on each other, how should we communicate with each other?"

"There will always be a solution, they won't stay away from each other."

"This is really hard to say..."

This is indeed a problem. It is naturally impossible for traditional aristocrats to allow the new aristocrats to reach such cooperation with the gray-clothed army, so they will definitely take strict precautions next.

After discussing for a while, the younger nobleman suddenly lit up his eyes and said, "I have an idea, Yes, how about let Philip come forward? His freedom of movement is not noticeable, and it seems to have something to do with the gray army."

"Uh...yes! Why do you say that Philip is also ours..."

"It's a good idea. But, then again, is he reliable?"

"Yeah...well, that's a problem."

"well……"

Everyone was confused, and letting Philip convey it was undoubtedly the best way. But to be honest, they really couldn't believe Philip...

In the end, Ronald stood up and made a decision: "Don't worry, let's try it! Let him convey some news first, and if it works, we will put our hopes on him."

"That's all..."

"The God of Light bless..."
Chapter completed!