Chapter 1126 48. Communication
“What are you looking at?”
Prince Aidan walked to Annan.
"I'm looking for Irilanze... have you seen her?"
"The elves are surrounding the celebration. Maybe you will see her after she finishes her work in a few days. ." He smiled.
"That's right."
Annan withdrew his gaze from the distance and paid attention to return to the long queue.
He saw short and stocky dwarves like wine barrels, orcs covered in animal skins, beautiful and majestic metal dragons, sea tribesmen who left long bruises, rat men who screamed sharply, and There are vampires and undead wearing light-proof cloaks, as well as those rare races that are usually hard to see.
Looking at them, Annan was already planning how to stuff goods into their arms and empty their pockets.
……
Everyone was enjoying the celebration, and while Annan was brewing evil plans in his heart, the forest turned into the eyes of the dark night, silently watching the green city.
Most of the guests and elven residents are gathered together, and this is the best time to cause havoc...
The elves blend into the parade and stare at every suspicious elven resident.
But nothing happened.
“They didn’t take action?” asked the high elf elder sent by the Council of Elders.
"The enemy is waiting for us to relax." Samael Nightsong guessed their style.
“We can only wait for them to cause destruction in Evanas?” the high elf elder said gloomily.
"We can easily spot outsiders on weekdays, but during the celebrations, the royal court is full of humans."
"We should arrest all humans for interrogation!" the high elf elder said radically.
Faced with such outrageous remarks, Samael Night Song had to remind: "It is not only the monarchs and lords who are coming, but also the messengers of the High King."
"Thousands of years ago, no one would be able to act arrogantly in Evanas." The high elf elder said angrily.
Samael Night Song also remained silent.
The era of elves has passed, and humans are the protagonists of the new era...
After the parade, there was a grand banquet. The vast flower garden is filled with long tables, and on the table are sweet fruits... fruits... and fruits.
There are only fruits and juices, nothing else, showing the arrogance of the Lord of the Old Age.
But that's normal. After all, Annan would not prepare blood food at the banquet when he invited the vampires.
Anan held a glass of juice and went to visit the first "acquaintance", the vampire messenger.
The vampire messenger with a pale face and bright red lips stood alone in the corner, unnoticed.
“Long time no see.”
Annan came over saying hello.
Faced with Annan's familiarity, the vampire envoy had no objection. He had also heard of Annan... but had they seen him before...?
"Which family are you from?" Annan asked.
"I am from the Nosterman family." The blood messenger said, seeming to see Annan's strangeness, and added: "I am a brother of the Morel family."
In front of Annan Yiliang: "Williams is my nephew, who are you?"
"Uh..." The nine hundred-year-old vampire messenger opened his mouth.
Why did he suddenly have an uncle...
Forget it, the Scarlet Queen has such a good relationship with him, and even played lover with him, so let's just let him be an uncle...
"William and I Si is a childhood playmate," the vampire messenger said in a low voice.
"Then you have known each other for a long time, right?"
"Almost nine hundred years..."
Annan was silent for a while. Nine hundred years ago...there was no Middle-earth at that time.
He changed the topic: "How is the war in the Serens Mountains going?" "It's still going on."
The Nostmann family is also a participant in the exhibition one. It is normal for alien wars to last for several years or decades. Human beings are considered aliens if they do not end for several years.
“If you are in trouble, tell me. Whether it is a war or in the Elven Court, I can help.”
Annan said it without any humility, but it was also true - although they had not yet formed an alliance, the Elf Court's attitude towards him had become ambiguous...
Annan walked away in the admiration of the vampire envoy.
Looking around, Annan selected the second messenger, a bearded dwarf.
Annan likes dwarves, not only because they work hard, like to forge, drink wine, and produce steel, but also because... they are short.
Every time he stood in front of Bronzebeard, Annan could feel how others looked at him. However, Bronzebeard has a keen sense and will always drive him away when he stands for too long.
As soon as it reached the dwarf, it discovered Annan.
"I know you, you are too thin."
The dwarf raised his arms, his clenched fists and arm guards were almost thicker than Annan's waist.
Annan used his usual approach: "Do you know Soruman Bronzebeard?"
"The Bronzebeard clan? There are too many, I don't know him." The dwarf shook his head, impatiently. Di told Annan to leave quickly.
Bronzebeard, Warhammer, Wine Barrel...these are the basic surnames of dwarves, just like Jack and Jimmy being common names for humans.
The set almost failed. Seeing the bearded dwarf scratching his head and scratching his head, Annan suddenly had some guesses and took out a bottle of fruit wine that Irilanze brought a few days ago from the magic ring.
The dwarf's eyes lit up when he smelled the smell of wine. He took the wine glass, which was no bigger than his fist, and poured it into his mouth between his thick beard.
"It tastes really bad! If I couldn't use the magic ring and drank all the wine I brought, I wouldn't drink this kind of garbage!" The dwarf handed back the empty cup and said critically.
Annan thought for a while and took a glass of maple syrup wine.
Gudong, Gudong, Gudong——
“It’s boring!”
Annan switched to Liberty City’s specialty sparkling wine.
“That’s almost true!”
What a picky dwarf...
Annan's magic ring is not a treasure chest. Apart from the alcohol distilled by Michael a few days ago, there is no other alcohol...
As soon as I tried to take out the alcohol, I was smelled of a strong aroma of wine. The dwarf snatched it away, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth.
When Annan reacted, the bottle of alcohol was gone.
Dwarves are all extraordinary, so they should not suffer from alcohol poisoning...
Fortunately, the distillation skills are still very rough, and the alcohol content is not high. The bearded dwarf's brown face turned brown-red and he swayed.
"Human boy, you are very good."
The dwarf drunkenly raised his hand and patted Annan on the shoulder, burping with wine: "Hey...you want us to help, right? Give me another barrel of this wine, I'll help you put in a good word with the Dwarf King!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away like a rolling wine barrel, blocking out a lot of what Annan wanted to say.
Forget it, you can contact the Dwarf King with a barrel of alcohol, how can you find such a good thing.
And it seems that distilled liquor will soon become a popular specialty.
Annan continued to search for a third target - he targeted the orcs.
But he didn’t have a good reason for contact. The Howler probably doesn't have much status in the orc tribe, and he has nothing to attract the orcs.
But he was unwilling to ignore the orc Annan. He had been coveting the orc's body for a long time——
(End of this chapter)