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Have we met somewhere before?

Tagelise looked at Kang De with his emerald green eyes and suddenly uttered these words.

"..."

"..."

Although this meeting will never be officially recognized, Elandil, as a scholar, still intends to record this significant conversation... and then he hears this.

--Hello!

He stared in astonishment at this extremely distinguished person.

Generally speaking, phrases like "Have we met somewhere before?" are often used as a starting point for striking up a conversation. This tactic originated with elves, especially when elves approach other races.

Because elves have long lifespans, when faced with a young and beautiful human girl, their dashing and handsome demeanor immediately captivates her, and they then ask if she has seen her somewhere before.

Then it dawned on me: Ah, XX years ago, I met a similarly beautiful and elegant girl a few times. Could you be her descendant?

Since the other party has no way of verifying it anyway, it's time to let them do as they please.

A classic approach is to confess one's love after spending some time together, and then express regret. "XX years ago, when I was with XXX, although I was attracted to her, I didn't dare to speak up for various reasons. Now things have changed, she is no longer here, and she has become my eternal regret. I don't want to regret it a second time."

Such a romantic, melancholic, and slightly sad confession would usually break down the defenses of most women immediately, not because the elf is noble, elegant, generous, handsome, or from a powerful country.

This tactic usually works every time, since without the internet, information exchange is not as developed, and the general public has nowhere to "expose the garbage."

Even Elandil was a master of this skill when he was young.

Of course, this is not the main point.

The key point is—why are you saying that?! Do you even know what you're saying?

In an instant, a deep sense of astonishment, even panic, flashed in the eyes of the elven sage.

Tagelise, however, simply stared at Kang De, seemingly unaware of the implications of his own words.

This noble elven royalty indeed felt a sense of familiarity about Kang De, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

--What the hell is this elf saying?

Kang De frowned. This sounded like a flirtation, and the other guy was a male elf, a skinny little guy with a submissive look. What did he mean by saying this to me?

"I've definitely never seen it before."

He said, "All the elves I've ever met are dead."

Okay.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. The elves' expressions changed, and even Tagelise seemed slightly taken aback. In the elves' diplomatic understanding, the words and provocative attitude of the lowly cavalry leader were one thing, but the words of a leader like Kang De were quite another.

This practically set the tone for the upcoming visit and negotiations.

The scent of blood and fire has never faded.

After a moment of stunned silence, a flash of anger crossed Tagelise's eyes. He had come with goodwill, condescending to come, only to be met with such disrespect—"Do you even know why I'm here?"

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Are they all dead? Selendron, the former legion commander of the Dusk Warband, didn't he return alive? He even brought your message to the Council."

Kang De said calmly, "Him? What difference is there between him and someone who is dead?"

Tagelise stared at Kang De and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, no. You destroyed the soul and everything of a brave and fearless elven warrior. That is more cruel than killing him."

Kang De laughed, "Cruel?"

"Cruel," said Duke of Tiling. "Are you aware of the current state of Selendron?"

"I don't know, but I want to know."

The Elven Duke stared at Kang De, his expression a mixture of anger and curiosity. He calmly said, "Selendron, as a participant in the Battle of Valentan and the highest-ranking surviving officer, was sent back to the capital by the expeditionary force as quickly as possible after you released him, and appeared before the council for a hearing."

"His arms and legs were severed by you, and he spent hours on crutches explaining what happened and answering questions from members of parliament. He was no longer a soldier. All courage and resilience had been drained away; what appeared in parliament was a cowardly, remorseful, dead soul."

"Only when faced with questions from members of parliament about how to deal with your threats and this war did he raise his head for the first time and say in the most powerful and resolute tone, 'We want peace talks, we want peace talks.'"

He said that innocent soldiers should not be sacrificed in vain for the ambitions of a few, and called on the members of parliament present to show their resolve and conscience to end this war that should not continue, otherwise more blood will be shed. He said, "You are the most terrible enemy I have ever seen."

