Magic Tower Starry Sky

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"Hahaha, Gabrash, my good friend. Come, come, let Fat Daddy take a good look at you." Wild Walker? The man came, ready to give a bear hug.

Of course, a certain person flashed away before being tackled. Keeping one hand in front of his body, he said to Wild Walker, who was about to hit the second shot after losing the target: "Ugh, restraint. My thin body can't bear your enthusiasm. Old friend." As for the other One hand, still inside the splint and the triangular bandage.

The fat elf's move was actually just to confirm the mind of a certain magician. After all, they hadn't seen each other for several years, and the follow-up development at that time was not friendly, but a certain degree of coercion. But since the other party is willing to admit that he is a friend, then the goal can be regarded as achieved. White Walker Wu Teng smiled happily, and patted his chubby belly.

For Lin, being with this fat elf is one of the four irons in life that his hometown calls. However, being an emissary of the elf kingdom is very rare in this family. Because the relationship between the Elven Kingdom and the World Tree is not harmonious, at best they are not hostile to each other.

Those who can come to the holy city of Estali through the World Tree's flash teleportation array are mostly envoys of the wood elf tribe. And it's usually not the elves' idea. It is the majesty behind them who has a specific purpose, and will provide the envoys she sent with the opportunity to use the flash teleportation array.

The emissaries of the elf kingdom usually travel long distances, so they don't appear frequently. The number of times over the years can be counted on one hand.

It doesn't matter if the kingdom of Amelan is going to come to the holy city, and there will be some natural barriers along the way, which are the active areas of dangerous monsters. To pass through those places requires a certain amount of force. Although Lin didn't know the true strength of Wild Walker Futeng, he didn't look like someone who could cross that dangerous zone with a maid.

Messenger from the elves, the number is usually small. Therefore, the family's method is to welcome everyone into the house and receive them together, instead of letting the followers stay outside and deal with them as servants. So every time how many people came to the elf envoys, they could be seen at a glance. And the person who followed this fat elf was only a female elf, and she looked familiar.

Could it be that the fat man brought some female elf that he slept with back then! Should the spirit of delivering food from thousands of miles be beaten to death, or thrown away? Someone is seriously thinking about it.

However, Lin also noticed that the female elf attendant was also wearing an elf robe in her hand, all of which were elf robes. In other words, there is a high possibility that they were transmitted through the world tree. Then the combination of the elf messenger of the kingdom and the world tree is quite intriguing.

The fat elf with a particularly good look, of course noticed that the magician in front of him saw his female entourage, 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. White Walker Futeng didn't show off, but took the opportunity to introduce: "Your Excellency, do you still remember her?"

Pushing the elf forward with ease,

"──She is the number one singer in the kingdom, Ina. You once praised her singing voice."

When the fat elf said this, Lin remembered who the person in front of him was. It was before the waist was almost broken after a few days of indulgence, to remind the fat man to change his game. He changed his hospitality venue from a nightlife-based high-end brothel to a high-end salon with more artistic value. In addition to drinks, the main thing is to watch some performances, which can be regarded as a rare entertainment.

Although someone suspected it for a while, it was the fat elf's own hobby and interest. That's why I took myself to that kind of place to eat and drink, and reported to the public account by the way. But it is undeniable that from someone's point of view, the places that Wild Walker Wu Teng took are still quite standard. Maybe it's because the elves have a good foundation. The handsome men and beautiful women of the whole family, from the perspective of human beings.

The one in front of him was indeed a singer whom he admired a lot. She is not quite the same as a flirtatious dancer. In terms of singing, she has a taste that makes someone nostalgic. As for why there is such a feeling, Lin is hard to say. But then I put these things aside because I have more important things to keep myself busy.

At that time, the fat elf had hinted inside and out 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 the fat man needs to be killed, but also chopped into meat stuffing and made into dumplings to feed the black dragon.

However, since he is an acquaintance, it is inevitable that someone speaks a little presumptuously, which does not conform to diplomatic etiquette. Lin jokingly said: "Speaking of which, if you come here so fast, you probably want to eat for free. When you invited me back then, it was all from your kingdom's funds. My side is all my own. If so, I will be at a disadvantage."

"Is it time for dinner? Oh, this is the jet lag you mentioned on the forum. I just had Chinese food, so I just came here."

"Oh, jet lag. I forgot about such a thing myself." Lin remembered the relative positions of the Elf Kingdom of Amelan and the Holy City, and the corresponding sun hours on both sides were indeed different.

