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Chapter 212

Reggie formed a team composed of the smartest messengers.

Their mission is to pretend to be envoys from the Wolf Kingdom and present the map to Charlemagne.

It is not easy to imitate werewolves. Although they are savage, they are of noble origin and carry an indescribable temperament. In Chris's words, it is a kind of elegance full of vulgarity.

"Pay attention to your sitting posture, raise your legs higher, and try to say something. You can use a rude catchphrase, but don't forget to use honorifics. You can spit when you speak, but speak to no one.

There is a place where you can vomit, don’t act too disgusting..."

After a night of training, Reggie's plan failed. The messengers could not accurately imitate the characteristics of the werewolves. They were somewhat similar when they were not talking, but once they spoke, they immediately leaked their flaws.

There is only one feasible way, let Lu Geang deliver the map in person.

This sounds a bit incredible, but Lu Geang agreed without hesitation.

"You should have put poison on the map, right?" Luge Ang said, "Charlemagne's death will do no harm to the Wolf Kingdom. I can help you deliver the map to Charlemagne, but you must guarantee that I will

I can leave safely. If I can't escape, I will expose your conspiracy. When that happens, don't hate me."

Although the meeting was unpleasant, Reggie began to like Lugeon's temperament more and more. He clearly stated the price and dealt fairly, which saved Reggie a lot of saliva.

He asked Lugeang to bring four couriers and Doranor, and after Calaf had processed the map, he immediately set off for Zhilin City.

The process of processing the map is not easy. Khalaf has to put Abu's parchment and map together. Abu's parchment has a witchcraft totem on it, and it must be integrated with the map. It can neither damage the totem nor damage the map.

No trace should be exposed.

Calaf completed the task perfectly, and even Lugeon himself did not see any flaws.

Reggie planned to let everyone set off immediately, but Doranor made a rare move.

"Master, I don't feel very well and want to rest for a night."

It seems that the old wizard who just woke up is still too weak. He is the key to the smooth escape of this group of people. Although Charlemagne may send troops at any time, Reggie still agreed to Doranor's request and let him have a good night's rest.

.

Dolanor didn't have a good rest. He didn't even eat dinner and went straight to find Abu.

"Young man, must your totem be drawn on a piece of parchment one foot wide?"

Abu shook his head and said: "It doesn't have to be so big. The smallest totem is only as big as a fingernail, but in that case, it will be very difficult to track."

Doranor nodded with satisfaction: "Draw me some totems the size of fingernails."

Abu asked in surprise: "Why do you do that? The lord has already put my totem into the map. I can feel the existence of the totem very clearly. I don't need to waste any more witchcraft..."

Doranor frowned and said: "My child, you have just come to the earth, and you should maintain a respectful attitude towards the wizards above the stars."

Abu bowed deeply and said: "Sir, I have no intention of disobeying you, but my witchcraft can only track one totem at a time, and it is useless if there are more."

"Do as I say," Doranor said. "You first track the Lord's totem. If something unexpected happens, then track the other totems."

Abu drew two more totems the size of fingernails. Three totems were already the limit of his witchcraft.

Doranor took these two totems, found Calaf, and said, "Smart elf bachelor, I need your help."

Calaf and Doranor have a very good personal relationship. Seeing Doranor being so polite made Calaf a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, old wizard, are you in trouble?"

"It may not be troublesome for you," Doranor took out a few gold coins and stuffed them into Calaf's hand, "but for others, it's simply incomparable."

Kalaf looked at Dolanor in confusion: "Old wizard, what are you doing? I will definitely help you with anything I can help you. Why do you want to give me money?"

Doranor said: "Because without money, this thing will never be done."



At dawn the next day, everyone set out. Dolanor looked even more haggard than yesterday, which made Reggie wonder whether the old guy had slept.

"Old wizard, if you feel you haven't had a good rest, you can rest for another night."

"I'm fine, Master," Doranor said with a relaxed smile, "I won't let you down, please be ready to fight."

Lu Geang left, and Chris was a little worried.

