To be honest, he didn't know why Clintasa still had time to hang out in the princess's shopping mall when everyone else went to the city hall.
At first, Grayson thought he had some purpose, so he "kept tight guard" along the way, paying close attention to Clintasa's every move.
But after half a day, he discovered that Clintasa was really shopping.
The Elf King walked into one store after another, commented on the dazzling array of products, and even tried on a few clothes himself!
Grayson is now as impatient as a man who goes shopping with his girlfriend - of course the reasons for his annoyance are different.
"Should I buy something?"
The two of them walked around for a long time, accompanied by a large number of people, when Clintasa suddenly asked.
Before Grayson could answer, Clintasa turned to ask the mall manager next to him: "What is the most expensive thing here?"
"A hundred-flower gemstone necklace is worth nearly 100 million."
"Okay, pack it up for me and send it to the princess. I will send someone to send the money later."
The mall manager looked puzzled: "Everything here belongs to Her Royal Highness, why...?"
Clintasa waved his hand: "This is called trade cooperation. Just follow it, but don't evade taxes."
"Okay..." The supervisor wiped his sweat, thinking that if the suitor knew that he gave the necklace to Her Highness the Princess, Her Highness did not even look at it and put it for sale in the mall, but was
The Elf King bought it and then delivered it to His Highness. Should he be happy or sad?
After the small episode, everyone continued to wander around talking and laughing. In an optical store, Clintasa dismissed the entourage because of the small space in the store and fear of breaking things, leaving only him and Grayson.
Grayson knew he was getting down to business.
Unexpectedly, Clintasa picked up a pair of glasses, placed them in front of his eyes, looked around through the lenses, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing is more like a decoration for people like us.
And it has no practical effect.”
Grayson could only respond: "The Elf King's eyesight should be very good."
"It doesn't matter if I'm blind, magic is my eyes."
Clintasa closed his eyes as he spoke. The glasses in his hand fell away from his fingertips, floated back to their original position, and were placed safely.
Grayson picked up the pair of glasses and looked at the lenses: "But there is a difference after all. Human eyes can see the hidden joys, sorrows and joys of others. This is something that magic eyes cannot see."
Clintasa still had his eyes closed, as if he was still looking at the surroundings with magic: "Similarly, there are some things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, but magic can."
Grayson frowned: "For example?"
Clintasa raised her head slightly: "For example, another magic eye."
Grayson also raised his head after hearing this, but there was only the ceiling and lights above his head. He felt it carefully, but still found nothing.
"Your Excellency, you are saying that someone is spying on us?"
Clintasa opened her eyes and smiled: "This is Brica. I'm just a guest, so I don't dare to say anything."
Grayson thought that what Clintasa meant was that Brica sent someone to spy on him. "If we want to spy on you, then I am the best person standing here to spy on you. There is no need to tinker with magic."
"No, no, that's not what I meant. I didn't suspect that you were spying on me." Clintasa shook his head, and even kept a smile on his face: "I mean someone is spying on all of us, the entire Brica."
Grayson's expression finally showed an unexpected change, and then he reacted: "Armor weirdo?"
Did he really become a god?
Unexpectedly, Clintasa still shook his head: "It's your parliament president."
"!!!"
"Don't look at me with an expression of disbelief, Mr. Grayson. The two of us combined are almost a few thousand years old." Clintasa gently pushed the glasses in Grayson's hand and pushed them directly to him.
Wear it on your eyebrows.
At this moment, although what Grayson saw did not change, he did feel uncomfortable around him. It was an indescribable feeling, as if his body was a ventilated net,
Being washed by something flowing.
Just when he wanted to feel those things carefully, Clintasa took off his glasses, and the previous feeling was gone.
"A word of advice, it's better not to go too deep."
Although his strength is not as strong as Clintasa's, Grayson is not a weakling. But as Clintasa said, even though they are a lot of age, Grayson was still shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.
"What is that?" he asked. "What does this have to do with our Speaker of Parliament?"
"It's just a guess." Clintasa stopped answering and called the boss over: "Please install these glasses for me."
"OK."
The owner of the optical shop ran over, and Grayson couldn't ask any more questions, so he could only ponder what Clintasa meant in his mind.
Since a serious illness many years ago, the Parliament Speaker of Brica has never shown his true face in front of outsiders. He usually lies on the hospital bed and sees people covered by a white cloth. Later, I saw him in person.
The number of times is even less, and I can only receive instructions from him, or see him on a projection or video.
Until recently, there was simply no such thing.
It wasn't that Grayson didn't think about going to the top floor of the city hall where the Speaker of Parliament was lying to find out, but for some reason, every time he had this idea, he would inexplicably give it up, and ended up arriving.
It hasn't taken shape yet.
"Why am I like this?" Grayson felt deeply uneasy: "Is my thinking being controlled by others? Impossible, I...I, I can control myself, I'm going to go now...
....No, I can't go, go..."
In the intense self-struggle of his brain, Grayson subconsciously waved his hand.
"Pa~"
It happened to hit the shop owner's hand, and the pair of glasses that Clintasa had chosen hit the ground and cracked.
"This..." The shop owner was a little at a loss. He didn't know what the old principal of Resburg was crazy about, but he couldn't afford to offend him: "How about changing it?"
Clintasa glanced at Grayson. The usually calm and knowledgeable old man now looked frightened. He gently raised his hand, and the glasses on the ground floated back to the boss's hands: "It's okay, you better put on these for me.
That’s fine, it’s just a decoration anyway.”
"Okay...okay."
Just as the store owner was about to load up the items, someone suddenly rushed in from outside the door. In the process, he knocked a lot of glasses off the shelves. The sound of things falling was so frightening that the owner almost dropped his glasses again.
The person who came was from the security team. He was guarding the door before, but now he looked anxious:
"Mr. Grayson, something big happened in the city hall. The captain sent news. I hope you will go to the rescue as soon as possible!"