Since the topic of eating could not be continued, Lin Gai asked: "How about a drink? The good wine here will not lose to that brewed by your elves. Speaking of which, everything in your kingdom is very good. Compared with most human worlds, how about a drink? It can be said that it is much better. But the alcohol is a bit unsatisfactory, with that little alcohol content, it is called a drink, and it is not qualified to be called wine."

The so-called way of hospitality is nothing more than eating and drinking. Even if it is declined, it will not be regarded as a faux pas.

White Walker Wu Teng welcomed such a proposal very much, and said at the same time: "That's really just right. Besides, our elf singer has learned a lot of new songs. I specially brought her here to sing. , beautiful people, good songs and good wine, that's the best. As for your criticism of my kingdom's wine, to be honest, I think so too. After drinking the dwarf's fire, I don't like the kind of wine It’s true that I don’t have any preference. It’s just that although our kingdom has foreign trade, the wine trade is a kind of shady one, so the price is also very expensive. Anyway, I can’t drink it a few times with my meager salary. It's easy to come here once, so don't be too stingy."

Listening to the fat elf slandering himself indifferently, unlike ordinary diplomatic envoys who are proud of their loyalty and honor, Lin Yu felt that this fat man was very deep. And because the singer learned a new song, he specially took it to a distant place to present treasures. What kind of operation is this? It made Lin a little confused. My friendship with this fat elf is definitely not so good.

But no matter how much you pretend, you still have to reveal the theme in the end, right? I just hope this time I don't have to procrastinate for ten days like last time before talking about serious matters. However, the subsequent development was almost the same as turning over the table, but it didn't kill all the people.

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. The fine wines collected and purchased from various places are placed here as long as they do not require low temperature and constant temperature storage. As for those wines that need to be properly managed, they are stored in wine cellars opened underground. Go down a spiral staircase next to the small bar.

Since the fat elf mentioned dwarven fire, it was a distilled spirit. It's the kind of wine-making craft that my big time-traveling people must use to make money every time they travel. It's a pity that in Lost Land, there are already many seniors who have traveled through the land to do this...

Back then, in the southwestern peninsula of Midi, a place that was even more remote than the countryside, there was no such distillation process, so someone naively thought that Midi really did not have it. Originally, I wanted to keep this skill, hoping that one day, I could make a lot of money out of it.

When I traveled to an area where Midi culture has been developed and passed down for a long time, I realized that the craft that I thought did not exist at the beginning had actually been circulated in a small area, or at least its products.

The reason why there is no large-scale spread is roughly divided into two reasons. One of them is, of course, the protection of technology by vested interests. The second reason is that the dissemination speed of lost knowledge and commodities is not so fast; or the output of commodities is not enough to be spread all over the world to the point where the world admires them.

For example, in the case of silk, it belongs to the first category. Its manufacturing technology is still in the hands of a small country in the east. And this small country is sheltered under the Haider Empire in the east and is protected by it. So no one tried to steal the secret of silk making; or there was, but no one succeeded.

And my own magic silk production... Just looking at the output, I know that it will never become a commodity. Not enough for home use.

As for the second iconic commodity ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it is definitely distilled liquor. To put it simply, the distilled high-altitude wine is not enough for the dwarves to drink by themselves, so where do they want to sell it on a large scale?

There are many sources of money for the dwarves, and they don't necessarily have to rely on selling alcohol or the craft of making distilled alcohol to maintain it. In other words, they never thought of treating this as a commodity, and it was a work that they could be proud of after they were sold. Weapons, armor, shields are fine, but not wine. Alcohol is more for making friends than for making money.

In short, the strange persistence of the dwarves, coupled with their means of technological protection, resulted in the fact that although distilled wine exists in the Lost Land, it has not been widely circulated. However, there is no large-scale spread, which does not mean that there is no spread. There is still a small amount of distilled wine, which enters the powerful families through the hands of merchants. It is conceivable that these wines are expensive.

Lord Kavi once brought the dwarves' fire as a gift. The taste, if I use someone's impression of the taste as an explanation, it is a low-quality vodka, the kind that makes me feel like I'm going to get alcohol poisoning after drinking a few more glasses. But such inferior wine, in the mouth of a superhuman warrior like Lord Kawei, has become a good wine that only real men can drink!

Sometimes I really can’t figure it out, and I think that people who drink this kind of inferior wine have their brains burnt out by alcohol, or because they want to show their masculinity, so they grit their teeth and say something that is against their conscience.