Warlock Royal Family

Ladislaus stared Jarlaxle in the eyes as he placed the terribly boiled bean stew on a stove and tapped his knuckles slowly on the stove.

Both Sazastan and Jones continued to pretend to be drinking soup, and Boss Silica and Earl Slam even joined the ranks of apologizing early. Margarita was not the only one who behaved badly last night.

When Ladislaus stopped tapping, all held their breath, waiting for the sovereign's wrath.

"You all performed badly, badly, as badly as a stinking piece of shit." Contrary to Jarlaxle's expectations, Ladislaus seemed unable to control his emotions.

He thought that Ladislaus would not lose his composure in front of him. He looked too young after all, and he didn't receive formal training as a monarch when he was young. How could he speak like a drow? [

Not to mention a big country like Austria, even an ordinary duke would never allow swear words to come out of his mouth. The education he received from childhood made this kind of etiquette deep into their bones, which is almost the instinct of these human monarchs.

Jarlaxle had always been the most elegant drow, but in fact he also despised these noble etiquette the most.

Ladislaus excited him at first, that another smart-looking guy is going to do something stupid, well, under the control of me, Jarlaxle.

"Earl Slam, your performance is not bad. The only one who can be called good last night was you. Although it is not satisfactory, you have no responsibility. The pile of shit I am talking about does not include you. Although you stink But it's too close to too much shit, don't thank me, drink the soup."

"Knight Silica, you are the one I single-handedly picked up. I have high hopes for you, and your instruction shooting is not bad, but you underestimated the enemy's reaction ability. So you are a piece of shit .”

"Your Highness Sazastan, I never thought that you would behave so poorly, ah, no, it's not for the finger of death, I understand that the finger of death sometimes can't kill the enemy, but how could you not know? Why? It's not law shock or Bigby grabbing the enemy next? But anyway I apologize for calling you a piece of shit. You are a distinguished member of the Austrian Council of States and I shouldn't call you that, but you did make me tonight disappointed."

Jarlaxle tried his best to control his expression and not let others share his joy. "Dung" is an interesting choice, isn't that what the drow call other races?

oh.No, that was when drow ruled the Black Continent. After humans from different directions defeated drow successively, drow's self-confidence disappeared.

They have to admit that human rules and human power have proved that they are not "shit".

Although Jarlaxle used to think that this so-called self-confidence was the most stupid arrogance, but when his race was really defeated and retreated into the desert to struggle to survive, he became so obsessed and unforgettable Such arrogance.

"Yes. You all performed badly, but I will not punish anyone, including you, Margarita, you just poured wine for me. You are not the opponent of that powerful ranger." Lardy Sluss got up from the pile of firewood. "I won't punish you because there is one person who performed worse than you, and that is me. Ladislaus Habsburg."

"The tenacity of a group of bears? How did I remember to use that magic? Ah?!" Ladislaus was indeed extremely dissatisfied with his performance, "If it was a dominant human being at that time, maybe that black skin would have knelt on the ground and begged for mercy .”

"I don't think it's possible. He is a drow nobleman, and he is born with strong mental resistance." Sazastan tried to unravel Ladislaus.

"But there is always such a chance. What's the use of the tenacity of a group of bears?"

"You saved the lives of two soldiers who would have died," Jones explained emphatically.

"But I let that black skin go. He can raze most of Austria's small towns and villages at will, and I have no ability to protect the people who pay taxes to me." Ladislaus closed his eyes.

"As long as he dares to do this, we will definitely catch him." Margarita said.She knew that no matter how powerful the saboteur was, if he was besieged by the whole country, he would be exhausted, injured, and eventually wiped out.

"Then what is the price? Two hundred or two thousand Austrian lives, every loyal subject who pays taxes to the Habsburg family should be protected by me." Ladislaus poured out the last bit of beans and soup into the mouth. "His Royal Highness Sazastan, these beans and mutton must also be settled reasonably and legally."

Sazastan nodded, and then asked: "Then what is the request of the Baen Rui family?"[

"Give them the money for the two barrels of wine." Ladislaus' voice did not make Jarlaxle lose control of his excitement. The reaction of the young monarch was quite remarkable. It turned out that he did not lose his mind, but This approach comes from self-reflection and spurs.

"Please make a note for me, Your Highness Sazastan, this batch of wine is all given out as a gift from me, and the receivables should be returned to the Banrui family in the near future."

Worthy of being one of the helmsmen of the Habsburg family who could spread their reputation across the sea to the Black Continent, Jarlaxle realized what kind of character his opponent was from this moment.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Thank you very much." Jarlaxle's voice was full of contemptuous humility, but this was not his personal attitude, but his attitude as a diplomat. This attitude is very important in the interaction between small powers and giants. necessary. "I will definitely tell my master about your generosity and kindness."

"These gifts also express my apology. I need you to serve me for a while, and I hope you can serve me until the attacker is caught." The price of these dozen cars of high-end wine is tens of thousands of talers, Ladislaus does not give without reason.

"Although I am ashamed, I have to admit that it is not an easy task to capture Drizzt Durden. I think you must set a deadline. You must understand that my force is very important to my little city-state. It's important." Jarlaxle's face rarely lost that optimistic smile, the ranger last night had already proved his strength wonderfully.

"I insist on doing this, Your Highness Jarlaxle, and I will always pay you a suitable reward during your service." Ladislaus seemed to want to kill the embarrassing drow and then hurry up.

It worked, and Jarlaxle knew his strategy was unassailable: "Then I can only hope that my master will rent me for a good price."

"Okay, my drow friend, I guarantee that the owner of Timbatuk will be satisfied with the Austrian gift. We will talk about the details later. Why don't you drink a little soup? Although the beans are not crisp enough, the soup is too weak , but this is a soup made by a woman whose surname is also Habsburg, and being able to taste it is a qualification to show off." Ladislaus personally picked up another bowl of untouched soup and handed it to Jarlaxle. "After finishing the soup, I still want to hear from you how to deal with that Drizzt Durden."

The last plan to deal with Drizzt was entirely drawn up by Ladislaus and his subordinates. Jarlaxle only agreed with him everywhere, and he knew he had nothing to say.

And now Drizzt has won more status for Jarlaxle with his own efforts.

"Thanks, thanks, we should start with side-talking." Jarlaxle had actually finished a bowl of soup, but who could say no to food handed over by the Emperor of Austria himself?

Jarlaxle knew he couldn't, maybe his boss could, and his boss's boss even better.

Or someone who considers himself his boss and his boss's boss can.

He has always been a free man with no boss.

There were people who thought they were his boss in the past, but Jarlaxle had proven them wrong in the end, and this time would be no different.

But Jarlaxle still needs the support of the big man's intelligence network for the time being, and the woman he provided is not bad, although not as good as this one, although she really doesn't know how to make soup.

"But please don't comment on the Marquise's soup like that. In fact, I'm about to have another bowl. It tastes really good."

A "charming" smile crept onto his face again, and Jarlaxle nodded slightly to Margarita.

His stimulation of Ladislaus was not to create a crisis for Margarita, that was just collateral damage, his real purpose was to stir up emotions in Ladislaus, which could be used to his advantage .

His purpose is not to want the unlucky soup that has completely failed and the beans inside are as hard as pebbles. (To be continued.)[

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