The war negotiations were not over yet. Weed had gathered the lords and the guild masters into a building to discuss war negotiations. Basically it was reparations for the war. The number of prisoners from the Northern Alliance was perplexing. They had taken over 70 thousand prisoner. Of those there were 14 thousand users. The war reparations was bound to put them at a significant disadvantage.
The Styrene Guild took the first move.
"Morata lord, Morata is a well respected place. I have admired Weed-nim since the Continent is magic."
The beginners and POWs could witness the negotiations that were going on. With the amplification of sound magic the conversation could be heard from all over Morata. The stats were also covering the conversation live. They tried to smoothed over things politically. Weed saw that some of the players were on the Hall of Fame and were trying to make themselves sound professional. The Northern Alliance was at a huge disadvantage. However the Styrene Guild continued at Weed.
'This much is just?'
There was a need to understand the personality and taste of the other party. So they tried to praise him as much as they could! They wanted to start the negotiations off with elegant lines of praise.
"The monsters of the Northern part of Morata are scatter out, this must be because Lord Weed is dependable. However, have you seen the extent of damage on the other villages?"
"..."
The Styrene Guild mention the loss of their culture and art.
"Even though we invested a lot of money, our villagers keep migrating to Morata which is a big loss for us."
The Lords of the Northern Alliance nodded in unison since they were all sympathetic to the words being said. They did not have the kind of money for this and wanted to escape this suffering.
"The damage is done now and we will agree to no longer invade Morata. The defeat is ours and we would like our inhabitants bak. So the point is, could you please consider this agreement and we will not attack Morata again."
After the Styrene Guild finished, they finally noticed. Weed was the notorious God of War known as the worst of the worst. In the Continent of Magic, he would kill anyone that made noise in the dungeon and even those that ran away. Weed had no sympathy or compassion. He was burned into history as the unscrupulous user that kills and takes all! Weed had his arms crossed with narrow eyes. That much could show his attitude that he was not at all pleased.
'I didn't get all the items...I have lost more than I got. I can not sleep well tonight.'
Weed's face was contorted like a demon.
'Have to move on from the bitter memories and live the rest of life. I have to go on day by day. It's like an only man that's suffering from painful memories as he separates the trash'
Mapan went on Weed's behalf.
"That is your position as the Northern Alliance, but from Morata's perspective there is no reason to look at a single side of the war."
"But we don't have any money to pay."
"No, but that does not mean that the war reparations are done now does it?"
"..."
"Are you saying that you want to leave the war negotiations?"
Mapan gave them a suggestion. After a war negotiation are given up, the surrendered prisoners are given a trial. Of course the one that makes the judgement is Weed and the people that he appointed. Users that kills Morata's soldiers are usually thrown in jail and imprisoned. The penalty that had to be paid was by no mean trivial. If there was resistance, then that meant death.Even if the users was safely negotiated, the soldier would resent their Lords. Their side had to accept the painful reality of defeat in war.
"Weed was one of the contributors to the Dragon Hunt and created this warm climate. What about his adventure to reclaim Morata? Weed had to go to a number of achievements in his adventures to find out a number of towns want to invade once the Church of Freya's protection ends because they had gone blind with greed."
Mapan cooly began to criticize the lords of the Northern Alliance. Traders always took pleasure in taking advantage of the powerless. For war reparations, usually 70% was divided amongst the soldiers. The remaining 30% went to the Lord for developing the city. Mapan wanted to benefit as much as possible from the situation. Mapan emphatically demanded.
"One users is 900 gold and its 200 gold per soldier as reparations."
"This is ridiculous."
"I expected a large amount but this is too much!"
This situation was also within his calculations. It was a reasonable amount for the cost of their lives. The problem with the war negotiations was the at lords did not have that kind of money! In the center of the continent, those in power always had thousands of gold but the lords of the North were generally poor. They had used most of their fortune moving from the central continent to the North to form towns.
"We don't have that kind of money."
"Even if you cut it in half, we still can't pay it."
Even for the central continent, 120 thousand troops of the Northern Alliance was not common. The fact that they had been defeated as well has having such a large number of captives was a disgrace to the lords. If they could not afford to pay the ransom then it could lead to another war.
"A single user at 900 gold is the amount though. Until now, all the previous wars on the Continent of Versailles had done this so it is a reasonable amount."
