Over there, representatives from several medium-sized countries were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.
Most of them were there to check the wind direction. They drank quite a bit of alcohol, but not a single one of them took the initiative to talk to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng put down his wine glass, straightened his collar, and then called out in a salesman-like, ingratiating tone, "Gentlemen, Your Majesties, Kings, Dukes, and Generals of various countries, what are you still hesitating about?"
Oliver stood there, holding his wine glass, stunned.
He had just been secretly pleased with his negotiation skills, but now he suddenly had a subtle illusion that "I delivered myself to their doorstep."
But Lin Feng's sales pitch had already begun.
He was like a completely different person. The slightly tired composure he had when everyone was toasting him was completely gone. In his place were bright eyes and a set of words so fluent that no one could get a word in edgewise.
"Iron Bay Duchy, you are located along the coast of the Eastern Extreme Region. If the undead race were to encircle you from the sea, where would you find your escape route?"
After speaking to a short, stout man in a ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) blue tuxedo, Lin Feng turned to another tall, thin general in leather armor: "And you, Gray Ridge Kingdom, your territory is all mountains. Skeleton soldiers may be a bit slow climbing mountains, but what about bone dragons? Bone dragons don't care how high your mountains are."
The short, stout Duke of Iron Bay's lips moved slightly: "Lord Lin, that may be true, but the Antarctic Domain is, after all..."
"The Antarctic region is far after all?" Lin Feng continued, "Yes, it is far, but precisely because it is far, it takes the undead the longest to reach it."
"If you can submit to my territory in the Antarctic region, the bone tide of the undead will first attack my Hangu Pass, Lin Feng's stronghold. You all know my strength; if I can't stop it, no one can. What price do you want?"
Duke Iron Bay opened his mouth and looked at General Grey Ridge beside him.
General Gray Ridge was also looking at him, and both of them had a dazed expression on their faces, as if they were "perhaps convinced, but not quite sure where they were convinced."
Just as the Duke of Iron Bay was still hesitating, a loud voice boomed from the corner of the hall: "Lord Lin! The Vikings have joined!"
A man with a burly build, almost like a bear, pushed through the crowd and strode over.
His beard was braided into two thick braids that hung down to his chest, and the floor trembled slightly with every step he took.
This is Ragnar Ironaxe, the king of the Vikings.
He plopped down in the chair opposite Lin Feng, the chair creaking under his weight.
Regardless of whether anyone was watching, he simply pulled out a piece of animal hide from his pocket and unfolded it.
It depicts a belt radiating an icy blue aura, with runes engraved on it, each rune glowing faintly on the animal hide.
"【Frozen Waistband】, Gold Quality! +2000 HP, +10 Constitution, +150 Defense. The special effect is that when your HP is depleted, it locks your HP and freezes you in an ice block with 2000 Defense and 10000 HP for half an hour. Cooldown is 24 hours. This is a life-saving artifact!"
Ragnar slammed his hand on the animal hide, making the wine glasses on the table jump. "So? Is this belt good enough?"
Lin Feng glanced at the attributes on the animal hide, his pupils dilating slightly.
He immediately resumed his salesman's smile, but Ragnar had already accurately captured that micro-expression.
Ragnar grinned. "I knew you'd like it."
Suleiman, who was watching this scene from the side, held up his wine glass and whispered in Edmund's ear, "Look at Lord Lin's face. He wasn't even this excited when he was beating Hel."
Edmund calmly took a sip of his drink: "Nonsense, you won't drop equipment if you don't kill Hel, but you will."
Just as Lin Feng was about to continue promoting the product to a few other countries that were still hesitant, Jiang Zhaoyue, holding a wine glass on the outside of the crowd, turned her head and whispered something to Jiang Yelan.
“Look at him. Just now, when dozens of people were toasting him, he had this expression that said he just wanted to sleep after the battle. But now, as soon as he sees the gold equipment, his eyes light up like he’s seen something amazing.”
Jiang Yelan leaned against the wall, holding a wine glass, a slight smile playing on his lips.
She didn't speak, but her gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng.
The lord who had been silent on the city wall was now talking incessantly to representatives of several medium-sized countries like a small merchant.
