Chapter 1,209 Testing
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"Hahaha, Guy Blasch, my good friend. Come on, come on, let Fat Daddy take a good look at you." Wild Walker Fu Teng was like a peacock with his tail spread, his hands open and facing someone. The man came, ready to kill with a bear hug.
Of course, someone jumped out of the way before being tackled. With one hand in front of him, he said to Wildwalker, who was about to strike a second time after losing his target: "Oh, restraint. My thin body cannot withstand your enthusiasm. Old friend." As for the other one, The only hand was still inside the splint and triangle towel.
The fat elf's move was actually just to confirm the mind of a certain magician. After all, they had not seen each other for several years, and the subsequent developments at that time were not friendly, but rather coercive to a certain extent. But since the other party is willing to admit that he is a friend, then the goal has been achieved. Wildwalk Fu Teng smiled happily and patted his belly.
For Lin, being with this fat elf was one of the four pillars of life that his hometown said. He had been a prostitute together, so there was no reason for him to look evil at her. However, being an envoy from the Elf Kingdom is very rare in this family. Because the relationship between the Elf Kingdom and World Tree is not harmonious. At best, they are not hostile to each other.
Most of the people who can come to the holy city of Estali through the flash teleportation array of the World Tree are the envoys of the Wood Elf tribe. And it's usually not the elves' idea. It's Her Majesty behind them who has a specific purpose, so she will provide the envoys she sends with the opportunity to use the flash teleportation array.
Envoys from the Elf Kingdom usually travel long distances, so their appearances are infrequent. Over the years, I can count the number of times on one hand.
It doesn't matter that the Kingdom of Armenia has a long way to go to the Holy City. On the way, it will also encounter some natural barriers, which are areas where dangerous monsters are active. To get through those places, a certain amount of force is required. Although Lin was not very clear about Wildwalker Fu Teng's true strength, he didn't look like someone who could cross that kind of dangerous zone with a maid.
The messengers from the elves are usually small in number. Therefore, the family's approach is to welcome everyone into the house and receive them together, instead of letting the entourage stay outside and treat them like servants. So every time the elf envoy comes, how many people come can be seen at a glance. The only person following this fat elf was a female elf, and she looked familiar.
Could it be that this fat man brought a certain female elf that he slept with before? Should this spirit who traveled thousands of miles to deliver food be killed, or should his body be abandoned after death? Someone is thinking seriously.
However, Lin also noticed that in addition to what she was wearing, the female elf attendant also had another one in her hand, which was an elf holy robe. In other words, there is a high possibility that they were transmitted through the World Tree. Then the combination of the kingdom's elf messenger and the World Tree is quite intriguing.
The fat elf with particularly good eyes certainly noticed that the magician in front of him saw his female follower, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. It's the kind of confusion that looks familiar but can't remember who it is. Wildwalk Fu Teng did not sell out, but took the opportunity to introduce: "Your Excellency, do you still remember her?──"
Smoothly pushed the female elf forward,
"─She is the leading singer in the kingdom, Yina. You once praised her singing voice."
When the fat elf said this, Lin remembered who the person in front of him was. That was after a few days of overindulgence and almost breaking his waist, prompting the fat man to change his ways. He changed his entertainment venue from a high-end brothel focusing on nightlife to a high-end salon with more artistic value. In addition to drinks, we mainly watch some performances, which is a rare entertainment for fans.
Although someone once suspected that this was the fat elf's own hobby and interest. That's why I just took myself to that kind of place to eat and drink, and report to the public account at the same time. But it is undeniable that from someone's point of view, the locations Wildwalk Fu Teng brought are still quite high-quality. Maybe it's because the elves themselves have a good foundation. A whole clan of handsome men and beauties, from a human perspective.
The person in front of me is indeed a singer that I really admire. She is different from the dancers who mainly show off their coquettishness. There is something about her singing that makes someone nostalgic. As for why he feels this way, Lin can't say. But then I put these things aside because there are more important things to keep me busy.
At that time, there were hints in the fat elf's words that if he wanted to spend time with this person, he could arrange it. So today is...really delivering food to your door? It seems that not only must this fat man be beaten to death, but he must also be minced into meat fillings and made into dumplings to feed the black dragon.
However, since they are acquaintances, someone's words are inevitably a bit presumptuous and not in line with diplomatic etiquette. Lin joked: "By the way, if you come here so late, you probably want to have a free meal. When you invited me, you used your kingdom's funds to treat me. It's all mine." . If you calculate it this way, I will suffer a loss."
"Is it time for dinner? Oh, this is the jet lag you mentioned on the forum. I just came here after having Chinese food."
