pw:228h:218:u:http:fle1hpters2013122563969634927068660176818129294jpg The black tea is not a top-grade one. It fills the room with just the right fragrance, and paired with a pot of narcissus that is obviously newly placed in the middle of the wooden table, it successfully creates a unique and warm feeling.
Being immersed in the atmosphere, Andre Geran swallowed a sip of black tea, opened his eyes again after closing them in a pretentious manner, walked in and shook his head for the second time, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
As the servant responsible for purchasing for the leader of the Knights of Resavey estate, Andre could not go to any high-end places. He had gone to Alberich's workshop to discuss business relatively often, and he was relatively familiar with the environment here.
It is really difficult to equate the neat, refreshing, spacious, bright and tasteful living room in front of you with the dirty, small, dark, damp... "nest" before. There is a gap between the reality in front of you and the inherent understanding.
The strong differences brought about a sense of dissonance, which made him doubt whether the work could be completed successfully.
Could it be that the Mother Goddess woke up from her slumber and used her powerful power to change the dirty dwarves who were greedy for money and lazy? This would be too miraculous and as lame and cold as a joke.
"Mr. Relan, does the black tea still taste good to you? You might as well try the snacks."
The sweet cookies and cakes are arranged in an appetizing shape. Both the wooden plates and the contents are the luxury of ordinary farmers, but garbage in the eyes of aristocrats. But when combined with the friendly smile in front of you, it really has a relaxing effect.
Andre once again looked at the extra scenery in this workshop.[
A short jacket made of coarse linen, with many holes and dazzling patches that exposed the boy's skin, dirty hands and face, messy hair buttoned up like a bird's nest, and shining amber eyes.
Inlaid on such an unmatched face.
He was a country boy who could be seen everywhere, with nothing special about him. Andre confirmed this intuitive image and began to ask questions in a nonchalant manner.
"Are you a hired servant of Alberich?"
"To answer your question, I am Master Alberich's recent apprentice."
The young man who lowered his head to reply put on a submissive smile. He was satisfied with the familiar smile and leaned back comfortably on the chair. The middle-aged man's face showed a seemingly friendly smile.
"What's wrong with you? How did you come up with the idea of working under Alberich?"
"I am a resident of the Black Forest outside the Ratatosk Valley. Last month there was drought and forest fires. It was impossible to survive, so I had to take my brother to escape. When we arrived in this swamp, the kind-hearted Alberi
Master Xi took us in, not only gave us a bite to eat, but also took me as an apprentice with room and board...Thanks to the gospel of Mother Goddess Marfa, there are good people wherever we go."
【Turns out he is a silly boy running away from famine. 】
Andre suddenly realized that in addition to being funny, he also felt a little bit more contemptuous. The kind-hearted master Alberich? The apprentice with room and board? This is really the best joke this year. He has had the experience of dealing with Alberich more than once.
, Andre has a deep understanding of the stingy character of that dwarf. Unless he is insane, that bastard will never have any kind intentions. To believe this nonsense, it is better to try to believe that the evil orcs in the east are very peace-loving.
Crazy talk. Of course, neither of these two things is possible.
The miser just wanted a servant who did not need to pay a salary, so he sent this stupid boy out to entertain guests, while he hid in the studio and tinkered with some techniques that were not accessible to the [apprentice] - this behavior is suspicious evidence
Andre's conclusion.
Seeing through Alberich's little calculation, Andre smiled slightly and imitated the Viscount's tea-drinking posture that he had secretly seen. He raised the teacup lamely, and the scarlet liquid soaked into his chapped lips and flowed over his whitened lips.
tongue coating, and finally poured into a stomach bag full of oats.
"Your Excellency, Knight Salvi, needs a pair of rings that can fully reflect his identity... To be honest, it is hard to imagine that such a rural workshop can make something that meets our requirements. In terms of experience and qualifications, there are many shops that are better than yours.
However, considering the long-term business dealings, the Lord Knight finally decided to hand over this business to you. In return for this gift, you must do your best to complete the pair of rings. You must know that it is of great significance to the Lord Knight.
, absolutely nothing can go wrong.”
The artificial expressions add authenticity to the condescending lies in the words, and there are also some not-so-veiled threats. The truth behind these combinations is nothing more than a cheap joke.
