Paulin coldly looked at the panicked city of Goa. It is the central city of the entire Tik-controlled area. It is the capital of the Goa Province. It is rich and rich as the first-class mansion in the Central Province of India and De'an. It is always rich in the continent. The gold mines in the east and the gem producing areas in the south are all fertile places. Just from the main street of Goa City, you can see a series of gold shop signs and gem shops that cannot be seen at the end. There are many luxury buildings and houses, which are beautiful. However, today the bustling streets in the past have become chaotic. All the business trips coming and going are panicked. Before the sky has darkened, the gates on the street have begun to close, and the panic atmosphere spreading like a plague is filled with the entire city of Goa.

A large group of soldiers following Baolin had already alerted the entire inn. There were no outsiders in the entire inn. Now the war was about to burn here, and no one was willing to stay here. Baolin was walking in the courtyard impatiently. Why didn't these stupid Tiks still fall into the trap? The information spread by the intelligence department was indeed enough to make the whole city of Goa panic, but this damn Farash was still unwilling to accept his conditions. Is this guy really willing to be a prisoner of the Luzons? Baolin didn't believe it.

Pauling has had many dealings with Farash over the past few times. If the leader of the Tik was barely qualified before the invasion of Hyderabad, he could not see anything except a little ambitious. However, after the failure of the northern invasion and the double blow of the Western Xinjiang and the Komini people, the leader's spiritual defense line was completely collapsed. If Bremer had not taken on the heavy responsibility of supporting the overall situation of the Tik tribe in time, I was afraid that the Tik people would not even maintain it now, and it would have fallen apart. The Farash family should have said that for a hundred years

Having accumulated a huge amount of wealth, he would definitely not be willing to let this wealth fall into the hands of the Luzons. With this wealth, it would be more than enough to not be able to live a safe and secure life there. From yesterday's reception, Paulin had already noticed that this guy was lobbying something. The only thing he was worried about was whether his wealth could be guaranteed, right? But he seemed to have no way out. He had no other way except to believe in himself. Of course, it was not impossible to protect his private property, but it required a necessary price.

"Master Bao, Chief Farash's personal steward comes to invite you to his inner house to talk to him." The words of the personal soldiers made Baolin happy. Yesterday, Bremer was present, and many things that could have been identified could not be identified. After all, this guy still has tens of thousands of tik troops in his hands, and he still has to rely on him to support him on the front line for a few days. This guy seems a little unreasonable, so he can't blame himself. With Farash's cooperation, everything is enough.

Stepping into Farash's inner house, Pauling was once again shocked by the luxury of these Indians. The entire courtyard was full of classical style of the Middle Continent. Pauling doubted whether the chief really had such a high appreciation level. In his opinion, he was afraid that the chance of artwork was greater. But even so, the cost of such a courtyard alone was probably enough for a division to have a year's needs, and this was just the cost of building this courtyard.

Twelve different images of jade flying heaven surround the garden. The huge fountain sculpture in the center is known to be a masterpiece of famous masters at a glance. The sprayed spring is full of rich fragrance of flowers. There are some red petals on the pond. The swimming fish play leisurely and comfortably. The waiter and servant in the brocade robe stand respectfully in front of the door, and the guard holding a knife and gun look straight, motionless, and there are different servants leading the way at the door, which is enough to show the strict rules and regulations of the great chief's house.

Pauling was finally able to sit with the ninth chief of the Farash family one-on-one. Seeing the big chief in front of him who was a little depressed but was beating in his eyes, Pauling felt a little unbearable. But now he was powerless. The rule of the Farash family has ended. Whether it is a Luzonian or the empire to become the new owner of this land in the future, there will definitely be no share of this big chief. His best choice is to leave this land with the endless wealth left by his ancestors and live a carefree life of a rich man. This kind of life of the strong prey on the weak is not suitable for him. Although he was once ambitious, the facts prove that being too ambitious will only bring more pain to himself.