"He was a promising young officer who advocated for war, and was admired and favored by many powerful figures. However, in parliament and politics, the choice between war and peace does not depend on conscience and ideology, but on stance and interests."

"He betrayed his faction, and his remarks were used by pro-peace members of parliament as the best weapon to attack his political enemies. As a result, the pro-war leaders were furious. He was denounced and accused of being responsible for the deaths of 60,000 soldiers. He was stripped of all his military posts and honors on the spot, and his family was also implicated and sent to a military prison. If the Empress had not intervened, he would have died without dignity that very night."

"And now he..."

Duke of Tiling gazed at Kang De, his tone unhurried. "Stripped of all titles and honors, severed ties with his family, he was exiled and left to wander the streets. Though he didn't die, he had no chance against the powerful propaganda machine of the pro-war faction."

He was accused of incompetence and cowardice, causing the annihilation of tens of thousands of soldiers. The families of the dead soldiers believed this. He was humiliated, cursed, slandered, and despised, yet he never defended himself. He called for peace, apologized, gave speeches, and lobbied, but few spirits paid him any attention. He became synonymous with cowardice. Any spirit with a sense of shame would have committed suicide long ago after such treatment, but he still gritted his teeth and lived on.

"From a spirited and ambitious general who was eager for battle to this state, Your Highness Kang De, don't you think it's cruel? I'm very curious, why did you do this, and how did you manage to do it?"

Kang De sneered, "Cruel?"

He pointed to Valentan behind him. "Would you like me to take you around the city, to hear the crying, to see the way people look at you? To see those houses that will never be inhabited again, to see what the people in the hastily established charity home look like after their homes have been destroyed?"

"Would you like me to take you to the Valentan National Cemetery and count how many nobles, soldiers, and commoners died there? How many children did?"

"Or, I'll take you to another place to see the art installations created by your cavalry that slaughtered an entire village, sparing neither fathers nor daughters nor children, leaving the whole village burned to the ground and piles of bones together?"

Tagelise had been listening intently, and at the end, his expression suddenly changed. "This is impossible!"

Kang De raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What's impossible about that? Your Dusk Moon Dynasty is a world hegemon, invincible wherever its military might points. What's the big deal about killing a few civilians?"

Duke of Tiling remained silent when he heard about the casualties in Valentan, but when Kang De spoke of the massacre of the villages, his expression changed, and he even vehemently objected.

"In a war between two sides, there's not much to say. Since it's a siege, collateral damage is inevitable. The Valentan army and civilians suffered heavy casualties, and the six Elven warbands were completely wiped out. These are all results of war, and both sides must accept them. But how could the Royal Army massacre villages and even harmless women and children?"

Kang De exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, weren't you always so frail and hiding in the mage tower reading books? You actually have such deep feelings for the army; your military-civilian education is quite impressive!"

Elandil's expression changed slightly, but Tagelise remained unmoved, staring at Kang De and saying coldly, "Please do not slander our soldiers."

"Damn, do we need to slander the invading army?" Kang De raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Don't believe me? Think it's a frame-up? I saw it with my own eyes, why would I lie to you?"

The elf's pupils suddenly contracted.

"When I arrived in Goth's land, the first wound of war I witnessed was a village that had been slaughtered and trampled. I caught up with that group of elven cavalry overnight and wiped them out completely, using their blood to comfort the innocent souls of the dead. I looked directly into their eyes and watched them die."

Kang De's gaze was sharp and frank as he looked at the other person.

The elven royal looked shaken and incredulous.

"These elves do not believe their actions are wrong. They claim to be fighting for the Queen, to bring justice and a better life to the Goth People. They genuinely believe the war is just, yet they are unaware that they have committed acts akin to the beasts of demons."

"Pretty boy, are you wondering why Selendron has become like this?"

