If you want to negotiate conditions, you must first have the qualifications to negotiate conditions.
But now that their lives have fallen into the hands of those southerners, what else can they use to negotiate terms with them?
However, Hill doesn't seem to think so.
After she finished speaking, a hint of thought flashed in her icy blue eyes
"It's not that there are no conditions to talk about"
While muttering to himself, the sound of footsteps from a distance caused the two people who were talking to stop their voices at the same time.
I saw a young man wearing linen clothes walking over at this time.
If you have to say something special about this young man's appearance, it should be that his hair is brown.
The barbarians in the bitter cold land are actually very mixed.
There are people like Jie Zichuan who have black hair and black eyes, and they look basically the same as the Central Plains people.
There are also people like Harold with red hair and a big beard.
Or a race with blue eyes like Hill.
In comparison, this brown-haired one is more common.
The sackcloth youth who walked in looked at Hill and Harold who were in jail, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
You know, these two were the great leaders who used to be so high above that they could decide the life and death of these low-level tribes with just a word!
Think about their aloof appearance at the beginning, and look at their current appearance.
A strong pleasure suddenly rose in the heart of the linen youth
"What about the two major tribes? Didn't they eventually lose to the army of our Myriad Realms civilization?"
After living a life without worrying about food and clothing, the sackcloth youth who now regards himself as a member of the civilization of the Ten Thousand Realms said this in barbaric language with contempt on his face.
Unexpectedly, before the words fell, he found Harold in the cell, staring at him with those brown eyes!
Harold, as the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe, has accumulated power for a long time after all.
Now being stared at by him like this.
The sackcloth youth suddenly panicked, and even took two steps back unconsciously.
After that, the linen youth who came back to his senses had an ugly expression on his face, and secretly scolded himself for being too disappointing.
But there is no further action.
After all, the guards in this cell are not decorations either.
Before His Majesty the Emperor issued an order, even a prisoner could not be oppressed by him at will.
Directly put the two steamed buns and two cups of water outside the cell.
Then he walked out of the cell quickly without looking back.
Seeing the young man in sackcloth disappear, Harold, who was leaning against the cell, pouted suddenly
"I didn't expect such a thing to appear in our northern tribe!"
"You should think about it from another angle."
Hill's mood was obviously not as resentful as Harold's.
Ice blue eyes fell on the steamed bun outside the cell.
She is full of curiosity about the things in the civilization of the ten thousand worlds.
She had never seen such a white and fat thing in the bitter cold place before.
Slowly approached a few steps.
Hill stretched out his hand from between the bars of the cell, and picked up the steamed bun.
It's cold outside, so it should have been a lot cooler on the way here.
But when you start it, it still feels warm.
Subconsciously squeezed it, it was soft.
This can't help but make Hill feel a burst of novelty in his heart.
After all, in their bitterly cold place, most things are cold and hard.
"This, should it be food?"
"probably."
While speaking, Harold approached in two steps.
Compared with this steamed bun, he is obviously more concerned about what Hill said just now
"You just said that I should think about it from a different angle. What exactly does that mean?"
Hill ignored him, but pulled off the animal skin that covered most of his face, and then brought the steamed bun to his nose to smell it.
This steamed bun exudes a peculiar smell.
She didn't know how to describe it.
But when she smelled the scent, sheBut the stomach directly started to groan in pain.
The little life has already fallen into the hands of the other party, and Hill is not worried that the other party will do anything in the food.
Opened his mouth and took a big bite.
The moment the steamed bun entered the mouth, the fluffy and soft taste made her eyes shine.
After chewing quickly, apart from the taste that surprised Hill, the steamed buns had no obvious taste at first.
But as she chewed, she inexplicably tasted a faint sweetness.
The appearance of Hill eating the steamed buns inexplicably aroused the greed in Harold's stomach.
He himself is not that hungry.
But looking at it, he was hungry
Just like yawning is contagious, hunger is sometimes contagious.
Grabbed the steamed bun that belonged to him.
After taking a sip, Harold raised his eyebrows immediately.
This soft taste is really incredible for those who are used to eating cold and hard food.
Harold, who finished the steamed bun with two mouthfuls, leaned against the cell with a satisfied face.
Seeing this scene, Hill glanced at him, and then said lightly
"That's why."
"What?"
Harold had a confused expression on his face, and he didn't understand what Hill meant at all.
"The man just now was originally a member of our northern tribe, but now he is loyal to the southerners, and even completely regards himself as a southerner. This is the reason."
While speaking, Hill held up the last bite of steamed bun in his hand, and then spoke again unhurriedly
"While the southerners are strong, let them live a better life. They don't have to bear the oppression of the wind and snow, and they can still eat such food. If it were you, would you be loyal?"
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Facing Hill's rhetorical question, Harold only felt a stick in his throat.
The expression on his face was full of discomfort and entanglement.
In the end, he didn't speak at all, just closed his eyes and leaned against the cell without saying a word.
After a long time, he didn't see Harold who Hill took the initiative to talk to.
The fog on his head made his heart twist.
In the end, he simply opened his eyes quietly, and took a peek at Hill.
Then I saw that guy Hill was seriously looking at the water utensil
Harold couldn't help feeling anxious.
"Is now the time to research this? Is there anything you can do?"
Glancing at the impatient Harold, Hill's calm and cold voice sounded again
"If there is a way, there is one more."
Harold was shocked when he heard this.
"any solution?"
"Talk about the conditions."
"Talk, talk about conditions?"
After getting this answer, Harold felt his head swell several times!
"How to talk? We have all fallen into the hands of the other party, and the soldiers in the tribe have basically been captured. How can we negotiate terms with those southerners?"
Facing the agitated Harold, Hill's voice remained calm
"Of course, use what the other party wants."
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