A strange world

Chapter 1126 Section 48. Communication

"What are you looking at?"

Prince Aidan walked to Annan's side.

"I'm looking for Irelanze... Have you seen her?"

"The elves are all around the celebration. Maybe you'll see her after she's done with her work in a few days." He smiled.

"That's true."

Annan retracted his gaze and returned to the long line.

He saw the short and sturdy dwarves like wine barrels, orcs wearing animal skins, beautiful and majestic metal dragons, sea people with long stains, ratmen shouting sharply, blood people and undead people wearing light-proof cloaks, and those rare races that are usually hard to see.

Looking at them, Annan was already planning how to stuff the goods into their arms and empty their pockets.

...

Everyone was enjoying the celebration, and Annan was brewing an evil plan in his heart. The forest turned into the eyes of the dark night, silently watching the green city.

Most of the guests and the elven residents gathered together, and this was the best time to cause damage...

The elves blended into the parade and stared at every suspicious elven resident.

But nothing happened.

"They didn't take action?" asked the high elf elder sent by the Council of Elders.

"The enemy is waiting for us to relax." Samael Night Song guessed their style.

"Can we just wait for them to cause damage in Evanas?" said the high elf elder with a gloomy face.

"We can easily find outsiders on weekdays, but during the celebration period, the royal court is full of humans."

"We should arrest all humans for interrogation!" said the high elf elder radically.

Faced with such outrageous remarks, Samael Night Song had to remind: "Not only the kings and lords came, but also the messengers of the Supreme King."

"If it were a thousand years ago, no one could be presumptuous in Evanas." The high elf elder said angrily.

Samael Night Song also remained silent.

The era of the elves has passed, and humans are the protagonists of the new era...

After the parade, there was a grand banquet. The vast flower garden was filled with long tables, on which were placed sweet fruits... fruits... and fruits.

There were only fruits and juice, nothing else, revealing the arrogance of the Lord of the Old Times.

But it was normal. After all, when Annan invited the vampires, he would not prepare blood food at the banquet.

Annan held a glass of juice and went to visit the first "acquaintance", the vampire messenger.

The pale-faced and red-lipped vampire messenger stood alone in the corner, ignored.

"Long time no see."

Annan came over with a greeting.

Faced with Annan's familiarity, the vampire messenger did not resist. He had also heard of Annan... but had they met...?

"Which family are you from?" Annan asked.

"I'm from the Nosterman family." The vampire messenger said, seeming to see Annan's unfamiliarity, and added: "I am a brother family of the Morrell family."

Annan's eyes lit up: "Williams is my nephew, who are you to him?"

"Uh..." The vampire messenger, who was more than 900 years old, opened his mouth.

How come there is suddenly an uncle...

Forget it, the Scarlet Queen has such a good relationship with him, and even plays lover with him, so uncle is uncle...

"Williams and I were playmates when we were young." The blood clan envoy said humbly.

"Then you have known each other for a long time?"

"Almost nine hundred years..."

Annan was silent for a while. Nine hundred years ago...there was no Middle-earth at that time.

He changed the subject: "How is the war in the Serens Mountains?"

"It's still going on."

The Nosterman family is also one of the exhibitors. It is normal for alien wars to last for several years or decades. Humans are considered slow to end in a few years and are aliens.

"Tell me if you encounter trouble. Whether it is war or in the Elf King's Court, I can help."

Annan said without any modesty, but it was the truth-although they have not yet formed an alliance, the Elf King's Court's attitude towards him has become ambiguous...

Annan walked away in the admiration of the blood clan envoy.

Looking around, Annan chose the second envoy to be dismissed, a bearded dwarf.

Annan likes dwarves, not only because they are hardworking, like to forge iron, drink wine, and produce steel, but also because... they are short.

Every time he stands in front of Bronzebeard, Annan can feel how others look at him. However, Bronzebeard is sensitive and always drives him away when he stands too long.

As soon as he walked to the dwarf, he found Annan.

"I know you, you are too thin."

The dwarf raised his arm, and his clenched fist and arm guard were almost thicker than Annan's waist.

Annan took out his usual way of getting close: "Do you know Soruman Bronzebeard?"

"Bronzebeard clan? There are too many, I don't know." The dwarf shook his head and impatiently told Annan to go away.

Bronzebeard, Warhammer, Barrel... These are the basic surnames of dwarves, just like humans named Jack and Jimmy.

The attempt to get close failed. Looking at the bearded dwarf scratching his head and looking restless, Annan suddenly had some guesses and took out a bottle of fruit wine that Irilanze brought a few days ago from the magic ring.

The dwarf's eyes lit up when he smelled the wine. He took the wine glass, which was not even as big as his fist, and poured it into his mouth between his thick beard.

"It's so unpalatable! If I hadn't been unable to use the magic ring and had finished all the wine I brought, I wouldn't have drunk this rubbish!" The dwarf handed back the empty glass and complained.

Annan thought about it and took a glass of maple wine.

Gulp gulp gulp——

"It's boring!"

Annan changed into the free city specialty sparkling wine.

"It's almost fun!"

What a picky dwarf...

Annan's magic ring is not a treasure chest. Apart from the alcohol distilled by Michael a few days ago, there is no other alcohol...

As soon as he tentatively took out the alcohol, the dwarf who smelled the strong aroma of wine snatched it away, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

When Annan reacted, the bottle of alcohol was gone.

Dwarves are all extraordinary, so they shouldn’t suffer from alcohol poisoning...

Fortunately, the distillation skills are still very crude and the alcohol content is not high. The bearded dwarf just turned his brown face into brownish red and staggered.

"You're fine human boy."

The dwarf drunkenly raised his hand and slapped Annan on the shoulder, burping from the wine: "Hey...you want our help, right? Give me another barrel of this wine, and I'll help you put in a good word with the dwarf king!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked away like a barrel rolling around, blocking out a lot of what Annan wanted to say.

Forget it, you can contact the Dwarf King with a barrel of alcohol, how can you find such a good thing.

And it seems that distilled liquor will soon become a popular specialty.

Annan continued to search for a third target - he targeted the orcs.

But he had no good reason for contact. The Howler probably doesn't have much status in the orc tribe, and he has nothing to attract the orcs.

But he was unwilling to ignore the orc Annan. He had been lusting after the orc's body for a long time——