"It wasn't me who turned him into this. I didn't use any terrible spells or brainwash him. He realized it himself; he saw it for himself."

"The essence of this war."

"Brave soldiers die like weeds, worthless, becoming puddles of rotting flesh. Right there, they fought with fervor for the interests and ambitions of a few, walking hand in hand with death on the battlefield, twisted and driven mad, becoming demons, losing themselves, and then dying, ultimately becoming a string of cold numbers, while the bigwigs don't care at all... This is the damned war."

"Your Grace, you must not understand."

"You don't seem to understand at all."

Kang De looked at the stunned and bewildered Tagelise, and naturally reached out to pat the other's cheek, which was surprisingly smoother than he had imagined.

--Elandil's eyes widened, and he instinctively wanted to reprimand her sternly, but before he could act, a sense of danger enveloped him as the red-haired woman beside Kang De watched him.

Tagelise was still in a daze, staring blankly at Kang De.

"Boring, just as I thought, a pretty boy hiding in his ivory tower."

Kang De scoffed, "Duke of Tiling, the renowned scholar, the advocate for peace and the improvement of people's livelihoods, the famous pacifist figure admired by countless elves... is nothing but a delusional idiot."

He looked at Hong San and smiled, "That's right, the elves are the peacemakers, so they're still elves."

Elandil could no longer contain himself and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness Kang De, please show us respect."

Kang De laughed out loud, "Strange, invaders set foot on someone else's land and still expect respect?"

Elandil said coldly, "Even if there was a massacre, it's not my prince's responsibility. He came here with peaceful goodwill, and you shouldn't..."

"Damn, isn't he royalty? Doesn't he enjoy all the benefits of the Elven nation's strength and its conquests? How come he has no responsibility? Came here with good intentions? Are you sure?"

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "So, if I lead my army to your elven capital and capture your queen, and you come to me saying she wasn't the one who led the army, I'll just let her go?"

Elandil and Tagelise's expressions changed drastically, and the powerful elves could no longer restrain themselves, their terrifying aura rising up.

Ah Xing stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with golden light. Kang Delong channeled his divine power, raised his chin, and roared, "Fight? You want to fight? Fine, come on, do it! Kill me here! If you can't, then go back and burn paper money for your capital and empress!"

The other party was so rude and vulgar that, in theory, they should have fought to the death. However, upon hearing this, all the elves, including Elandil, instinctively looked at Tagelise.

Because they had never encountered this type of enemy before.

Moreover, there's no guarantee that they can keep the other party here forever.

Tagelise's eyes blazed with fury, though it was unclear which of Kang De's words had ignited it. The impact of Kang De's earlier remarks had not yet subsided, and at this moment, he felt more than just anger.

Furthermore, Kang De always gave him a very familiar feeling.

This subconsciously made him not want to be enemies with the other party.

Duke of Tiling then said coldly, "It sounds like His Highness Kang De doesn't want to talk anymore?"

Kang De laughed and said, "Of course I want to talk! Why wouldn't I talk when a sucker is offering money to me?"

Tagelise said in a deep voice, "Then you should show respect. This is diplomacy, a negotiation between two countries. You are using vulgar language like a rogue, which is tarnishing your own and Goth's reputation."

"Respect is mutual, pretty boy. If you don't even have a basic understanding of the nature, significance, and harm of this war, then there's no point in us talking."

"I'm usually a refined and easygoing person, but here, this is Valentan, the dead and the living are watching me, so of course I'll say whatever comes to mind."

Kang De took a deep breath. "Then let's talk. I don't think we need to go into the city. If you don't want those elves to rot in the wilderness, then pay up. We'll settle the price here, cash on delivery. If we reach an agreement, we'll continue fighting. If not, we'll still continue fighting."

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PS1: First update, 4,000 words.

PS2: Have you guessed who the sacrifice is? (Smug)

PS3: Holy crap, let me tell you, the storyline is amazing.