Chapter 384 Peace or War?
Black Mountain Fort, outside the military camp.
Five carriages stopped outside the camp, and rows of black holes on the wall stretched out, pointing in the direction of Domenico.
Domenico stood with several nobles and servants, the sun shining on their gold-trimmed clothes, flowing slowly along the golden lines like a river.
The sun above them exuded the fervor of summer, making their heads feel dizzy, their eyes darkened, and sweat flowed into streams behind their backs.
But they still didn't dare to relax, for fear that the holy gunmen on the wall might misunderstand.
The carriage and everything were arranged yesterday, and Domenico personally went into battle with the envoys and gifts and rushed towards Montenegro.
They first arrived at the checkpoint in front of Black Mountain Fort, where they were inspected three times by soldiers and all weapons were confiscated before arriving here.
But after waiting for almost an hour, their skin was almost peeling from the harsh sun, and Horn just didn't show up.
Just when they were about to faint from the heat, the gate of the camp finally opened slowly.
Domenico and the others immediately cheered up and put on the most gentle and polite smiles.
In the sound of neat running and dust rising, hundreds of elite Guards monks ran by without looking back, forming a basic guard formation.
However, the first person who walked out of the camp was not Horn, but Das, who was responsible for commanding the Guards to do security work.
After he made some arrangements, Shi Shiran strode towards Domenico.
"Hey, you don't want to reconcile with us, do you?" Das walked up to the defeated general with his head high and looked into his eyes sarcastically.
"Yes, I came here just to seek peace. Life is precious."
Das retorted without showing any signs of weakness: "You should talk to those farmers who died unjustly outside Black Mountain Castle. "
Ignoring Das in front of him, Domenico stretched his neck and shouted loudly towards Horn, who was walking slowly behind: "Sir Horn, I'm here to negotiate terms with you. . ”
Horn could just see Domenico at this time.
Domenico wore a close-fitting blue-black robe with wide sleeves. The aristocratic loose clothes made it impossible to see his figure.
It was in sharp contrast to Horn's all-skin-fitting coat and tall figure.
"What other conditions do you have? What other conditions?"
"Are you here to reconcile?"
"No, we are here to offer our loyalty to you ."
Jourdan, who was following, sneered loudly: "Are you kidding me at this time?"
Holding out his hand to stop Jourdan, Horn did not show any expression of surprise or joy, as if he was asking something that had nothing to do with him: "Why should I believe you?"
Domenico Silently, he just turned around, took out a box from the carriage, and walked towards Horn.
The guard next to him immediately crossed his halberds to block him, and stepped forward with his chest puffed out. Du Valon said rather rudely: "Open it, let me know, who knows if you will hide it inside." A dagger."
Putting his head out to observe Horn's expression, he saw that Shengsun had a cool and silent expression.
Domenico had no choice but to open the box and let Duvallon inspect it.
After seeing the contents of the box, Du Vallon was obviously stunned for a moment. After checking that there was no danger, he handed it over to Horn in surprise.
When he opened the box, Horn's expression didn't change much, but his eyelids twitched.
Niedersall's head was placed in a box made of sandalwood. He stared intently at Horn's face.
Horn didn't know what happened to Niedersall before he died, but in his anger, he actually saw a trace of panic.
Niedersall tried his best to escape. He searched for the sand sculpture knight for three days but could not find it. He actually died in the hands of his own people. It was really beyond Horn's surprise. Unexpected.
Niedersall is dead, but where is the vampire token engraved with the moon symbol in his hand?
"Why is there only one head?" Horn put down the wooden box in his hand, and several legion commanders around him immediately poked their heads out to take a look, and started to marvel.
Domenico was stunned when Horn asked: "The sand sculpture knight is too dangerous, we have no time to catch him alive." "What about his body?" Maybe he knew that his question was a bit weird, Horn added, "He faked his death to escape before."
