Chapter 136: 136: Wild Elf

"Hi! Dude, where do you work now?"

This sudden greeting made Gareth dumbfounded.

"Go to work? What class do you go to?"

The half-elf waiter looked at the confused Gareth, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard the restaurant owner shout.

"Mark, you are lazy again. Believe it or not, I will deduct your salary."

Hearing the boss's roar, Mark, the half-elf waiter, shuddered and said to Gareth, "I'm sorry! Brother, I'm going to work so that the boss won't deduct my salary."

The elf who was leading the way for Gareth smiled and said, "It seems that Mark is used to life now."

"What do you mean by that?" Gareth asked in a daze.

"The lord once said that he does not support idlers. If he wants to live here, he must learn to support himself. Mark is the first group of people who choose to come out to find a job." Elf Wendor said with a gentle smile.

"What about you?"

Gareth was referring to them elves.

Wendor shook his head helplessly.

"Many people have been enslaved for too long, and they are still unable to adapt to the current life. They can only learn from Lord Elijah."

Gareth looked at Wendor suspiciously.

"how about you?"

"Me?" A frenzy flashed in Wendor's eyes.

"I was originally chosen by the lord to be a teacher in the school, but I was chosen by Mr. Wilson and became his secretary, responsible for helping him with daily affairs."

"Mr. Wilson is a very wise old man. He taught me a lot and benefited me a lot..."

Gareth looked at Wendor who was in chatter mode, and didn't bother him, but quietly listened to him talking to himself.

This is a disease. Many elves who have just regained their freedom have it. Their spirits that have been suppressed for too long have completely exploded. They are naturally peace-loving and they don’t like fighting, and they don’t want to vent their emotions by killing, so it’s best for them to become talkative. way of venting.

Gareth also got a lot of very important information from it.

For example, Lord Melo's attitude towards alien races.

When I came to the city lord's mansion, Eliya had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Wendor who was still talking, she had to say with a straight face: "Wendor, are you too free? Do you want me to give it to you?" You add some burden."

Wendor instantly returned to that gentle and refined appearance, bowed to Elijah and left.

"Master Elijah!" Gareth gave a very standard elf salute.

"I have already told you in the letter, you can answer whatever you want, don't worry too much."

Elijah said softly.

The subtext is very simple, which is to ask Gareth to refuse Aslan's request to buy a war horse.

Gareth nodded. He was well aware of the power of the cavalry charge, and the combat power that could be unleashed on the Changfeng Plain would definitely make all the alien races on the Changfeng Plain despair.

In the reception room, Aslan was very lazily half lying on his leather sofa.

Standing behind him were two great sword masters, Kruze and Wulusi. As soon as Gareth entered the door, the great sword master's aura was undoubtedly revealed, which was directly showing Gareth's muscles.

The corners of Gareth's mouth twitched slightly, and he sat calmly across from Aslan.

The two just stared at each other without speaking to each other, while Aslan drank the freshly boiled milk by himself.

The cows were pulled from the top ten lords, only a dozen or so, and were raised by Aslan as baby lumps.

Milk is a good thing, and it can be made into countless delicacies and nutritional products.

He had gotten Jason back from buying cows in bulk.

Aslan finished his glass of milk and ate several cookies.

Gareth couldn't bear it anymore, he was really tempted by the delicious food in front of Aslan's eyes.

Although the Changfeng Plain is dominated by plains, the foreign races have also reclaimed many fields, but the yield is not satisfactory, and they can barely support the foreign races on the Changfeng Plain.

In this case, it is natural not to be too harsh on the taste of food.

"Lord Aslan, this is your way of hospitality!" Gareth asked dissatisfied.

Aslan really shook his head indifferently.

"You want to be my guest?"

Gareth frowned slightly, and asked displeasedly, "Lord Aslan! What do you mean?"

"No! I just want to say that if you want to be my guest, you must have enough value for me. Otherwise, I will treat anyone with courtesy. Wouldn't it be exhausting?" Aslan suddenly sat up straight body, said contemptuously.

"Are you insulting me?" Gareth put his hand on the hilt of the sword, his momentum was swelling, and he might attack at any time.

"Hehe! There are seven hundred and ninety-five elves, and four thousand six hundred and seventy-seven half-elves."

Aslan suddenly revealed a piece of data, and Gareth's expression changed instantly.

This figure was exactly the total population of his tribe. Why Aslan knew, even Elijah didn't know about it.

Looking at Gareth's expression, Elijah immediately guessed the meaning behind Aslan's words, and her expression changed dramatically.

"It seems that Lord Aslan knows the alien race in Changfeng Plain very well!" Elijah said with a smile, hoping to break the silence. If Gareth really draws his sword, he will surely die.

When Gareth heard Elijah's words, he couldn't help but let go of the sword hilt, and forced a smile.

"Sorry! I was too excited just now."

Aslan shrugged indifferently.

"You alien races are not good things. It's fine if you don't live a good life, but you still want to plot against me in Changfeng Town. If the bud fruit tree has not just been planted, it will not bear fruit until next year at the earliest. I guess you all have to send troops. Looted."

Aslan's every word was heartbreaking, and Gareth's mouth was slightly opened when he said it, but he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

Elijah was also very angry when she heard that, as a foreign race, can she still not recognize the facts?

Actually planning to attack human towns on a large scale, that would arouse the common hatred of the human race.

At that time, if the Marquis of Medea in Billy City also sent troops to help Aslan crusade against the aliens in the Changfeng Plain, it would really be the end of the Changfeng Plain.

Elijah has always been looking for an ecological chain to coexist with the human race. What she hates the most are those idiots who wage war against the human race, because they can't win at all. The initial victory will only usher in the cruelest revenge of the human race.

Gareth noticed Elijah's murderous gaze, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Hmph! You wild half-elves are indeed a bit stronger, but after hiding in the remote mountains for a long time, you can't recognize the truth." Aslan said mockingly.

Elijah broke his mouth and said: "Lord Aslan, Patriarch Gareth just listened to the slander of other alien races, please give him a chance."

Lao Gu continued to beg for recommendation tickets with a sly face! I am ready to add updates desperately, and I beg my brothers to give me a chance.