He still wore a pure and friendly smile that had not changed at all, and the philistine haze seemed to be untouched by this young man. Under that expression that could be used as the "standard of friendly smile", Andre's mind was inexplicably confused.
"It is already an honor for us to be favored by the Lord Knight, and it is an even greater honor to entrust us with the task of making a ring of great significance. The shop will definitely invest in the best technology and materials to repay this favor. However,
What we want to know is, what kind of ring does Knight Salvi need?"
The realistic problem in the humble tone suddenly brought Andre back from his complacent and extraordinary performance.
Style? This word immediately hit Andre's weakness. Is it really necessary to repeat the original words of his master?
[An engagement ring full of aristocratic style and elegant taste, and the price is as cheap as possible.]
Obviously, no matter what kind of simple and foolish boy he is, after hearing these words, he will realize that as a Pistol who can only receive some grain and meat takeaways from his own 6-kilometer-wide fief manor every year.
(pstole note 1), Rial (lr)’s [Lord Knight], there is obviously a gap between your desire and ability to pay.[
"Speaking of which, the store is running a promotion. Rings are also included. Mr. Andre, are you interested in taking a look first?"
The boy took out a thin wooden board similar to a menu from the back of the tray and handed it over. The yellowed parchment bound on it was flipped in front of Andre's eyes. Andre, who had no education, could only understand the graphics of various jewelry. Below
The words and numbers were too difficult and he gave up directly. His confusion was written directly on his face.
"Let me introduce the latest package service in our store."
The friendly, sunny smile overwhelmed the visual senses, and Andre began to listen to every word that came out of the boy's mouth.
Half an hour later, Andre, carrying the "Package Service Order", walked out of the small workshop on the edge of the swamp with great satisfaction. He was not able to make a direct deal, but he had more valuable information to explain to his master.
This is more important than anything else.
Discounts on package packages, installment payments, long-term customer discounts... These new terms are tangible benefits to the Salvi Knight who is a little tight on cash, and the preferential conditions are extremely favorable. He must get there before the miser Alberich knows that his apprentice
It's as simple as reporting the stupid thing to the Lord Knight before signing the contract and paying the deposit.
He will definitely be able to gain praise from the Lord Knight through this incident, and may even get a salary increase. And this is all thanks to Alberich's young apprentice who is so innocent that he is almost stupid.
Andre almost praised the country boy with navy blue hair - Siegfried Otto Lilin.
"A good customer and a good person. It wouldn't be a bad idea to send a card to Mr. Andre the next time we meet."
Remove the business etiquette smile template, and go up to the recently repaired iron hoop wooden door. The cold voice of ridicule is synchronized with the boy's turning movements, and the two creatures drooling around cookies, cakes and black tea are like lightning.
He retracted his seat and straightened his back.
Bypassing the two upright sitting statues, the weight of the body returned to his seat. With his right hand tapping on the small table, the silent boy let the death-like silence blow away the warm air in the room.
, the solemn killing near the dragon's lair quietly filled in.
The weird atmosphere that even froze the heartbeat disappeared after the smooth churning sound of black tea being poured into the cup. Alberich quickly inhaled a large amount of air, and then gradually adjusted and slowed down his breathing rhythm. No matter how many times he had felt it, the heavy pressure felt.
He couldn't adapt to the sensations acting on his body. The cold, heavy lead water poured over his body, and the pressure and suffocation ebbed from his body. The dwarf, whose breathing became steady, leaned forward and inquired in a low voice:
"Do you really want to take this business, Your Excellency?"
"Do you have any advice? [Master Alberich]?"
With a retort that sounded like teeth grinding and a rough insertion from the side, Alberich shrank his neck in fright at the obviously unkind tone next to him. The boy with navy blue hair and a cute face sitting on his right side was staring at him.
Looking at him, the amber pupils were filled with undisguised threats and warnings.
Even if he transformed into a human form and started living in this small workshop with the appearance of a 6 or 7-year-old human boy, Nidhogg still had plenty of physical strength and mana. A slap with a little strength would be too much for a dwarf.
It is a one-way ticket back to the Mother Goddess. The intermittent friction of the sharp teeth that can easily bite the iron plate is always reminding Alberich who had the idea of [Dragon Treasure] - he was once the head of the family.
His level in this family has been reduced to even lower than that of cockroaches and rats, and his life is always in a high-risk state. In order to maintain his precious life, he has no better option and can only obey the two intruders conditionally.
