Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Shocking.

Erendil, the Eternal Wise, the Light of the Twilight Moon, Dr. Dragon Heart Grass, the political and legal advisor of the two generations of Phoenix Kings, a famous hero who has been written down in history and legend, heard Tagris say this. After speaking, Mengniu sour yogurt poured out uncontrollably.

He vomited directly into the face of Hong San who was sitting next to him.

Seeing this, Kant's eyes flashed, and the passive skill "Brother Guanxi's Realm" was activated immediately. He turned his body and aimed the phone camera on his chest at Hong San.

Hong San's expression changed suddenly, his reaction was very fast, he kicked his feet hard, fell to the sky with a thud, rolled, and when he stood up again, the Mengniu yogurt was wiped clean on his face.

Grass.

Kant cursed inwardly.

Sometimes people who are too smart are not good either.

As soon as this thought arose, the elf whose brain was not very useful was already close to him.

Tagris' face was drunk, and his eyes were flowing, almost dripping water. They all said that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

He looked directly at Kant, and his tone was even a little coquettish: "Is it okay! I'm very good at raising me, and I'm good at fighting! And...and my..."

When the elf said this, her cheeks were flushed, and she showed a shy smile.

-Grass.

Kant couldn't help but think again.

how to say…

Although the guess in his heart is almost certain, but no matter how the other party looks now, he is still a male elf, and he is gay.

And the mouth is full of Weilong spicy strips and Coca-Cola.

Even though he had made a plan for that brilliant genius, he still hadn't reached that level of arrogance. Seeing that the other party was getting close, Kant had no choice but to stretch out his hand and push the other party's face outward.

Tagris let out a dissatisfied whimper.

Elendil's side finally took action.

Crying outside the city, now drunk, pretending to be crazy, selling stupid, drinking crazy, and speaking more and more indecent, even saying such shameless words - the wise man of elves will evaporate rationally.

If it goes on like this, he really wants to commit suicide to apologize to the late emperor.

Erendil stood up suddenly and said sternly: "Your Highness! Please shut up! His Royal Highness Kant is a member of the Goethe Royal Family! In theory, he is still our enemy! If you continue, the face of the Dusk Moon Dynasty will be disgraced!"

"What happened to the enemy! Isn't the enemy better!?"

Duke Tilling scolded: "The noble elves were bought by despicable and ugly human beings, turned into slaves, bullied in this way, humiliated in this way, and you, the most noble old fellows, who are sane and one elf, live a long time. Now, my mind is distorted, on the surface it is elegant and noble, but these are the things I love to watch in private, don’t think I don’t know!”

"Puff puff…"

Three sprays.

Except for the purest and ignorant gorilla who didn't understand, Leona and Hong San understood.

Kant understands better.

Not only does he understand, he has seen a lot.

It seems that whether elves or humans, whether the earth or another world, such magical things as desire-desire are really common...

- But the lethality of these words is too great.

Even though Elendil is an elf wise man, has countless legends and deeds, has served the elf royal court for hundreds of years, and is used to seeing many big scenes, it is the first time he has encountered such an embarrassing situation.

He didn't mention how much he regretted agreeing to this errand.

If I knew earlier that even if it was a death remonstrance, I would have stopped this matter.

Home for a while, Erendil was ashamed and angry, angry and angry, his eyes shone brightly, and the powerful magic began to vibrate.

Kant's expression suddenly froze, Achiang has suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and pushed Leona to the corner, Hong San's body was also tense, and his eyes were fixed on Erendil's heart.

The elf wise man turned a blind eye to all this, raised his hand and smashed a 300% increase in the magic spell on the forehead of Tagris, and shouted: "Your Highness, wake up!"

The arcane brilliance of Qingling Mingguang melted into Tagris' body.

Duke Tilling's body shook, the flowing eyes calmed down, and the drunken expression disappeared. He stared blankly at Kant who was close at hand, at his hand holding the other's shoulder, and then slowly Put it down, and backed away, opening the distance between the two who were too close before.

But the expression was neither surprised, nor ashamed, nor was there any violent reaction.

But some sad, some sad.

He gave Kant a poignantly sad smile, then turned to Elendil.

There is some unspeakable sadness in the calm expression.

"You really hate it, Lord Elendil, you all hate it, magic, magic, magic, all magic, you always think that all my problems can be solved with magic, everything about me is beyond your plan. The appearance can be corrected with spells…”

"When you're drunk, use spells to get rid of alcohol, insomnia, just use spells to sleep, when I cry, just use joy spells to remind me of happy things, because it doesn't look good, I laugh, just use ice heart spells to make me less so Happy, because I'm too disrespectful when I'm happy...until I've become your best image in my mind."

He said lightly: "The spell is so useful, what do you want me to do?"

The atmosphere of this banquet hall, which was full of absurdity and weirdness a moment ago, is now terribly silent, and everyone is silent, including the wise.

