Squeak squeak squeak...

The wooden carriage was swaying on the mountain road, and the old horse pulling the cart sniffed from time to time. Obviously, at its age, it was no longer suitable for this kind of job.

Similarly, the driver of the carriage was also an old man with gray temples. His thin body swayed slightly in the cold wind, as if he could not suppress his own weight.

After stabilizing, the old coachman turned around and looked at the guests in the carriage. Sitting in the carriage was a middle-aged high elf, holding a book called "Basic Spell Structure" and slowly reading it. The shaking carriage, coupled with his shaking head, had a charm.

"Who! Stop and check!"

Just as the old coachman was sighing silently, a scolding suddenly pierced the tranquility. The old coachman frowned and then changed into a flattering smile.

"Two soldiers, this is the guest invited by your master. I'll help you get the invitation."

"Hmph, Holuff, you, an old guy who relies on your power, dares to teach me a lesson?"

A guard snorted coldly and reached out to hit him, but found that his other palm had already blocked him. Before he could react, his palm was already taken.

"This soldier, bullying an old man, seems to not increase your prestige, right?"

A slightly thick voice sounded, instantly calming the soldiers down. It was nothing to bully a poor old man, but if he contradicted an Alanwen's guest, he would probably be assigned to a place like the North Tower Fortress to see the death row prisoners.

"Sorry, sir, I was impulsive."

Apologize! The soldier knew very well that only an apology without hesitation could save his career. Sure enough, after hearing his apology, the high elf's face also eased.

"Forget it. If you care about it, wouldn't Alanwen make fun of me as petty as a petty person?"

The high elf waved his hand, and the soldier hurriedly bowed deeply again and stepped aside.

"Holuff?"

"Sir, you..." Old Holuff was still a little confused.

"Here, take this," Gao Elf threw a small bag of gold coins over, "You go down the mountain first, don't wait for me, Alanwen will arrange it for me then."

"Ah?" Old Holuff held the small bag of gold coins in both hands, obviously not yet reacted. When he raised his head again, he found that the kind-hearted high elf had already walked into the door. It was obvious that he had no time to thank him, so he had to take the old horse who had been with him for most of his life and slowly turn the carriage back.

"Soldier."

Just as the old Holuff was about to leave, he heard the voice of the adult again. He hurriedly turned around and saw that the adult was talking to the two soldiers. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but he still listened with his ears on his back.

"Don't touch the elderly again in the future. Pay attention to your quality and don't lose your ancestors' face! Do you know?!"

"yes!"

Listening to the increasingly harsh words, the two soldiers seemed to see their boss, and couldn't help but salute with their feet. Old Holuf on the side also felt warm in his heart and sighed in his heart, lord is indeed a good person.

"That's right, be elegant and not dirty."

The high elf nodded and walked into the courtyard. The last sentence made the two soldiers confused, because the sound of the sentence was neither like the high elf nor the common word of Tamriel. After thinking about it, the two soldiers could only give this adult a profound name. Perhaps, they were warning themselves with a fable in an ancient language?

Master Somo at the door of the banquet hall naturally thought about the scene at the gate, but he didn't say much. After seeing the invitation in the high elf, he gave a slight gift and stood aside.

(It seems that the disguise was very successful, and the pain I suffered was not in vain.)

The high elf smiled slightly when he turned his back to Master Somo, but it was Saoya who was disguised. Seeing the door in front of him slowly open, Youxun hid a smile and restored his previous indifferent expression.

In the banquet hall, the banquet had been around for a while, and the sudden door opening caught everyone's attention. Obviously, they wanted to see which brave guy was late for Alanwen's banquet.

"Sir, welcome, but I don't seem to have seen you before. Can you introduce yourself? I believe that friends who attended the banquet also want to know you."

A high elf lady walked out of the crowd with a smile. It was obviously the host of the banquet, Ms. Alanwen, Ambassador of Somo to Skyrim.

Seeing Alanwen coming up, Sawyer's eyes lit up slightly. He obviously recognized the strong woman Somo, nodded slightly, and said, "I'm honored to be invited by you, Ambassador Alanwen, I am Sean, Sean Lolan."

"Shaan Lolan?" Alanwen tilted her head and thought, "I have seen your name on the list. You came to Tianji for..."

"Sir, our Kwailian brandy is almost used up. Do I need me to go to the warehouse to get more?"

Just as Alanwen was asking, another voice interjected, interrupting Alanwen's words.

Alanwen turned her head and looked at Sawyer with some displeasure and nodded slightly, "Mr. Luo Lan, it seems we need to talk later."

