Chapter 406 - Ridiculous Offer

Rushing in the Gaster Castle Throne Room, under his breath and sweat breaking over his Forehead now at the edge of January when blistering cold is a friend or foe. A Guard explained the situation, shedding light on his own panic and granting King Michael a burden. "Sire, there is an Army of at least 500 Soldiers a Kilometer away of our Kingdom and a messenger has arrived to negotiate a deal for his Superiors, he requested you specifically."

Standing up from his throne and speed walking his way through the Throne Room, the King complained. "Why is it that every time there is a War amongst us, I only get informed after the enemy Army has already arrived. Do all of you sleep on your Jobs or are you voluntarily blind?"

"Sire I..." The Guard tried to answer but he had nothing appropriate to say for this case, neither did the King let him because he has already walked out of the Castle and flew his way towards the sky, elevating 50 feet high. Regardless the Guard couldn't have said anything and just ran along towards the Battle field.

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Dropping down right in front of the main entrance, he saw one man riding a Brown fured Horse. This Enemy Soldier is covered from his toes to his green head with Iron Plate Armour, obviously taking extra precautions in terms of protection or best described self defense. This Soldier is even about 120 feet away from the Kingdom of 200 houses, it can be considered the appropriate distance for such explicit negotiations.

King Michael noticed instantly from obvious reasons that the situation isn't a disaster... At least the moment. To his left he saw Arem standing with the First and strongest Platoon in the front line. They are about 50 feet away from the beautiful Kingdom behind them.

And reassuring this First Platoon of 30 Guards, were the 47 Spearfishermen. They can aid to make the first Platoon look larger and at the same time more dangerous against the enemy.

In front of the Spearfishermen stood Saleem, the largest and toughest man Gaster Kingdom had seen and has to offer. This man can hurl a spear at lightning speed at a range of 50 meters. Behind him stood Kaleem, Lia and Jim. These four fine individuals obviously got all the Spearfishermen and women together in short notice.

As King Michael took a second to view on his right, he saw the Zamerian second Platoon of 100 people and Woldemir standing in front of them, shouting commands to get everyone in the best order.

This Platoon although larger in Numbers, they can be considered the weakest since their disadvantage is their utter lack of experience. Regardless, Woldemir has been making sure to focus on every individual instead of giving everyone the same training exercises, that will make them a hell lot stronger. This possible battle will explain how much progress they have made.

Once arriving to the messenger, taking careful steps once in a 15 feet radius. He heard the messenger speak in ill.u.s.tratian, which is almost exactly like the Ignite language so communication wasn't a problem. "You are the King? You are just a small Ignite."

"Yes I'm the King, the Hell do you want with my Domain?" King Michael answered, his tone gravelly and his intention to scorch the Messenger as soon as the proper opportunity is given to him.

But first he wants to hear the Messenger out, since the ill.u.s.tratian Alliance trying to negotiate instead of instantly attacking, is nothing less than rare. To let out some rage he of course had to offend the messenger a little bit, unkingly but he doesn't like his own Domain getting threatened. "How many battles do you all intend to loose before figuring out who is the Superior?"

"We do not represent the ill.u.s.tratian Alliance, Meridionali Ignis has left it and we are here in the name of Grand King Talato." A rather odd situation, especially for King Michael. But it became a bit stunning when the messenger tossed a rolled up Parchment and mildly shouted, "Catch."

"How the hell did Meridionali Ignis leave the Alliance when the root of it is in that Country? What kind of nonsense is this? What kind of trickery do you intend to do?" King Michael obviously didn't fail to express himself, and the Messenger is remaining surprisingly tolerant. He isn't replying, meaning he isn't shouting with ego as his root intend.

The Parchment fell on the ground since the distance between them was too far and the Parchment too light, but the King did not fail to retrieve it while keeping a suspicious eye on the messenger.

Walking about 15 feet backwards after, to get a little bit of distance from the enemy and afterwards calling for Saleem and 3 Guards as protectors, this way the King would be a lot less paranoid. He finally opened the Parchment and read its contents.

"Greetings King... Whomever you might be. I am Grand King Talato. You might be wondering why 600 Soldiers are in your doorstep today, well they are here to offer you the chance of survival. See I couldn't help but notice that your Domain has become the main spot for transactions between your Neighbouring Domains and Zameria, don't ask yourself how I found out." Upon reading this first Paragraph, King Michael already noticed where this was going but he had to continue in order to be absolutely transparent before obviously attacking.

"I can easily swallow your Kingdom, don't let my recent unnecessary losses hypnotize you, but neither you or I can afford to loose more Soldiers, that is a fact we can't lie about. So I'm here with an offer that no enemy would bother to send." Well, here comes the most important part. Grand King Talato is doing a good job of sugar coating everything, last time he just sent Weaklings from Wide River Kingdom to invade this Domain without trying to negotiate since he figured Gaster Kingdom as weak.

Regardless, we can reach to the third Paragraph now. "If you accept governing from our motherland, from my forces and qualified intellectuals of higher standards. I will protect your Kingdom from other external threats, such as the famous King Xakro ill.u.s.tratio lll and what's left of his forces. In exchange, your Domain will pay my Capital Kingdom 30% of your Domain's monthly income, not to be confused with your monthly profit until further notice."

"What kind of Bullshit is this." He thought to himself but also murmured a tad bit. The Guards heard him but they barely understood.

The King moved down to the last and final Paragraph which stated. "Fail to cooperate with us and that Army of 600 in front of your Domain will be sure to attack, I doubt that you have more soldiers to fight for your Kingdom after the last battle. And for f.u.c.k's sake if your Army survives again, another one will be against you soon, asserting Dominance."

King Michael obviously isn't planning to agree with this over confident Grand King who speaks without knowing thick details. But in between the Anger that has quite over flown his head, he thought of an idea which can categorize him as evil. But after all there is no fair or unfair in War.

The King walked in front of the bundle that has been protecting him for the past minute and spoke to the messenger. "I will consider your Grand King's offer, how much time do I have."

"The Main Guard Commander explained to me that you have until dawn to decide." The Messenger answered, feeling a bit confident now that Gaster Kingdom is a step away from being reclaimed. That's what he thinks at least.

"I'll let you know in the Morning." King Michael answered and walked away.

But before he did so, Saleem could notice a smirk between the King's words, and considering what complex work he has been doing lately, there is no doubt that the King is a mastermind. So the large Saleem didn't say a thing and just went along with it, walking backwards so the King receives absolute 100% protection from any threat.

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"Oh good you all are here." King Michael spoke lightly as he glanced upon the three Fire Controllers. "Follow me."

Afterwards Michael knocked on the closest house and by the authority of the King he said. "I need your house for an hour or so, make your way to the Castle and enjoy a free meal."

Luckily, this house contained Ignites only and communication was a breeze. To be asked for a favour from the generous King is one honour and to eat in the Castle is the second, possibly bigger one based on personal points of view.

The Ignite family walked out swiftly and Mogranius wasn't shy to ask. "What the hell is going on here."

"Hehehehe..." King Michael let out a short laugh, and speed walked towards a Chair. Afterwards he shed more light upon this predicament by saying. "I figured out an expert battle plan, that's what's going on!"