"Hahaha, Guy Blasch, my good friend. Come, come, let Fat Daddy take a good look at you." Wildwalker Fu Teng was like a peacock with his tail spread, his hands open and facing someone.
The man came, ready to kill with a bear hug.
Of course, someone jumped out of the way before being tackled. He held one hand in front of him and said to Wildwalker, who was about to strike a second time after losing his target: "Oh, restrain yourself. I'm so thin."
My body cannot withstand your enthusiasm, old friend." As for the other hand, it is still in the splint and triangle towel.
The fat elf's move was actually just to confirm the feelings of a certain magician. After all, they had not seen each other for several years, and the subsequent development at that time was not friendly, but a certain degree of coercion. But since the other party is willing to admit that he is
My friend, then the goal has been achieved. Wildwalker Fu Teng smiled happily and patted his belly.
For Lin, being with this fat elf is one of the four pillars of life that his hometown calls him. He has been a prostitute together, so there is no reason for him to be hostile to him. However, as an envoy of the elf kingdom, in this family,
It is very rare. Because the relationship between the Elf Kingdom and the World Tree is not harmonious. At best, they are not hostile to each other.
Most of the people who can reach the holy city of Estali through the flash teleportation array of the World Tree are envoys from the wood elf tribe. And it is usually not the elves' idea. It is the majesty behind them who has a specific purpose and will provide the emissaries she sent.
The messenger has the opportunity to use the flash teleportation array.
Envoys from the Elf Kingdom usually travel long distances, so the frequency of their appearances is not frequent. Over the years, the number of times can be counted on one hand.
It doesn't matter that the Kingdom of Armenia has to travel far to reach the Holy City. On the way, it will also encounter some natural barriers, which are areas where dangerous monsters are active. To pass through those places, a certain amount of force is required. Although Lin is not very clear about Huaide
Walker Fu Teng's true strength, but he doesn't look like someone who can cross that kind of dangerous zone with a maid.
The number of envoys from the elves is usually small. Therefore, the family's approach is to welcome them all into the house and receive them together, instead of letting the entourage stay outside and treat them like servants. So how many people come each time the elf envoy comes?
They can all be seen at a glance. The only person following this fat elf is a female elf, and she looks familiar.
Could it be that this fat man brought a certain female elf that he slept with before? Should this spirit who traveled thousands of miles to deliver food be killed, or should his body be abandoned after being killed? Someone was seriously considering it.
However, Lin also noticed that in addition to what she was wearing, the female elf entourage also had one in her hand, which were all elf holy robes. In other words, there is a high possibility that they were teleported through the World Tree. So the Kingdom
The combination of the elf messenger and the world tree is quite intriguing.
The fat elf with particularly good eyes certainly noticed that the magician in front of him saw his female follower, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. It was the kind of confusion that looked familiar but couldn't remember who it was. Wildwalker Fu Teng
He didn’t show off, but took the opportunity to introduce her: “Your Excellency, do you still remember her?──”
Smoothly pushed the female elf forward,
"─She is the leading singer in the kingdom, Ina. You once praised her singing voice."
When the fat elf said this, Lin remembered who the person in front of him was. Before he was overindulgent for a few days and his waist almost broke, he prompted the fat man to change his style of play. He changed his entertainment venue from a high-end hotel that mainly focuses on nightlife.
The brothel was changed to a high-end salon with more artistic value. In addition to drinks, the main purpose was to watch some performances, which was a rare entertainment in the lost land.
Although someone once suspected that this was the fat elf's own hobby and interest. That's why he took himself to that kind of place to eat and drink and report to the public accounts. But it is undeniable that from someone's perspective, Huaide
The locations that Walker Fu Teng brought were all of a very high standard. Perhaps it was because the Elf clan itself had a good foundation. From a human perspective, the entire clan was full of handsome men and beauties.
The person in front of me is indeed a singer that I admire very much. She is different from the dancers who mainly show off their coquettishness. There is something about her singing that makes someone nostalgic. As for why she feels this way.
, Lin couldn't say it. But then he put these things aside because there were more important things to keep him busy.
At that time, there were hints in the fat elf's words. If he wanted to spend a spring night with this person, he could arrange it. So today is... a real delivery of food to your door? It seems that not only will this fat man be killed, but he will also be chopped into pieces.
Just make dumplings stuffed with meat and feed them to the black dragon.
However, since they are acquaintances, someone's words are inevitably a bit presumptuous, which is not in line with diplomatic etiquette. Lin joked: "By the way, if you come here at a meal time, you probably want to have a free meal. You invited me in the first place."
, but it’s all using your kingdom’s funds, and it’s all my own. If you think about it, I’m going to suffer a loss.”
"Is it time for dinner? Oh, this is the jet lag you mentioned on the forum. I just came here after having Chinese food."
