Chapter 6 National Power [3]

"This area belongs to the plain area, with not many rivers and an area of 17,000 square kilometers, which can be said to be very vast. If it is won, it will be a very good charge for the Normans who have a large number of cavalry, which is conducive to their offensive posture, but how can they give up now? Unbelievable. It's just that opening a port is far more important than land?

Bartley Sean thought to himself, and he didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. The white beard seemed to be a little curly, frowning, his fat chin shaking the fat, and his eyes were full of doubts.

He turned his eyes to the left and right deputy envoys, but from their eyes, what they saw was only confusion and confusion. They didn't know what the Normans were going to do. All this looks incredible. Crockerdale, who was sitting on the opposite end, turned the wrench on his little finger. He seemed to be very calm and couldn't see what was in his mind, but anyway, it was a little abnormal, at least in the eyes of these guys, it was very abnormal, wasn't it?

"Your Baron, with all due respect, shouldn't this area be very important to you?" After thinking about it, Bartley Sean asked his doubts directly. This is a relatively old and spicy method. In many cases, it is in this way that it is effective. After all, it will be silly to say nothing.

One thing that is obvious is that Crockerdale, these Normans, are obviously very stubborn and straightforward. In this world, there are some people who are so straightforward. Those roundabout things have no meaning at all.

"Oh? It seems that the count is very skeptical of His Majesty's decision. Humph, that's good, that's good!" Crokdale nodded and was very proud: "It seems that the count's suspicion is still very good. Not bad! In fact, in our current situation, giving up the vast area in the south is undoubtedly giving up a good offensive buffer zone. At the same time, it is also a grain-producing area. It is simply crazy to give up. However, we have no reason to master a seemingly calm place where the undercurrent is actually surging. The Minsk people here are not so easy to subdue.

Looking at the gradual vigilance in Bartley Sean's eyes, Crokdale was a little nervous, but he still looked indifferent: "In fact, this area is not so indispensable for us. Sometimes, we still need a little space in exchange for time. Er... Maybe the count doesn't quite understand what he said, but I don't intend to explain it too clearly. It's just one sentence: This decision is decided by His Majesty. No one can change it. Maybe you can call it the lucky day of painstaking efforts**?"

In the face of Crockerdale's joke, Bartley Sean directly ignored it and thought about it: this matter, no matter to anyone, seemed to be a good thing. At least, I can still seize some land in the negotiations with the Normans, so it seems that a lot of people will support me. You know, the land is lost in the hands of the princes, and I can take back some, which is enough to prove my ability. Well... In this way, my influence seems to increase a lot. This is really a good opportunity.

"Well, I think this condition is very attractive, and I have no reason to refuse. Baron, I don't think it's too difficult to open a port and trade. At the same time, I think it's acceptable if it's tax-free. It's a very cost-effective deal to get the ownership of a piece of land, isn't it?

Bartley Sean tried to make himself not so excited, but he was talking about him. This kind of frivolity betrayed his excitement in an instant. Fortunately, it was not so horrible. Crockerdale saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart. Secretly: This Bartley Sean looks quite imposing, but it turns out to be a straw bag. It seems that the interior of this huge empire has rotted to the root, and there is no future.

It's just... This negotiation is actually a guy with no reputation. It seems that those big shots think that the negotiation will end in shame, so they give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it's a pity that sometimes they still have to seize the opportunity.

Crockerdale thought for a moment: It seems that the major forces in the empire will not be involved. At most, they will wave the flag and shout when the contract is signed. To a large extent, this is a very safe means, but if the reputation of the old guy explodes, he can also divert his sight and blind him. The poor people in this city are the best way.

"It seems that the muddy water in this imperial capital is much worse than I thought. Even if His Majesty has warned me in advance that this is a pool of stagnant water, I feel this sense of powerlessness when I am really in the center. However, fortunately, we are people who are free from this system, otherwise, we will be distorted by this rigid system.

While celebrating, Crockerdale also admires his decision in those years. A decision can indeed determine a lot of things, such as the future, such as some stories from a long time ago. But anyway, it's just a simple thing.

It's decided, it's decided.

The majesty of the country can let the enemy be influenced in a momentum atmosphere, which shows that the country no longer needs to prove some things through force. It is enough to mention things like war. But the accumulation of the past may be a thousand years, perhaps five hundred years, perhaps ten years, or a year or even a month or even a moment. But that doesn't matter. Just like when Crokdale left the royal capital of Tamsalu, His Majesty King Tagus I joked: "A certain month, a certain day of a certain year, in an unknown place, you have become famous and become a hero. Then, the majesty of the country is even more. Come on, work hard. Damn it!"

That's all. What has been decided, done, even if it doesn't succeed, it's nothing.

"Well, count, I think we can continue to discuss the control of most areas of the Hedong Corridor." Crockerdale sneered. The expression was full of pride and excitement, which was like a tiger suddenly full, so he didn't want to slaughter the last live rabbit, so he let it go.

The rabbit was still very happy and thought it was his own credit, but he didn't know that once the tiger was hungry, it would still eat it.

Bartley Sean is an old and stupid fat rabbit. He runs slowly and has no consciousness. He always thinks that he has relied on his strength to get rid of the tiger, but he doesn't know that it's just a game. For the tiger, it is true.

"I think there is only one place that is controversial." Bartley Sean coughed and blushed. Although he wanted to talk about most of the areas bluntly, when he saw Crockerdale's sarcasm and disdare, he knew that such words were useless and had to give up.

Many circles and forks were drawn on the area. I stared at a certain place, pointed to one of them and said, "It's here, the capital of the Minsk Autonomous Territory, Minsk City, here, I think you shouldn't take it like this. It doesn't make sense in terms of geographical location or strategic deployment. Why is it stuck?

Crockerdale picked up a glass of water from the table, drank it slowly, and then smiled: "I think the only explanation is that my Majesty likes this place more."

Crockerdale replied calmly.

This answer made Bartley Sean stunned, as if he had been slapped on his face.

"What! What is this..."

Bartley Sean was about to argue about something, but before he could say it, he saw Crockerdale reaching out to stop him, and then Shiran said, "I think I have another plan to solve this problem."

After saying that, Crockerdale snapped his finger, and an adjutant behind him immediately took a step forward, took a copy from his armpit and handed it over to Crockerdale's hand. Crockerdale flipped one. Crockerdale threw one of its copies in front of Bartley Sean, and more than a dozen copies were circulated. These people were all Stunned. Obviously, the content is very surprising.

"What?! Rent? What is this?!"

Bartley Sean was extremely frightened.

"Don't you understand? We can choose to rent Minsk City for a hundred years, and then return it to your country after a hundred years. It's very simple and easy to understand, isn't it? I don't think there should be any problem!"

Crockerdale spread his hands and said with a calm smile.

"What kind of nature is this?" Bartley Shawn restrained his impulse and asked coldly.

Crokdale smiled and said, "Oh, you can understand that we rented Minsk City, just like a cow, a horse and a knife. After a hundred years, the whole city is still yours. We patted our buttocks and left. What did we add and build? As long as it is the urban structure, it will be returned. It's yours. It's a very cost-effective and simple thing, isn't it? At least, you don't need to carry too many charges of ceding land, and you can also see the traces of your hard work. It's the best of both.

rubbing his hands, Crockerdale seemed to be very happy. This feeling made him very comfortable.

It seemed that he struggled for a while, and the discussion was loud, but soon, Bartley Sean put his hands on the table and said with burning eyes, "I agree!"

So far, the 17-day negotiations between the two countries are over!