Dawn of the Grey Tower

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Although it is not necessary to accept this invitation, King Cang's impression of the cheese is quite good. Considering that the other party's request for seeing himself at this time must be something important, the mage no longer has to wait for the waiter to lead the way. Simply tell the other party to lead the way, and let Elsa go to Mona and Jack to see how they are doing. The wizard walked deep into the castle.

To be honest, cheese does n’t really like the architecture of a castle. Of course, he does n’t deny the castle ’s excellent defensive ability and influence on the surrounding residents, but from a practical point of view, the efficiency-loving mage is quite disgusted. Those tossing corridors and dim lights. In contrast, the simple structure and clear layout of the gray tower can be regarded as a masterpiece. Of course, this is just the wizard's own idea. For ordinary people, the nearly irregular rooms and endless spiral corridors of the Gray Tower are as disintegrating as some kind of magic prison.

Fortunately, the waiter who led the way was very familiar with the structure of this castle. After all, he was assigned to **** the mysterious mage's servant. Such an errand could not just be sent by himself. It is worth mentioning that in the past, when the waiter led the way to the guests who visited the castle, he was all looking up. The glory of the kingdom represented by this castle did not allow him to bow his head to any visitors. But this time, the young man did not dare to raise his head too high when he led the way, facing a caster who transcended the world. This made him almost hit the lampstand beside the corridor several times.

Just as the cheese was about to lose patience with the funny way of walking, they finally came to the king's study. In front of the study, the cheese saw an acquaintance. The Iron Knight leaned against the wall, looked up at the two people who were approaching, and waved his hand to signal that the waiter could retreat. As the latter was forgiven, the wizard saw that he had almost trot out of the area.

"It seems that I am not a respected guest here?" The wizard smiled, and he was not angry at the servant's reaction. But this does not mean that he likes to be treated like this after helping others.

"You have to understand, my friend in gray robes. No one here respects you, but sometimes, fear of the unknown will overwhelm this respect." Atticus pouted, he was not wearing at this time Armor, well-cut linen made the old man less dignified, but this did not hide the wisdom in his eyes.

The cheese nodded and said that he understood, then he felt that since the big knight was waiting for himself here, there was obviously something to explain. So the mage said, "What makes you want to stand guard with your tired body? I don't think His Majesty the King is so harsh that you will be wounded on duty?"

The Iron Knight smiled a little, "Ah, although our king sometimes fooled a little, but he is not so impersonal. But although His Majesty is very considerate of others, not all of them around him, I am here to Prevent you from battling with one of the guys inside. You know, some people have the talent to pull the sword out of his neck in three sentences. "

"I think you think about it. After all, I almost don't need a sword." The mage understood what Atticus meant and knocked open the iron-clad wooden door of the king's study room with two taps. After the cheese entered the study, the old knight sighed softly and said in a very low voice, "This is what I am worried about, and there is always a chance to irritate a sword-bearer, but to anger a mage ... may First King Bless. "

The mage who walked into the room could not hear Atticus's self-talk. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of the feather pen rubbing on the parchment. The injured king could not lift his arm at this time, then it was Who is writing is very clear. The king ’s study is not large. Perhaps the royal family of Cang Lion does not like things that are too wide. Everything in this room is set up for the necessary function. There is nothing else on the wall except a map of the kingdom. Even ordinary nobles like tapestry hanging on the wall or decorative weapons can not see. A long curved table for three people, two bookshelves made of the same material as the long table, this is the only furniture in the room. Oh, now I have to count three chairs.

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Among the three chairs, the one behind the long table lined with red velvet fabric belonged to the king. Sigt was slumping slumped in the chair, and he could see that his spirit was not very good, even his eyes were open. Half opened, it seems to fall asleep at any time. The other two chairs are on the outside of the long table. The empty one is for cheese. As for the other one, the mage saw a back view of a well-dressed gown writing with his left hand. If it was n’t for the waiter to say the wrong thing, the man whose right hand was bandaged to his chest was obviously the finance minister of the Cangshi Kingdom. Although he ca n’t see the age of the man from the back, he must be very heavy from the outline of the inflated dress .

"Fat man, your guests are here." The king wanted to greet him when he saw the cheese entering the door, but his arm fell off the armrest and fell back. Obviously the aftermath of being possessed by the demon makes him unprecedented now. Powerless. What the magi cares about is, which country's monarch would call his finance minister fat? This ridiculous title is more like a friend rather than a courtier.

"You are still talking less. If you die now, Cangshi will definitely be incomparable because of the throne." The finance minister, known as the fat man, also responded to his monarch with an unwelcome tone, but look He didn't plan to get up to meet the cheese. The man said to the mage without looking back, "Mr. Cheese? Sorry, I'm counting the accounts now. If you want, you can sit down in the seat next to it."

The mage actually went to his seat and sat down. This was not because the cheese didn't care about the other party's rude manner of speaking. It was just that his curiosity about the finance minister made him temporarily ignore the other party's language problem. Sitting on the chair, the mage saw the man's face. Judging by the standard of cheese, he didn't care about a person's appearance, but how to say, after seeing the other person's face, the wizard even felt rare It's a pity that if this person is willing to exercise well and remove the thick chin, I'm afraid he will become a famous guy.

"Mr. Wizard, please let me apologize first." The fat man said without looking up. "Although I asked His Majesty to call you over, I obviously miscalculated you and your companions and those standing outside the door. The loss caused by Mr. Knight and his men. So you have to wait a few more minutes, ah, yes, since you are already seated, bother you to hand me the balance over the table, my right hand is broken , No activity in the near future. "

What to say, the cheese felt that he had seen many weirdos in the gray tower. He did n’t even think that he who walked out of the mage ’s den would think that others were strange, because he was also one of the weirdos. But this time, when the mage put the balance on the table in front of the other party, the cheese really couldn't guess whether this person was too stupid or too smart ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Thanks. "The fat man said casually, temporarily put down the quill pen, put some weights on both ends of the balance with one hand, and then carefully distinguished the scale pointed by the pointer." How did you break your hand? " The cheese asked, saying that such a person really shouldn't break his arm. He looks like the kind of guy who even asks the servant to feed his mouth even when eating.

"You said my right hand? It was hit by a squirrel on the wall the night before. But I cut the guy's head, and from the accounts, I was not a loss." The finance minister answered calmly, in the slightest Without worrying about his own speech, the Master has rarely seen a surprised look.

"Do you mean that you participated in the battle?" Although he knew that he was very rude, the cheese uttered the sentence. After all, let the mage believe that the fat man in front of him took part in the tragic battle ... Please forgive the cheese, I can't imagine such a picture. He really doesn't seem to be the type who will be on the front line to kill the enemy.

"Of course, participating in the war is the duty of the nobles. Those guys who hide in the house and shivering when they hear the bell want me to say that they should push on the gallows and confiscate their property to enrich the treasury."

I don't know why. The cheese found himself a little admiring this fat minister.