The Elf King walked with a soft gait towards his beloved daughter, Druhiria, who was staring at the sky in meditation.
Since the princess and the ranger rescued more than twenty of her countrymen back to the green capital, the forest of Tyria is like a pot of hot oil mixed with water, water and oil are distinct, but both are boiling and bursting into fierce waves. The frenzied trend of mass pilgrimages to the shrine was curbed.
The elves who were fortunate enough to return home alive gave all their energy to spread throughout the forest the fearlessness of the princess, the valor of the ranger and the self-sacrifice of Sister Lax, an old woman whose death was known to all, but not as the Sister of the Lord of Rituals, but as a model of nobility. At the behest of the Elven King, poets have compiled poetry and drama to promote the Princess's great achievements.
In the circle of nobility, thanks to Sister Lax, the battle between the royal family and the pantheon has created a superposition, and the two sides are fighting a war of opinion back and forth.
Drusillia just finished a speech, passionate speech and hot tears to win the audience's affirmation. But after the speech, the princess's face seemed to be frozen, and she sat quietly, surrounded by a gloomy obscurity that made the elf king extremely worried.
"Liya."
The princess returned the salute faintly. "Father."
The Elven King tried to sound a little more pleasant: "You have worked hard, and now the young people of the green capital are following your example."
"Yes, but the streets hear the priests' sermons every day, it's just an even match."
"That's good, you turned the tide in one fell swoop, but I don't want you to take any more risks yourself, be considerate of your aging father."
The princess' face softened a little. "Let you worry, how are things at the council."
"The ordination ceremony for your bravery has been passed, and Lady Lax's posthumous award is a smooth sail ..."
Drusillia keenly heard her father's hesitation, she immediately understood the subtext, slowly and mechanically raised his head and coldly asked, "Rameshirai?"
The Elven King was taken aback, not only by his daughter's growth, but also by the cold glint in his eyes, a look he had seen on rangers fresh off the battlefield, containing hatred and murderous intent, but one that should never belong to a princess.
The Elf King put his arm around his daughter's shoulders and said in a soft, reassuring voice: "Not a big deal. The pantheon of gods is on the grounds of malfeasance and putting the royal family in danger, he is after all a ranger, and I can't argue with that. Although Ramesilai's position was cut, but rejected other punishments, just as the white mane king asked to support a few rangers, military training, when Ramesilai from the torch mage back to let him go. After the wind dies down for a while, he can be transferred back anytime."
Drusillia nodded as acquiescence to this disposition. "I'll visit Rameshirai's injury later and see if the Torch Mage has returned by the way."
The ranger who was taken away from his military and position is at the moment apprehensive about other things. His injuries had been cured long ago, but Vlamir wouldn't let him go, delaying for reasons such as after-effects. Ramesilai inexplicably, when he asked the torch mage when he would return, the magic-eyed governor would show a look that creeped him out.
The so-called look, is the inner activity through the eyes, eyebrows, mouth, face, etc. to make facial changes. However, Ramesilai knew for the first time, just a pair of eyelids and a big eye, but also can be expressed in a colorful way. Vlamir eyes reveal the tangle, bitterness, contempt, sorrow, and even mixed with poignant grievance and envy and cynicism, so that the ranger from the top of the head cold to the soles of the feet.
The resentment almost condensed into substance, pouring out from the pupils. Rameshlei was alarmed, and secretly wondered if Verliteke had deducted the treatment fee?
Vlamir led Druhiria in, polite two words, looked at Rameshile and slowly floated away.
"What happened to him?" Druhiria asked.
The Ranger shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know, he's been like this since I got here, staring at my scalp."
At this point, Vlamir suddenly became excited and shouted "Master is back" and ran away with glee.
Devil's Eye came to the side of Lysatos, first to report the business: "The ... ranger's injuries have healed, the princess has been looking for you three times, it just so happens that she is here. You see ..."
Lysatos thought about it, idle for a few days mood is calmed down. "Arrange a dinner to entertain the princess and the ranger."
This goes into the procedure ah! First get drunk to put, then half-push, smoothly on the top. Vlamir was so anxious, he looked like he was going out of his way: "You can focus with the cause!"
Golden Dragon does not understand: "What do you mean?"
"These days irritable, is ... you are not like that elf?"
Drusillia? Lysatos felt amused that his servant was actually worried about this. Speaking of beauty, his first impression is smooth and shiny scales, slender and fit hind limbs, elegant and flexible flying body, as well as warm exhalation, spraying in the chest must be warm and comfortable. As for the elven princess, it was indeed beautiful to the eyes of a human-like creature, but Lysatos was a gargoyle and he had a healthy aesthetic.
"Where are you thinking. Dragons look at elves, just like humans look at monkeys. If a monkey is beautiful and smart, will humans develop love?"
Vlamir breathed a sigh of relief and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat. "It's true that I've been overly concerned, thanks to the many expensive potions I've used to heal my wounds and strengthen my physique and abilities, all for nothing."
