Chapter 785 You don’t want me to be a human being
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Just when the two were in trouble.
The surrounding scenery changes.
By the time they realized it, their surroundings had turned into an empty manor.
This place is extremely empty, there is only a sofa and a table in the huge room.
On the sofa, a young man with black hair and a luxurious wizard robe was holding a cup of black tea.
"Please sit down."
The young man's voice was full of irresistible meaning.
The president and Root looked at each other, and neither of them could guess where this place was.
Fortunately, they can probably guess the identity of the person opposite.
Root looked around and asked, "Where are we sitting?"
"Anywhere." John raised his eyebrows.
Without reacting, Root found himself sitting down.
The president is by his side.
"Black tea or coffee?" John continued to ask.
"Coffee." The president tugged on his tie to make his breathing less oppressive.
Staring into John's face, he asked, "Have we met?"
"Mr. President is really easy to forget." John chuckled, "Don't you remember last night?"
last night?
stove!
The president remembered who it was.
The one who speaks to himself.
"Are you the Witch King?" He did not expect that the so-called Witch King turned out to be a young man.
John said casually, "Obviously the answer is that."
Lute also thought that this person was the Witch King.
"Forgive me for being rude before," the president said, knowing that this was not the time to put on airs. "I hope there can be a new negotiation."
"Oh?" John raised his cup, and the teapot floated in the air and poured a cup of hot tea for him with white smoke.
he sipped
Lipstick tea, said indifferently: "I once showed you kindness, Mr. President."
"Your reward is the harm to the wizard, the attack on the magic crystal island, and the arrest of the wizard in the Plymouth colony."
"You call wizards mice contemptuously," John said shaking his head, "but you forgot that in the Middle Ages, the source of the Black Death was mice."
He did not have the humility of talking to the strongest national leader, but was flat and excessively calm.
"Francis' matter, with your indulgence and instruction, how should I repay your 'goodwill'?"
John's calm words can always bring cold sweat to people.
The president's mind turned quickly, his previous arrogance was indeed too stupid.
"Equality, this is your condition, I show it to you." John said lightly, "Now, it's time for me to see what you have to convince me."
The Dragon of Destruction is at the gate of Washington, and the two feel that the pressure has increased too much.
Not only that, John didn't stop putting pressure on the two.
He took out a pocket watch and opened it. The time inside showed that there were less than 3 minutes left.
The second hand turns in the pocket watch.
He slowly pushed it over.
Seeing the remaining time, Root took a deep breath and said seriously: "We apologize for our previous arrogance, respected Witch King."
"But I know that you didn't come with destruction."
"Isn't it with destruction?" John smiled, "There are many places in America that have been destroyed."
"Yes, I know," Root looked at John seriously, "But Westview is an exception, isn't it?"
"What you are attacking is the base where the wizard is imprisoned and the
Base. "
"At this point, I see your kindness."
"Mercy? I didn't expect that one day killing would be called mercy." John said with emotion, "You have convinced me, Mr. Root."
"Try harder, maybe I will be persuaded by you."
Root listened to the other party's tone of voice, and he understood that the other party was just looking at a toy.
"People who are not equal can't talk at the same table," Root took a deep breath, "Even if Washington is destroyed, it won't do the wizarding world any good."
"You're wrong about that," John joked, "Wizards need a piece of land as their hometown."
"Washington is pretty good."
John snapped his fingers, and the surrounding scenery changed.
The empty room turned white, and then the surrounding gradually became a place where there were fewer towering buildings and modern civilization.
"In the past, the United States only completed the founding of the country by massacring the natives of this land."
They saw that the original owner of this land was massacred by the army that came across the ocean.
"Killing is the essence of development. I am just recreating what you have done." John relaxed his posture, let go of the cup in his hand and disappeared, and leaned comfortably on the sofa and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong."
The history of his own family was moved out, and the president hurriedly said, "No, it's different, we are here to survive."
"It's also because of my survival!" John interrupted him with sharp eyes, "Have you forgotten who is driving away the land where wizards live?"
Of course it is me.
The president couldn't tell the story of his troubles. When he bullied the wizards, no one said they were so terrible.
weapons.
Root glanced at the president. Although he was a president from a prestigious university, he was not a good candidate for diplomacy.
"Then you can't accomplish the feat of the United States." Root regained his calm diplomat image, stared at John and said, "The rules of this world are not like that."
"You can destroy Washington, and even take wizards to occupy the place where the corpses are everywhere."