Mapan raised an eyebrow at the opposition. Even if there was no money to pay, they could not move on without making negotiations. Weed had his arms folded and was silent.
'Even at around 70%, they would have to depend on credit and pay in installments each month, and then the amount would lessen each month. I would not gain much. Then the overdue interest would increase drastically...'
Weed decided to clean up the situation while Mapan was with the troubled lords.
"There is no need for compensation."
"What?"
Mapan was astonished. To think that Weed would out and say something like this. He could not believe that these words would come out of Weed's mouth. The Lords of the Northern Alliance did not understand about the war reparations and just looked onwards. They did not believe what he had just said.
'They would be forced to get a loan.'
The lords of the northern towns could not earn much income. The investments cost them a lot and there was nothing that they could earn from. There was no guarantee that Morata would ever see the money since it was such an excessive amount. If there was another war then Morata would not have the Kallamore Knights available. In the future there may be another lord that my decide to invade the North again. Weed, to the Northern Alliance Lords, would look like a malicious debt collector.
"There will be no compensation, the prisoners will be set free."
"Really?"
The Styrene Guild could not believe it. From Weed's position this could only be charity and there was no sense for it.
"Also a promise. Morata will not invade the other towns."
From Weed's position he did not need to occupy the towns to get benefits. Morata was not a small territory. Territory was not something that was fixed.There was a lot of ground between each state. Thus as culture grows, the boundary of the city expands.
"I suggest a trade agreement."
"What?"
"As you know, Morata has improved a lot as a beginner town."
The Lords of the Northern Alliance nodded. They had experienced it first had so they knew better than anyone else.
"In the future there will be a need for weapons and armors for the beginners as well as a large amount of resources."
The Lords of the Northern Alliance began to get uncomfortable. Morata was a place that beginners could grow easily at. They had watched Morata grow increasingly powerful.
"And?"
"The beginners will need the necessary resources. Morata has many things such as mines and fields. There are items that are obtained from hunting that would be useful for beginners that you could sell."
Commercial development, taxes and permits were the right of the Lords. To open up the Northern Lords would create a huge market for beginners. The Styrene Guild had a broad expression on their faces during this difficult negotiations.
The war negotiations were not over yet. Weed had gathered the lords and the guild masters into a building to discuss war negotiations. Basically it was reparations for the war. The number of prisoners from the Northern Alliance was perplexing. They had taken over 70 thousand prisoner. Of those there were 14 thousand users. The war reparations was bound to put them at a significant disadvantage.The Styrene Guild took the first move. "Morata lord, Morata is a well respected place. I have admired Weed-nim since the Continent is magic."The beginners and POWs could witness the negotiations that were going on. With the amplification of sound magic the conversation could be heard from all over Morata. The stats were also covering the conversation live. They tried to smoothed over things politically. Weed saw that some of the players were on the Hall of Fame and were trying to make themselves sound professional. The Northern Alliance was at a huge disadvantage. However the Styrene Guild continued at Weed. 'This much is just?'There was a need to understand the personality and taste of the other party. So they tried to praise him as much as they could! They wanted to start the negotiations off with elegant lines of praise. "The monsters of the Northern part of Morata are scatter out, this must be because Lord Weed is dependable. However, have you seen the extent of damage on the other villages?""..."The Styrene Guild mention the loss of their culture and art. "Even though we invested a lot of money, our villagers keep migrating to Morata which is a big loss for us." The Lords of the Northern Alliance nodded in unison since they were all sympathetic to the words being said. They did not have the kind of money for this and wanted to escape this suffering. "The damage is done now and we will agree to no longer invade Morata. The defeat is ours and we would like our inhabitants bak. So the point is, could you please consider this agreement and we will not attack Morata again."After the Styrene Guild finished, they finally noticed. Weed was the notorious God of War known as the worst of the worst. In the Continent of Magic, he would kill anyone that made noise in the dungeon and even those that ran away. Weed had no sympathy or compassion. He was burned into history as the unscrupulous user that kills and takes all! Weed had his arms crossed with narrow eyes. That much could show his attitude that he was not at all pleased. 'I didn't get all the items...I have lost more than I got. I can not sleep well tonight.'Weed's face was contorted like a demon. 