Shaman nodded and smiled, "Why doesn't the Great King follow the example of his ancestors and set up a large pot at the entrance, boiling large bones inside, and see how the envoy of Saint Tiroman handles it?"
The Wolf King's expression changed. Just as he was about to stop him, he heard the Beast King repeatedly exclaim, "As you wish!"
Hodezza repelled the strong enemy. The new mayor of Xinzhi City was greatly grateful. That day, a banquet was prepared to celebrate Hodezza. However, Hodezza declined the mayor's kind offer, citing his physical discomfort after the great battle, and returned to his mansion with Zu An.
"Envoy Jet of Saint Tiroman has arrived!"
Following a loud announcement, Jet, dressed in Saint Tiroman official attire, walked onto the high platform.
Just as Jet reached the palace gate, he heard a series of crisp clanging sounds. Two rows of wolf soldier guards raised their weapons and crossed them in the air. The chilling light on their blades blocked Jet's vision.
The beast race official in charge of welcoming Jet saw that Jet showed no fear and said with a malicious smile, "Please, sir."
Jet nodded and strode forward calmly. When he reached the crossed weapons in the air, the wolf soldier guards on either side reluctantly lowered their weapons.
Jet walked to the front of the palace and saw a large pot standing there, with a blazing fire burning underneath. He could faintly hear the sound of bubbles exploding. A strong mist hung over the pot, making Jet's vision appear hazy and flickering. Vaguely, he saw bones rising and falling.
Jet smelled a fishy odor and his heart trembled slightly, but he smiled nonchalantly and walked past.
He stopped in front of the pot. The sound of bubbling water exploded incessantly, sending chills down one's spine.
The Beast King sat on his throne, looking down at Jet. Seeing that his demeanor was as usual in the face of such a formation, he couldn't help but praise his courage. Then Jet bowed in greeting and said loudly, "Envoy Jet of Saint Tiroman pays his respects to the Beast King!"
The welcoming envoy beside him, seeing that Jet only bowed and did not prostrate, became furious and said, "Why do you not kneel before our lord?"
The wolf soldier guards behind him glared and shouted in unison, "Kneel!"
Their voices rumbled like long thunder.
Jet, however, was not afraid and laughed loudly, "I am an envoy from a superior nation, how can I bow to the ruler of a minor state?"
Shaman, standing among the civil officials, angrily said, "Presumptuous brat! Do you not know your fate?"
He then turned to the Beast King and said, "Great King! Let's put this brat in the pot and boil him!"
The wolf soldier guards behind him shouted in unison, "Into the pot!"
Jet smiled nonchalantly at the situation, "Everyone says the beast race are all warriors, how can they be afraid of someone like me, who is powerless?"
Just as Shaman was about to retort, the Beast King waved his hand, "Who is afraid of you!"
Jet responded with a sigh, "Since you are not afraid of me, why not wait until I finish speaking before making a decision?"
The Beast King sneered, "You are merely here to persuade me to reject Lin Dong and surrender to Saint Tiroman. Your tired rhetoric is of no use."
Upon hearing this, Jet burst into loud laughter in the court.
His laughter made the Beast King and his officials somewhat bewildered. The Beast King's face turned cold, "Jet, what are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"
Seeing that the Beast King was moved, Jet stopped laughing and said, "Jet is merely a humble envoy, specially here for the benefit of the beast race. Now that the Beast King refuses an envoy, are you not afraid that the world will say the Beast King is petty and cannot tolerate others? What is there to fear from a mere pot?"
As he spoke, Jet strode towards the large pot.
This move by Jet immediately startled all the beast race officials. Seeing Jet approach the large pot, as if he had cast aside life and death, Jet reached out to grab the pot, intending to jump in.
For a moment, all the officials seemed to have not expected this thin young man to have such courage. They were all overwhelmed by the fearless spirit emanating from Jet and did not stop him, watching as Jet's hand touched the pot.
Suddenly, cries of alarm erupted from the crowd, adding to the horror of the scene: if his hand touched the pot, wouldn't it be ruined?
Everyone did not see Jet's hand being scalded by the pot's strange heat, but saw that his expression was as usual, not as if he had suffered a severe injury. They all breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt that the tense air had dissipated somewhat.
Jet was a water mage. If he were scalded to death, it would be too humiliating if it got out.
