"When did you start wearing a sword? Aren't you the most fond of those warriors who use swords and guns?"

Yarlin broke free from his tight hug and smiled at Ivis.

For a moment, the Akt clan, including the King Lim army and the Akt clan led by Wright, were all surprised and opened their mouths wide.

These two know each other???

"You are. It turns out that your boy's surname is Lim, or a prince. Didn't you say you are a nobleman from a small country? Are you the kind who doesn't even have hereditary titles?"

Ivis also smiled relaxedly, it seemed that this battle could be avoided.

"Yes, the Lim Kingdom was originally a small country. We don't have any dukes and few fiefs. Isn't it just a completely small country?"

Yarlin replied, as if such a quarrel was unusual between the two.

At this time, a middle-aged man who also took off his helmet quickly walked between Allyn and Avis.

Before Wright could react later, the middle-aged man took out a kraft paper bag from his clothes, then quickly opened it and pulled out a piece of sheepskin letter paper and read it:

"In order to express his apology to the Akts, King Lim sent the first heir, Yarlin Lim, to take charge of all the details of the peace negotiations. He promised that there would not be any further attacks on the Akts, hoping to maintain the longest friendship with the Akts.

Book of the Third Era of God 12, 1228.

King of Lim: Balk Lim's personal title"

"Yeah? Peace talks? The battle is over?"

Wright still did not come back from his shock, and his aura, which had already been planning to burn his boats, suddenly became decadent.

"Yes, dear Lord Wright, it's over."

Yarlin patted Wright on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"But, can those brothers we sacrificed? Can it be solved with just one peace talk?"

Wright roared uncontrollably.

In the past two days, he has tried hard to be a leader, be calm and cheerful and optimistic.

It’s not that he is indifferent to the lives of his own tribe, but that he is unwilling to expand his sadness and let his emotions affect the people of the entire tribe.

Now that I heard this ending that I had never expected, my emotions suddenly lost control.

Yarlin stopped the middle-aged knight who was about to step forward to stop Wright, cleared his throat and said:

“Yes, Lord Wright.

This is my purpose this time, and I hope to get a result that everyone can satisfy.

No one wants to see war or death. But the living must take the next step.

Please don't forget that we have also lost many sincere soldiers and subjects.

And now I am standing here to make up for the mistakes we have made.

Even if you may not believe it, our family has no idea about my stupid illegitimate son-in-law.

If it weren't for the reminder of a strong friend of my father yesterday, we might not even know now, our Lim condemnation team was requisitioned."

Avis stood aside and quietly watched his brother crying and screaming like crazy. This seemed to be the first time in his memory that he saw Wright in such pain. Even after waking up after traveling through time before, he just held back his tears.

Turning his head to look at Yarlin again, Avis was full of thoughts.

This is an Avis student at Garod College in Monique, the capital of the Chaya Empire.

In my memory, Yarlin calls herself Yarlin Cott. She is tall, sunny, humorous, and her long and soft hair is particularly dazzling.

Yarlin claimed to be the illegitimate son of a declining nobleman. He was generous and generous and loved fighting. He always hung a sharp sword on his face, and he looked like a youthful and playboy. He was very popular in the academy.

Avis, who was introverted in the original owner, was much more low-key, but his amazing magical talent also caused sensation in the academy from time to time.

The same brilliance made the two of them very good friends. For a long time, they were inseparable, but neither of them revealed their identities and were tacitly informed.

...

After some negotiations, the negotiation location was arranged in a parliamentary hall where only the Akts received important figures, and the patriarch Ainia personally participated.

Yarlin only set the tone for negotiations at the beginning and left the negotiating table. After all, when it comes to real compensation and exchange of interests, his think tank is much clearer than him.

"Ives, I thought I would see you again until school starts, but I didn't expect it to be so soon!"

At this time, Yarlin had already mixed into Avis' room and looked through various bottles and jars in his laboratory, without any restraint at all.

"I didn't expect that you were the prince of the Lim Kingdom who wanted to destroy our clan."

Avis answered coldly.

"My God, you are still angry with me.

I have explained it many times. This matter was not made by me, nor by my father. It was all done by your fool brother-in-law.

I don't know at all. I can swear that if I say half of the false words, I will be burned by the old man Lev who teaches the elementary element to burn my butt every day."

Yarlin immediately jumped up and explained in a hurry.

"Okay! I'm just joking. Of course, if there is a lie, I don't mind watching you get burned every day."

Ivis finally smiled and said with a smile.

"To be honest, your tribe is really different from other places.

This time I came here really opened my eyes.

Just talk about your architectural structure, arrangement and skills of stones are even better than some places in our castle.

And, the layout of your tribe is really great.

I had seen two waterways, sewage discharge and irrigation, which was really amazing.

Have you ever been to other places? I have seen tribes that are much larger than you, and even many tribes have joined forces with chief villages that are not as reasonable as you have arranged them."

As always, Allin could talk endlessly as soon as he opened his mouth. This passionate skill was beyond the reach of even Avis today.

"You're so annoyed! Stop it!"

Avis took out his ears and said to the noisy guest.

"To be honest, I have never seen you wearing a sword before. How did you figure it out? Is it affected by the glory of the knight?"

Yarlin continued to chatter while continuing to pound things in Avis' lab.

"If you are looking for Yanyan Stone again, it is not in my room."

Ivis found a high-back chair made of gold velvet, slowly sat down and spoke.

It seemed that he had not adapted to this conversation style at once. Yarlin's body slugged slightly, and then he sorted out his wool shirt and returned to his usual casual state.

"I'm just curious. I want to see why this coward, Reina, is so concerned about this thing called Yanyan Stone?"

Yaerlin used his hands to push some scattered equipment apart, cleared out a piece of open space and sat down.

"I don't know either. Actually, I guess I haven't seen what the Yanyan Stone looks like. I don't know very well what its function does." Avis tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

"Okay!" Yarlin spread his hands, then stood up and patted the dust. "I'm just curious."

Avis didn't agree and still joked with a smile: "You are looking forward to meeting Mr. Lev this semester!"

After chatting for about half an hour, Allin left Avis' room and invited his magician classmate to come to his castle once when he was free. He claimed that his father also admired this fifteen-year-old magician and wanted to meet him.

...

The negotiations took about two full days. Except for the patriarch and Wright who were still striving for some personal interests, the rest of their lives were as follows.

Yarlin never came to the Akt tribe the next day, saying that because he had some other important things in the family that he needed to handle, he would not come here for the time being.

Without the threat of war, laughter appeared again in the entire tribe.

There are young boys and girls playing and joking

There were also cried out by naughty children after they got dirty their new clothes and were chased by adults.

From time to time, the hostess shouted again after cooking dinner, looking for the children and husband to come back to have dinner all over the mountains.

Ives sat alone on a small hill at the entrance of the village that had been smoothed by fine sand and strong wind.

Avis, who is only 15 years old, is not too conspicuous compared to his peers in the tribe.

It's just a green face that just grew, with deep dark brown eyes and flowing golden hair, still very popular among girls.

At this time, Aivis, who had a melancholy face, looked more like a minstrel than a decisive magician.

In the past two days, he has not continued to practice, nor has he tried to meditate again. He just silently recalled all the original owner's life and memories one by one.

"It seems that Avis Alckett used to be a nerd who simply studied his own world!

There are many things that now seem to be not as he has shown before.

Alas... there is a long way to go!"
Chapter completed!