Nicol Bolas was silent for a moment, and finally said: "That's impossible, don't think that I don't know what you are planning. Show some sincerity, don't think of me as a fool." The urgent desire to regain freedom finally

Gaining the upper hand, the importance of that thing made her suppress the anger in her heart, and her tone softened accordingly.

And this sentence made Fang Yu understand that his previous efforts were not in vain.

He then got up from the ground, coughed twice while pressing his chest, and replied: "Ahem, the sincerity is mutual, Ms. Nicol Bolas."

Of course, the reason he made jokes before was not to show off his stupidity, but to make the other party realize that he was also a threat to her.

After his trip to the Elf Ruins, he had already realized that the principle of trading is equality, and a completely weak party is not qualified to negotiate terms with a strong party. Because rather than being reasonable, people's first instinct is to choose to believe in their own power.

The woman in front of him was far more powerful than the giant dragon transformed from the dragon's horns that he had seen at Traveler's Rest. The strength gap between the two parties was even difficult to describe. This is like saying that you can't compare dust with the big dragon.

It's like comparing them because the two themselves are not on the same level.

But power is not just about the display of strength, there are many other things that can be relied on. For example, public opinion, fame, belief and recognition, etc. are all invisible and intangible, illusory products. It is difficult for him to reach the same level as Nico in terms of strength.

He is on par with Bolas, but on the other hand, he can take advantage of his opponent's obsession.

The other party has been bound in this illusion for thirty years. It can be imagined that she is eager to regain her freedom day after day, and this possibility is now combined with the small package Mazak gave him.

things are connected together.

For some special reason, it seems that she can't take this thing away from him, and even if she kills him, it may not be successful due to Aitaria's special rules.

Fang Yu was betting that she didn't dare to make this decision easily, so she said those words to increase the burden of her judgment.

And he succeeded.

The two were back on the same starting line at this moment, and he could even further cautiously test it.

His mind was fully activated, just like when he was analyzing the classic tasks completed by major guilds in the community in the early years. The previous clues, logic and connections were clearly presented in his mind at this moment.

He certainly never had any hope that Nicol Bolas would actually show mercy to others.

He knows very well what the Dark Dragon is.

Nicol Bolas looked at him with a cold expression, feeling disgusted in his heart, but he had to speak: "You mean, you want to bargain with me?"

Not far away, Tianlan also gently shook Jita's little hand. Jita raised her head and looked at her curiously. The little French girl quietly opened a light page and typed on it when no one was paying attention:

"Brother Ed is half the battle."

"Why?" Jita was a little curious.

"The most important thing in negotiations is to let the other party enter the field in which they are good. Nicol Bolas giving up force is equivalent to giving up his greatest advantage."

Jita realized something: "But Mr. Mazak said that Nicol Bolas is also a cunning black dragon. Can Brother Eddard really deceive her?"

As a negotiator, Tianlan narrowed her eyes with interest. "It's not important. Brother Ed may be a little stupider, but the gap in this field is far less obvious than in the field of strength. More importantly, I think Brother Ed must be

There is another way."

Jita is slightly silent. Unlike the carefree Tianlan, she only has a small goal in her heart, which is to follow in her brother's footsteps and become a true chosen one.

But she asked herself, could she really stand out from such a fierce battle? Like Luo Yu, she had never dared to have such confidence. Who could?

She looked at the young man talking eloquently, and suddenly felt some envy and admiration in her heart. Maybe that was the person who was truly chasing his dreams, and nothing could stop him.

Whether it's a star gate or a dark dragon.

But Fang Plover did have another way.

Of course, he understands that it is not wise to compete with a dark dragon in terms of brains, but in the field of negotiation, brains are not everything. More importantly, the information is poor.

What he faced was a vision of Nicol Bolas from thirty years ago.

On the other hand, Nicol Bolas was facing himself from thirty years later. He knew the history of these thirty years, but the other party did not know what happened thirty years later.

A simple truth: Thirty years ago, there were no chosen ones in this world.

He pretended to be hesitant and replied: "Lady Nicol Bolas, if you don't even give me a chance to bargain, how can I trust your sincerity?"

"Sincerity?" Nicol Bolas wanted to tear up the word and burn it into ashes. Why would she show sincerity to a mere mortal? But she still had to grit her teeth and said: "Okay, but everyone must be treated with sincerity."