"But the country, every country, including your allies, they will not continue to communicate with you, but organize to declare war on wizards."
"Because we see your brutality." Root said, "You can promise friendship with other countries, which means that wizards don't want to be the enemy of mankind."
"Respected Witch King," Lut said neither humble nor overbearing, "I understand your anger, death is just death, it cannot create everything."
True diplomacy is to use benefits to invite, to use harm to force others!
John looked at Root with admiration in his eyes.
The man is a good diplomat and has insight into his own mind.
Yes, John is not going to kill Washington.
Precisely, not unless he's ready to reboot the world.
If a monster that can destroy Washington appears, then all human beings in the world will unite to kill that monster.
This is the heart of the people.
Even countries that have promised to make good friends are still watching their own attitude.
They allow wizards to have powerful weapons, but they cannot make wizards lose their hearts.
Killing millions of people at once is no longer humanly possible.
Then they will turn their guns and aim at the existence called wizard.
Too extreme behavior will cause
So wizards cannot coexist on opposite sides.
What John needs is to make the most powerful country suffer and make concessions.
The Dragon of Destruction is a nuclear weapon of magic, and its deterrent power lies in the existence of dragons.
"You're right, it's easier to die than to create," John said, "and I don't want to rebuild."
This is a relief.
The president looked at Root gratefully.
Root also had a trace of rejoicing, he bet right.
The pressure of a diplomat who is in danger is no lower than that of the president. Every word and deed of him represents the lives of millions of people behind him.
Now knowing that it wasn't from destruction, it also opened up a gap in the negotiations.
He said: "The United States will not interfere with the continued development of Wizards. This is a concession we have made."
Those wizards in the United States have become hot potatoes, and even if they want to make plans, they are not as blatant as Francis.
"Not enough," John said, shaking his head, "These chips are not enough."
The banker on the world table is still the Muggle, John temporarily sits on the banker, and must obtain enough favorable conditions for wizards for himself.
"The United States needs to permanently recognize the independence of the Magic Kingdom and not persecute the citizens of the Magic Kingdom."
John snapped his fingers again, and the surrounding scenery became the manor again.
"It's a real national recognition," he said.
"Anyone who uses magic will be a citizen of the magic kingdom."
His request was not excessive, but it was embarrassing.
...
The surrounding scenery changes.
By the time they realized it, their surroundings had turned into an empty manor.
This place is extremely empty, there is only a sofa and a table in the huge room.
On the sofa, a young man with black hair and a luxurious wizard robe was holding a cup of black tea.
"Please sit down."
The young man's voice was full of irresistible meaning.
The president and Root looked at each other, and neither of them could guess where this place was.
Fortunately, they can probably guess the identity of the person opposite.
Root looked around and asked, "Where are we sitting?"
"Anywhere." John raised his eyebrows.
Without reacting, Root found himself sitting down.
The president is by his side.
"Black tea or coffee?" John continued to ask.
"Coffee." The president tugged on his tie to make his breathing less oppressive.
Staring into John's face, he asked, "Have we met?"
"Mr. President is really easy to forget." John chuckled, "Don't you remember last night?"
last night?
stove!
The president remembered who it was.
The one who speaks to himself.
"Are you the Witch King?" He did not expect that the so-called Witch King turned out to be a young man.
John said casually, "Obviously the answer is that."
Lute also thought that this person was the Witch King.
"Forgive me for being rude before," the president said, knowing that this was not the time to put on airs. "I hope there can be a new negotiation."
"Oh?" John raised his cup, and the teapot floated in the air and poured a cup of hot tea for him with white smoke.
he sipped
Lipstick tea, said indifferently: "I once showed you kindness, Mr. President."
"Your reward is the harm to the wizard, the attack on the magic crystal island, and the arrest of the wizard in the Plymouth colony."
"You call wizards mice contemptuously," John said shaking his head, "but you forgot that in the Middle Ages, the source of the Black Death was mice."
He did not have the humility of talking to the strongest national leader, but was flat and excessively calm.
"Francis' matter, with your indulgence and instruction, how should I repay your 'goodwill'?"
John's calm words can always bring cold sweat to people.
The president's mind turned quickly, his previous arrogance was indeed too stupid.
"Equality, this is your condition, I show it to you." John said lightly, "Now, it's time for me to see what you have to convince me."
The Dragon of Destruction is at the gate of Washington, and the two feel that the pressure has increased too much.
Not only that, John didn't stop putting pressure on the two.
