It's still Tallinn.

On the Frost Forest Road near the Ring of the Sky, there is a simple two-story western-style building, standing with a single house, with white walls and blue roofs, and a small courtyard, which is the residence and office of the Supreme Speaker Steve.

At this time, in the living room on the second floor of the western-style building, an old man and a young man were sitting facing each other, obviously silent for a while.

Roger quietly observed this luxurious living room, which was different from the rustic exterior of this western-style building, the spacious hall was obviously designed by a master, and the exquisite decoration was integrated with the style of the room, giving people just the right amount of luxury.

"Would you like some tea?"

Steve first broke the silence between them, pushed a hot cup of tea in front of Roger, and asked with a smile.

"Ou, of course, Lord Speaker, it is a rare pleasure to taste the 'green snow' from the Oriental Rest of the Continent. ”

Roger said 'reservedly', but the shiny corners of his mouth made his words unconvincing, apparently someone had just been pulled from the buffet luncheon.

"This is not a good time for maritime sailing, and ordinary merchants can't brave the wind to cross the endless sea to the west of the continent. Roger added as he gestured a crooked course from east to west on the table.

Roger picked up the cup, and the azure tea soup in the white porcelain cup was filled with water vapor, wrapped in the refreshing aroma of tea, which soon filled the entire room.

Smelling the faint fragrance, Roger couldn't help but feel a shock to his spirits, took a sip, and a warm current swam in his limbs, and as the tea was drunk, his body naturally relieved of his tiredness for many days, as if he was as light as nothing.

Roger couldn't help but relax, his body sank into the sofa, he closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the rare lightness, and only after a while did he react, touching his head and saying to Steve embarrassedly: "I'm sorry sir, it's rare to feel the magic element so clearly, it's a gaffe."

The so-called tea here is different from the plant of the same name in Roger's distant hometown, as a plant that mutates under a high concentration of magical elements, it will inevitably be mixed with a little magical element in the growth process.

This insignificant element of magic is nowhere near the amount that an apprentice can accumulate in a moment of meditation, but it has the magical power to calm the mind and revitalize the spirit, especially the "green snow" produced in the Duchy of Rest.

This tea is processed into fine samples through a special process to fully stimulate the aroma and efficacy while ensuring that the magic is not lost, which creates a market that is not affordable and in short supply.

For some apprentices who don't have a lot of money, it is common practice to add a small amount of tea to incense and then meditate in a closed environment.

Although most people will be smoked after meditating, this can already ensure the effectiveness of meditation in the golden hour. As for using it to cleanse the mind by drinking, it is a way of cultivation that only some big people can afford.

In response to Roger's apology, Steve waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care: "Mr. Roger doesn't have to be restrained, just be your own home"

Steve said that he also leaned back on the couch, breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Every meeting is a headache, they never know what silence is." The years are not forgiving, it seems that it is time for me to take off the burden of the Speaker."

You can really act, Roger secretly complained in his heart, with your rank of entering the Holy Realm, you will still live like this for another 200 years, but he said: "Lord Steve should also pay more attention to rest, why bother yourself." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about it. Steve didn't seem to want to waste time on Roger, so he opened his mouth to divert the topic, "Anyway, I would like to thank Mr. Roger for sending this information, so that we can understand their blasphemous purpose and give us the opportunity to reject the bill in advance."

In a few years, when the nobles are well prepared, or continue to bribe our councillors, it may not end well. ”

According to the tradition of the Tallinn Municipal Council, similar bills should not be repeated for five years to avoid wasting administrative resources, and this gap was enough for Stephen and others to purge the council.

"My lord laughed, I just came to deliver the wrong letter, and what was written in the letter has nothing to do with me. ”

Roger snorted, looking down at the teacup in his hand, as if he could see flowers in it.

"Oh, that's a pity, it looks like we're going to have to find someone else to pay for what we've got old. Steve's face was rather helpless, and he took out a Goblin United Bank's magic crystal card and shook it, and quickly put it away again.