"It's okay."

Sawyer smiled and nodded, and after taking a glass of honey from the black elf maid Blaise, he joined the discussion at the banquet.

Many of the people attending the banquet were lords and powerful people from all over the world, including the lord Igorod, the old crow on the Yar border, and the most powerful person in the Rift Valley, Mawen, Black Thorns. In the eyes of these big names, the most concerned thing is naturally the civil war in the Sky Province.

Of course, there are two exceptions, one is Lazelan sitting alone on the bench, and the other is a merchant from the Blue Castle. The slightly fat middle-aged Nord was sweeping around the black elf Blairas with his lustful eyes.

Sawyer still had some sympathy for the black elf maid Blaise, and knew that as long as no one stimulated the fat Nord, he would not be imprisoned because of the Nord man's teasing. In this way, if he wanted to create some chaos, he could only start with Razelan.

Just as Sawyer was thinking silently, the conversation between Alanwen and Ma Born ended. Sawyer killed the brandy in the cup in one gulp and walked to the front of the bar.

"Can you give me another glass of brandy?"

Sawyer smiled and looked at Ma Born, blinking his right eye three times. This was the code he had agreed with Ma Born. After all, Ma Born did not know what Sawyer looked like after disguising.

Ma Boyne was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said loudly: "No problem, sir, this is the best Kwairian brandy!"

"Your Highness, please create some chaos quickly to draw their attention away. I will take you out of here."

Marburn said in a very quick voice as he poured wine into Sawyer's glass. Sawyer smiled slightly, blinked his right eye again, picked up another wine glass and walked towards Razelan, who was sitting alone.

"Friend, why are you sitting here alone?"

"Oh? Are you the late guy just now? Are you here by yourself, just like me?"

Lazelan looked up and down at Sawyer, and raised the barbecue in his hand with a smile.

"No, I just don't want to go too early."

Sawyer shrugged, revealing his inattention to the banquet in his tone.

"Ha, my friend, you are such an interesting guy. Are you going to treat me to a drink with two glasses?"

"Of course, the best Kwailian brandy."

Sawyer smiled and handed over the wine glass in his right hand. This action surprised Razelan. You know, even if this top-notch Kwailian brandy is rare at a banquet, it is said that only two bottles were prepared at this banquet, and only one glass was provided for each person. Moreover, this 'everyone' obviously did not include him.

"Oh, friend, you are such a generous person!" Razelan shouted exaggeratedly, instantly attracting the attention of others, "Thank you, can I do something for you?"

"Oh, that guy again..."

"Forget it, don't bother him, we..."

"Igrod, if the civil war breaks out, Mosal..."

The powerful people only paid less than three seconds to pay attention to this corner and started the previous topic again. Obviously, no one would be interested in Razelan, and no one would deliberately pay attention to a guy who communicated with Razelan. In their eyes, Razelan is an incompatible "bottom-level person". If he would sit with him, it is naturally not worth their attention.

Although he didn't expect Razelan to suddenly yell, he was very satisfied with the unexpected result. After all, he didn't want to be noticed that he had "disappeared".

"Oh! Friend, don't be so loud. I don't want to be despised by the lords as soon as I arrived at the sky."

Sawyer patted Razelan on the shoulder and pressed him back on the bench before he began to consider the sentence.

"Lazerland, my friend, look, the best thing like Kewellian Brandy is not common. Even in the Lorraine family, I haven't tasted it for several years, so..."

Sawyer glanced at the bar, and after seeing Razelan showing a comprehension look, he continued: "So, my friend, can you help me attract the attention of those 'big people's'? Give me one minute, no! Just help me attract half a minute of gaze, I just want to taste the mellowness of Kevillean again."

"Oh, my friend, of course, of course! Don't be greedy."

Razelan, with the expression I understand you, patted Sawyer on the shoulder, carried the half-eat barbecue and stood up, and walked drunk to the powerful people who were talking to each other.

(Don’t drink too much? Do you think it’s a good wine!)

Sawyer curled his lips, stood up from the bench, and slowly walked towards the bar with his wine glass.

When Sawyer had just stood next to the bar, Razelan's exaggerated voice also sounded behind him.

"Oh, dear sirs, dear sirs! Listen to me..."

"Go quickly and go in from the kitchen, there is no one inside now."

Seeing that the eyes of the powerful and the guards were attracted by Lazelan, Ma Born opened the small door leading to the kitchen. Without waiting for Sawyer to question, he pushed Sawyer in and closed the door, leaving Sawyer himself confused and looking at the locked wooden door:
Chapter completed!