Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 300

The Elven Aid Mage Group led by Calvino Spiritual Song Master carefully took their seats in the Lord's Hall of the Vincent Palace. A row of elf buttocks only occupied half of the seats:

Even though the young Duke of Frost Maple Ridge was very kind and friendly, he couldn't stop the small eyes of these elf mages from squinting at the Iron Throne at the end of the hall.

In the Vincent Palace filled with classical oil paintings, girl sculptures and tapestry tapestry, such a dark, gloomy, cold, vicious throne with fangs and claws seems to be haunted by countless dead souls. Lian Pian:

The master of spiritual songs has already conceived in his mind how this smiling black-haired young lord would wrap his arms around the backs of the heads of his subordinates and political opponents, press their fragile foreheads to the black iron blade of the Iron Throne, and then take Crazy laughter erupted from his body covered in blood...

The elves who attach great importance to art and culture have always believed that the seat style chosen by a lord will definitely reflect his unknown dark heart;

What's more, the precious and famous painting that I saw along the way just now does not match the barren wasteland of the Land of Broken Soul, which has already made all the elves suspicious:
They have already subconsciously linked the source of Shuangfengling's astonishing wealth to murder, arson, kidnapping, robbery, tomb robbery, cult organization and other horrible crimes;
In a sense, the intuition of the elves is really accurate.

However, the lord, who is busy entertaining distinguished guests, doesn't know his own Westeros aesthetic at this moment, which has caused a huge misunderstanding in the hearts of these alien elves;
He sat down on the Iron Throne, raised his legs, and clapped his hands vigorously.

As a result, a group of maids in low-cut long skirts twisted their waists and filed in, serving tea to the elf guests seated at the long table one by one.

In fact, on weekdays, the Vincent Palace does not have any maids and servants. Even if the higher-ups in the territory have any temporary errands, they will let the clerks of the Ministry of Internal Affairs do it for them;
But these two days coincidentally, Shuangfengling implemented a strategic contraction on the wasteland in order to prepare for the war, and the workers in the rest area of ​​Route 66 also returned to Phoenix Terrace for vacation;
At this moment, these maids are the female workers in the rest area who are usually in charge of fooling customers to apply for cards in the highway rest area, and acting as prostitutes fishing and enforcing the law to collect fines. One by one, they are all young women selected from the towns on the left bank. The figure can't be said to look down on the world, but it is enough to fascinate the businessmen who come and go.

With the idea that some people don't need to be wasted, Xia Houyan simply asked these beautiful girls to act as guest maids for a while, in front of the Elven Mage Aid Group who came to visit, to brush up Shuangfengling's reputation:
After all, according to Xia Houyan's understanding of the elves, the former Zhao family who lived among the people usually valued etiquette and ostentation the most;

Only by getting a bunch of beautiful girls to come over and act as maids to support the scene, can Shuang Fengling look better, right?
It's a pity that the lord didn't notice at all that the eyes of the elf mages looking at the maid of Shuangfengling showed neither the greed of Lie Xinxi nor the pure appreciation of the beauty of the human body, but only infinite sympathy, pity and regret... …

In their imagination, these poor girls must have been forced into prostitution by the evil Duke of Shuangfengling, imprisoned on the Phoenix Terrace as playthings to vent their animal desires...

There's no way, the Iron Throne's fan of swords unfolding behind the lord's lord is really too fucking like a villain's backdrop!

And Villef, who wrote a lot of frivolous articles, showed a terribly vulgar aesthetic tendency when designing the clothes worn by these maids. It's the slit on the skirt, I can't wait to open it to the armpit...

It stands to reason that this suit is the most useful when bewitching businessmen in the wasteland;
But at this nondescript welcome banquet, the final result is that Xiahou, who sits proudly on the Iron Throne, is set off by a group of delicate, beautiful, pitiful, and scantily clad maids. In his eyes, he looked like a thin version of Dong Zhuo who didn't have enough fat to light a lamp!

Even, there are already many angry youths with a strong literary temperament in the elf mage group, and they can't help but want to write a "Sister Tom's Hall" to accuse Shuangfengling of the evil slavery!
Of course, these angry young elves will never remember that during the elves' great empire, their ancestors also regarded other races as slaves. .

——After all, as the old saying goes, the bad things done by my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa have nothing to do with my mother!
As a result, the elf mages who felt that they were thorns on their backs and met people were not good, bowed their heads and counted ants in embarrassment, and no one dared to touch the teacup put in front of the maids of Shuangfengling:
After all, the tea brewed by Ziye Longjiang is so purple that it is too bewitching, and at first glance it seems to be incurable and highly poisonous.

