Chapter 751
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"Amusement park …"
Marshal Amt repeated the new term that Josiah said.
"Your Excellency Josiah, is this another … nickname for the Hearthstone Tavern?"
Marshal Amt had not been to Noland many times, but many of his children were studying in Noland. When he first came to Noland with Cheil, Marshal Amt lamented that he was already an outdated grandfather.
Fortunately, his children taught him how to use the Weave, which allowed Marshal Amt to keep up with Noland's trends.
Marshal Amt thought he had a good understanding of Noland, but he had never heard of an amusement park.
"There's a big difference between an amusement park and a tavern, but they serve the same purpose."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Josiah. Negotiations were not something Josiah was good at, but Josiah was good at painting a picture!
When Josiah felt everyone's eyes on him, he realized that this might be the best time for him to paint a picture.
"Does anyone have a map of the Land of Frost or the Frost Flatlands?"
Josiah asked around. Marshal Amt took out a strategic map of the Frost Flatlands and handed it to Josiah.
The Frost Flatlands looked like a basin geographically. The space on the other side of the basin was distorted, causing the border of the Demon Realm to appear at its edge.
The area of the flatlands was also a little exaggerated.
"Sir in blue, can you determine the area of influence of that door?" Josiah asked.
A dark blue inscription appeared on the tip of the index finger of the man in blue. He used his index finger to draw an area that covered a small half of the Frost Flatlands.
"I can only roughly estimate the area based on the landmarks … The door's influence has always been spreading towards the stronghold and the Demon Realm."
The man in blue added an arrow on both sides of the circle he had drawn.
"This is the center of the Frost Plains. It's about ten kilometers away from the stronghold." Marshal Amt also participated in the analysis of the situation. This time, the peace talks had turned into a combat conference against the "Door." "Sage Gissolio, how long will it take for the Door's domain to spread to the stronghold?"
"Two months, this is only a rough number. If more innocent soldiers die on the Frost Plains, the speed will be even faster," the blue-clothed man said.
Upon hearing the blue-clothed man's reply, the nobles from the Land of Frost felt suffocated. If it would take two months to reach the stronghold, then it would probably take less than a month and a half to reach Frosted Deer City.
In a few years, this dangerous realm would envelop the entire Land of Frost.
"Sir Nogus."
Marshal Amt straightened himself up from the table. His eyes, which he thought were sincere, made Noggs uncomfortable.
"Now we should think about how to take down the door." Noggs threw this difficult problem to Josiah.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was once again focused on Josiah. None of the nobles from the Land of Frost dared to question Josiah. Just the fact that he was the creator of the magic net was enough to shut them up.
"First of all, I'm not your savior. All I can do is make suggestions."
Josh once again took control of the meeting, and he began to draw a picture that wasn't all that delicious for everyone to see.
"I have a floating city. Whether you believe it or not, you must have heard of this name in some ancient records. It's called Assequero."
Josiah tapped his finger on the center of the Frost Plains.
"I can guarantee that this city will appear in the sky above the Frost Plains within three months. I will build an amusement park on Assequero within these three months."
Josiah felt that it was strange to talk about the construction of an amusement park in such a serious diplomatic conference, but they all listened very seriously.
"Is the amusement park some kind of magical barrier that can seal the influence of this evil realm?" a noble suddenly asked.
"I've already explained it. The amusement park is a place similar to a tavern. It provides people with relaxation and entertainment. But there's one thing I'm sure of. Everyone who comes to the amusement park will feel happy and happy."
Josiah did not bring the blueprints of the amusement park here, so he could only explain it verbally.
"Sir Josiah, why don't you just build it on the Frost Plains?"
Marshal Amt already understood what Josiah meant.
He had been invited to the Hearthstone Tavern for an entire night. When Marshal Amt recalled it now, that night seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.
"The construction of an amusement park requires a lot of manpower and resources. To a certain extent, it might be even more difficult than building a city. It also requires the help of skilled craftsmen. I will cooperate with the Iron Nation in this regard," Josiah said.
"What can we do to help?"
Cheil, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. Josiah noticed that many nobles behind Cheil nodded in agreement.
The king had already expressed his stance. Any noble with a bit of intelligence would know that as long as they could help Josiah resolve this crisis, it would be a great achievement.
"If you want to help, we'll discuss funds and magical technology after this conference ends. Brother Nogus, what do you think of this negotiation?"
Josiah once again brought the topic back to the main topic.
Nogus rolled up the sheepskin scroll that recorded the negotiation agreement.
"I don't agree."
Nogus' resolute answer caused the originally relaxed atmosphere to become tense again.
"But I will let my soldiers return to the Demon Realm." Nogus stared at Marshal Amat. "In half a year's time, if I see a fully armed human army within my sight again, I don't mind letting the Demon Realm's cavalry trample over you again."
Nogus' answer could already be seen as a threat. Everyone's expression turned ugly, including Marshal Amt.
Marshal Amt watched as the Demon Realm general walked towards him with the negotiation agreement.
"Do you use the Weave?" Nogus suddenly asked as he raised the agreement. This caused the tense atmosphere to pause for a moment. Marshal Amt was also stunned for a moment before he nodded.
"What's your name?"
"White Bear."
Marshal Amt heard Nogus' serious tone and knew that he was not joking, so he used an extremely serious tone to say his name on the Weave.
Nogus opened the Weave and opened the SMS program. He searched for the name White Bear and found three users with the same name.
"Which one?"
Nogus showed his Weave interface to Marshal Nogus. He pointed at the user with a rusty axe as his avatar.
"I've already sent out my application. If your soldiers approach the border of the Demon Realm, your answer is their only chance of survival."
Nogus reached out his hand after he said this. Marshal Amt also reached out his hand and shook it with him.
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