Seeing that the two were about to make a fuss, Lin Mo thought it over and realized that burning his bridges like this really was hard to justify.
If these two had not kept pressuring the Holy Human Race and the Elves throughout the negotiations, things would not have gone so smoothly, allowing Great Xia to get what it wanted and achieve its ideal outcome.
He sighed, then offered a solution after some thought:
"How about this? We'll give you a little of everything first, so you can train your people and familiarize yourselves with the weapons and equipment."
"The quantities will match what the Holy Human Race and the Elves received last time!"
"Once we've taken our own fief and established a Permanent Portal, we can trade on a large scale. Will that do?"
Thorin pursed his lips. He felt that this paltry amount would barely fill a gap between his teeth, and he wanted to say more.
But when he saw Lin Mo staring at him with a frown, his heart quivered. He opened his mouth without saying anything, and finally could only agree helplessly:
"All right. Thank you for your understanding and tolerance. May the God of Craftsmen watch over you."
That sounded strange to Lin Mo, rather like wishing that his wife would cheat on him and that he would catch her in the act.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. These natives would not joke about their own faith, just as people from Fujian would not lie before Mazu.
As the representatives of the Four Races departed, the conference room door clicked shut, cutting off every sound from outside.
All the discussion from moments earlier faded away.
Only Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan remained in the conference room, which fell silent for