"You shouldn't have faked your death if you cut off your head." Domenico stared blankly at the man in front of him. The young man with wheat-colored skin said, "We don't care about the remaining bodies. They should be burned... Your Majesty, it's too hot outside. Why don't we go in and talk?"
Horn seemed not to hear, raised his chin, and asked Du Vallon: "What is in the car? Have you checked it?"
Domenico did not wait for Du Vallon to answer. He turned around and yanked off the canvas of the first carriage.
The sun was shining, and the carriage was filled with six large boxes of gold and silver treasures.
Perhaps he was afraid that Horn would not believe it,
The most conspicuous one was a crown modeled after the crown of the King of Thousand Valleys, which was placed in the most conspicuous position.
"This is the gift given to you by the Kush Knight of Jinhe Township."
"Oh."
What does oh mean? A drop of cold sweat ran down Domenico's face, and he then pulled down the canvas from the other carriage.
This time there were only two boxes on the carriage, but these two boxes contained one box of mithril and one box of fine gold respectively.
“Oh.”
Seeing that Horn was unmoved, Domenico had no choice but to lift the canvas one by one, revealing the belongings underneath.
Medicine, silk, spices, porcelain, artwork, dragon teeth...
The four carts were full of all kinds of treasures, but Horn still did not let Domenico go into the camp to talk. meaning.
Domenico gritted his teeth and lifted up the canvas on the last carriage. This time Horn's expression finally changed: "What does this mean?"
When the contents of the carriage were clearly seen, a low exclamation of surprise immediately came from the venue.
After the canvas was lifted, a cart full of family emblems and flags were revealed. Under the family emblems and flags were all kinds of pale white heads that exuded a foul odor.
"Your Majesty, these people are foreign nobles, Leians and Frans. It is because of them that we Kushites have to go to war with each other." He cursed at the corpse as if they were enemies of life and death. , Domenico roared and whipped several times on the heads and family crests.
A human head bounced up from the whip, rolled to the ground, and rolled to Horn's feet.
"We are all Kushites. Kushites don't fight Kushites." After a few rounds, Domenico came closer, panting.
"I killed your Duke of Kush, Dane. Didn't you guys say we would fight until death with me?" Horn looked at Domenico in front of him playfully.
Domenico waved his hand righteously: "Dane is not a Kush. We have checked and found that his Norn blood is greater than his Cush blood. He is at most one-sixteenth of a Kush.
He My blood is impure and far inferior to yours. You are the Kush among the Kush, the ruler among the Kush, the ruler among the Kush, the lord of the Kush, Laiya and Fran. The Terminator of Man! ..."
The exaggerated praises were like a hymn, which made the old and rough soldiers next to them numb and look embarrassed, and some of them were even retching.
The way a nobleman flatters the Pope is no different from the way a small landowner flatters a knight or a horse. At most, it just adds a lot more tongue-in-cheek.
“…We were all deceived by the church before, and you also know the situation in Jinhe Township at that time. We were forced to make such a claim.
We sent their bodies here just to show you our determination and to gain your understanding. "After finishing this long narrative, Domenico frowned, but his heart was beating fast.
Why aren't you nervous? The young man in front of him holds the fate of the entire Langsand County in his hands. , especially since they had just been defeated, this sense of oppression was unmatched by ordinary people.
Squatting down silently, Horn used a wooden stick to pull the head and identify it for a while, then stood up with his knees: “You consider yourself a Kushite? Are you willing to convert to our Messiah religion? "
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the loyalty that we Kush people dedicate to you! "Domenico raised his head, "The Kushites have had enough of the church's rule. ”
Looking at Domenico’s face in front of him, and then looking around at the other war monks watching.
Horn closed the box in his hand: "You guys go to the palace to wait. It's too hot at noon to talk. You write a briefing to me first. Let's talk again after 3 o'clock."
Domenico’s anxious heart finally fell back into his stomach. Now it was stable. The old grandmother really guessed it right.
(End of this chapter)