The half-elf waiter looked at Gareth, who looked confused. Just when he was about to continue speaking, he heard the restaurant owner shouting.
"Mark, you are lazy again. Believe it or not, I will deduct your salary."
Hearing the boss's roar, the half-elf waiter Mark suddenly trembled and said to Gareth: "Sorry! Brother, I have to go to work to avoid being deducted from my salary by the boss."
The elf who was responsible for guiding Gareth said with a smile: "It seems that Mark is used to his current life."
"What do you mean?" Gareth said, slightly stunned.
"The lord once said that he does not support idlers. If you want to live here, you must learn to support yourself. Mark is one of the first people to choose to find a job." The elf Wendol said with a gentle smile.
"What about you?"
Gareth was referring to these elves.
Wendol shook his head helplessly.
"Many people have been enslaved for too long and cannot adapt to the current life. They can only learn from Lord Ilaya."
Gareth looked at Wendell in confusion.
"how about you?"
"Me?" Wen Duoer's eyes flashed with enthusiasm.
"I was originally selected by the lord to be a teacher in the school, but I was chosen by Mr. Wilson and became his secretary, responsible for helping him handle daily affairs."
"Mr. Wilson is a very wise old man. He taught me a lot and benefited me a lot..."
Gareth looked at Wendol who was in chatterbox mode and did not disturb him. Instead, he quietly listened to him talking to himself.
This is a disease. Many elves who have just regained their freedom have it. Their spirits that have been suppressed for too long have completely burst out. They are naturally peace-loving and do not like fighting, let alone killing to vent their emotions, so it is best for them to become talkative.
way of venting.
Gareth also got a lot of very important information from it.
For example, Lord Mero's attitude towards foreign races.
Arriving outside the city lord's palace, Ilaya had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Wen Duoer who was still talking continuously, she had to say with a straight face: "Wen Duoer, are you too idle? Do you want me to give you some money?"
You put on more burden."
Wen Duoer instantly returned to his gentle and elegant appearance, bowed to Elijah and left.
"Lord Elijah!" Gareth performed a very standard elf salute.
"I already told you in the letter, you can answer whatever you want, don't worry too much."
Ilaya said softly.
The subtext is very simple, which is for Gareth to refuse Aslan's request to buy a war horse.
Gareth nodded, he knew very well the power of the cavalry charge, and the combat power that could be unleashed on the Changfeng Plain would definitely make all the foreigners on the Changfeng Plain despair.
In the living room, Aslan was lying very lazily on his leather sofa.
Behind him stood two great swordsmen, Cruze and Wu Lusi. As soon as Gareth entered the door, the aura of the great swordsman was clearly revealed. This was a direct display of his muscles for Gareth.
Gareth's mouth twitched slightly, and he sat calmly opposite Aslan.
The two of them just stared at each other, without speaking to each other. Aslan was just drinking the freshly boiled milk.
The cows were brought from the ten major lords, and there were only a dozen of them, and Aslan raised them as treasures.
Milk is a good thing and can be made into countless delicious foods and nutritional products.
He has asked Jason to purchase a large number of cows.
Aslan drank a glass of milk and ate several cookies.
Gareth couldn't bear it anymore. He was really tempted by the delicious food in front of Aslan.
Although the Changfeng Plain is mainly a plain, and the foreign tribes have also cultivated many fields, the yield is not satisfactory and can only barely feed the foreign tribes in the Changfeng Plain.
In this case, naturally you can't be too harsh on the taste of food.
"Lord Aslan, this is how you treat guests!" Gareth asked dissatisfied.
Aslan shook his head indifferently.
"You want to be my guest?"
Gareth frowned slightly and asked displeasedly: "Lord Aslan! What do you mean?"
"No! I just want to say that if you want to be my guest, you must have something that I value enough. Otherwise, I have to treat anyone with courtesy when they come to my place. Wouldn't it be exhausting?" Aslan suddenly sat up straight.
Body, said with contempt on his face.
"Are you insulting me?" Gareth put his hand on the hilt of the sword, his whole body's aura was swelling, and he might attack at any time.
"Haha! There are 795 elves and 4677 half-elves."
Aslan suddenly revealed a piece of data, and Gareth's expression suddenly changed.
This number is exactly the total population of his tribe. Why Aslan would know this is something even Elijah doesn't know.
Seeing Gareth's expression, Ilea immediately guessed the meaning of Aslan's words, and her expression changed drastically.
"It seems that Lord Aslan knows the aliens in the Changfeng Plain very well!" Ilaya said with a smile, hoping to break the ice. If Gareth really drew his sword, he would definitely die.
When Gareth heard Elijah's words, he couldn't help but let go of his hand on the sword hilt and forced a smile.
"Sorry! I was too excited just now."
Aslan shrugged indifferently.
"You aliens are not good people. Even if you don't live a good life, you still want to take advantage of me in Changfeng Town. If the Baoluo fruit tree had not just been planted, it would not bear fruit until next year at the earliest. I guess you would have to send troops.
Plundered."
Aslan's words were heartbreaking, and Gareth's mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't even say a word to refute.
Ilaiya was also furious after hearing this. As a foreigner, can she still not recognize the facts?
They actually plan to attack human towns on a large scale, which will arouse the common hatred of the human race.
At that time, if the Marquis of Medea from Pele City also sends troops to help Aslan conquer the foreigners in the Changfeng Plain, it will really be the end of the Changfeng Plain.
Ilaya has always been looking for an ecological chain to coexist with the human race. What she hates most are those idiots who wage war against the human race, because there is no way to win. An initial victory will only usher in the cruelest revenge from the human race in the end.
Gareth noticed Elijah's murderous gaze and couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Hmph! You wild half-elves are indeed a bit stronger in character, but you have been hiding in remote mountains for so long that you can't recognize the facts." Aslan said with a mocking look on his face.
Ilaiya said decisively: "Lord Aslan and Chief Gareth just listened to the slander of other alien races. Please give him a chance."