Ten days, during these ten days, except for finding excuses to hide in the afternoon, and then returning to the Kabamba Academy in the holy city of Estali to attend classes, a certain person spent all his time in the Elf Kingdom of Armenia. in the royal city.
Apart from eating well every day and being a groom every night, there is no progress at all on serious matters. Whenever I mentioned it to Wildwalker Fuerten, he would evade it with various excuses. I don't know if this means coming from a higher level, or if this fat elf wants to use his own convenience to enjoy this rare and luxurious life.
However, for a certain house who is used to living a simple life, it is really unaccustomed to live a life of eating and drinking all day long and working hard at night. But when he wants to bring up business, the smooth fat elf always has a way to wander to other places, and then he can't get back.
Not to mention a few keen ones in the family, they have noticed that someone's life in the Elf King City is not so pure, and Lin himself can no longer tolerate such a life. Although the so-called homebody does not necessarily have social phobia. But they prefer to be alone rather than living in a place with many people, most of whom have different interests than their own.
In order to lure the other party to reveal his true purpose, Lin planned to do something he had never done before, which was to pretend to be drunk.
I used to drink alcohol, even if it was strong alcohol, someone with this seemingly weak constitution could actually drink a thousand glasses of wine. As the saying goes, if a woman is not drunk, a man has no chance; if a man is not drunk, a woman cannot tip; if both men and women are not drunk, no one will sleep in the hotel. For those who plan to pry out information from themselves, if they are not drunk enough to talk nonsense, they will not be able to come up with anything useful.
Perhaps it was precisely because nothing was detected that all subsequent work was stalled. Lin could only cooperate with the other party's unstated request and try to see if things would progress.
In fact, during these ten days, Lin also witnessed the prosperity of the Armenian Elf Kingdom. At least Wilder Walker Fuerten, a fat elf, can take himself to new places and experience new things every day, and none of them are repetitive. It really opened the eyes of a certain magician born in a fat house.
Dinner on the eleventh day was at a high-end tavern with music and singers. The music of elves is more feminine, and they all sing in falsetto, but the singers on the stage sing music that is different from the music of ordinary elves. The singer's voice is relatively low, a little hoarse, and he sings the lyrics like a narrative poem, word by word, clearly and deeply.
This kind of singing brings a more familiar feeling to a time traveler, and already has the flavor of singing in the 1980s on earth. In addition, the wine here is a sweet wine with a strong stamina, but it is smooth and easy to swallow, so Lin took advantage of this opportunity and his own emotions to drink one glass after another of the sweet wine.
When the fat elf saw the opportunity, of course he couldn't help but persuade him to drink. At the same time, he followed someone's gaze and looked at the female elf singer on the stage. Wildwork Fuerten asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, is this person the target tonight?"
"Well, she is not mute, right?" Lin did not refuse directly, but just asked a question.
"Haha, as long as you have needs, there is nothing we can't do." The fat elf said confidently, and the implication was quite obvious.
"Even if I want your princess, is there no problem?" Lin Xi asked.
"That old woman is a bit difficult to deal with. If your taste is so unique, there is no way to solve it." Wildwalk Futeng was completely unfazed and responded with a smile.
Rolling his eyes, Lin continued to drink and listen to the song. Wildwork Fuerten cleverly asked for a pot of sweet wine and helped someone pour one cup after another. By the way, he told various gossips about the people on the stage, trying to arouse someone's interest.
After Lin heard this, he just wanted to say: Your circle is really chaotic. But now he can only show interest, but pretend to be serious and won't let go easily. It's just 'um, ah, oh', one sentence at a time.
After drinking for a while, Lin pretended to be drunk and started talking more. In this case, of course, he pretended to take advantage of his drunkenness to complain and express all kinds of complaints in a string of words. No matter whether it was a strange system that brought inconvenience to people in any country during my travels, or it was a trivial matter, such as a broken nail or split ends, it was just catching a fat man complaining.
Because of the other person's excellent acting skills, I followed someone's words throughout the night and kept nodding in agreement. However, you can also hear the excitement that cannot be concealed in the other party's words.
As the night progressed, someone imitated the way a drunk person talks, and his speech was as slurred as a stewed egg. Of course, Lin does not consider himself an acting person, so he can only use exaggeration to cover up his shortcomings.
It was like sweeping all the dishes, cups and plates on the table to the floor with a wave of his hand, and then lying on the table talking nonsense. Or he would throw his head back and fall asleep regardless of the appearance, only to wake himself up again after a while, and so on several times.
