Chapter 455 112. Operation Warlock
As an independent lord, the king who lost his homeland, the monk is a secret member of the sacred temple... Annan can ignore the so-called recruitment order, but - Annan's magic image and trade Business is closely tied to the Tatooine Empire.
Maintaining a good relationship with the Empire can only be good for the newly born Gem City... There are not many opportunities for the Tatoon Empire to owe favors.
Eli Rubble's father is an elf. Although it is not clear what kind of blow his father received at the time to do such a thing, and the elves who are based on blood are unlikely to accept him, Annan has the responsibility to do this. His capable subordinates do something.
And maybe we can get news about the elf mentor!
Although the enthusiasm of the elf mentor is overwhelming, it is always a good thing to reunite with old friends in a foreign country.
And the aesthetics of elves are almost the same as humans, and they appreciate all art, including magical images.
It is only the human race that makes magical images popular in the North, in the Tatooine Empire, in Middle-earth and in the future South, but if it spreads among other races...
Also, Annan's impressions of elves all come from Della, the elf mentor. The former is a dark elf, or transformed from a ratman, and the latter... is a special case. Neither of them can represent the mainstream elves
"Is this why you agreed to the etiquette department?" Ou Linlin interrupted Annan. Talk freely.
"I can't find a reason to refuse... They are the envoys of the Elven Court, and even the farming that is about to begin is not as important as them."
Olin was noncommittal, but she was clearly questioning Annan's identity as a warlock.
"I am just a boy who has been played by the stereotype of a warlock..."
Annan thought that the first law of the future Gem City is no discrimination. Warlock!
The motorcade carrying Annan continued to the top of the mountain. Annan kept talking, and Ou Lin was mainly listening.
"Why don't you speak?"
"Have you seen the knight talking to the princess?"
While Annan was still thinking about the meaning of "princess", the team approached the palace garden around the mountain.
Montreal Mountain gives people a sense of majesty, and the palace gardens surrounding the mountain give people a sense of grandeur. The granite ring that hangs over the entire palace garden is like the sacred ring of Mount Montreal, with the statues of gods standing on the sacred ring. It is said that before the Year of Troubles, every statue was the eye of the god.
Olin stopped outside the garden, and officials from the Ministry of Ceremonies led Annan to a hall outside the palace complex.
There are also some men and women here, and Annan's arrival makes them look at them with some kind of scrutiny.
Before Annan could confirm their identities, the etiquette official who came in said: "You are all warlocks. In addition to those who participated yesterday, there are also new warlocks. Your task is to appease the Elf King. The envoys of the court try their best to meet their requirements.”
This is the first time Annan has seen so many warlocks.
But this kind of request...what does the empire think of warlocks?
"The envoy from the Elven Court is a guest at the banquet. Come with me."
A dozen warlocks followed the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies and walked deeper into the palace.
"I am Solan Prato." A handsome young man came over.
"Annan Reeves."
"I know you, the champion warlock, Jack."
Solan got closer with just a few words Distance from Annan.
"My talent is to make people who hear my words feel good. Are you interested in collaborating?"
"How to cooperate?"
"Let me play your next Magical Image Man Protagonist."
"Can your ability be effective in any medium?"
"Of course..." Solan said proudly, "Why else would I be invited by the etiquette department?"
It seems that each of these dozen warlocks has a skill...
"What is your ability? Take beautiful magical images?" "Summon."
"I really envy you..." Solan's envy did not seem to be fake, "I can only learn knowledge and spells like a mage honestly."
Now it was Annan's turn to envy him.
"How about it? You will need my ability."
"Of course there is no problem, but I don't know when my magic image will be... You save money first, and I will let you know when I'm ready?" "
"Save money?"
"To pay you for playing the leading role."
"Uh..."
Solan stopped talking.
"Do you know about the Warlock Protection Association?" Annan asked proactively.
"They are coming for you?!" Solan's voice became louder, attracting attention from those around him.
"No, it's just that they haven't come to me yet."
It stands to reason that Annan's reputation is big enough, but only the witch hunting group pretended to be the Warlock Protection Association to come to him.
Solan couldn't hide his disappointment: "Don't think about it. Our world is a remote and remote place. There are not even a few legendary warlocks, and the gods don't want to take a second look..."
It turns out that every warlock fantasizes about being protected by a warlock. Does the association take care of it?
Annan also wanted to ask about the world outside Allen's continent, but they had already reached the destination of their trip: the changing room.
Cold robes and cool leather armor are available for them to choose from - both are elven clothing.
The warlocks went through the process of choosing suitable clothes. Only Annan stood there: "Do we have to wear this?"
"This is in line with the preferences of the elves." said the etiquette official who led them over.
Annan didn't think so: "Can you tell me the results yesterday?"
"...We only recruited a few warlocks yesterday."
"So the results are not good. "Is that right?" Annan whispered, "We are humans. In appearance, humans are not as beautiful as elves. Wearing their clothes will only look like a poor imitation..."
The etiquette department official showed a kind of expression. "No wonder" look.
He coughed lightly, changed his words so that all the warlocks no longer had to choose elf clothes, and led them to another changing room - here were all human clothes.
Annan felt that this mage's robe was very suitable. After being signaled by the etiquette official for a long time, he reluctantly put on the black gemstone earring, which was still one.
After changing their clothes, the sorcerers who seemed to be shining came to the banquet that was being held.
The atmosphere suddenly changed. The warlocks who were indifferent to each other and even hostile to each other enthusiastically welcomed the "pointed ears" at the banquet.
It’s people like you that make warlocks have such a bad reputation!
Annan changed his mind. From now on, the first law of Gem City is that warlocks are not allowed to enter!
"Aren't you entering the banquet yet?" the official asked.
"Your methods are too clumsy...I want to do it in my own way." Annan made up an excuse: "The elves are just arrogant, not stupid. Will they not know the purpose of your approach? The elves are not aware of the purpose of your approach?" If you believe in nature, then I will approach them naturally."
The official praised: "Olin said you have a way to deal with them, and it seems that you do."
Olin! ?
Annan instantly linked Olin's previous disappearance, escorting the elf messenger, and her own recruitment...she actually pandered...she actually betrayed herself!
(End of this chapter)