Now, it was the turn of the Xiahou official sitting on the Iron Throne to wonder:

Why are these elf mages watching their eyes, their noses, their noses, their mouths, their mouths, and their hearts all motionless, and no one makes a sound, sitting at the table looking extremely stiff?
Could it be that our reception ceremony in Shuangfengling was not grand enough and that we neglected the distinguished guests?
——With such speculation, the lord raised his hand tentatively, and said to the maids:

"That... all elf masters are tired from a long distance, go and give them a massage on their shoulders and necks..."

"No need! Really no need!" Hearing this, the master of spiritual song quickly raised his head like the most loyal and purest public servant, and categorically rejected the corruption of capitalism in Shuangfengling, "Lord, lord, we... pretty good."

"I'm afraid that you just came to Shuangfengling, and you won't be used to it..." Xia Houyan smiled in relief, and leaned back.

As soon as the lord moved, the dark shadow on the back of the Iron Throne's sword fan chair was cast on his handsome and pale face;
Even Hollywood's top lighting engineers can't play such a standard villain light.

The spiritual master suddenly swallowed nervously.

Xia Houyan looked curiously at the perplexed and bewildered spiritual master, and asked with concern:
"That... master of spiritual songs, why is your face so pale?"

"I just went... to the Demon Realm for a vacation!" The spiritual master was about to cry.

——The Demon Realm is covered with dark clouds all the year round, and it belongs to the whitening resort on the Haiwen Continent.

"Then..." Xia Houyan was stunned, "Why are you blushing again?"

"Excellent, refreshed!" The master of spiritual songs had no other choice, and replied with a stiff neck.

Xia Houyan tilted his head, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this conversation sounded so fucking familiar?

However, the master of spiritual songs is a junior magister after all. After calming down, he quickly mustered up his courage and returned to the serious business:
After all, the group of elf mages led by Master Spirit Song came to assist Shuangfengling in accordance with the will of Her Majesty the Queen of the Stardust Protectorate. Her Majesty's communication between the two countries and even the two races has always been the most important work of Calvino Master of Spiritual Songs.

So, he forced a diplomatic smile, and briefly introduced to the lord the fellow mages who came to Shuangfengling with him.

In fact, Xia Houyan had secretly counted the elf mage group before, but the head count reported by the spiritual master still verified the judgment of the lord, and why the elves can be called the "most favored by elements" race on the mainland :

There are a total of 20 elf mages who came to Shuangfengling this time, including Calvino Spiritual Master:

Among them, there are 16 intermediate mages, three senior mages, and Calvino, the master of spiritual songs, who is a junior magister;
A total of twenty magicians above the intermediate level. If such a team of elemental controllers is really released, they will definitely be robbed by various regimes on the mainland, bloody and bloody!
However, for Her Majesty the Elf Queen of the Stardust Protectorate, she didn't seem to have any hesitation in sending such a priceless elven mage group to the wasteland as a gift of thanks—

——For a while, Xia Houyan didn't know whether to envy the extremely high birth rate of magicians of the elves, or to thank the elf queen for being stupid after reading the cool article.

What makes Xia Houyan a little regretful is that, including Calvino Spiritual Master himself, the members of this aid Igor mage group are basically magicians from the two departments of Feng Shui, and there is only one intermediate mage of the earth system. The fire mage is one of them:
Known as the God of War, the fire mage is certainly highly respected in the human magic world, but this destructive magic faction is destined not to be the first choice for nature-loving elves.

But immediately, the master of spiritual songs pulled out the three senior mages in the team and introduced them to the lord one by one.

Among the three high-level mages, a male elf named "Wendigo Benye" ​​is a wind mage, while the remaining two female elves "Claire Konghen" and "Ada Konghen", They are distant cousins, and all of them are water mages, and they have quite profound attainments in healing spells——

In the medical field of the empire, priests' holy arts have long been dominant, and water mages who still retain the tradition of healing spells are undoubtedly a rare and rare species, that is, the elves will cultivate such traditional talents.

The lord of Frost Maple Ridge, who has always been distrustful of the herbalism of the "Enziai" troll, immediately beamed with joy, and gave a few pieces of aquamarine crystals to the elf mages on the spot as a gift:

After all, the current Frost Maple Ridge is not too lacking in firepower, but there must not be too many medical talents.

But what surprised Xia Houyan was that when the elves looked at him, their expressions were a little stiff, and their eyes were also slightly terrified. When they connected to the sparkling aquamarine crystal, their expressions were full of envy and disgust...