He held up the blueprints for the Blood Oath Armor of the Cross Kingdom in his left hand and swung the Frozen Waistband of the Viking Kingdom in his right, while constantly saying to the Duke of Iron Bay, "It's a competitive job," "Please reconsider," and "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
She suddenly chuckled softly.
Jiang Zhaoyue turned her head to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"
"Laugh at him." Jiang Yelan's voice was calm, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide. "He doesn't say anything on the city wall, but he talks a lot here."
"It was the same back in Blackwind Camp. The moment they encountered equipment and resources, they were like a completely different person."
Jiang Zhaoyue smiled too. She took a sip of wine, tilted her head and looked in Lin Feng's direction. After a while, she said, "But this is the real him. He's too tense when fighting. He's much more relaxed when counting equipment."
Over there, Lin Feng had just accepted the boot blueprints from General Gray Ridge when he turned around and saw the two women laughing. He paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing," the two women said in unison.
Just then, Isabella stepped out from the crowd.
Although the Staff of the Wind God was not in her hand, her composed aura remained undiminished.
She walked up to Lin Feng, and the originally noisy hall naturally quieted down a bit.
This was not because she was the host of the celebration banquet, but because in the Eastern Extreme Region, the name "Isabella" itself represented absolute importance.
She picked up her wine glass, looked around the hall, and then spoke.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, and every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"There are many reasons why White Tower City was able to hold out and the undead army was able to retreat. Hundreds of thousands of defenders on the city walls fought desperately, and powerful figures from various countries fought desperately in the air."
She paused slightly, her gaze finally settling on Lin Feng, her tone becoming extremely solemn: "But the person White Tower City should be most grateful to is Lord Lin Feng. For six days and six nights, a thousand meters in the air, he fought against a level 49 opponent with a level 40, not allowing Hel Shadow to spare a single opportunity to attack the city walls, not even once."
She raised her glass, her voice echoing in the hall: "Lord Lin's strength is such that he could be considered the strongest among all the nations of Blue Star today."
The hall was silent for a full two seconds after those words were spoken.
Then, Suleiman was the first to clap his hands loudly and clearly.
Next came Edmund, Selim, Margaret, and then everyone else in the room.
The applause and clinking of glasses mingled together, shaking the dust off the roof.
Some people shouted "Lord Lin is the strongest!", some slammed their fists on the table, and some even stood on chairs to raise their glasses in a toast.
Lin Feng stood in the center of the crowd, holding a wine glass. Facing the surrounding noise, his expression was neither embarrassed nor smug.
He waited for the applause to subside before raising his glass slightly, speaking sincerely: "Lord Isabella, you flatter me. The reason I was able to hold off Hel is not because I am stronger than him, but because my professional skills and equipment happen to be effective against magic users."
"If it were a physical-type undead king, I might not be the one standing here drinking today."
"Don't give me that!" Suleiman's voice boomed from the crowd, his face full of disbelief. "You said 'counter magic users' last time, and you're doing it again today! Lin Feng, your humility is more infuriating than a fight!"
The entire room burst into laughter, and the previously tense atmosphere completely relaxed at that moment.
As Isabella's laughter subsided, a faint smile lingered on her lips as she spoke again.
This time, her tone carried a hint of a politician's wisdom.
"With everyone here today, I would like to announce something on behalf of Europa. I will soon discuss with the other two city lords of the Eternal City the possibility of Europa funding a way out in the Antarctic region."
Her gaze returned to Lin Feng, and her tone shifted slightly, carrying a perfectly timed teasing and probing tone.
"However, Lord Lin, although Europe's territory is vast, its treasury is already stretched thin in order to maintain the defense line of the Eastern Territory. When you ask for a price, you must leave some room for us old friends."
Lin Feng smiled as well, looking at Isabella with just the right amount of seriousness in his voice.
"Lord Isabella, rest assured, given Europa's size, I will only accept two items."
Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly.
She scrutinized Lin Feng for two seconds, seemingly weighing the weight of his words. After a moment, a smile spread across her face, and she nodded in satisfaction.
"Lord Lin is a straightforward man. Come, let me toast Lord Lin."
The two wine glasses clinked together in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
"It's a pleasure working with you," Lin Feng said.
“It’s a pleasure working with you,” Isabella replied.
(I really can't add more chapters lately, there are too few people following me. I added 700 words today, please forgive me.)
