Sure, here is the translated text:
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Hansa New Army Temporary Camp.
Sif sat in the main seat, her face calm, but the joy in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
Heh, so you're the ones who couldn't hold your breath first!
Looking at the negotiators sent by Sven the Seventh, Sif maintained her calm, carrying the demeanor of three parts arrogance and seven parts disdain of a victor, sipping coffee, waiting for Roland to return.
This is a critical moment; she doesn't want to say the wrong thing and lose out on benefits.
Sif sat steadily, and naturally, so did the negotiator Tovting.
That's how negotiations are, even at a disadvantage, it's not like there's nothing to discuss. Tovting's face was steady, but his eyes secretly glanced at Sif, constantly weighing and trying to glean something from her expression.
Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.
Sif's political skills had improved by several levels compared to last year, and her acting was superb.
