Chapter 419 The so-called man
Davian turned over the plaque and continued to check the information on it, "Kotek's light, Kuiji's obsidian, Taibok's feathers, Huangqi's shadow, Zongqi's flowing water, and Razkoto's mark. , Iqi's scales..."
Davian read the ancient saints he knew over and over again, but unexpectedly found that there was another noun that he didn't know what it meant. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. His research on the lizardmen was already considered Ulthuan. An authoritative scholar, he published relevant papers many times at Saffron College. However, after actually practicing it, he found that he was just a layman who was half-experienced.
"The blood of the servant of the enemy. Generally speaking, this should be a plaque recording the summoning ceremony, but it is a bit unclear who the summoned object is.
You also know the habits of the lizard people. In addition to what Slan said , and other than the survey of the stars, there is no clear explanation. Maybe this thing is just a long-standing legend. It has no meaning other than mentioning the name of the ancient saint." Davian handed the plaque to Masnow,
but Before that, I had to use magic to make a rubbing of it, planning to find someone to analyze the meaning of that vague term.
Masnow handed the plaque to the soldier nearby and ordered him to return the object to the Skink Priest.
Although I don’t know what the use of this thing is, at least I found a piece of research information for Caledo, so my work is not in vain.
"That's it, I'm going to reorganize the troops and prepare to go to Slanwupek."
Before leaving, the champion warrior put his arm around Davian's shoulders and motioned for him to look to the left.
The two of them looked to the left together and saw an extremely tall man holding a disproportionately small wooden board and planning how to play the cards. Opposite the table were a dwarf butcher with an orange crown and a wrathful crown. Blind priest of Vaal.
"Wang Zha, three with one, I won, each of you owes me two bottles of wine, remember, don't find me some wine for sissies to drink." Agrim played out the five remaining cards in his hand at once , emphasizing that this bet must be kept as promised, otherwise it will be recorded in a small notebook.
Damian rummaged through the leather bag at his feet for a moment and found that the wine he had just obtained two days ago was missing. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
There were obviously a few bottles left just now, why are they gone now?
But seeing how irritable Agrim looked, it was hard to take out two empty wine bottles to deal with it, so he had to stand up and run to the supply room.
Coster, on the other hand, did not refuse to pay. He took out two bottles of vodka from his feet, put them on the table and pushed them to Agrim.
After a while, Damian came back. His original idea of just wanting some gambling money changed immediately when he saw the packed warehouse, and he returned to the gambling table with two large boxes of wine on his shoulders.
Pulling open the lid of the wooden box, Damian slammed the two bottles of vodka onto the stone table. He looked at Agrim and emphasized, "
Come on, I don't believe you can win all these two hundred bottles."
Then the two The people blew a bottle first to express their congratulations on their luck. After all, the dwarf won and the barbarian also found the wine. This was really something worth celebrating.
Masno, who was next to Davian, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have nothing to worry about. I have helped them deal with a lot of troubles in the past few years."
Davian frowned unconsciously. Jumping, he dared to run to the material storage room privately, without any registration, carrying two boxes of spirits that could relieve the soldiers' stress at ordinary times and heal their wounds in emergencies.
That is to say, Damian and Iron Wolf can do such a thing, otherwise the non-commissioned officer in charge of logistics will report to the prince, and no one wants to experience the consequences.
"I just hope they two don't beat me up." Davian complained for a moment.
Masnuo let go of his hand and prepared to finish some of the last work. After a short rest, he prepared to go to Slanwupek to join Agthel. But Davian has a headache. After all, Damian and Agrim are the only high-end combat forces familiar with the southern Great Forest Sea. Coster needs to be responsible for the maintenance of the equipment here. It is impossible to leave them behind and lead people to Eta alone. tie.
He could only choose to walk to the stone table where the three of them were and said hello, "What's going on! This is a military center and no gambling is allowed."
Damian burped and saw that the person speaking was David. An couldn't help but exclaimed for a moment, "Isn't this Davian? Why don't you accompany the little girls from Saffrey to come to this place where only mice poop?" I was about to say that
I have an important mission and need you. When the two cooperated, Davian was pinned down on the chair next to him by Damian.
"Come on, let's play one first, don't let Agrim look down on you guys with pointy ears."
This made Agrim immediately respond, "Pointy ears? You can only drink some sissy wine, you guys are riding Horses can drink better than you."
These words did not arouse Coster's excitement, because he had already understood the duet between Damian and Agrim, and had been greatly troubled before.
But Davian couldn't help it. Being looked down upon by the dwarves was something he would never be able to hold his head high for the rest of his life.
"What are you talking about, you short guy? Even all the so-called wine masters combined can't match half of my drinking capacity."
Agrim raised his thick brows, with a half-smile expression on his face, and said, " I can kill you without a brewmaster. None of you with pointed ears are pure men. Unlike the Sons of the Mountains, who drink only spirits in barrels." "Provocation, this is naked provocation
. , Davian, you can't be fooled, you will lead the team to Itaza tomorrow." Seeing the expression on the dwarf's face, Davian knew that he was deliberately provoking, and he was just trying to make some harsh words, saying that he would do it again next time. During the competition.
Agrim continued, "Forget it, you'd better get out of here. I heard that your prince has a pretty good drinking capacity. Let him try it with me. Don't let me look down on Caledor. Is it possible that the Dragon Kingdom can even drink a lot?" No one is there?"
After saying that, the dwarf pulled off the wooden cork of the vodka bottle, drank a sip of wine, and then turned to look at Damian without paying attention to Davian's reaction.
The meaning was obvious, he looked down upon the drinking capacity of the dragon prince in front of him.
Being so insulted, Davian chose the usual method of the Dragon Prince. Since there was no way to attack Agrim, he would defeat the opponent in a way that the opponent was good at.
"Come on, Damian, go get some more wine. If I don't drink you, a short guy, down today, I swear I won't have a dragon partner in this life!"
Damian's eyes lit up after hearing the cruel words. He likes to be angry the most. , Masno was cautious and failed to take the bait many times, but he didn’t expect that Davian would be caught so quickly. He was worthy of being called the Caledo Husky.
The elves, dwarves, and barbarians started fighting, putting vodka into their mouths without even a single peanut.
Coster chose to withdraw. He was not a fool. Instead, he recruited some people to help Davian. Anyway, the prince had already gone to the jungle to hunt rats.
Davian is the senior management of the army, so no one will stop him, so just wait and see the good show.
(End of chapter)