"Chief, there are only two of us at this moment. I think we can talk about each other's conditions openly and honestly. I can tell you clearly that the Luzonians are now taking great strides. Maybe three days later or even two days later, the Luzonian army will step into the city. General Bremer's army cannot stop the Luzonians. I believe General Bremer has reported to you this point. Goa is a pearl of the Tik tribe. We don't want to see the prey of those barbaric and ignorant Luzonians, but now we cannot ignore some less pleasant things. What do you think?" Pauling wanted to put forward the conditions directly, but considering the other party's mood, worried that the other party would be unable to accept it for a while, and he had to choose some tactful sentences to avoid stimulating the other party.

"Mr. Paulin, can't you really send troops to help us? I am willing to agree to any conditions for you, as long as you can help me, the Farash family, restore my original status." He bit his lip unwillingly. Although he lost a lot of weight in a few days, Chief Farash's eyes were still bright.

Paulin sneered deep in his heart. This guy said it nicely. At that time, he tried every means to lobby the other party and hoped that the other party could agree to let the garrison enter, but this guy even strictly limited the number of garrisons in the Lahore Province, and even sent troops to monitor the garrisons in the Western Xinjiang province. The contact between the Taiga tribe and its own side was deliberately obstructed by this guy. If it weren't for this guy's difficulties, his situation might be much better now. If the Seventh Legion could be allowed to enter as soon as possible, Paulin believed that at least the Goa Mansion could be controlled by his side. But now, if he wanted to forcibly enter Goa, it would inevitably break out fiercely with the Luzons who were determined to win. Without any obstacles, this task was too difficult for the Seventh Legion, which had only tens of thousands of troops.

"Great Chief, your request seems to have come a little too late. I have pointed out to you a long time ago that the Luzons have been trying to plot your land and wealth, but you are always skeptical of our sincerity. I have proposed to you to sign a mutual assistance agreement and send troops to help you station in the border areas, but you always avoid talking. Now the Luzons are really here, Pang Gong is lost, Xize is lost, Lei Bo is lost, and now it is Goa's turn. You should be clear that the Luzons are not good men and women, and because of your suspicion and hesitation, I cannot ask His Royal Highness Qin to send more troops in time. Now I am anxious, and I can't do anything." Baolin looked regretful, "Great Chief, let's be more practical. Leave Goa first, and wait for the reinforcements of the Empire to arrive, and we can make a comeback."

After breathing out a long breath, Farash stared at Baolin's face for a long time before he squeezed out a few words from his teeth and said, "Mr. Baolin, you don't have to do this. I don't believe that your Highness, King of Qin, will have such a good intention to help me regain what should belong to me. If you have any conditions, please raise it."

"Very good, Mr. Farash, if you were so rational earlier, I think the situation would not have become so bad. Do people have to suffer certain setbacks before they can become rational?" Sharkyly shrugged, Paulin smiled: "Only people don't say secret words, our conditions are very simple. We can help you regain control of the entire Tik tribe. In exchange, Tik must sign a protection agreement with the empire, just like your three northeastern provinces in India, Germany and An, and belong to the empire's protection land."

"Just this condition?" Farash looked at Baolin with suspicion. Although this condition was very harsh, it seemed too kind to compare to the Luzons' need to completely end their status. At least, the three northeastern provinces, the main settlement area of ​​the Solian tribe, did not seem to have much loss on the surface except for some administrative power shrinking after joining the Tang people. With the character of His Royal Highness of Qin, such conditions seemed a bit too generous. Now that his territory has completely fallen into the hands of the Luzons, the Tang people can take back all this from the Luzons, what is a protection treaty?

"Hehe, there is another additional condition, but I think since the chief can accept the first condition, this condition is definitely no problem." Pauling rubbed his hands, as if he was a little embarrassed, and seemed to be thinking about how to start his mouth.

Seeing the Chief Representative's appearance, Farash was a little confused. Does this guy really have any shameful requests? How could he have such an expression?
Chapter completed!