Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

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After negotiating and settling it, they would continue to fight. If they could not agree, they would continue to fight.

Kang De's words were cold and cruel.

He knew that war was terrifying.

If possible, he also wanted to avoid war and looked forward to peace arriving soon.

However, negotiations were fought, and true peace was fought.

Clearly, the elves were not in pain. They had not fully realized the seriousness of the problem—or rather, the pro-war faction who controlled the situation in the elves' politics had not given up.

Otherwise, they would not have sent such a Grand Duke.

He was sent by the Elven Council to collect the corpses under the pressure of public opinion. Although he looked very rational and friendly, his high and mighty attitude could not be concealed, and he did not have a deep understanding of the essence of this war… He probably felt that this war was righteous.

To be honest, if it was a tense, stern, rational, and cold-blooded military officer who came, Kang De would instead feel that there was hope for peace. He would patiently grind with the other party and test his strength. This was because the military party might really want to talk—perhaps.

However, it was only such an innocent gigolo…

Of course, he would bully them and cry first. He would probe their background and let the elves understand the situation.

If the negotiation failed, so be it.

—What, if the negotiation failed, it meant that they had to continue fighting?

No, no, no, that was not the case. There was no cause and effect between continuing to fight and negotiating with such an unofficial meeting. If the elves wanted to continue fighting, it was useless to argue here. If the elves did not want to fight anymore, if he bullied a Duke, two more would come.

It was not important who came at all, nor was it important how they talked.

Most importantly, Kang De had to show his toughness and attitude. He would definitely not do that. He would not give the other party any face, nor would he take any threat from him. He would not be interested in the so-called exchange, compromise, agreement, and so on. He would always carry out the strategic deterrence of changing sides.

—If you continue to fight, I'll kill you. If you destroy Goethe, I'll tear down your hometown.

When necessary, he had to hurt the elf a second time.

After running through the train of thought he had discussed with Hong San in his mind, Kang De still maintained a fierce and unyielding expression and stared fiercely at Duke Tagris.

—D*mn, the more I look at this gigolo, the more familiar he looks. Where have I seen him?

At this moment, Duke Tiling's expression changed.

He left with a flick of his sleeve and turned hostile. He mocked and provoked him and even attacked directly. Kang De had already made all the plans and arranged a large number of backup plans. The multinational reporter team was one of the countermeasures.

Then, he saw Prince Tagris' mouth purse slightly.

Tears began to fall from his beautiful and deep emerald green eyes.

…Hmm????

Wait, stop. What was going on?

Hey, hey, hey, the so-called crying from bullying was only an exaggeration. Where did this child come from?

What the f*ck was going on?

At this moment, Kang De was stunned, and so was Hong San. This could f*cking be recorded in the history books. The greatest failure at the negotiation venue had unfolded—it was even more terrifying than a certain Goethe Prince Consort raising his hand at the beginning.

He was actually crying!

Even Elandir was stunned. The Elven Sage looked at Duke Tiling's tears in extremely exaggerated shock and was stunned for a full three seconds.

Then, he reacted and said anxiously, "Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Tears rolled down Tagris's face like beads. He raised his hand and pointed at Kang De, his tone sobbing, "How can you, human, do this?!"

—F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. Is this an elf?

At this moment, even with Kang De's thick skin, he was very embarrassed. This gigolo was relatively effeminate and extremely handsome, even a hundred times more handsome than Kun. Such a tearful cry was really a little scary, and even Kang De felt a trace of guilt.

—Wait, why should I feel guilty?

Kang De looked at Hong San in surprise. This was the dignified Duke of Tiling, the Empress's brother. He cried no matter what. Could it be that he had always been like this? Was he Liu Bei?

Hong San was also extremely shocked and stunned.

On the other hand, Tagris' accusation continued, "I… I finally asked Her Majesty for her approval to let me be the envoy. I don't like war. I like peace. It's the same for Her Majesty. We all hope that this war has the possibility of ending as soon as possible and that this conversation will be a good start. I clearly had such thoughts and such a mood and was even prepared to be humiliated by you, but you actually…"

His eyes were red from crying, and he looked even more pitiful, "You actually scolded my sister!"

Kang De felt even more awkward.

Seeing that Kang De was at a loss, Tagris cried and cursed again, "You bad human!"

"…"

The corners of Elandir's eyes twitched violently. He whispered, "Your Highness!"

Tagris looked at him with tears in his eyes. "Elandir! Help me scold him!"

