"Envoy, it's very difficult to make further modifications to these conditions."
"I know, I know."
Envoy Wood nodded, his hand holding a cigar pressed against his forehead, while Count Ramzduf continuously shook his head.
This negotiation was entirely different from those they had experienced before.
Usually, negotiations were like slicing sausages, each side cutting slice by slice until they understood the other's bottom line, seeking a common denominator both sides could accept, and on this basis, maximizing their own interests.
However, Alfheim's peace negotiation list was essentially like slicing off a large chunk of sausage and then refusing to step back. The chunk you held in your hand was laced with a copious amount of invisible toxins; swallowing it would not only harm your stomach but possibly take your life.
