Infinite Movie World

Chapter 1550 Time is limited
Greema frowned when he saw the formation of guards welcoming them.

He hurried to arrive at night on purpose, just to avoid disturbing more people.

It's not that he is low-key, he himself is not a person who likes to be low-key, the reason is actually very simple, that is the 12 magic envoys behind him.

These 12 magic envoys who were so tightly wrapped that they didn't reveal a trace were actually half-orc berserkers.

Before coming, Saruman applied magic to them, giving them a human-like skin, and wrapped them completely in white magic robes.

In this way, almost no one can tell that they are half-orcs from their appearance.

Of course, to be on the safe side, they must not be exposed in full view, lest they inadvertently show their feet.

If anyone knew that Saruman's magic messenger turned out to be a half-orc berserker, it would be completely over.

Saruman also knew that doing this was a very risky behavior, but he was eager to kill the dragon slayer, and his desire to snatch the gear of the new waterwheel was even more urgent.

Only by getting new waterwheel gears can his plan be restarted.

So, risky as it was, Saruman decided to gamble.

Before leaving, Salman specifically told Greema to avoid traveling during the day and try to arrive at Fort Watch at night to avoid crowds.

Greema did follow this request, but who would have imagined that the commander of Fort Watch, Phoenix, would urgently summon almost all the guards in order to please him.

Commander Phoenix greeted him with a flattering smile on his face, "You must be the special envoy of the Holy White Council! Greetings, my lord envoy!"

Greema said coldly: "Remove everyone here, I can't try not to like a crowded scene."

Commander Phoenix was taken aback, and couldn't help crying secretly.

Why is he so miserable!
First, I met a completely ungrateful Lord Faramir, and then I met an even more ungrateful Lord Greemah!
This Lord Greema doesn't even want a welcome ceremony!

And the tone is very cold and firm!

Commander Phoenix waved his hand helplessly, and said to the guards under him: "What are you still doing, back away quickly, get out!"

The guards walked away dejectedly. They didn't want to get up from the bed at such a late hour to hold a welcome ceremony, but they managed to gather together, and now they are going to leave again.

Everyone was very upset, but no one dared to say anything.

After all the guards were gone, Greema said in a deep voice: "Master Commander, I wrote to you earlier to prepare 12 separate rooms for me, and no one is allowed to come near them. I wonder if you have prepared them?" ?”

Commander Phoenix quickly said: "Of course! I have been prepared for a long time, and I am waiting for the arrival of the master magic messengers. Oh, by the way, what are these adults called? I have special admiration for magic messengers. It would be the honor of my life to speak a few words with the magician!"

Greema said coldly: "You are already talking to the magician, I am the senior magician of the Holy White Council. As for them, they are in the process of cultivation, they can't talk to anyone who has nothing to do with it, and I will do everything Come and do it for me."

"Oh, so that's the case." Although Finick didn't understand how a magician cultivated, he believed what Greema said.

Greema said coldly: "Take us to the independent residence first."

"Yes." Phoenix didn't dare to neglect, and personally led Greema and the 12 magic envoys towards the independent residence.

Gree horse and the 12 magic envoys never got off their horses, their demeanor and attitude were extremely cold and arrogant.

Phoenix, who was leading the way, could be regarded as the commander here, but he could only walk, which made him feel a little dissatisfied.

Of course, he didn't dare to show it at all. He had already offended one leader, and he couldn't offend another leader. Otherwise, he really would have no way out here.

With such worries, Finick carefully brought Greema and the 12 magic envoys to an independent residence.

"I wonder if the master magic messengers are satisfied with this place? Time is limited and conditions are limited, and we can only do this." Phoenix said with a sneer.

Greema didn't care too much, he turned his head and waved to the 12 magic envoys, signaling them to enter the independent residence.

The 12 magic envoys then walked past Phoenix with heavy steps.

Phoenix immediately had a creepy feeling, but he thought it might be the magical power of the magician himself, so he didn't think about it further.

After the 12 magic envoys entered, Greema closed the door, and then said coldly to Finick: "Three meals a day, you must use the best, and meat is not essential! After cooking, let Your guy just puts it at the door, knocks, and turns away."

"Yes!" Finick said, nodding and bowing.

Greema looked at Finick coldly, and then did not speak.

Phoenix felt uneasy, he didn't understand what Greema meant.

Greema cleared his throat: "I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh!" Phoenix said hastily: "The banquet for the celebration is ready! Lord Grima, please come with me! Oh, by the way, those 12 Lord Magic Envoys, do you want to come too?"

"They don't need it." Greema said, "They are cultivating, so they don't want anyone to approach them. Just the two of us go eat. Oh, by the way, has Lord Faramir arrived yet? Has he eaten yet? ?”

"He...not." Finick said with a wry smile, "But I invited him, and he said that he had already eaten dry food."

"Dry food?" Greema smiled coldly: "That stuff is for horses, how can nobles eat that?"

Finick nodded emphatically: "Yes, Lord Grima, I think so too! Maybe it's because I have low face, or else, why don't you go out and invite that Lord Faramir yourself?"

Greema said coldly: "I'm not going to play that bad luck! If he doesn't come, don't come, let's eat!"

"Okay!" Finick nodded excitedly.

Although Greema gave him a feeling that he couldn't get close at first, but now, he felt that he could still get closer to Greema.

The two came to the banquet hall, seeing all kinds of delicacies, Gree Ma's expression suddenly became happy.

After being seated, St. Nix sent someone to call the four gorgeous bar girls to wait on Greema.

Greema laughed without even closing his back molars. He hugged this one and hugged that one at a time. He didn't look like a magician of the Holy White Council at all.

(End of this chapter)