It's impossible to send it out, and it's best not to let me hear such a stupid request again."

"Then I'll tell the truth." Fang Yu carefully considered his words. "Half of the people, you send half of the people out, and keep the rest as hostages. You can send us out after the transaction is completed."

Nicol Bolas shook his head stiffly: "No way."

"Those two people?"

"It can't be done."

"one person?"

"No way."

Fang Yu sighed, looked at the other party with a little regret, spread his hands and said: "Ms. Nicol Bolas, how do you expect me to trust you?"

Nicol Bolas's face almost lost its expression. She bit her lip and held it in for a long time before she could say one sentence: "Besides this, I have another request."

At a moment when almost no one noticed it, Fang Plover narrowed his eyes slightly.

Only Sylvester looked at this scene and smiled softly.

Fang Yu thought for a moment, and then said: "Then I hope Ms. Nicol Bolas can escort my people to the city hall and find a way to leave this place there."

Nicol Bolas was so angry that he was shaking all over. He gritted his silver teeth and answered almost word by word: "No."

"Two people?"

"..."

"one person?"

"That's enough," Nicol Bolas interrupted angrily. "Are you trying to cause trouble for me?"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Huh?"

Nicol Bolas seemed to realize his gaffe, and then he fell silent, closed his mouth, and looked at him without saying a word. After a while, he spoke again: "Besides this, let's have another one.

Require."

"Lady Nicol Bolas..."

"I know, but shut up." She looked at Fang Plover with lustful golden eyes: "I said, besides this, make another request."

"Okay then," Fang Plover sighed, as if giving in again: "Then I ask to be simpler and let everyone else leave the square."

"You said everyone?" Nicol Bolas snorted.

"Ms. Nicol Bolas, I have repeatedly given in. How about we go back to the previous conditions?" Fang Pliance deliberately threatened: "Or we will break up and let you kill us?"

Nicol Bolas was silent for a while, the killing intent in his heart ebbing and flowing with this rare opportunity. Sometimes he was hard-hearted, and sometimes he was soft-hearted, but in the end he chose to compromise.

She let out a small breath.

As long as they get that thing, there is always a chance. And even if this damn human being goes back on his word, at least these people can't get out of the illusion.

She grinded her teeth before spitting out two words: "Okay."

Fang Yu was determined, but he did not dare to show a relaxed expression on his face. He only nodded to Nicol Bolas and saluted, and immediately found others.

After other people gathered in the square, it was a pity that Hansen and his men had gone somewhere long ago, and Hu Di was nowhere to be seen.

And Aitila looked very worried, looking at Fang Plover as if she was looking at her departing brother. When she thought about her failure to prevent all that from happening, her heart was full of gloom.

Nicol Bolas, the Dragon Cult, these heart-wrenching things have surfaced again, and the scene before me is like a repeat of the past.

She was silent for a while and then said to Fang Plover: "Ed, you and I will stay."

But Fang Yu didn't hear the implication of her words at all, and just shook his head: "No need." At this time, the young man seemed extremely decisive, and he seemed to be completely different in front of Miss Scarpe.

"Don't worry about me, Miss Attila, I can resurrect you."

The elf girl didn't say much, she just looked at him with a melancholy expression.

"Brother Ed, aren't you going to give her something?" Tian Lan was startled and typed in the chat box.

Fang Plover then turned back and glanced in that direction, and sure enough she saw Nicol Bolas paying attention to them with his ears raised. With her perceptual ability, they could clearly see clearly from this distance even if they were communicating through lip language.

But it's a pity that this dragon lady doesn't know that there is something called the Chosen One System.

He then nodded and typed: "I have my own arrangements."

"Where should we wait for you?" Sylvide asked concisely.

Fang Yu turned around in surprise and looked at the noble girl.

The latter smiled slightly at him, his light blue eyes full of trust, as if he had no doubt that he would eventually escape danger and come to join them.

But he thought about it and said only four words: "Follow Tianlan."

Then he typed a line of text for the little French girl: "Go to the town hall."

"Why there?" Tian Lan asked curiously.

Jita also looked at him.

"Because I guess, she can't go to the city hall." A line of text appeared in the chat box.

"What!?" Tian Lan was shocked: "How do you know, Brother Ed?"
To be continued...