'Have to move on from the bitter memories and live the rest of life. I have to go on day by day. It's like an only man that's suffering from painful memories as he separates the trash'Mapan went on Weed's behalf. "That is your position as the Northern Alliance, but from Morata's perspective there is no reason to look at a single side of the war.""But we don't have any money to pay.""No, but that does not mean that the war reparations are done now does it?""...""Are you saying that you want to leave the war negotiations?"Mapan gave them a suggestion. After a war negotiation are given up, the surrendered prisoners are given a trial. Of course the one that makes the judgement is Weed and the people that he appointed. Users that kills Morata's soldiers are usually thrown in jail and imprisoned. The penalty that had to be paid was by no mean trivial. If there was resistance, then that meant death.Even if the users was safely negotiated, the soldier would resent their Lords. Their side had to accept the painful reality of defeat in war. "Weed was one of the contributors to the Dragon Hunt and created this warm climate. What about his adventure to reclaim Morata? Weed had to go to a number of achievements in his adventures to find out a number of towns want to invade once the Church of Freya's protection ends because they had gone blind with greed."Mapan cooly began to criticize the lords of the Northern Alliance. Traders always took pleasure in taking advantage of the powerless. For war reparations, usually 70% was divided amongst the soldiers. The remaining 30% went to the Lord for developing the city. Mapan wanted to benefit as much as possible from the situation. Mapan emphatically demanded. "One users is 900 gold and its 200 gold per soldier as reparations.""This is ridiculous.""I expected a large amount but this is too much!"This situation was also within his calculations. It was a reasonable amount for the cost of their lives. The problem with the war negotiations was the at lords did not have that kind of money! In the center of the continent, those in power always had thousands of gold but the lords of the North were generally poor. They had used most of their fortune moving from the central continent to the North to form towns. "We don't have that kind of money.""Even if you cut it in half, we still can't pay it." Even for the central continent, 120 thousand troops of the Northern Alliance was not common. The fact that they had been defeated as well has having such a large number of captives was a disgrace to the lords. If they could not afford to pay the ransom then it could lead to another war. "A single user at 900 gold is the amount though. Until now, all the previous wars on the Continent of Versailles had done this so it is a reasonable amount." Mapan raised an eyebrow at the opposition. Even if there was no money to pay, they could not move on without making negotiations. Weed had his arms folded and was silent. 'Even at around 70%, they would have to depend on credit and pay in installments each month, and then the amount would lessen each month. I would not gain much. Then the overdue interest would increase drastically...'Weed decided to clean up the situation while Mapan was with the troubled lords.
"There is no need for compensation."
"What?"
Mapan was astonished. To think that Weed would out and say something like this. He could not believe that these words would come out of Weed's mouth. The Lords of the Northern Alliance did not understand about the war reparations and just looked onwards. They did not believe what he had just said.
'They would be forced to get a loan.'
The lords of the northern towns could not earn much income. The investments cost them a lot and there was nothing that they could earn from. There was no guarantee that Morata would ever see the money since it was such an excessive amount. If there was another war then Morata would not have the Kallamore Knights available. In the future there may be another lord that my decide to invade the North again. Weed, to the Northern Alliance Lords, would look like a malicious debt collector.
"There will be no compensation, the prisoners will be set free."
"Really?"
The Styrene Guild could not believe it. From Weed's position this could only be charity and there was no sense for it.
"Also a promise. Morata will not invade the other towns."
From Weed's position he did not need to occupy the towns to get benefits. Morata was not a small territory. Territory was not something that was fixed.There was a lot of ground between each state. Thus as culture grows, the boundary of the city expands.
"I suggest a trade agreement."
"What?"
"As you know, Morata has improved a lot as a beginner town."
The Lords of the Northern Alliance nodded. They had experienced it first had so they knew better than anyone else.
"In the future there will be a need for weapons and armors for the beginners as well as a large amount of resources."
The Lords of the Northern Alliance began to get uncomfortable. Morata was a place that beginners could grow easily at. They had watched Morata grow increasingly powerful.
"And?"
"The beginners will need the necessary resources. Morata has many things such as mines and fields. There are items that are obtained from hunting that would be useful for beginners that you could sell."
Commercial development, taxes and permits were the right of the Lords. To open up the Northern Lords would create a huge market for beginners. The Styrene Guild had a broad expression on their faces during this difficult negotiations.
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