Dawn of the Grey Tower

If there is a round in the conversation, then the cheese has completed his mission in his round, and learned two important pieces of information in a few words. First, the elf vampire in front of him is the boss of Youhe; at the same time, he is also the highest leader of the blood family in the huge city of the running capital. Of course, the so-called highest is likely to be limited to his own family. And listening to what he meant, I'm afraid this vampire is an unusually conservative person on the issue of transforming the same race, so the number of blood races in this city may not be worth looking forward to, but the resources and power that the Youhe Tavern can represent alone It is enough to make him a pivotal figure.

　　 In the face of such a conversation partner, the most taboo is to set out some information that you think is valuable and immediately run away. This is not communication, but just telling the other party how timid and unconfident you are. So Cheese didn't mean to leave, he was waiting, waiting for the vampire to counterattack himself in his turn. There is a back and forth is the game, if one end of the seesaw is crushed to death, it is meaningless.

　　 As expected, after the conversation that seemed to be over, the elf did not immediately try to retrieve the scene. He was observing, observing whether the person sitting opposite him wanted to escape. If he wants to escape, let him escape, such a guy is not worth pursuing. The reaction of the cheese made the vampire very satisfied. As a blood clan, especially a long-lived elf converter, patience and respect for game mechanics are important indicators of his evaluation, so he took out the cup again and poured it into it After half a cup of light red wine, "Taste it, this is made from last year's grapes."

The wine is a bit astringent and has a strong sour taste. The expression on the cheese's face is very clear that he can't get any pleasure from this wine, "This thing is like broken rice soup. If you want to ask If I drink, I might as well have a glass of honey wine, which is hundreds of times better than this thing. Moreover, I also doubt whether this can be called wine at all. It is about to catch up with juice."

"What you usually drink can definitely be used as fuel." The elf said irritably, but he still drank the glass of wine by himself, and then re-poured some amber liquid. The mellow alcoholic smell might cause it to get closer. It hurts people’s eyes, “Hey, this is the spirits that those snow-capped residents drank. It’s said that a drink is enough to sweat a person.”

Then the cheese drank half of the wine in the glass without changing his face, not to mention sweating, and there was no redness on his cheeks. "I suggest that next time you still add a little water, it is better to put some ice cubes. go with."

　　 "You are simply a stretched dwarf." It's no wonder that the blood race would react this way. Cheese himself probably didn’t realize that the grey lion he was in was one of the most bitter cold regions on this pan-northern continent, and Xigu City, where he lived all year round, was the first city south of Longji Mountain. In terms of climate, Although it's not more than snowy mountains, it doesn't give too much. In this area, wine is not a prop for pleasure, but a necessity to keep out the cold. Above the high tower, the cold wind is even more merciless. The mage's drinking capacity has been tempered from this unconscious long-term drinking of strong wine. If he is similar to a dwarf, it really doesn't wrong him.

　　Cheese shrugged. He didn't think it was unpleasant to be described as a dwarf. Dwarves had many good qualities in his eyes, probably as many as their shortcomings. In fact, from the perspective of the gray robe, the species in the world are almost like this, like humans, like elves, and races cannot represent individuals. If there are elves that can become knights, then humans might not be able to be apprentices to dwarves.

"That's it," the elf waved his hand, which was considered a compromise to the mage's drinking habits, but then he turned around and said, "I thought you were from the City of Ten Thousand Laws. Because you don't feel like those, um, Witchcrafters, their thoughts are often restricted by the magic that they know, everyone is paranoid and outrageous. And you are different, your paranoia is very deep, there is no utter confusion, this kind of special spell casting I have only seen it with the mages in the City of All Laws. But those nerds in the City of All Laws absolutely cannot drink such strong wine. Using wine to channel spirits is the skill of Wuzhu."

　　 Fingers, gently tapping the wine glass. Cheese’s eyes are a little bit of joy, of course he will be pleased, because the blood in front of him can share problems with him. This kind of insight into the spellcaster is enough to make him surpass the wizard’s companions in dialogue. He doesn’t really understand the world of the caster, and the former, at least he saw the light from behind the crack in the door, "That’s right. It’s just a little bit if you can realize it, you won’t be confused. In your opinion, this world It seems that there is only one place where mages can be born in the City of All Dharma, and the wines of these mages are still very bad."

　　 The elf fell into a brief thought. Although the cheese seemed to say nothing, it had already said enough. He hinted at the existence of a more low-key and mysterious organization that is not weaker than the City of All Laws in terms of education, and the style of this organization is different from it, not just as a copy of the City of All Laws in other regions. Of course, this kind of hint is not enough to expose the existence of Grey Tower and Grey Robes, because the mage knows very well that he and his colleagues are in fact neither illegal nor witchcraft. Perhaps they are indeed like witchcraft, but there are The reason for the difference lies only in the goal of the gray robes, the pursuit of the ultimate truth.

The pointer of the 　　 round is moved again~www.readwn.com~ Now it is the exchange after both sides exchanged some details of their own. They all understood the identity of the person sitting across from them, and it was time to discuss some practical issues. As an outsider, cheese is obviously more problematic than the other party, and among many problems, he is most concerned about a few. He has not forgotten the thin figure, "There is something I want to ask, if you can Give me the answer. I don’t mind paying remuneration, any form of remuneration. In your cognition, is there any person or group that can produce a remotely controlled murder puppet?"

　　 There was a smile on the corner of the blood clan's mouth. He was not afraid of a mysterious outsider. What he was afraid of was that the outsider wanted nothing. If rushing is a huge spider web, then he is a spider dancing on the Internet. All people who want to benefit from here or save their lives must admit that in these complex networks of interpersonal forces, Youhe has its own uniqueness. Status. And as long as you acknowledge his status and try to take advantage of this, you will have fallen into these complicated traps and become a part of it. Then no matter who you are, it is no longer a problem. Now some people want to throw themselves into the net, why not do it?

"You have proven your worth to me. As a businessman and a bartender, I have a good impression of you. But obviously you have other troubles now, so there is no hurry for everything. You can handle it first. As for the current question, as for the question you just asked, I will reply to you at my discretion. You will not be too late at that time. By the way, you and I have not passed the name yet, I don't know how to call it?"

"cheese."

　　 "Weird names, but enough. And me, you can call me Jung, Jung von Barak."