"The fief of the Northern Continent, keep the descendants of the Tlaxcala..."

The night wind blows warm, and a lamp is like a bean. The monarch and his subjects sat opposite each other, Xiulot looked calm, and Mekart showed surprise. He thought carefully for a while, and then reported to the king in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the conditions you promised must be more generous than Black Snake Telcott has ever imagined! It's just... between the Kingdom and him, there is still a need for mutual trust... After all, when he lures the Kingdom's army into the city, he will be able to do so again." no ability to resist

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