Shaman from Afar

"Is it really necessary to dress like this? It's just a banquet ..."

"No way, although it is a banquet on the bright side, it is just another form of fighting; if it is too casual, it will be underestimated by the other party."

"It doesn't have to be specially dressed, a normal wizard robe will do, and this dress is so uncomfortable to wear-I haven't worn such tight pants ..."

"Uh ... that's actually socks."

"Socks ... so long, I thought it was pants!"

In the room, a small wizard holding a colorful stocking frowned, shocked and grew his mouth wide to look at the black wizard twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, the "two-legged" stockings are already called "trousers".

Among the Principalities of Sacran, Byrne ’s costumes are the most cumbersome—dress, etiquette, cultivation, and family background. These four points are the criteria for distinguishing between civilians and nobles in Byrne.

Loren, who had an experience in Ebden, changed into the red and black long-sleeved trench coat that was exactly the same as last time, and the gray pupil boy as a guard brought a sea blue costume of the servant of the worship and a shirt with a ribbon. And trousers look very capable.

As for the little wizard who had no experience, he became the object of a housekeeper who had no energy to vent-in the case of not allowing the size (Ain ’s identity is still a secret), he still prepared by eyesight An extremely gorgeous noble dress.

Based on the lead black symbolizing the legend of the "lead to gold" of the alchemist, the upper body mini dress is paired with half-length tight pants, the chest is decorated with tassels and turquoise buttons, and the shirt cuffs and chest sides are narcissus The silver pattern of the flowers is used as decoration, and the long gold is woven with chiffon yarn into a single pony tail; the backing is velvet satin.

Coupled with high riding boots and a small top hat decorated with silk ribbons, the hands with white gloves hold a delicate and small wand ... amazing!

To be honest, Ain, who was born in the northernmost deep forest of Lotel, is not beautiful, nor has too much proud capital-but this dress originally prepared for the thin and noble noble, completely she The slender but well-proportioned slender figure perfectly showed.

When the little wizard who changed into this body was awkward and stood with his hands behind his back, Loren instantly emptied his brain and straightened his eyes.

"Hey!"

When the black wizard lost his mind, the awkward Ayn woke him up, his face faintly hot: "You, what are you looking at ..."

"Uh ... holy cross?" Lost Loren said casually.

"Ok?"

The little wizard's expression was very confused, and it took a minute to react, his face flushed: "You, you bastard, what are you talking about?"

"To tell the truth!"

"Obviously it's bullshit--fooling me again, right ?! Even if you want to laugh, just laugh, and it's too late to change your clothes anyway."

"Really, I didn't lie to you!"

"The ghost will believe you a big liar!"

A minute later, the door rang.

It seems that he heard the quarrel in the house. The gray pupil first tried to reach into his head. After confirming that the two were normal, he showed a solemn expression:

"Lord Loren, Lord Ain, it's time."

…………………………………………

The banquet of the Red Blood Castle officially began only when night fell completely.

Stepping on a brand-new blue stone slab under his feet, Loren walked into the banquet hall, and the lively atmosphere came.

Unlike the noisy banquet scenes in other regions, the nobles of Bayern regard noise and loud noise as rude and vulgar, especially in public places-even conversations are whispered whispers between two or three people; except for toasts when toasting Words and applause at the end of the show, there will never be a whisper.

The servants who come and go, the aristocrats who whisper and laugh in front of the wine table, the musicians playing in the corner of the hall ... The quiet atmosphere creates a unique beauty. The arrangement between the wine tables is very unique, which can make Guests of nearly a hundred people were on the sidelines while enjoying a bit of relaxation and leisure.

Amidst the stratagem, the dark wizard narrowed his eyes and looked at the Countess and the Governor Gaspar sitting farthest in the banquet hall-both of them had a very cold expression, holding a wine glass without saying a word, even Pretend to be friendly and owe.

If it wasn't Charles arranged properly, and invited musicians and dancers to perform live, I am afraid this quiet and harmonious banquet is really "dead as silent"?

Thinking this way, Loren, who had shifted his gaze, and the butler of the Red Blood Castle standing behind the Countess glanced at him, and the gentle but sharp eyes cast, so that the black wizard could not help but raised the corner of his mouth, thinking of the other party before The expression when you came to find yourself.

However, it doesn't matter ... the next plan doesn't matter even if you don't actively intervene.

Just when Loren shrugged and was about to turn around and leave, his footsteps stopped suddenly—a middle-aged man in a Chinese robe stood in front of him, the main thing was that the person in front of him looked familiar to him.

"You ... should be the lord's wizard advisor, Lord Loren Turin?" The other smiled, his voice was humble, with a hint of respect: "Below is a businessman in the Red Blood Castle, your name is My old Roger will do. "

"I don't know if the old Roger has this honor. Let's talk to you alone?"

After hesitating for a second, the black wizard looked back at the frowning little wizard and the vigilant Lucien, and made a "reassuring" gesture towards them. The two nodded and walked to a place not far from him. By the table.

"Excuse me, do you have anything?"

"Ah, it's no big deal." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and shook his head with some embarrassed smiles: "Mainly to thank you, and in addition ... there is a trace of apology."

"Now the Red Blood Castle is rumored, and some of them said that the **** beast ... was actually killed by you." The middle-aged man said with a smile: "As a member of Red Blood Castle, shouldn't I thank you Helping with justice? "

A formulaic smile appeared on Loren's face: "You also said that it was gossip-that monster was solved by the Turin family and the Governor General, I only help from the side."

"Even so, you deserve this thanks." The middle-aged man sighed: "You also see that during the period when the next beast-the beast raged, the Red Blood Fort and the outside world traded almost Cut off, there are guys hoarding goods everywhere, and want to take the opportunity to make a fortune! "

"Isn't this the essence of the businessman?" Loren raised his lips. "You are also a businessman, and you should have made a profit?"

"Yes, making money is never a fault; but the nature of this behavior is wrong, and it is very wrong!"

The middle-aged man frowned, and the very gentle expression of the previous moment suddenly became more dignified:

"Hoarding in a harvesting year, selling in a poor harvesting year-this simple truth even rural farmers understand that it is the same for merchants, but different!"

"After all ... when you hoard food that ca n’t be eaten in a lifetime and satin that ca n’t be used in a lifetime, what does that thing mean to you? Your customers only have a bag of wheat in their hands. When he buys After that, you are no longer needed, because you have already squeezed them out and you ca n’t afford anything! "

"Only small profits can sell more money, keep the trade routes and trade smooth, make the market stable and prosperous, and a region can really prosper, and those of us businessmen can make a fortune." The moderate middle-aged man looked at Loren with a smile :

"So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ For you to make the road clear again ... Isn't it worth thanking me, a little businessman?"

"As for that trace of apology ..." The middle-aged man suddenly sighed, with an unspeakable appearance: "It's really difficult to speak ... But in any case, please accept my father's sincere apology, please also Forgive my reckless son! "

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly: "... Who are you?"

"Did I just say that, just call me Old Roger."

The middle-aged man who raised his head smiled gently:

"Roger Yoder ... I am the enemy of you, Little Yoder's father!" ...

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