In the evening, a light rain began to fall in the sky, but the banquet in the large dining room was lively, bringing a little fresh and bright air in the cold and damp twilight.

Celebrate the Tiger Spirit, Celebrate the Shire Warriors, Celebrate the New Barbarians, Celebrate the Return of the Lord, Celebrate Hurt's Reunion with the Abel Brothers, Celebrate the Sgarr Dragon's Breathing Fire......

There are so many things to celebrate, so the excitement is also very high.

The thick butter candles on the chandelier stand burned brightly, illuminating the dining room with splendor. White silk flowers hang between the domes, reflecting a slight soft light.

Large vats of rum are served on the table like all kinds of delicacies, and after a short stay, the empty barrels and plates are removed one after another. The crisp sounds of the staggered chips were connected, and the various human voices intertwined like boiling water, almost poking holes in the ceiling.

Senid, the Tiger Spirit who had known the Lord first of his lordship, also joined the Alpine Fort as an individual. was taken care of by other veterans, and a large glass of ale mixed with rum was swallowed, and he was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

He had drunk like this before, and soon he was so drunk that he collapsed in his chair and muttered nonsense, "How can there be three Gunther......s?"

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted like a pool of water.

Just as the atmosphere was at its peak, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

"My lord, a foreigner said that he would see you immediately. A rabbit sentry came in with a rain-soaked load, struggling among the strong men who were two or three times as tall as him, panting and running to his lord.

He smelled the sweet smell wafting in the air, and his throat contracted violently, but he hadn't forgotten his duty in the end: "Well, it seems to be someone from the noble garden, called Suo...... Ask ......"

"Why didn't Sauron call the ward in advance? Buckland grumbled indistinctly with half a chicken breast in his mouth.

Before the nobles visit each other, it is the most basic etiquette and respect to send each other door stickers, so that the host has time to prepare in advance and will not be embarrassed.

According to the meaning of the old white tiger, when Gaoshan Fort was in the grass creation stage before, there was no such condition, and if you didn't pay attention to these rules and regulations, you wouldn't pay attention to it. But now that everything is gradually on the right track, the rules that should be in place should be established, otherwise it will be more troublesome in the future.

"Maybe there's something urgent. Anne was not at all impressed. She felt that if she had to set rules, it would be better for Buckland to set an example first, and it would be more reliable not to always talk while eating.

"Sauron, that old ghost is here? I'll take a look. Richard picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth wildly, and accidentally knocked over the chair when he stood up.

The guest room was next door to the large dining room, and as he passed, Sauron was pacing back and forth in the doorway with a cane.

"I'm not the main one today, I'm over there. He tilted his head into the room.

Richard looked over Sauron's shoulder and saw a waiter pushing a wheelchair admiring the walls of books—a collection of tomes, each thicker and more daunting, showing how studious and intelligent his master was.

"Who?" he asked Sauron, lip syncing.

"Your Majesty's staff. Sauron pulled the napkin off his neck for him, "It's time for you to hire a butler." ”

"It seems that Lord Richard has mixed tastes in reading. Hoarse voices coming from behind a wheelchair. Probably too thin, blocked tightly by the backrest, only heard his voice and could not see him.

The lord made a gesture, and the guards behind him immediately closed the door.

"Books are the ladder of human progress, and it is always beneficial to read more. He walked over and pulled out the thickest copy of "A Treatise on War", pretended to open two pages, and was dazzled by the flying dust - these books were all put up for window dressing, and since they were bought, they have been idle for a long time, except for the occasional free time to look at them in Buckland.

"Haha, actually, I don't like to read books because most of them are too stupid and don't have any nutrients. As the waiter slowly turns the wheelchair around, the guests sitting on it reveal their true faces—thin figures, green skin, exaggerated heads, and trademark fat noses.

With such a distinct racial identity, there is no second semicolon to be found on the entire continent.

Richard paused for a moment, never expecting to be a goblin.

And it's a disabled goblin, not to mention missing a leg, and it's so thin that it's almost bone. The contrast between the slender neck and the huge head was so strong that Richard was worried that he would suddenly lose his support and snap off.

"Hello, my name is Zara, and I am a member of His Majesty's staff. The goblin held out his dry palm to Richard, "I hope you don't mind if I didn't send me a post, because I didn't prepare anything like that." ”

If the average Pompeii heard that a goblin claimed to be a member of the King's staff, at least nine out of ten would burst out laughing.

Because humanity's contempt for goblins is so deep-rooted. Not to mention acting as a staff member for the king, even the fact that the goblins can learn the lingua franca is enough to amaze many people.

After all, in the traditional notion that goblins are almost synonymous with uselessness, how can they hold a slightly more complicated job, let alone a staff member.

But Richard just belonged to the very few outliers, and he gently shook the other party's hand: "Hello, I am Baron Pioneer and Lord Richard of Alpine Castle. It's boring, and I don't want to receive it. ”

Arrogance often stems from ignorance, and erudition often leads to humility.

Ever since I learned about the brilliant civilization created by the goblins in the mouth of the Iron Giant, and the glorious history of their rivalry with the Titans, even if it is only the tip of the iceberg. If Richard still regarded them as fools insulated from intelligence, he would be hopeless.

"Your Excellency is a god, and his natural spell is to amplify his mind. Sauron tapped his forehead and explained to Richard.

"You can see that although my intelligence performance is obviously very different from that of ordinary goblins, you don't seem to be very surprised? Have you ever seen a goblin as smart as me?"

"Nope. Richard shook his head decisively and denied it.

Actually, he wasn't lying—the lord was just learning about the goblins' little-known glory and disgrace, where they once lived, and how they got to where they are today. As for the goblins in their right minds, this is the first time I've seen them today.

"I'm disappointed, loneliness is like a poison that eats away at the bones, and it tastes so bad. Zara laughed to herself.