But if Jet were to jump in like this, the beast race would truly become a laughingstock of the world, and at that time, perhaps the last sliver of hope for both sides would be extinguished.
For a moment, even the usually eloquent Shaman was stunned. The Beast King reacted quickly and quickly commanded the wolf soldier guards, "What are you waiting for? Stop him!"
Several wolf soldier guards who were closer to Jet rushed forward and held Jet tightly.
However, Jet was at least unharmed, but this sudden turn of events had also given the beast race officials a cold sweat.
The Beast King also secretly broke into a cold sweat and quickly ordered the large pot to be removed. Then, with a wave of his hand, the wolf soldier guards released Jet.
The Beast King coughed dryly twice, "You are too impulsive! If anything had happened, how would I explain it to that little girl of Saint Tiroman?"
At this time, Jet's blood had already calmed down, and he said as if nothing had happened, "Since the Great King wishes to explain to my lord, I can die without regret! As for impulsiveness, it is merely a fixation in the heart."
The Beast King coughed dryly twice and looked back with a sigh.
Jet added, "Great King, I believe you are a wise leader of this era. Although my lord is young, he is also wise and enlightened, with great talents to assist him. Saint Tiroman has the impregnable defense of mountains and seas, and the beast race has vast grasslands and towering mountains. If both sides are united, why worry about the world?"
The Beast King nodded slightly. He knew very well the benefits of an alliance between the powerful Lin Dong and their nation:
"Although I know this, the two nations have deep-seated enmity. Even though I have the intention, only Sailer Peis cannot understand the reason!"
"If the Great King can think this way, it is truly the fortune of both sides! Jet believes that anything is possible. If the Great King is willing, I will do my best to resolve the old grievances between the two sides for their long-term survival."
The Beast King's brow unfurled, "If the two nations can truly form an alliance, your contribution will be immeasurable!"
That day, the Beast King and Jet had a very pleasant conversation and specially prepared a banquet.
At the banquet, most of the beast race elites attended. Although Jet was visiting the beast race for the first time, he was not unfamiliar with the beast race dignitaries.
Coincidentally, the Bear Lord Diggs returned from the front line. Although he was travel-worn, he attended the banquet with the Wolf King for the sake of peace between the two sides.
The atmosphere at the banquet was excellent. The beast race was eager to form an alliance with Saint Tiroman and frequently toasted Jet, making the scene very lively.
Just as Jet bid farewell to a beast race dignitary, he saw the Wolf King and Diggs approaching hand in hand.
These two were representatives of the peace faction of the beast race and held extremely high status. Shaman, Bu Zhi, and others who were talking nearby also put down their cups and looked over.
Previously, Jet had not met Diggs, so the Wolf King introduced them. Hearing that the elder with the bear head before him was Diggs, Jet couldn't help but bow deeply, "So you are the renowned overlord of the bear race! Vincent has always missed General, and specifically instructed me to pay my respects to you before coming."
Although Diggs knew that Jet's words were just polite formalities, and that Vincent had always looked down on him, and how could he have specially instructed him?
However, with Jet saying so, it did give him some face, and he unconsciously felt closer to Jet, saying with some emotion, "I also miss General Vincent. This time, please convey my regards to General Vincent on my behalf."
"That is natural."
The three drank their wine. The Wolf King and Diggs did not rush to return to their seats. Diggs then whispered, "May I ask, sir, was this visit to the beast race entrusted by His Majesty Sailer Peis?"
Jet's nerves immediately tensed, and his brain spun rapidly: Since Diggs came to toast, he must be from the peace faction, and the Wolf King beside him must also be for peace.
With this thought, he said, "Since you are both old friends of Vincent, Jet will not hide anything from you. There are still obstacles to the alliance between Saint Tiroman and the beast race. Although our陛下 has this intention, we dare not express our attitude."
The Wolf King and Diggs clearly expected this and said nothing.
Then Jet said, "I came this time actually at the behest of Svein."
The Wolf King and Diggs exchanged glances. The situation was roughly as they had expected. The latter said, "This is a century-long plan for both sides and both nations. Please do your best, sir!"
"That is natural!"
Diggs pondered for a moment and said, "If my guess is not wrong, the Beast King will discuss sending an envoy to Saint Tiroman. Please rest assured, sir, if there are any obstacles to entering Saint Tiroman, we will not shrink back."