When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#385 - Peace or war?

Black Mountain Fortress, outside the military camp.

Five carriages were parked outside the encampment, rows of dark muzzles protruding from the walls, pointing towards Domenico.

Domenico and several nobles, along with their servants, stood there, the sunlight illuminating the gold-threaded edges of their clothes, flowing slowly along the river-like golden lines.

The sun above radiated the fervor of summer, making their heads spin and their vision blur, sweat streaming down their backs like rivulets.

Yet, they dared not relax their posture, fearing some misunderstanding from the holy gunners on the walls.

Having arranged the carriages and everything else yesterday, Domenico personally led the envoy and gifts, heading towards Black Mountain.

They first arrived at the checkpoint before Black Mountain Fortress, where they were inspected three times, and all their weapons were confiscated before they reached this place.

But after waiting for nearly an hour, they were almost sunburnt under the scorching sun, yet Hohn still hadn't appeared.

Just as they were about to faint from the heat, the gates of the encampment finally creaked open.

Domenico and the others immediately perked up, putting on their most gentle and polite smiles.

In the sound of neat footsteps, dust rose as hundreds of elite Guards Monks ran past with unwavering gazes, forming a basic protective formation.

However, the first to emerge from the encampment gate was not Hohn, but Das, who was in charge of directing the Guards for security.

After arranging a few things, he strode confidently towards Domenico.

"Heh, you wouldn't be thinking of reconciling with us, would you?" Standing tall before his defeated foe, Das mocked, looking him straight in the eye.

"Yes, I have come to seek peace; life is precious."

Das retorted without backing down, "Tell that to the innocent farmers who died unjustly outside Black Mountain Fortress."

Ignoring Das before him, Domenico craned his neck and shouted towards Hohn, who was slowly walking over from behind, "Lord Hohn, I have come to discuss terms with you."

At this moment, Hohn could see Domenico clearly.

Domenico was wearing a close-fitting blue-black wide-sleeved outer robe, the loose-fitting noble attire concealing his figure.

This formed a stark contrast to Hohn's side, with their uniformly close-fitting clothes and upright figures.

"What terms do you have? What terms do you have?"

"Have you come to reconcile?"

"No, we have come to offer you our loyalty."

Juirdan, who had followed, stood to the side and scoffed loudly, "At this time? Are you joking?"

Holding back Juirdan with a hand, Hohn showed no surprise or joy, as if asking about something that had nothing to do with him, "Why should I believe you?"

Domenico remained silent, simply turning around, taking a box from the carriage, and walking towards Hohn.

The guards beside him immediately crossed their halberds to block him, stepping forward with chests puffed out, Duvaron saying quite rudely, "Open it, let me see, who knows if you've hidden a dagger inside."

Peeking his head out to observe Hohn's expression, seeing the Holy Grandson with a cool, silent expression.

Domenico had no choice but to open the box, allowing Duvaron to inspect it.

Seeing what was in the box, Duvaron was clearly stunned at first, and after checking that there was no danger, he handed it over to Hohn with a啧啧sound.

Opening the box, Hohn didn't show much change in expression, only his eyelids twitched slightly.

Inside the sandalwood box, Nidsal's head was placed, his eyes staring unblinkingly, fixed on Hohn's face.

Hohn didn't know what Nidsal had encountered before his death, but in his anger, he actually saw a hint of terror.

Nidsal, who had escaped with great effort, the sand sculpture knight he had been searching for for three days, had actually died at the hands of his own people, which was really beyond Hohn's expectations.

Nidsal's death was his death, but where did the vampire token engraved with the moon god symbol in his palm go?

"Why is there only a head?" Hohn put down the wooden box in his hand, and several legion commanders immediately poked their heads out to look,嘖嘖sounded following each other.

Domenico was stunned by Hohn's question, "The sand sculpture knight was too dangerous, we didn't have time to capture him alive."