"Oh, jet lag. I even forgot that such a thing existed." Lin remembered the relative positions of the Armenian Elf Kingdom and the Holy City, and the corresponding solar times on both sides were indeed different.
Since the topic of dinner could not continue, Lin Gai asked: "How about a drink? The good wine I have here will not be inferior to the wine brewed by your elves. By the way, everything in your kingdom is very good. Compared with most human worlds, then
It can be said that it is much better. But the wine is a bit unsatisfactory. With such a low alcohol content, it is called a drink, and it does not qualify to be called wine."
The so-called hospitality is nothing more than eating and drinking. Even if you are declined politely, it will not be considered rude.
Wildwalk Fu Teng welcomed such a proposal and said at the same time: "That's just perfect. Moreover, our elf singer has learned a lot of new songs. I specially brought her here to sing."
, Beauty, good songs go well with fine wine. As for your criticism of the fine wine in my kingdom, to be honest, I think so too. After drinking the fire of the dwarves, I have no idea about the kind of wine that is not drunk and is as light as water.
I really don’t have any preference when it comes to gadgets. It’s just that although our kingdom has foreign trade, the trade in alcohol is shady, so the price is also very expensive. Anyway, with my meager salary, I can’t drink it a few times. Okay?
It’s easy to come to your place once, but don’t be too stingy.”
Listening to the fat elf's indifferent self-deprecation, Lin Yu felt that this fat elf's city was very deep, unlike ordinary diplomatic envoys who were proud of their loyalty and honor. And because the singer had learned a new song, he specially took it to a distant place to offer treasures. This is
What operation? Lin was confused. His relationship with this fat elf was definitely not as good as this.
But no matter how much you pretend, the theme has to be revealed in the end, right? I just hope that this time it won’t be like the last time, procrastinating for ten days before talking about the real thing. However, the subsequent development is almost like a table flip.
, just didn’t kill everyone.
With a wave of his hand, he invited the two elves to a corner of the small banquet hall. There was a small bar here. Fine wines collected and purchased from various places, as long as they did not require low temperature or constant temperature preservation, were placed here. As for those who needed
Properly managed wine is stored in a wine cellar opened underground. Go down a spiral staircase next to the small bar.
Since the fat elf mentioned the dwarf's fire, it is a kind of distilled liquor. It is the kind of wine-making technology that every time we travel, we must use it to make money. It is a pity that in Lost Land, there is already a way to travel through time.
All the seniors have done this...
Back then, in the southwest peninsula of Midi, a place even more remote than the countryside, there was no such distillation process, so someone naively thought that there really was no such thing in Midi. I originally wanted to keep this skill, hoping that one day I could use it.
Make a lot of money.
When I traveled to areas where lost culture has been developed and passed down for a long time, I realized that the craftsmanship that I thought did not exist at first was actually spread in a small area, or at least its products were like this.
The reason why it has not spread on a large scale can be roughly divided into two types. One is, of course, the protection of technology by vested interests. The other is because the speed of dissemination of knowledge and commodities in the land is not that fast; or the output of commodities
, it is not enough to be spread all over the world to the point where it is respected by the world.
For example, in the case of silk, it belongs to the first type. Its manufacturing technology is in the Lost Lands and is still controlled by a small country in the east. And this small country is sheltered under the Haider Empire in the east and is protected by it. So.
No one tried to steal the secrets of silk making; or there were, but no one succeeded.
And my own magic silk production... just looking at the production volume, I know that it will never become a commercial product. It is not enough for my own use.
As for the second iconic product, it is undoubtedly distilled wine. Simply put, the distilled high-altitude alcohol is not enough for the dwarves to drink themselves. Where else do they want to sell it on a large scale?
Dwarves have many ways to make money, and they don't necessarily have to rely on selling wine or the craft of making distilled liquor. In other words, they have never thought of treating it as a commodity, and after selling it, they can make a lot of money.
Works they are proud of. Weapons, armor, and shields are okay, but wine is not. Wine is more for making friends than making money.
In short, the strange persistence of the dwarves, coupled with their methods of protecting technology, resulted in the fact that although distilled alcohol exists in the Lost Lands, it has not been spread on a large scale. However, the lack of large-scale spread does not mean that it has not been spread. There is still a small amount.
Distilled liquor entered the families of powerful people through the hands of merchants. As you can imagine, the price of these liquors was quite high.
Kawei Gong once brought the dwarf's fire as a gift. The taste, if I use the taste in someone's impression, is that of inferior vodka, the kind that makes you feel like you are getting alcohol poisoning after drinking a few more glasses. But it happens to be like this
The low-quality wine, in the mouth of a transcendent warrior like Duke Kawei, has become a good wine that only real men can drink!
Sometimes I really don’t understand. People who think this kind of low-quality wine tastes good have their brains burned out by alcohol, or are they just trying to show off their manliness, so they grit their teeth and say things that are unconscionable.