He took out a pocket watch and opened it. The time inside showed that there were less than 3 minutes left.
The second hand turns in the pocket watch.
He slowly pushed it over.
Seeing the remaining time, Root took a deep breath and said seriously: "We apologize for our previous arrogance, respected Witch King."
"But I know that you didn't come with destruction."
"Isn't it with destruction?" John smiled, "There are many places in America that have been destroyed."
"Yes, I know," Root looked at John seriously, "But Westview is an exception, isn't it?"
"What you are attacking is the base where the wizard is imprisoned and the
Base. "
"At this point, I see your kindness."
"Mercy? I didn't expect that one day killing would be called mercy." John said with emotion, "You have convinced me, Mr. Root."
"Try harder, maybe I will be persuaded by you."
Root listened to the other party's tone of voice, and he understood that the other party was just looking at a toy.
"People who are not equal can't talk at the same table," Root took a deep breath, "Even if Washington is destroyed, it won't do the wizarding world any good."
"You're wrong about that," John joked, "Wizards need a piece of land as their hometown."
"Washington is pretty good."
John snapped his fingers, and the surrounding scenery changed.
The empty room turned white, and then the surrounding gradually became a place where there were fewer towering buildings and modern civilization.
"In the past, the United States only completed the founding of the country by massacring the natives of this land."
They saw that the original owner of this land was massacred by the army that came across the ocean.
"Killing is the essence of development. I am just recreating what you have done." John relaxed his posture, let go of the cup in his hand and disappeared, and leaned comfortably on the sofa and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong."
The history of his own family was moved out, and the president hurriedly said, "No, it's different, we are here to survive."
"It's also because of my survival!" John interrupted him with sharp eyes, "Have you forgotten who is driving away the land where wizards live?"
Of course it is me.
The president couldn't tell the story of his troubles. When he bullied the wizards, no one said they were so terrible.
weapons.
Root glanced at the president. Although he was a president from a prestigious university, he was not a good candidate for diplomacy.
"Then you can't accomplish the feat of the United States." Root regained his calm diplomat image, stared at John and said, "The rules of this world are not like that."
"You can destroy Washington, and even take wizards to occupy the place where the corpses are everywhere."
"But the country, every country, including your allies, they will not continue to communicate with you, but organize to declare war on wizards."
"Because we see your brutality." Root said, "You can promise friendship with other countries, which means that wizards don't want to be the enemy of mankind."
"Respected Witch King," Lut said neither humble nor overbearing, "I understand your anger, death is just death, it cannot create everything."
True diplomacy is to use benefits to invite, to use harm to force others!
John looked at Root with admiration in his eyes.
The man is a good diplomat and has insight into his own mind.
Yes, John is not going to kill Washington.
Precisely, not unless he's ready to reboot the world.
If a monster that can destroy Washington appears, then all human beings in the world will unite to kill that monster.
This is the heart of the people.
Even countries that have promised to make good friends are still watching their own attitude.
They allow wizards to have powerful weapons, but they cannot make wizards lose their hearts.
Killing millions of people at once is no longer humanly possible.
Then they will turn their guns and aim at the existence called wizard.
Too extreme behavior will cause
So wizards cannot coexist on opposite sides.
What John needs is to make the most powerful country suffer and make concessions.
The Dragon of Destruction is a nuclear weapon of magic, and its deterrent power lies in the existence of dragons.
"You're right, it's easier to die than to create," John said, "and I don't want to rebuild."
This is a relief.
The president looked at Root gratefully.
Root also had a trace of rejoicing, he bet right.
The pressure of a diplomat who is in danger is no lower than that of the president. Every word and deed of him represents the lives of millions of people behind him.
Now knowing that it wasn't from destruction, it also opened up a gap in the negotiations.
He said: "The United States will not interfere with the continued development of Wizards. This is a concession we have made."
Those wizards in the United States have become hot potatoes, and even if they want to make plans, they are not as blatant as Francis.
"Not enough," John said, shaking his head, "These chips are not enough."
The banker on the world table is still the Muggle, John temporarily sits on the banker, and must obtain enough favorable conditions for wizards for himself.
"The United States needs to permanently recognize the independence of the Magic Kingdom and not persecute the citizens of the Magic Kingdom."
John snapped his fingers again, and the surrounding scenery became the manor again.
"It's a real national recognition," he said.
"Anyone who uses magic will be a citizen of the magic kingdom."
His request was not excessive, but it was embarrassing.
...
