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After seeing William's guarded expression, Pomona's face became even worse.

Not only are you the man who turned my face upside down, do you still want to do something to me now?

With the loss of human and food, the more she thought about it, the more annoyed Pomona became. She couldn't help but glared at William angrily.

"What do you want to do here? Even if you can beat Jibo, it's on the battlefield. If I want to do something to her now, can you stop me with your speed?"

William glanced at Pomona, who was full of anger. After thinking for a while, he found that he really couldn't stop it.

Although the [Flesh Demon Giant] is powerful, it is still a second-order profession, and its shooting speed is much lower than that of the third-order [Fighting Master].

What's more, Pomona is not an ordinary [Fighting Master]. I saw that the prompt was LV30, and it has reached the limit of this profession. If it is singled out, I am afraid that it will not necessarily beat her, so if there is a fight, it will definitely be blocked. unstoppable.

But I'm still a bodyguard. I can't stop it and just open [Cover]. As long as the people outside come in, even if I'm invincible, I won't reach Tier 4, and being surrounded by a group of Tier 1 and Tier 2 professionals is not the only thing. Can you stare?

After making sure that he and Avril were not afraid of her overturning the table, William was ready to open [cover] at any time, and began to cooperate with Avril to "bargain".

He reminded indifferently: "Lord Pomona, if you are still awake now, then I advise you not to do this, your clan is still here, if you really choose to offend Her Majesty the Queen, then this thousand I am afraid that the fate of many people will not be very good.

Also, please don't forget that not only is your clan at war with Flange, but your nominal husband has just betrayed Flange. If you want to continue talking, please sit back immediately. "

Pomona took a deep breath, and a pair of large-scale "spirits" jumped unwillingly, then snorted angrily, and sat back with a belly full of fire.

Avril looked back admiringly. In the past few years that William followed her, every time he "talked about business", he would help her "bargain the price". He was often responsible for breaking out the opponent's weaknesses, and then she would give her a slightly harsher condition than the opponent's bottom line.

"One-handed sword, one-handed honey." This is the family motto handed down by the royal family of France. Now that William's knife has been lit up, it is her turn to pour sugar water.

Avril leaned back in peace, slowly leaning on the back of the chair, as if she was leaning against someone across the back of the chair, inexplicably feeling confident.

She said softly: "Pomona, I will not forget the things you helped us before, otherwise I will not call you by your name directly, but will call you Your Excellency Pomona, or even the Marquis of Gilbert. Madam."

Pomona gave a cold snort full of resentment. Although she still didn't speak, her expression softened a lot. Although she is not very good at these things, she still understands the distance between the close and the close.

She is still the Marquise of the Warren family in name. If the woman opposite really wants to turn her face and deny her identity, she has no choice.

Seeing that Pomona's attitude had softened, Avril smiled lightly, and then said sincerely:

"You really did me a big favor before, so I won't be stingy with honor, wealth, or even title, as long as you want it, but this case is an exception. I can't agree to your conditions so easily."

Seeing that Pomona's face became anxious again, Avril reached out and pressed it out of thin air, and said calmly: "Pomona, let me ask you a question, why do you have to get this batch of food?"

"Humph! What's the reason? I think about my tribe, and of course I hope that fewer people will die."

Avril smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I think so too, I think about my country, and of course I hope they can be safe.

And the relationship of this batch of grain is too great. If I sell this batch of grain directly to you, I will risk the safety of millions of people in the Northern Principality. If it were you, would you do this? "

Pomona lowered her head and stopped talking.

She actually understood this truth, and even concealed some circumstances-she was not sure that she would be able to persuade the clan to retreat.

If the Principality of the Northern Territory can really be broken, the looted property will be enough for the clansmen to squander it for several years. Some people will definitely try to use this batch of grain as military rations and try to win a big one.

The guilty Pomona sat on the chair and bowed her head silently. Avril and William also didn't say a word, and the tent fell into awkward silence.

Seeing that everyone else was silent, the bearded cousin felt that he was about to hold back. Although he didn't really understand what he just said, Pomona's request was rejected by the queen, and he could still understand it.

In the previous Hans' view, the barbarians were the enemy. This is definitely not wrong as 1+1=2, but now a new variable has been added to this problem - Pomona~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bo Mona is equal to his wife, so Pomona's clansmen are equal to relatives, but Pomona's clansmen are barbarians, and barbarians are enemies...

Now, someone who is both a relative and an enemy may starve to death. Do you want to help me ask for mercy?

The more Hans thought about it, the more he felt a headache. It was like discovering that not only two plus two equals four, but also two times two equals four.

Fortunately, he remembered his mother's advice in time, decisively stopped the extra thinking, and chose the easiest way.

"Pray on the front, shut up on the negative; plead on the front, shut up on the negative."

The bearded cousin took the coin out of his arms, folded his hands in a pious manner, and muttered a few words that no one could understand. Then he bent and stretched his thumb and bounced the coin into the sky with all his strength.

The few people in the tent who heard the sound raised their heads and watched the coin keep flipping in the air, and then slapped through the felt cloth on the top of the tent and flew out.

……

what! my coins!

The bearded cousin stared at the felt cloth with a small hole in his eyes, patted his thigh abruptly, opened the curtain and rushed out without saying a word.

Since the master had already run away, Avril and Pomona had no choice but to look at William in confusion, and Her Majesty the Queen even gestured with their eyes, hoping that William could explain what the **** his cousin was doing and why he suddenly broke the tent. , and why do you want to run out like your **** is on fire?

William had a cold face that he didn't understand.

You ask me, who should I ask? Although they are both surnamed Vankins, these are obviously two species, okay? Can humans know why chimpanzees grow celery in chrysanthemums?