Chapter 384 Peace or War?

Black Mountain Fort, outside the military camp.

Five carriages were parked outside the camp, and rows of black gun muzzles were extended from the walls, pointing in the direction of Domenico.

Domenico, several nobles and servants stood there, the sunlight shining on their clothes trimmed with gold thread, flowing slowly along the golden line like a river.

The sun above their heads exuded the heat of summer, making their heads dizzy and their eyes dark, and sweat flowed into small streams on their backs.

But they still didn't dare to relax, for fear that the holy musketeers on the wall would misunderstand them.

The carriage and everything were arranged yesterday, and Domenico personally led the envoys and gifts to Montenegro.

They first arrived at the checkpoint in front of Black Mountain Castle, where they were checked three times by the soldiers and all their weapons were confiscated before they arrived here.

But they had been waiting for nearly an hour, and their skin was almost peeling from the scorching sun, but Horn still hadn't shown up.

Just when they were about to faint from the heat, the gate of the camp finally slowly opened.

Domenico and the others immediately perked up and put on their gentlest and polite smiles.

Amid the sound of orderly running, dust was raised, and hundreds of elite guards ran past without looking around, forming a basic guard formation.

However, the first person to walk out of the camp gate was not Horn, but Das, who was in charge of commanding the guards to do security work.

After he had made some arrangements, he strode slowly towards Domenico.

"Hey, you don't want to reconcile with us, do you?" Das strode up to the defeated opponent and looked him in the eyes sarcastically.

"Yes, I came here to seek peace. Life is precious."

Das retorted without showing any weakness: "You can tell this to those farmers who died unjustly outside Black Mountain Castle."

Ignoring Das in front of him, Domenico stretched his neck and shouted to Horn who was walking slowly behind him: "Sir Horn, I am here to negotiate with you."

Horn was just able to see Domenico at this time.

Domenico was wearing a tight-fitting blue-black robe with wide sleeves. The loose, aristocratic clothes made it difficult to see his body shape.

This formed a sharp contrast with Horn's tight-fitting outer clothes and tall stature.

"What other conditions do you have? What other conditions do you have?"

"Are you here to make peace?"

"No, we are here to pay our loyalty to you."

Zhu Erdan, who had followed, stood to the side and sneered loudly: "At this time? Are you kidding?"

Reaching out to stop Jourdan, Horn showed no surprise or joy, as if he was asking something that had nothing to do with him: "Why should I trust you?"

Domenico said nothing, but turned around, took a box out of the carriage, and walked towards Horn.

The guards beside him immediately blocked him with their halberds. Duvalon stepped forward with his chest puffed out. He said rather rudely, "Open it and let me have a look. Who knows if you have hidden a dagger in there?"

I poked my head out to observe Horn's expression and saw that Shengsun had a cool and silent expression.

Domenico had no choice but to open the box and let Duvalon check it.

After seeing what was in the box, Du Valon was obviously stunned at first. After checking that there was no danger, he handed it to Horn with amazement.

After opening the box, Horn's expression didn't change much, only his eyelids twitched.

In the sandalwood box, Niedsal's head was placed, his eyes wide open, staring at Horn's face.

Horn didn't know what happened to Niedsal before his death, but in his anger, he actually saw a hint of fear.

Niedsal, who had escaped with great difficulty, and the Stupid Knight, whom Horn had been searching for for three days in vain, actually died at the hands of his own people. This was really beyond Horn's expectation.

Nedsal is dead, but where did the vampire token engraved with the moon symbol in his hand go?

"Why is there only one head?" Horn put down the wooden box in his hand. Several legion commanders around him immediately poked their heads out to look, and then began to marvel at it.

Domenico was stunned by Horn's question: "The Sand Sculpture Knight is too dangerous. We didn't have time to catch him alive." "What about his body?" Perhaps knowing that his question was a bit strange, Horn added, "He faked his death and escaped."

"It shouldn't be fake death if the head is chopped off." Domenico stared blankly at the wheat-skinned young man in front of him, "We didn't take care of the rest of the body, it should have been burned... Your Majesty, it's too hot outside, why don't we go inside and talk?"

Horn seemed not to have heard it, raised his chin, and asked Duvalon: "What's in the car? Have you checked it?"

Without waiting for Duvalon's reply, Domenico turned and yanked down the canvas of the first carriage.

The sun was shining, and the carriage was filled with six large boxes of gold, silver and treasures.

Maybe he was afraid that Horn wouldn't believe him.

The most eye-catching one is a crown modeled after the crown of the King of the Thousand Valleys, which is placed in the most conspicuous position.

"This is a gift from the Knight of Kush from Jinhe Township to you."

"Oh."

What does "Oh" mean? A drop of cold sweat ran down Domenico's face, and he then pulled down the canvas on another carriage.

This time there were only two boxes on the carriage, but the two boxes contained one box of mithril and one box of refined gold respectively.

"Oh."

Seeing that Horn was unmoved, Domenico had to lift the canvas one by one to reveal the treasures underneath.

Medicinal materials, silk, spices, porcelain, artworks, dragon teeth...

The four carts were loaded with all kinds of treasures, but Horn still had no intention of letting Domenico into the camp for a talk.

Domenico gritted his teeth and lifted the canvas on the last carriage. This time Horn's expression finally changed: "What does this mean?"

When they saw clearly what was in the carriage, a low cry of surprise was immediately heard from the crowd.

When the canvas was lifted, a car full of family crests and flags was revealed. Under the crests and flags were all kinds of pale, smelly heads.

"Your Majesty, these people are all foreign nobles, Laians and Franks. It is because of them that we Kushites have to go to war with each other." Cursing at the corpses as if they were mortal enemies, Domenico roared and whipped the heads and family emblems several times.

A human head was bounced up by 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 of smoking, Domenico came forward breathlessly.

"I killed your Duke of Kush, Dane. Didn't you say before that you would fight me to the death?" Horn looked at Domenico in front of him with amusement.

Domenico waved his hand righteously: "Dane is not a Kushite. We have checked and found that his Norn bloodline is greater than his Kush bloodline. He is at most one-sixteenth of a Kushite.

His blood is impure, far inferior to yours, you are the Kushite of the Kushites, the ruler of the Kushites, the master of the Kushites, the terminator of the Laya and the Farans! ..."

The exaggerated string of praises, like a hymn, made the rough soldiers nearby feel numb and embarrassed, and some even retched.

It seems that the way a great noble fawns on the Pope is no different from a small landowner fawning on a knight's horse, except that there are a lot more tongue-twisting sounds.

“…We were deceived by the church before, and you also know the situation in Jinhe Township at that time. We were forced to make such a statement.

We sent their bodies to you to show you our determination and to gain your forgiveness." After finishing this long narrative, Domenico's face was gloomy, but his heart was pounding.

How could he not be nervous? The young man in front of him held the fate of the entire Langsander County in his hands, especially since they had just been defeated. This sense of oppression was incomparable to ordinary people.

Squatting silently, Horn used a wooden stick to identify the head for a while before he stood up on his knees: "Do you consider yourself a Kushite? Are you willing to convert to our Holy Way Misera religion?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the loyalty we Kushites offer you!" Domenico raised his head. "The Kushites are fed up with the rule of the church."

He stared at Domenico's face in front of him, then looked around at the other war monks who were watching.

Horn closed the box in his hand and said, "Please go to the palace and wait. It's too hot at noon to talk. Please write a brief report for me first. We can talk again after 3 o'clock."

Domenico's heart finally settled down in his stomach. He was relieved. His grandmother was right.

(End of this chapter)