"You call this 'a very simple request'? Your Majesty, Emperor, your sense of humor appears to be overly intense."
"This is not a joke, but rather the formal conditions for negotiation."
"Offering someone contaminated water to drink, thereby damaging their health—such conditions should hardly appear in an official document."
"Oh? You feed dogs dog food, you feed cats cat food—that should be common sense, correct?"
Roland frowned. After a second, he pressed his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly a few times, and countered:
"However, the Republic doesn't necessarily have to accept such conditions. If negotiations fail, then perhaps all nations may align themselves with the Republic on the same front. In the end, the joint conference might conclude without any achievements. Would that be acceptable to you?"
This was almost an outright threat, but Li Lin was not angered by it.