"Old fellow. The corners of Roger's mouth twitched, and he still had to keep smiling in his heart, so angry.

"Now that the matter is clear, then I will also take my leave. Roger didn't want to stay for a minute, for fear that he would punch Steve's kind face, and the most important thing was ........ He can't beat it.

"Little friend, don't be in a hurry. Steve took a sip of tea and looked at Roger with a smile, and a gentle force pulled Roger, who was about to get up, back on the couch.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Roger frowned and asked, only then did he look at Steve's big face seriously, like a mercenary on the street more like a politician.

didn't respond to Roger immediately, Steve just got up and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, outside the window, Tallinn had a panoramic view, and only after a long time did he speak: "It's my rudeness, I just want to ask Xiaoyou a question......"

......

Looking out the window at the young man who was drifting away, Steve fell into deep thought, until the silence was broken by an old voice, which was full of strange rhythms, as if countless voices were repeating the same words: "Steve, do you think he is credible?"

"Bennis, seriously, I don't know," Steve said with a laugh and a laugh, "I asked him what you thought the messenger would tell us about this, and he said, ......"

"Maybe the empty tower of the expansion is blocking the light of his house. Bennis's voice continued, his tone full of helplessness, "It's hard to believe, but my feelings tell me that what he said is true..... Could he be someone over there?"

"Let's wait and see, after all, the timing of his delivery was too coincidental, just when we began to suspect Wilson. Steve's eyes fell on the spread out book on the tea table, a novel called "Our Journey is the Sea of Stars", written by Roger Alfred.

"Scientific civilization, breaking free from the shackles of the earth, wandering among the stars, what magnificent fantasies, what reasonable speculations, unbelievable and logical, but the people who conceived the huge system of science and technology are like born out of thin air, there is no past, there is no past, just like ....... The gods have shown us another possibility. ”

Steve stroked the rough cover of the novel and said in a low voice, seeing that Bennis was unresponsive, knowing that his old friend was not interested in this, Steve shook his head with a smile, and then said, "But the immediate question is, what is that lord doing in Tallinn? Is it the lobbyist that the Protestant rebels have brought in?"

"I've got a little different news about this," said Bennis in a strange tone, "but even if I don't tell you, you'll know by tomorrow morning at the latest."

.....

The words were divided into two ends, while Steve and Bennis were whispering, Roger on this side slipped all the way to Maple Leaf Road, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and cursed a few birds before entering this street known as the most prosperous street in Tallinn.

The entire road is paved with blue-gray marble and repaired by the town hall, which contrasts sharply with the dirt roads of the rest of Tallinn, and the modest streets are lined with shops, taverns, and inns, and merchants from all over the world bring in a lot of strange goods to supply the people of all nationalities who have settled here.

Roger deftly shuttled from pedestrian to pedestrian shop, and soon arrived at the shop called Gough's Tavern at 58 Maple Leaf Road, where it was the middle of the lunch rush, and the dirty table was full of mercenaries, merchants, and gangsters, who were blowing each other while they were drinking.

No less than four dragons had been slaughtered by Roger's work, scantily clad waitresses were weaving through the crowd, and wolf howls were heard, and the crowd resounded with the bard's aria-chanted "Epic of Holu," a heroic hymn sung among the elves.

“.... So the light converges in this moment of eternity,

The sky is full of heroic spirits, and it is glorious!

Sing the wind, cheer, the waves!

The heroic Derian will sleep forever here,

His flesh will be turned into a delicacy for wild dogs and vultures,

The soul sinks into the earth and never rests,

At this time, Artemis's wish was finally realized. ”

The mournful epic did not resonate with the mercenaries, who laughed and teased the waitress, who would also be playfully embraced in their arms and let the mercenaries rub oil up and down, which could give them a lot of extra copper, and so on completely turned the chant into a loud background music.

Strange as Roger walked through the crowd to the bar, where there was no boss behind the bar, only a large flaming red bird combing its feathers with its beak.