Lysatos, who was about to walk away, stopped in his tracks as he inexplicably turned back and asked, "Healing? Who exactly are you talking about."
Vlamir looked as if it was a matter of course: "Is there a second elf to fall in love with? Of course it's Ramesirai!"
Lysatos spat out a mouthful of blood wildly at his words.
"Roar! I'll kill you!"
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Hearing that the torch mage had returned, Vlamir went off in high spirits and returned five minutes later with a bruised nose. Drusillia and Ramesilai discovered to their horror that the magic eye had been beaten into an oval shape and stretched horizontally like an olive.
"Yes, we are honored and will be on time for the feast." Druhiria replied.
Half an hour later, the two elves were guided to the restaurant by a magic statue. Drusillia was interested in this talking lump of metal with the slightest change in pace distance and asked questions.
"No need to ask, it's just a talking tool, your questions are beyond its comprehension." Rameshirai had spent a few days in the demiplane, but was more familiar with it. He pointed to the tableware and lamps and candles floating in the air around him and said, "The one holding things up is actually a kind of magic servant called [invisible servant], invisible but touchable, strength is just about the same as the average elf, torch mage's territory is everywhere."
Walking a few more steps, Lysatos was waiting in front. "Welcome you two, please forgive me for the poor hospitality the other day."
"You're welcome, Torch Mage, I'm curious about the cuisine of the other world."
Lysatos smiled and said, "Please take your seats."
Lysatos did not change form this time, he went to the dragon special cushion seat, in front of a large 4 Sami length and width of the table, two elves respectively in front of the dragon left and right of the small table seat.
The invisible servant brought the aperitif, and the two elves looked at the rich green liquor, and could smell the fresh plant aroma and honey sweetness, much like the style of Tyrian wine brew, but the material was a plant they had not seen.
Lysatos lifted the bath tub-sized goblet with his paws, which contained a full barrel of wine. "To friendship."
"To friendship." Drusillia and Ramesilai raised their glasses in response and drank it all. The wine tasted light and sweet, and Drusillia liked it.
The two elves noticed that the gargoyle's dining habits were different from theirs; there were no starters or soups after the appetizers, just the main course. A large and two small silver dinner plates floated over, and the semicircular lid was removed to reveal a rectangular piece of orange meat with a sauce of black pepper and crisp celery as a garnish on the side. Ramesile poked at it with a table knife and found a crusty layer on the meat.
They turned to the main course of the lezatos, a full head and tail of roast beef dripping with hot sauce in the center of a 3-saami diameter plate. The roast beef was surrounded by at least a few dozen servings of vegetables, but it was inconspicuous on the plate. A large, knobby centipede surrounded the vegetables and roast beef, having removed the limbs and tentacles.
Drusillia estimated the diameter of the plate, the centipede at least 10 sa meters long. And then, the two elves found that their plate is exactly a section of the centipede body. Rameshirai and Drusillia looked at each other.
"Ah, please don't let the food get cold because of the appearance. The giant centipede from the great desert of the Athas Plane, adult up to 30 Sami, is a very scary killer. But the larvae whose carapace has not changed color are the rarest of delicacies, try it."
Lift the carapace to reveal the tender orange flesh underneath. The aroma was overwhelming, but eating a large centipede was still a bit scary. Drusilla ritualistically cut off a piece and put it in her mouth, but unexpectedly found it extremely delicious. The flesh is not difficult to chew the fiber, but like a pudding-like smooth, but chewy. The gravy was sweet, with a slight salty taste, and a bite was full of aroma. The princess couldn't resist cutting off a second piece and ate it with pleasure.
While eating she observed the torch mage, excluding the identity of the mage, she was interested in how a highly civilized dragon eats.
She saw Lysatos gently tear open the roast beef with both claws, then dropped half of it into his mouth, and the hard skull crunched like crunching beans. After eating the roast cow, the dragon used the mage's hand to lift the giant centipede shell intact, and then mouth a suck, the whole long worm entrance. Beetle shell fished in the heart of the claw, slightly spitting a mouthful of dragon breath, baked half burnt, swallowed like eating chips.
The princess was amazed, she used to think that the ten tentacles on the jaw of the golden dragon and the beard of the elders, is a symbol of wisdom and age, but now she knows that the tentacles can move. The tentacles flipped up, pushing bits of meat spilled from their teeth back into their mouths, sometimes curling around a bone that was too long to pull out and throw away.
The main course was so wonderful that it took the flavor out of the side dishes of fish soup and dessert. After the meal, Lysatos plopped down on the cushions with a contented, tentacled picking of teeth. With a full stomach, he gets to the point: "Princess Liya wishes to purchase more magical goods?"
The princess took a sip of black tea and nodded: "Indeed, but unlike the last props I bought, and then the weapons before that, I would like something different. Like the bow and arrow, which can be received and excelled by all elves. To be precise, I want to buy knowledge, the transmission of knowledge."
Lysatos said to himself, smoothly hooked, the fragment of that high deity in the backyard has a landing.