The two perfectly trimmed and beautifully shaped eyebrows of the Elven Sage were twisted and entangled. It could be seen that the Japanese feeling in his heart was not inferior to Kang De's. Elandir took a deep breath and looked at him, "Your Highness Kang De, you're indeed a little too much."

Tagris sobbed and shouted in a low voice, "It's not enough! It's not enough!"

"—Enough!"

Kang De suddenly shouted.

Duke Tiling trembled in fear and even forgot to cry.

"Why are you crying? What's the point of crying?!" Kang De shouted, "Didn't you say that you wanted peace? We can talk. Come, let's talk. At most, I'll give you a discount."

As Tagris wiped his tears with his sleeve, he whispered, "I'm done with negotiations!"

Kang De glared at him and said, "In other words, it doesn't matter how many elves die in the future if you give up on the peace negotiation because of your own hatred?"

"I…"

A trace of anger flashed through the depths of Tagris' eyes, then he said fiercely, "Apologize!"

Kang De exhaled. "I'm sorry, Brother."

"Apologize to my sister!"

Kang De shrugged indifferently. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that I wanted to f*ck your sister."

When Tagris heard this, he said angrily, "…Why are you still saying it?!"

His slightly angry frown and a few tears on his face stunned Kang De.

At this moment, Elandir's tone became heavier. "Your… Highness."

Duke Tiling's expression turned cold and he immediately restrained his expression.

The Elven Sage revealed a regretful expression. His subconscious frown made him look a little troubled. Elandir looked at Kang De, "Do you plan to let Duke Tiling sleep in the wilderness?"

"…Hong San, call the carriage."

Kang De waved his hand and sighed, "What's going on? It's almost dark. Please enter the city."

The Cathayan gestured behind him. Naturally, someone gave the order. Hong San did things in an orderly manner. In order to prepare for emergencies, a batch of carriages had long been prepared. At this moment, they rumbled out of the city.

Elandir first escorted Duke Tiling into the carriage. Then, he assigned more than ten elves to manage the phoenix and the other spirit beasts and did not enter the city. Only then did the remaining elves get into the carriage one after another.

Hong San waved his hand and the convoy drove into the city, raising dust.

Kang De and Hong San stood at the back and watched the convoy drive into the city with strange expressions.

Kang De muttered, "D*mn, I still haven't reacted to what happened. The plan really doesn't change as quickly… There's actually such a move?"

Hong San's confusion had yet to dissipate. "I thought even elves wanted their reputation. Does he not want it?"

It was really unexpected.

All of Kang De's previous words, attitude, expression control, and even tone were extremely perfect. He put on the appearance of a natural battle maniac and pressed forward step by step. Hong San paid close attention to the change in the other party's expression. This was originally a cooperative test.

Did Duke Tagris purely come to collect the corpse, or did he have another mission or task? Under extreme pressure, the other party's micro-expression change could reveal enough information.

However, it could actually… break through like this?

Kang De touched his chin. "I suspect he's pretending to cry…"

Hong San sighed. "So what? You can't do anything unless you cry along with him."

"I don't have such acting skills. Speaking of which, why aren't you crying?" Kang De glared at him and said, "I gave you a look just now. If you cried with me, I wouldn't be so embarrassed and passive."

"I can't cry either."

"Nonsense. A few days ago, a few times, you cried so well in front of me and Nick."

"—Your Highness!"

Hong San's voice rose an octave. He looked at Kang De with a cold gaze and said seriously, "Let me ask… you didn't take it, right?"

Kang De pretended to be stupid and said, "What?"

Hong San pointed at Kang De's chest pocket. The camera of his phone was revealed.

After experiencing a lot and missing a lot, now, he had to turn on the recording mode every time something big happened and wait to retrieve the video. The current Kang De already had such an awareness.

It was completely a habit.

"No, no. At that time, I didn't expect you to recover. Why did you film that?" Kang De took out his phone and clicked to stop the recording. Then, he looked at Hong San innocently. "Look at my pure gaze."

Hong San sighed helplessly.

Kang De lowered his head and opened the replay. Tagris' tear-stained appearance appeared on the screen.

He sneered, "Sissy, you're in my hands. If it's fake, I'll make you famous."

Hong San looked up into the distance and tried his best to convince himself not to associate His Highness's words as a threat.

He did not have much hope that this video could be useful. He thought of another problem.

Looking at the convoy that gradually left, Hong San muttered, "If he's pretending, then the so-called willingness to negotiate and the beginning of the peace negotiation… are very meaningful. Your Highness, what do you think?"

"What do I think?"

Kang De put away his phone, then narrowed his eyes. "He looks like a girl to me."

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