As if he knew that the fire was almost over, Wildwalk Futeng did not continue to persuade him to drink. Instead, he served hot soup that had the effect of sobering up. After all, if you continue to pour it down, you will be drunk directly, so there is no need to ask anything. This half-drunk and half-awake state is just right now.
After delivering a bowl of hot soup, Wildwalk asked tentatively: "Sir, how can you, a human being, obtain the identity of a core member of the Turtle Dove Alliance?"
The first question is quite profound. Under normal circumstances, a core member represents a person who is appreciated by the alliance's high authority, and has directly faced the world tree that appreciates him. Only then can he obtain such an identity. In most cases, this person will be an elf, not a human. Therefore, even under normal circumstances, it would not be strange for Wildwalker to ask this question.
Lin pretended to be proud and complacent, patted his chest and said: "Hey, I helped World Tree Waldwo advance. Do you think this merit qualifies me to be a guest of the alliance's high officials? I'm not showing off. But if I hadn’t been here, there would be one less World Tree in Lost Land today.”
As soon as he started talking about what happened at the beginning, Lin grabbed the fat elf and kept talking. All kinds of proper nouns and professional terms seemed to be free of charge, and they shook the fat man's face. Finally, the expression of this acting elf official changed, and he no longer had the leisure and good looks before.
However, no matter how much you talk and you are foaming at the mouth, there will be times when your mouth becomes dry. Pretending to fumble around with the drinks on the table, the fat elf promptly brought a glass of water, and then pretended to ask nonchalantly: "Then how did you become the messenger of the kingdom? Is it possible that there will be someone in the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime recently?" A big move?"
"Being a messenger is just because I know the people inside, so I can send a message to their king. As for the big move, hehehe, no one knows this better than me. -" This sentence is actually To tell the truth, "—you know recently..."
"Hey, wait a minute." After stopping the drunken magician, Wildwalk Futeng asked doubtfully: "Don't you need to keep these things secret? Just tell them."
"When many people find out, it's not me who will be troubled." Someone continued to tell the truth. Of course, the biggest benefit of the collective improvement of World Tree is the big bosses. Lin is just a paid worker. Success or failure, in fact, is not that important to him. "It's just that the longer this matter is delayed, it may not be beneficial to you."
Such an attitude only made Wildwork Fu Teng even more vigilant. This represents several possibilities: 1. The content in the credential is really not important; 2. The content in the credential is important, but not important to this magician. That's why he could face it with such a nonchalant attitude. 3. This drunkard is telling lies. In other words, the part he knew was also the part that was misled.
Speaking of which, for Wildwalk and the people behind him, they just wanted to find out the general direction of the content of the letter of credence. After all, although the two countries are called brotherly states, they are far apart and have not been in contact for a long time. Suddenly a human messenger came, ready to deliver a formal document. Everyone was curious about the content of the letter.
But they were given the opportunity to know the details, but they had concerns. After all, it was an official letter to the king, not something little people like them should know. If he was really that unfortunate and knew some secrets that he shouldn't know, just like the magician's threat at the city gate, he would definitely not be the one to kill him, but the person in charge of him.
For various reasons, Wildwork Fuerten decided to drop the topic in this direction and asked instead: "Let's not mention those national events. Have you properly kept your letters?"
A heavy slap on the fat elf's back seemed like an act of intimacy, but in fact it was an act of mocking the other person for not having the guts to finish listening. Lin said with a pretending to be profound: "I put that letter safely on the desk in the guest house room."
"What! Your Excellency didn't take it with you and keep it safe!" Wildwalker Futeng asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that the thing will disappear?"
"Hey, are things so easy to disappear in your territory? Isn't this because I trust you, so I put things in the room. If I carry them with me, I'm afraid of breaking them or losing them, how inconvenient would that be? Yeah. Or, there are actually a lot of thieves in the kingdom. Even if you put it in a guest house with high-level security, it can't stop the thieves from visiting?"
"That's not true." The fat elf, who was a little embarrassed by what he said, wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment. Lin couldn't tell whether this action was true or not. He stood up with a embarrassed look on his face and said apologetically: "Sorry, Your Excellency, I drank too much, so I went to take a break."
After raising his glass, Lin looked at the back of the fat elf as he hurriedly left, and murmured in a low voice: "Life is like a play, everyone is acting."
Turn around and return your attention to the stage. The singer has left for a while, but there is still an orchestra playing soft and pleasant music on the stage. Not only does it make people relax, but they also forget to drink wine cup after cup.
