In the end, after several rounds of discussion, the two sides finally agreed to hold the negotiations in an open space outside Blackstone Castle. The time was noon one day later.
Time passed quickly, and the weather started to get a little cold in the morning. When the autumn sun shone warmly on the ground, a huge white tent appeared outside Blackstone Castle. Both sides sent out a hundred people to help set up the tent. The layout was very simple, with a thick carpet on the ground and a long table in the middle. The negotiation agreement was written in Derman and Northland.
There was not much content. The first topic was to agree to an unconditional ceasefire. From the day the agreement came into effect, both sides would not fight for five years. The actual border would be the ceasefire line, and the German Empire would acknowledge the Kingdom of Northland's sphere of influence.
Since the German Empire had signed a military treaty with the Kuruth Kingdom, the German Empire had the obligation to amend the treaty with the Kuruth Kingdom. Within five years, as long as the Kuruth Kingdom abided by the armistice and did not initiate a military attack on the German Empire, the German Empire would return Larma to the Kuruth Kingdom.
Both sides were very careful in their choice of words, and there were compromises.
At noon, the agreed time arrived. According to the agreement, both sides would head to the large tent outside Blackstone Castle at the same time. Each side could only bring three assistants and ten assistants. Both sides would send people to supervise the other side, and every detail was considered flawlessly.
"Haru Khagan, let's go!" King Gravel smiled faintly.
Haru Khagan bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, after you!"
He accompanied King Gravel to the large tent, but in his heart, he was secretly thinking about how to maximize his benefits.
"Khagan Seru, I am serious about signing this agreement. I intend to not think about going south for five years and focus on developing trade. I wonder if Khagan Seru is interested?" Gravel said sincerely to Khagan Seru.
There were no permanent enemies, and there were no permanent friends.
Both of them laughed, and their laughter was incomparably dry.
Just as Gravel and Seru Khan arrived at the tent, Alonso's team arrived as well. Behind him were some Imperial soldiers.
King Gravel and Alonso dismounted from their horses and greeted each other with open arms. "Gravel, we haven't seen each other in years!"
"Your body is still so healthy."
The two of them laughed and hugged each other tightly, as if they were best friends who had not seen each other for thirty years.
"Come! Let's go in together. "
The two of them held each other's arms and walked into the tent intimately. Who would have thought that they had just finished the most tragic battle? The guards from both sides behind them all smiled bitterly. What a hypocritical politics!
The tent was already prepared, and the two of them sat down on their respective seats.
After a round of discussion, the people from both sides and Seru Khagan also engaged in an intense discussion. After all, what was on the table was the most important thing for both sides.
The two of them looked at each other and laughed tacitly.
"However, I do have a special gift for Your Majesty." Alonso stopped smiling.
King Gravel felt that Alonso was implying something, so he stopped smiling and asked, "What special gift does the General want to give me? Don't tell me it's another wooden box! "
Alonso smiled and did not answer. Instead, he picked up the armistice agreement in front of him and read it carefully. King Gravel was puzzled, but he did not ask. After a while, Alonso put down the document and took out a pen from the pen holder beside him. He officially signed his name on the document: Alonso William.
He signed three books in a row and put down the pen. The clerk next to him stamped the document. King Gravel also signed his name with a goose feather pen and stamped the document at the same time. Then, they exchanged documents and signed again. When the last red seal was stamped, the armistice agreement was finally signed.
At this time, Alonso put down the pen and smiled faintly at King Gravel. "In order to show my sincerity, I will release all the prisoners of war from your army, including General Anna. This is my special gift to Your Majesty."
It had been half a month since the agreement. During this period, Kevin had been very busy. The work that was originally done by Hiseside The Elder was now all piled up in front of him. Although there were other people helping him, Kevin was not as diligent as his father. He had been feeling impatient for a long time.
The only thing he was interested in was the mercenary training camp built next to Bauhinia Manor. Ever since that meeting, Kevin had built the mercenary training camp. In fact, the whole training camp was a huge magic array. The people who lived and trained in it every day were all carefully selected by Kevin. They were all young people with strong mental power. The people who were trained here were all mages, and those little noble mages became the instructors there of course.
Of course, this training method was not something that Kevin could come up with. In fact, it was also a suggestion from King Gravel.
In addition to teaching Kevin this strange training method, King Gravel also taught him how to use these relatively weak low-level mages. These people were divided into several groups according to their talents. Each group specialized in a specific type of magic. Some practiced the fast gathering of fire elements, some practiced the control of wind elements, and some learned the most basic use of fireball magic. With the help of the magic array, all the operations were relatively simple. Originally, it would take years of hard work to achieve results. Now, in just half a month, the initial results could be seen.
Throughout the whole training, the most difficult thing to master was the cooperation between each group. Some people continuously gathered fire elements, while others transformed the gathered fire elements into fireballs. Then, the noble mages further compressed these fireballs into powerful fireballs. Finally, they used special wind magic to push the fireballs 500 to 600 meters away.
Even a superior magician would not be able to continuously cast such a high-level spell. The amount of magic energy required to cast such a spell was too much for an individual.
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