Say goodbye to the rum and women in the tavern, sort out the garbage, clean up, repair the workshop, cook for yourself... The erosion of living habits belonging to an unknown realm has replaced the rhythm of life that Alberich is familiar with, overriding physical fatigue.
The above mental trauma always aroused his regret for the foolish act of "stealing the dragon's treasure", and it continued to amplify.
"Of course I won't do stupid things like giving away money, but just focusing on a few small coins at the moment is undoubtedly putting the cart before the horse as far as business behavior is concerned. Pay more attention to the intelligence around you and make long-term decisions.
Planning and a little profit sharing can sometimes bring you unexpected returns."
Giving objective comments as cold as an audience, Li Lin took the tea cup handed by Nidhogg, gently blew away the dense foam, and continued in a light tone.
"Now let's put aside the business matters and return to the previous topics. Due to customer demand, those things will be completed one day earlier than before. Please hurry up, otherwise it will be difficult to guarantee your dinner.
Oh, Master Alberich."
Mistaking it for a woman's cry, the wind blew through the corner of the room. Alberich was already moving when the last note appeared. The dwarf was no longer visible in the room, and the intensive noise of tapping metal continued to come from the door of the workroom.
.
"If the performance is satisfactory, I wouldn't mind raising the level of food or even the proportion of dividends."[
The cry of the hammer and the sigh of the bellows suddenly became louder, and the rhythm became more rapid.
"Do you need my work? Your Excellency."
The work that required assisting Alberich had been completed in the morning, but Nidhogg, who had a preliminary understanding of his master, did not think that he would have a chance to be idle.
Li Lin did have corresponding arrangements, but the content was not within the scope of Nidhogg's imagination.
"Go hang out and be back before dinner."
"Yes...is this okay?"
"Don't expose yourself in front of others and secretly observe the way of life and conversation of human children. I hope that [my younger brother] who will recover from the illness in two weeks will not foolishly use an old man's tone to communicate with others. In that case, it would be better to give him a message directly."
You hang around with the [Black Dragon] sign everywhere."
The cocooning characteristics of the dragon family have greatly reduced the actual effect of [Transformation], which can almost be said to be a failure. No matter how similar the appearance is to a human child, survival will always be revealed when expressing and communicating.
The generation gap problem caused by the excessive cycle gap. It is obviously not feasible to let such a guy run around and attract strange eyes. Simply use the reason of "not acclimatized to the climate and being recuperated" to perform disinfection while also freeing up the time needed for transformation.
.
Two weeks.
This is the upper limit of the time required for transformation set by Li Lin. If Nidhogg delays longer, it may lead to unnecessary dangerous suspicions. In this land, plague is a killer with far more lethality than war. Worry
People who are in danger of their own safety will not show sympathy to sick strangers, and it is not a new rumor to drive away or even burn the sick people to death.
Nidhogg must learn the survival model of human society before that dangerous ideological trend emerges. It must do this.
The door was gently closed, leaving only the noise leaking from the workroom in the living room, with the rhythm occasionally changing, lifting up the camouflaged navy blue hair, and the careless spring sunshine passing through the door and falling through the fingers.
Entering the same camouflaged amber pupils, a shadow swept across the slightly narrowed pupils like a gust of wind.
A whole team of griffins and knights in bright armor were breaking through the edge of the clouds and galloping towards the northeastern sky. The sharp cries were still clear and loud from above to the ground.
The wind rushing into the nose carries smells, such as the smell of rusty water in the sewers, the smell of rotting meat, and the smell of burnt bodies.
Different from the smell of cruel and wild competition for survival in the Ratatosk Valley, the artificial smell of the group actions of intelligent races overflows in the wind, awakening some parts of the memory.
The familiar unfriendly smell and the sneer-like face moved away, and the unpleasant wind also dissipated.
Even if it dissipates for a moment and is replaced by the scene of peace, this Wilt is still a fertile soil soaked in blood and fire, advancing coldly, cruelly and without mercy——
Just like the earth.
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Note·Pistol: It was an ancient gold coin originally from Spain in the 17th century. It was often mentioned in medieval novels. Pistol pstol, 1 pistol 2 escudo, was used in medieval France.
Minted gold pistol coins, 1 pistole 16 sous (the largest denomination unit of copper coins), 1 sou 4 reales 12 deniers (ener)
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