Chapter 698 Threat

The stalemate in the negotiation lasted for several days.

The orc chieftain was a determined man who was determined to swallow up the entire northeastern region of the Ordo Kingdom.

But Prince Jasim, the leader of the Ordo delegation, did not give in and insisted that the orcs immediately withdraw from human land.

Until one day, Chief Abar invited Prince Jasim to go fishing by the river. According to the chieftain, this was a completely private event to relax the spirit for the tense negotiations and would not involve the forces represented by both parties.

Both of them met with only guards, completely leaving their respective senior officials aside.

Prince Jasim accepted Abar's invitation and went with only his personal guards.

Of course, he would not believe Abar's so-called "just a private event".

Abar wanted to meet him alone, so he must have something to say that could not be put on the table.

Maybe there was a rebellion on the grassland, or maybe Gabela or some other force kicked the orcs' ass.

Abar must have some problems that he had to deal with immediately. He hoped that both sides would make some concessions so that the other side could step down decently.

Prince Jasim had a relatively optimistic attitude towards this private meeting.

In a dense forest, there were birds singing and flowers blooming everywhere. Several gurgling streams flowed into a small lake. The lake water was very clear, and you could see the fish playing in it. Each fish was very plump, which made people want to cast their rods.

This is indeed a very suitable place for leisure and fishing. Prince Jasim was very surprised that the orc leader with a sturdy and rough appearance had such a delicate mind.

The prince rode his horse and stepped on the soft grass to the lakeside. Abar had already set the hook there.

He sat on a recliner, with wine utensils on a small round table next to him, and looked contented.

The prince was a little puzzled. The orc chieftain did not show any anxiety in his appearance.

He stood up from the recliner and welcomed him, "Your Highness, I am glad that you can enjoy this beautiful scenery with me."

Jasim felt unhappy. He was clearly an invader, but he pretended to be the owner of this land.

He smiled slightly, "It is really great to be able to relax so much in the tension."

The prince took the hoist handed by Abal, looked into the lake, and skillfully threw the fishing hook into the lake.

The two sat together by the lake, tasting fine wine and chatting.

After talking about some interesting things about the grassland and Jingyao, Jasim finally waited for what Abal really wanted to say to him.

"Your Highness, you should agree to my terms. This is for your own good."

Jassim was a little amused. "I'm sorry, but if you agree, you will become the target of public criticism."

Abal sighed. "Well, actually, I have invited another guest here."

Jassim looked at Abal in confusion and waved to the distance. Soon, a man emerged from the shadows of the forest and walked slowly towards them.

"This is..."

He was confused at first, and then slowly turned into shock.

"Merciful Father!" The prince prayed in his heart.

Seeing the change in his facial expression, Abal smiled, "I think this is also an old acquaintance of yours."

The visitor was a man in a black robe. Judging from his face, he should be a Gabela.

"Your Highness, long time no see." The man greeted calmly.

"Who are you? I don't know you." Jasim's tone was still calm.

"Haha, it's not good to neglect an old friend like this." Abal looked like he was watching a good show, but his tone was like a knife stabbing Jasim's heart.

The man waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to see me. I will leave soon and won't disturb your good mood. But before leaving, I need to convey a little advice from the secret society."

The word "secret society" finally made Jasim unable to hold back.

His face flushed, and he roared in a low voice: "What are you doing here? I don't need your so-called assistance anymore!"

The guards in the distance noticed the prince's abnormality and walked over here.

Jasim immediately gestured to them to stop the guards from approaching.

"Please rest assured, I am not here to provide you with assistance, but... to collect some small rewards." The man said with a smile.

"You... and you..."

Jasim pointed at him angrily, and Abal, who was smiling but not saying anything, "You are actually colluding with each other."

He never thought that Abal's so-called fishing was actually for him.

"Please don't use such harsh words." Abal said gently, "Anyone can trade with anyone. Didn't you do the same thing before?"

The man in black robe said, "Prince, in order not to waste each other's time, I will say it directly. The Secret Society hopes that you can meet some requirements of the chief."

"This is impossible!" Jasim was extremely angry.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one book, one bar!

The man in black robe frowned, and a layer of frost covered his face, which was full of smiles just now.

"Then we have to disclose some secrets that only we know. For example...about the health of the former king of Aldo."

Jasim narrowed his eyes, "You have no evidence!"

"Believe me! Your Highness, if there is no evidence, I will not appear by your side and give you advice with confidence."

This is a harsh warning. Prince Jasim felt that he almost fell into an ice cave in an instant.

For the crown that he once desired infinitely, he once cooperated with the Secret Society.

Just that one time! Just that one time!

Jassim roared in his heart.

Just that one damn time!

What evidence did the other party leave?

His brain was running at high speed. When dealing with wizards, such an unpopular group, he was extremely careful in every contact. Even letters would not be written in person. How could there be any damn evidence left!

But he did not dare to gamble. Once the other party really took out something, he would immediately end up in disgrace.

Seeing that he was still struggling, the man slowly unfolded a piece of parchment.

Jassim was instantly struck by lightning.

Indeed, this was a letter written by him personally, which involved transactions with the Secret Society.

But this letter was clearly addressed to another confidant, how could it be in the hands of the Secret Society?

"You don't have to doubt it, Your Highness. The holder of the letter is very loyal to you, and he was, is, and may be in the future."

The black-robed man said slowly: "But he can't resist the power of the arcane. In his brain's memory, he even thought that the letter had been destroyed."

Jasim fell into despair. Indeed, these cursed guys have strange abilities.

"Okay!"

The prince exhaled heavily, trying to calm himself down.

"We can make concessions, but we have to talk about the details."

It's done!

Abal and the black-robed man looked at each other.

The cooperation was pleasant, and the two spoke to each other with their eyes.