Erendil's lips trembled, and he whispered: "Your Highness, you are drunk..."

The words on the lips stopped abruptly.

Because he clearly saw that the eyes of Duke Tiling, who was close at hand, burst out with murderous and brutal killing intent. The emerald green eyes were no longer as quiet as the green mountains in the distance, but like the violent breath of a green dragon. The long-standing volcano is about to erupt with blazing flames that will destroy everything.

Elendil's body suddenly stiffened. Even if his spell cultivation was as high as his, pure fear emerged spontaneously at this moment. He hadn't experienced fear for a long time.

The next second, the flames subsided, and the emerald green eyes were still beautiful and deep.

Tagris smiled faintly: "The muscles will be stronger after injury, and the will will grow tougher when it is pressed to the extreme. Sir Elendil, when was the last time you saw me drunk?"

Then he looked at Kant.

The elf looks no longer weak, no longer angry, not crying, not greedy, not drunk, not obsessed, he only looks like an elf now, although his body is still thin, but now he looks like a distant mountain, When people look at it, they can't help but feel like a mountain is standing upright.

He looks a lot more normal now.

If he arrived at Valentine in this attitude, Kant would not underestimate him.

But I always think... it's still the elf just now, more interesting.

Tagris nodded gently to Kant: "I'm sorry, I let you see an indecent scene, Your Highness Kant, I'm deeply sorry, please don't take it to heart."

He said, but laughed to himself, looking at the dazzling array of new food on the table that can't be named, Tagris laughed at himself: "It's really strange, it's obviously not wine."

"It's because it's not alcohol, so I'm drunk." Kant said softly, "There is a saying in my hometown that if alcohol is not intoxicating, people will get drunk, and if it is replaced by elves, it is probably the same. Your Excellency Duke, it seems that you need to get drunk very much. In the last match, it was a pity that the world was unsatisfactory, and it was as noble as an elves, and the same was true."

Duke Tiling was silent for a moment and sighed: "Today is noisy, embarrassed, and my interest has faded. Forgive my rudeness and leave the stage first. Thank you for your hospitality, and you will be rewarded tomorrow."

He took two steps back, saluted again, and turned to leave.

"Please stay." Kant picked up an unopened large bottle of Sprite and handed it to the other party, "You seem to like drinking this, take it back and drink it."

Tagris glanced at him: "This can't be drunk."

"But it's delicious, I'm a Sprite Party." Kant smiled slightly, "If Your Excellency the Duke wants to get drunk again, we'll make an appointment another day, and we'll have a good time."

Tagris looked at him, silent for a long time, and slowly took the bottle of drink.

The picture is funny.

The first meeting was messy, and the first meal was messy.

"If there are historians who want to verify today's events, they don't know what to make up."

Watching the two elves leave on foot, they didn't take the carriage and said to wake up, Leona muttered in a low voice, Kant touched his chin, his eyes were a little complicated.

Hong San said in a low voice, "Your Highness, what do you think?"

Kant sighed and smiled: "Unfortunately, it's an elf."

The night wind was blowing and it was cool. Tagris and Elendil strolled down the street. Valentine was still under curfew. No one saw these two elves. The wise man was silent and followed behind the duke.

After a long silence, the elf smiled: "Unfortunately, it is a human, otherwise I really want to make friends with him."

Erendil whispered: "His Royal Highness..."

Tagris stopped and didn't look back: "Sir Erendil, you broke my plan today."

The elf wise man recalled the eyes of the other party before, and his heart throbbed, but he slowly said: "I am frightened, but this is my duty, you must know what you are doing."

"I know very well, I know very well, you don't need to remind me all the time."

Duke Tilling took a deep breath and turned his head.

His eyes were sharp as knives.

"Lord Erendil."

"exist."

The elf said softly: "I have only done one thing in my life according to my own decision and heart. Now I want to do the second thing. Don't stop me, this is an order."

He took a step forward, looked at the other party, and said lightly: "Otherwise I will kill you and let you die in Valentine, as a return gift to Kant, I will say that you intend to assassinate Kant, and the other party sees through it, and kills you on the spot. , you know, as long as I am willing, this is an iron-clad fact, from the royal family to the council, no elves will question it."

Tagris raised the Sprite in his hand, and then showed a mocking smile: "Anyway, the war must continue, right? Kant doesn't mind taking one more elf's life and adding another one to his record. The name of a legendary hero."

"You remember it for me."

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PS1: The first update, three thousand words.

PS2: I have to say that every character in the book has the outer logic and inner logic of their actions. The reason why the action words look strange is because the inner logic has not been revealed.

PS3: I will stop here to avoid spoilers, look at you guys, in the ten chapters, I shouted to the knight, and in the dozens of chapters, I shouted to Hong San, and now again, this People, just can't remember the lesson, the law of Jingze is watching you. (lighting a cigarette)