"Oh, jet lag. I even forgot about such a thing." Lin remembered the relative positions of the Armenian Elf Kingdom and the Holy City. The corresponding solar times on both sides were indeed different.
Since the topic of dinner could not be continued, Lin Gai asked: "How about a drink? The good wine I have here will not be inferior to that brewed by your elves. By the way, everything about your kingdom is very good. Compared to most human worlds, then It can be said that it is much better. But the wine is a bit unsatisfactory. With the alcohol content, it is called a drink, not wine."
The so-called hospitality is nothing more than eating and drinking. Even if you are declined politely, it will not be considered rude.
Wildwalk Fu Teng welcomed such a proposal and said at the same time: "That's just perfect. And our elf singer has learned a lot of new songs. I specially brought her here to sing." , beauties and good songs go well with fine wine, that’s the best thing. As for your criticism of the fine wine in my kingdom, to be honest, I think so too. After drinking the fire of the dwarves, I have no idea about the kind of wine that is not drunk and is as light as water. There is indeed no preference for gadgets. It’s just that although our kingdom has foreign trade, the trade of alcohol is shady, so the price is also very expensive. Anyway, my meager salary can’t be used to drink a few times. Okay It’s easy to come to your place once, so don’t be too stingy.”
Listening to the fat elf's indifferent self-deprecation, Lin Yu felt that this fat man's city was very deep, unlike ordinary diplomatic envoys who were proud of their loyalty and honor. And because the singer learned a new song, he specially took it to a distant place to offer treasures. What is this operation? It made Lin a little confused. My relationship with this fat elf is definitely not as good as this.
But no matter how much you pretend, the theme has to be revealed in the end, right? I just hope that this time we won’t have to drag it out for ten days before talking about serious matters like last time. However, the subsequent development was almost like a table flip, except that everyone was not killed.
With a wave of his hand, he invited the two elves to a corner of the small banquet hall, where there was a small bar. Fine wines collected and purchased from various places, as long as they do not require low-temperature or constant-temperature storage, are placed here. As for those wines that need to be properly managed, they are stored in wine cellars dug underground. Go down a spiral staircase next to the small bar.
Since the fat elf mentioned the dwarven fire, it was a distilled liquor. It's the kind of wine-making craft that every time I travel through time, everyone in my travels must use it to make money. It is a pity that in Lost Land, there are already time-traveling seniors who have done this...
Back then, in the southwest peninsula of Midi, a place even more remote than the countryside, there was no such distillation process, so someone naively thought that there really wasn't one in Midi. I originally wanted to keep this skill, hoping that one day I could use it to make a lot of money.
When I traveled to areas where Midi culture has been developed and passed down for a long time, I realized that the craftsmanship that I thought did not exist at first was actually spread in a small area, or at least its products were like this.
The reason why it has not spread on a large scale can be roughly divided into two types. One, of course, is the protection of technology by vested interests. The second reason is that the speed of dissemination of knowledge and products in the Lost World is not that fast; or the output of the products is not enough to spread around the world to the point of being respected by the world in the past.
For example, in the case of silk, it falls into the first category. Its manufacturing technology is in the Lost Lands and is still mastered by a small country in the East. This small country is sheltered under the Haider Empire in the east and is protected by it. So no one tried to steal the secrets of silk making; or there were, but no one succeeded.
And my own magic silk production... Just looking at the production volume, I know that it will never become a commodity. It’s not enough for my own use.
As for the second iconic product, it is definitely distilled liquor. To put it simply, the dwarves themselves can no longer drink the high-alcohol alcohol distilled. Where else do they want to sell it on a large scale?
There are many ways for dwarves to make money, and they don't necessarily have to rely on selling wine or the craft of making distilled liquor. In other words, they never thought of it as a commodity and a work that they could be proud of after selling it. Weapons, armor, and shields are OK, but wine is not. Drinking is more about making friends than making money.
In short, the strange persistence of the dwarves, coupled with their methods of protecting technology, resulted in the fact that although distilled alcohol existed in the Lost Lands, it did not spread on a large scale. However, the lack of large-scale spread does not mean that there is no spread. There was still a small amount of distilled liquor that passed through the hands of merchants and found its way into wealthy families. As you can imagine, these wines are expensive.
Duke Kavi once brought the dwarves fire as a gift. The taste, if I use the taste in someone's impression, is that of low-quality vodka, the kind that makes you feel like you are getting alcohol poisoning after drinking a few more glasses. But it happened that such low-quality wine, in the mouth of a transcendent warrior like Duke Kawei, became a good wine for real men to drink!
Sometimes I really don't understand. People who think this kind of low-quality wine tastes good have their brains burned out by alcohol, or are they just trying to show off their manliness, so they grit their teeth and say things that are unconscionable.