Does Lao Tzu look so disgusting?The lord patted his cheek in a daze: Or is it that the stinky elves are all such idiots who look down on others?
But Master Belgrade and Master Enrique Frostblade are not like that either!
——Thoughts of national character like this did not last long in the minds of Xiahou officials.

Because soon, the master of spiritual songs pushed a huge iron and wood treasure chest in front of the lord.

"Honorable Duke of Shuangfengling." The spiritual master nodded with restraint and courtesy, "This is a gift from Her Majesty the Stardust Protectorate, entrusted to me to deliver to you."

Before the wide-eyed Xia Houyan could speak, Master Laurie whistled from the side:

"Hey! The elf queen is generous enough to give gifts!"

——Master Laurie was specially called by the lord to accompany him. After all, as a senior magician, the presence of Master Laurie should be able to ease the current weird and embarrassing atmosphere;

However, if the elves' fear of the lord is only hidden, their dislike of the chief mage of Frost Maple Ridge is a bit unstoppable and completely palpable:

As soon as Master Laurie appeared, several young elf mages around pinched their noses and moved their seats a little further away.

——This small detail made a certain duke feel deeply hurt, and once again raised the idea of ​​hiring the immortal and respected Master Namisas as the chief.

The master of spiritual songs just glanced at Master Laurie, who is also a magister, in disgust, and opened the gift box bestowed by Her Majesty the Queen in front of the lord.

With the lid of the iron-wooden box lifted, the Cuiyu Mingpan and Yaozan Baoer that the lord had imagined did not appear.

Lying quietly in the box is nothing more than an oak carved badge and a thick stone slab.

Xia Houyan cast doubtful eyes on the master of spiritual songs.

"Your Excellency Duke." The spiritual master carefully picked up the wooden engraved badge, and said, "This is the royal secret treasure handed down from ancient times by our Stardust Protectorate, 'Guardian of the Celtic Oak Tree'—don't think it's just a small It's a small badge, but the wearer can control the magic contained in it through the mind, making it an extremely strong plant armor at any time, and can put the armor back into the badge after leaving the battle, which is extremely convenient!"

Xia Houyan took over the "Guardian of the Celtic Oak Tree" with great interest, but instead of wearing it himself, he stuffed this small wooden engraved badge into the hands of Master Laurie:
"Master, try it!"

Master Laurie accepted the wooden badge with a bitter face, and gently pinched it in the palm of his hand. In an instant, countless vines and soft branches spread out from the badge, along Master Laurie's arm like a dream controlled by a senior tentacle. It spread upwards, causing the maids of Shuangfengling to exclaim.

In less than five seconds, Master Laurie's whole body was tightly entangled by the magical plants that grew out of the badge, leaving only a wretched and abnormal head exposed, just like a paraplegic covered in green bandages.

Xia Houyan laughed dumbfounded: "Damn! One, two, three, wooden people!"

Master Laurie rolled his eyes at the boss, and then moved his body:
Under the shackles of the magic plants, Master Laurie's movements seemed a little stiff, and his every move was accompanied by the friction sound of plant vines, but overall, his flexibility was not affected much.

The master of spiritual songs proudly said:

"Using a small woodcut badge to generate protective armor is the great plant magic of the elves! The reason why the ancient elves were able to unify the continent without a large-scale iron and steel metallurgy industry," Celtic Oak The guardian's contribution is indisputable!"

Xia Houyan and Master Laurie rolled their eyes together:
The old almanac from 1000 years ago is still bragging, but there are really you elves...

But to be honest, this kind of plant armor does have its unique features - if it is replaced by human metal armor, not only the weight is scary, but the real heavy armor needs the help of attendants to put it on and take it off, which is really uncomfortable. convenient.

"So..." Master Laurie blinked his eyes, and the plant armor on his body quickly shrank, and he put it back into the badge, revealing the dirty mage robe, "...the other one in the box, What is that slate for?"

As soon as this was mentioned, the expression of the master of spiritual songs became more serious.

"Honorable Duke of Frost Maple Ridge..." The spiritual master lifted a thick stone slab from the gift box and handed it to the lord with great care. "Her Majesty said, I hope this precious stone slab can be used as a The symbol of friendship between Stardust Protectorate and Frost Maple Ridge—on the slate, the biggest secret of our elves is engraved..."

"What is it?" Hearing that there was a secret, Xia Houyan immediately pricked up his ears.

The spiritual master replied solemnly:

"A magical metal mine that has been passed down from thousands of years ago!"

(End of this chapter)