"Then where is his body?" Perhaps knowing that his question was a bit strange, Hohn added, "He previously feigned death to escape."

"Cutting off his head should prevent him from feigning death, right?" Domenico stared blankly at the wheat-skinned youth before him, "We didn't care about the rest of the body, it should have been burned... Your Grace, it's too hot out here, why don't we go inside to talk?"

Hohn seemed not to hear, raising his chin and asking Duvaron, "What's on those carriages? Have you checked them?"

Before Duvaron could answer, Domenico turned around and abruptly pulled down the canvas of the first carriage.

Sunlight shone in, the carriage filled with six large boxes of gold and silver treasures.

Perhaps afraid that Hohn wouldn't believe him,

The most conspicuous of these was a crown modeled after the crown of the King of Thousand River Valley, placed in the most prominent position.

"This is the gift that the Kush Knights of Golden River Township send to you."

"Oh."

What does oh mean? A drop of cold sweat ran down Domenico's face, he then pulled down the canvas on another carriage.

This time the carriage only contained two boxes, but these two boxes contained a box of mithril and a box of fine gold respectively.

"Oh."

Seeing that Hohn was unmoved, Domenico had to open the canvas on one carriage after another, revealing the treasures below.

Medicinal herbs, silk, spices, porcelain, works of art, dragon teeth...

Four carriages were fully loaded with various treasures, but Hohn still didn't intend to let Domenico enter the camp to talk.

Domenico gritted his teeth and opened the canvas on the last carriage, this time Hohn's expression finally changed: "What does this mean?"

When they saw what was in the carriage, a low exclamation immediately came from the field.

After the canvas was lifted, a carriage full of family crests and flags was revealed, and under those family crests and flags were all kinds of pale heads emitting a stench.

"Your Grace, these people are all foreign nobles, Lears, Franks, it is because of them that we Kush have no choice but to fight each other." As if they were mortal enemies, Domenico cursed at the corpses and lashed several whips at the heads and family crests.

A head was knocked up by this whip and rolled to the ground, rolling to Hohn's feet.

"We are all Kush, Kush don't fight Kush." After whipping for a few rounds, Domenico walked up to him panting.

"I killed your Kush Duke Danne, didn't you say before that you would never die with me?" Hohn looked playfully at Domenico before him.

Domenico waved his hand with great righteousness: "Danne is not a Kush, we have checked, his Norn bloodline is greater than his Kush bloodline, at most he is one-sixteenth of a Kush.

His bloodline is impure, far worse than yours, you are the Kush among the Kush, the dominator among the Kush, the ruler among the Kush, the lord of the Kush, the terminator of the Lears and Franks!..."

The exaggerated praise, like singing poetry, made the rough soldiers next to him feel numb, embarrassed, and some were even gagging.

It turns out that the way a great noble flatters the Pope is no different from the way a small landlord flatters a knight, except that there are many more trills.

"...We were all blinded by the church before, and you also know the situation in Golden River Township at that time, we were forced to make such a declaration.

We sent their bodies here to show you our determination and obtain your understanding." After saying this long string of narratives, Domenico blushed, but his heart was pounding.

How could he not be nervous? The youth before him held the fate of the entire Langsand County in his hands, especially since they had just been defeated, this sense of oppression was unparalleled.

Squatting down silently, Hohn poked at the heads with a wooden stick to identify them for a while, before standing up with his knees supported: "Do you consider yourself a Kush? Are you willing to convert to our Saintly Path Mesira religion?"

"Yes, Your Grace, this is the loyalty that we Kush offer to you!" Domenico raised his head, "The Kush have had enough of the church's rule."

Looking at Domenico's face before him, and looking around at the other war monks watching.

Hohn closed the box in his hand: "You guys go to the palace to wait first, it's too hot at noon, it's not suitable for talking, write me a brief first, after 3 o'clock, we'll talk again."

Domenico's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach, this is stable, grandmother really didn't guess wrong.