It's noon on the day of hoeing. Sitting on the ground can absorb the soil, and the waist is sore and the back hurts. What kind of suffering is this?
Carlos didn't originally want to do anything when he carried Oruriel back. He had no interest in picking up corpses at all. At that time, he just wanted to embarrass Elisandro.
But as the king of a patriarchal society, Carlos obviously doesn't know enough about the feminist Suramar, and he doesn't know much about the chief magic swordsman.
"Can you change the position? You're pushing against my stomach."
In fact, it didn't take long for Oruriel to wake up.
So Carlos was a little embarrassed.
"cannot."
"Okay, I'm willing to admit defeat. You can play whatever you want tonight."
Oruriel snorted indifferently and drew circles on Carlos' back with his fingers.
So, Carlos spent one night drawing a picture of "Along the River During Qingming Festival".
"Are all of you Suramar women so casual?"
Afterwards, Carlos, who was in a sage state, spoke without thinking and regretted the words as soon as they were spoken.
But Oruriel didn't seem to care.
"Isn't it natural to accept defeat? I don't have a husband."
What he said made sense, and Carlos felt speechless. Girl, I respect you for being a man...
After two battles, although his body was exhausted, his spirit was inexplicably excited. Carlos, who was not sleepy at all, began to chat with Aluriel about the topic of Suramar and the Nightborne.
So I got to know more about these blue elves.
I have to mention that Aluriel is really spoiled by Elisandro, or he is too protective. This firecracker girl really dares to say anything.
"Other than the Grand Magister, who really cares about Suramar's future."
Under Aluriel's description, a real Suramar became rich in Carlos's mind.
Magic addiction not only plagues the upper elves of Elre'Thalas, but even with the Nightwell, the Nightborne are still no exception.
After all, the Well of Eternity is so unique and unique.
The brilliance of the Night Well is compared with that of the Well of Eternity. Not to mention how the light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon, it is not much better than a flashlight.
Therefore, magic wine has become a must-have for the children of the night.
Therefore, distributing the quota of magic wine has become one of Elisandro's methods to control Suramar City.
This suddenly reminded Carlos that the demons of Suramar existed long before the arrival of the Legion.
The class divisions of the Children of the Night are far more severe than those of lords and farmers in human society.
In the world of magic, the importance of money has declined drastically. It is just an accessory to power. The nobles of Suramar control huge resources. The common people are vulnerable to enchanted armor and weapons. The people are just mobile resources.
In Aluriel's telling, Thalyssra is just a superficial hypocrite, and the rest of the family is just a greedy crocodile crawling beside the night well. Among the children of the night, only Elisandro is the only one who truly cares about the continuation of the group. people.
"You know, I am the first person in Suramar to cross the distinction between commoners and nobles in three hundred years. Those who envy me call me lucky, and those who are jealous of me secretly say that I am the great magister. Pet. But I don’t care, I don’t have the power to change this, so I choose to follow the right person.”
Oruriel adjusted his posture to make himself more relaxed.
"So why are you provoking me?"
Carlos finally found the right opportunity to ask the question.
"Three thousand barrels of magic wine, is this reason enough?"
"What are you going to do with it, take a bath?"
Carlos doesn't think Aluriel will lack the magic wine ration. Is she greedy for money?
"In Suramar, magic wine is hard currency. Well, I don't know much about you humans. You can think of it as gold, gems, whatever."
"What's your salary?"
"I am the blacksmith's daughter."
"Feel sorry."
"I understand what you are thinking, but it doesn't matter. I have never seen more vicious slanders. And I am not a white lotus like Talisa, who always uses my share to help the common people. I can only share half of it with my father."
"You are very real..."
"It's tiring to tell lies. One lie requires more lies to cover up, so why bother."
After having fun happily, Carlos suddenly felt that he admired Oruriel a little.
"I have been talking about Suramar. Can you tell me about your human world?"
"Better than you, but not much."
"How to say?"
"Our human world is also the world of nobles."
"It's not hard to understand."
"I only have two civilian generals under my command, one is a farmer's son and the other is a groom's son."
"You're a nice person."
"The main issue is education. Children of nobles are indeed more capable than commoners."
"That's right. Common people can't afford a swordsmanship teacher."
"The main reason is that my country has a small population. It is much easier for civilians in the Kingdom of Lordaeron next door to get ahead."
"What population do you rule over?"
"More than eight hundred thousand."
"Oh my god, so many?"
"There are more than four million people in Lordaeron."
"...I think you're bragging."
"No, the Lordaeron I'm talking about is not the continent of Lordaeron, but the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The entire human race has at least seven million people."
"I still think you're bragging."
"What's there to brag about? Now the Eastern Kingdom is basically within the sphere of influence of us humans and our allies. There are tens of millions of night elves in Kalimdor."
"...We in Suramar only have a population of 170,000."
Carlos looked confused. Is this how you tell me this core information?
"At its peak, our population recovered to 230,000, but the supply of magic wine could not satisfy that many people. The nobles lured the civilians in the lower city into a riot, and more than 70,000 people were expelled from Suramar. "
"exile?"
"It's so hypocritical, I might as well kill them."
"Why?"
"Life is worse than death. Without the magic power of the Nightwell, those children of the night degenerated into withered ones. Because of the false mercy of those fools, Suramar's guards suffered at least thousands of casualties every year when dealing with those spider elves and withered ones. people."
As they chatted, they didn’t know who fell asleep first, and the room became quiet.
Within the magical barrier, Suramar was in a state of eternal night, which disrupted the biological clocks of Carlos and his men.
When Elisandro's invitation arrived, Carlos was still asleep.
Olireal woke him up.
"The Grand Magister has invited you to a banquet."
"What time is it now?"
"The sun should be setting soon."
Um?
Carlos looked out the window, still seeing the brightly lit night scene.
"I still have a mission, so I'll leave first."
"good."
Carlos looked at Aluriel, who was fully dressed, and nodded.
"According to the bet, I should stay with you for twenty-four hours, but I have to go on duty."
"Um."
"I'll make up for the remaining eight hours when you have time."
"Huh? Ah...hmm."
This girl is a real person.
Oruriel came close to Carlos' face, kissed him gently, and said in his ear.
"You might as well ask a little more harshly, they are all tough guys with a soft heart."
After saying that, the magic swordsman left Carlos' room.
Carlos looked at Oruriel's back and smiled to himself.