Seeing Roger sitting down familiarly, the big bird looked at Roger humanely with big eyes. Roger was not surprised at all, but shook out two silver shields and pressed them on the bar, and said with a smile: "Sister Anna, the old rules, a piece of ale, a barbecue, and today's newspaper." By the way......"

Roger added with a sly smile on his face: "I passed by the grocery store next door just now, and I happened to see Brother Gough again, and he had a very happy chat with the boss over there." ”

The big red bird sounded a crisp voice like a spring in its mouth, but the tone was quite strong: "This bastard, he won't change his life, and he went behind my back to find Jenny's little slut, little Roger, you sit here for a while, I'll clean up that bastard and come back." ”

As he spoke, the big bird spread its wings and flew over Roger's head, and he didn't forget to leave a copy of today's goblin newspaper, and then his wings slipped and flew out of the store, and soon the voice of "wife, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't peck it" came from next door, and the people present immediately laughed.

Roger took a bottle of wine from behind the counter and drank it from the newspaper.

Before the wine was finished, a tall red-haired woman grabbed Gough's ears and came back amid the coaxing of everyone, "Ha, Sister Anna, this time so fast."

Looking at the guff with a blue nose and swollen face, Roger said happily.

Obviously, this red-haired woman is the big red bird in Fangcai, Sister Anna in Roger's mouth. The previous form was the original form of their Feather Clan, and although most of the time the Feather Clan would remain human, there would also be people like Anna who usually loved the original form.

"Count this dead ghost acquaintance, hey, go and prepare a barbecue for little Roger, don't tell the people below, you, yourself, yourself, go!"

Gough smiled and watched his wife turn into a red bird again in a burst of light, continued to comb the messy feathers, turned his head and pulled Roger to the table next to him, and said viciously, "Good boy, I said that every time I chat with little Jenny, I will be caught, it turned out that you kid did it, brother, I treat you well on weekdays, and besides, we are just exchanging life experience....."

Roger shrugged, interrupted Goff's unreliable explanation, pouted and said, "Come on, brother, my eyes are about to fall into the ditch, let's keep this set of words to fool Sister Anna."

was pointed out by Roger's embarrassment just now, Gov didn't blush, scolded and walked into the back kitchen, and after a while, he came out and threw Roger an oiled paper bag, "Your takeaway, take it and get out of here," said and was about to start driving people.

"Cut. Roger muttered, carrying a paper bag through the crowd and heading out of the tavern, as the reverberating chant melody came to the final chapter of the fourth act of the Horus epic, the part called the funeral song.

"Praise be to you, O empty-eyed king,

Drinking the wine of blood,

Have you seen all things wither,

The stars and the moon are silent, and the scorching sun is shining,

The sages fell on the heroic Derian and cried,

Tears turned into the long river of Aragon,

Their voices resounded across the globe

Ah, this is the end times. ”

The voice behind him faded away, Roger carried food, strolled home along the maple leaf road, and at the end of the road was the Tallinn Military Academy, separated by an iron gate, dividing this historic academy from the outside of the door into two worlds.

Generations of Tallinn people have been cultivated here, and the students involved in the military and political circles have been involved in the three sacred areas, and the education concept of teaching has attracted young people of all ethnic groups to study here.

Roger has seen a bespectacled Beamon haggling with vendors on the street for magic potions, and he has seen elves drinking fruit wine from the Twilight Groves in the Tavern, an all-encompassing ancient academy on which Maple Road thrives.

Roger passed by the entrance of the academy as usual, but several young men in gray robes on the side of the road quickly attracted his attention, and from time to time they walked past the pedestrians, and stuffed the colorful papers in their hands into the hands of the passers-by.

"These days, magicians need to work on the streets, too?" Roger muttered to himself, puzzled, and got a copy of it, which was a promotional poster for the academy.

"The Academy's Open Day?Lecture on Law Popularization?Introduce you to real magic?Which genius came up with this idea, and why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu?"

"But it's just idle and boring, it's not bad to listen to it in the past, it just so happens that the 'eyes' are also there, and I don't usually have a chance, maybe I can find it this time?"