"Are we both thinking about the same thing right now?"
Looking at the knight with a resolute face and an extremely upright appearance, Dean held the teacup and felt a little like he got to know him again.
He thought that Ryan was the type who stuck to the rules and would guard such unconfirmed speculations and information very closely, but he didn't expect that his thinking was quite flexible.
Of course, Ryan couldn't admit it directly. He sat on the stool with his back straight and said mysteriously: "What did our great philosopher Chris Buff say? I have a golden idea in my mind. There is a golden idea in my mind." There’s a silver idea, and there’s a bronze idea, depending on which one you want to understand.”
Hearing this name outside District 6 for the first time, Dean smiled and shook his head, saying a little nostalgically: "I didn't expect Chris Buff to be so popular in District 13."
When Ryan said this, he thought he was back in the small corner of Area 6, listening to the bragging of mercenaries who had never read a few books.
The tip of my nose seemed to be filled with the aroma of malt liquor again, creating a familiar lively atmosphere together with the warm campfire in my memory.
But the knight in front of him was obviously not someone who just knew his name and used it to brag.
"Chris Buff is not popular in District 13, but is popular among families with children. Lucy read his fairy tales a lot when she was a child. I bought so many copies that they piled up three bookshelves. Now It is still in the study room of our home, and she will take it out and organize it every year during her vacation."
It was about his adopted daughter, so Ryan couldn't help but expand on this digression. The pride in his eyes dazzled Dean.
You serious people can be really cruel sometimes when you prick your heart.
After a few words of slander, Dean, the singleton, put aside the digression and turned his attention to the main business.
Although he didn't say it clearly, it was obvious what Ryan wanted to express when he said this.
Morrison's relationship with Bella is definitely not as simple as what the investigation team has investigated so far!
It is even very possible that Bella would poison Knight Carlo, and his handiwork was included in it!
Looking at Dean who was deep in thought, Ryan picked up a small biscuit, put it in his mouth, and asked, "Where did you meet Morrison?"
"Knights."
Dean gave a rough explanation, "I went to choose breeding animals. When I left, I happened to see him coming with a few stuffed bears. I looked at them and felt that something was wrong, so I didn't choose them. "
"Puppet bear..."
Ryan knew that Dean owned a species of ragdoll bear, and he also knew that his neighbor had a very special Ahua.
Morrison's move can hardly be called a coincidence.
"But how did he know you needed a stuffed bear?"
The knight quickly grasped the point, "Do you remember who has seen the stuffed bears in the breeding house?"
"Quite a few." Dean counted on his fingers, "Old Haight, Morrel next door..."
"Stop!" Ryan interrupted, "Old Haight also knows?"
Dean didn't know why.
"I know, he saw Ah Hua when he was delivering medicinal materials."
"Then I think I know how the news got out."
Ryan smiled helplessly and began to educate Dean, "Elves are different from goblins and dwarves. There are very few individuals who are good at drinking. Fruit wine is okay. Some alcoholic drinks are basically poured in one glass, especially in District 13. These guys are notorious for being poor drinkers but also fond of drinking. The leader, Old Haite, is a bit better, but he just likes to drink alone in the shop, but the apprentices under him are more wild."
"There are a few young people who often go to the tavern. When they are drunk, they have no clue what they are talking about. They talk about everything. Although they don't know any secrets, what we have learned so far is the living habits of many elves. , it all comes from their mouths.”
Dean found it incredible.
This was far from the image of an elf in his mind. He thought that Old Haite was subversive enough, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.
Seeing his shock, Ryan explained a little funny: "At Old Hatter's age, it's okay to be sent as a person in charge. These young elves, instead of practicing well in the forest, are sent to the outside world. You should have guessed what kind of character they are.”
"The cold, noble, elegant and charming elves that you imagine, or most people imagine, are all individuals with relatively high bloodline. They pay attention to being one with nature. They usually practice in the forest. It is easy to Won’t come out.”
"So the elves that can be seen in the outside world are basically low-level elves, with relatively low strength and more active personalities."
With this premise, Ryan quickly deduced the general way the news spread, "It's probably because Old Haite saw your Ahua, and he couldn't get it when he asked for it. He felt depressed, so he went back and drank two more sips of wine, and revealed it to the store. apprentice, and then spread to Morrison’s ears by those regular guests of the tavern.”
"You know, many duty knights without families like to go to pubs to relax, and Morrison is certainly no exception."