"To be honest, I don't believe the werewolf. I'm worried that he will tell the whole truth as soon as he sees Charlemagne. Maybe Charlemagne will spare his life."

Reggie said: "Don't worry, Dolanor will definitely be able to escape unharmed. Even if Lugeon deceives us, we can still receive the news."

Chris shook his head and said: "To be honest, I can't trust your old wizard. His behavior is a bit strange. He seems to be hiding something from us."

Riding a carriage, Lugeang spent most of the day arriving at Zhilin City. The new lord of Zhilin City was a greasy middle-aged man. He interrogated everyone viciously like a prisoner, until Lugeang

After giving him a slap in the face and taking out the envoy's seal and documents, the panicked lord quickly took everyone to Charlemagne's military camp.

In terms of treating envoys, Charlemagne continued the tradition of the Kingdom of Lane. Rougeon and his party received warm hospitality. Although Rougeon still showed the roughness of a werewolf, Charlemagne, who was well-informed, did not mind.

"Your Majesty, I think you noticed the scars on my face." Lu Geang opened his clothes and exposed the horrific wounds on his chest. "I know this is a shameful thing. I didn't want to do it in front of you."

Mention it, but your warm hospitality makes me feel extremely angry about the previous experience!”

Charlemagne had already seen Rougeon's scars. Now that Rougeon mentioned it, he naturally wanted to ask: "My friend, what happened?"

"This is all done by that scoundrel Reggie Victor." Rougeon took a big sip of wine and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the carpet. "To be honest, the purpose of my trip is not to visit you.

, I followed the king’s order to win over Reggie Victor.”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the military tent changed immediately. Charlemagne took away his smile. Andrew stood up and put his hand on the hilt of his sword: "So, the Benlang Kingdom wants to be our enemy?"

Charlemagne asked Andrew to sit down: "Since he is here, it proves that he has given up hostility and listened to our friend."

"Thank you for your tolerance, my majesty." Lugeang spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm. Spindu, who was sitting next to him, sniffed and tried his best to restrain his disgust.

Lu Geang stood up and said: "Our king made a mistake. He thought that a helpless and stateless lord would be happy to throw himself into the arms of the Wolf Kingdom. But he was wrong, really wrong, he underestimated

Reggie Victor's stupidity and arrogance, he beat me severely for some trivial things, and said some extremely insulting words for me to convey to the king."

"It's such a pity," Charlemagne sighed. "It seems that His Majesty Snow doesn't know Reggie Victor very well."

"I really don't understand, who would understand such a fool," Lugeang spat again, and Spindu was really about to suffocate. "I want to prove the king's mistake. He shouldn't lower himself to be like a fool."

You have to deal with me, so I came to you shamelessly and wanted to give you a gift!"

Rougeon took out the map he drew, and like everyone else, Charlemagne was shocked when he saw the map.

He had seen the map of Benlang Kingdom and experienced its exquisite paintings before, but Lu Geang's skills still amazed him.

"My lovely friend, the king of the gray wolf tribe, did you draw this yourself?"

Lu Geang nodded and said: "This is my intention, Your Majesty!"

Spindu said aside: "It's a perfect map. Every road is drawn very clearly. What a pity, what a pity. Why is this map not complete?"

"It's my fault, Your Majesty," Luge Ang said, "I didn't see anything north of Broken Snow City."

"Don't be so greedy, my Prime Minister," Charlemagne said. "This map is enough. How can I thank you, my friend?"

Lu Geang shook his head and said: "I don't need your gratitude. What I need is forgiveness. Please forgive me for my stupidity and the mistakes our king has made!"

After saying that, Lu Geang knelt on the ground on one knee. Even though it was just one knee, it was already a very rare courtesy for a werewolf.

Charlemagne helped Lugeon with his own hands, and showed his father's warm smile: "There is nothing to forgive, my friend, please convey my respect to King Snorre, we are friends that can never be separated.

"

Spindu turned back to the waiter and said: "Let the girls sing and dance to celebrate this great moment together."


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