Squeak squeak......

The wooden carriage swayed along the mountain road, and the old horse pulling the carriage snorted from time to time, obviously, at its age, it was no longer suitable for this kind of work. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Similarly, the coachman driving the carriage was also an old man with gray sideburns, his thin body swaying slightly in the cold wind, as if he could not hold down his own weight.

Stabilizing himself, the old coachman looked back at the guests in the carriage, sitting in the carriage was a middle-aged elf, who was holding a copy of "Basic Spell Structure" and reading it slowly.

"What people! Stop checking! ”

Just as the old coachman sighed silently, a scolding suddenly pierced the tranquility, and the old coachman frowned, and then changed to a flattering smile.

"Two military masters, this is a guest invited by your master, and the little old man will help you get the invitation."

"Hmph, Horuff, you old man who is a powerful old fellow dares to teach me a lesson?"

One of the guards snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to fight, but found that his other palm had stopped in front of him, and before he could react, his palm had already been held.

"This soldier, bullying an old man doesn't seem to increase your prestige, right?"

The sound of a slightly thick line sounded, which instantly calmed down the soldiers, it was nothing to bully a poor old man, but if he contradicted a guest of Alan Wen, it was estimated that he would be sent to a place like the North Tower Fortress to see a death row inmate.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I was impulsive."

Apologize! The soldier knew very well that at this time, only an unhesitating apology could save his career, and sure enough, after hearing his apology, the face of the high elf lord also softened.

"Forget it, if I care about you, won't Alan Wen make fun of my small belly and chicken intestines?"

The High Elf waved his hand, and the soldier hurriedly bowed deeply again and stepped aside.

"Horuf?"

"My lord, ...... you?" Old Horoff was still a little confused.

"Well, take this," the high elf tossed a small bag of gold coins, "you go down the mountain first, you don't have to wait for me, Alan Wen will arrange it for me then." ”

"Huh?" Old Horuff held the small bag of gold coins in both hands, obviously before he could react, and when he raised his head again, he found that the kind elf had already walked through the door, and it was obviously too late to thank him, so he had to lead the old horse that had accompanied him for most of his life, and slowly turned the carriage back.

"Soldier."

Just as Old Horus was about to beat his horse and leave, he heard the voice of the lord again, and hurriedly looked back, only to find that the lord was talking to the two soldiers, and he could not help but be a little disappointed, but he still listened with his ears pricked up.

"Don't do anything to the old man in the future, pay attention to the quality, don't lose the face of the ancestor Shenzhou! You know?! ”

"Yes!"

Listening to the more and more stern words, the two soldiers seemed to see their superiors, and couldn't help but put their feet together and salute, while the old Horuff on the side also warmed his heart when he heard it, and sighed in his heart, the lord is really a good person.

"That's right, be elegant, don't be dirty."

The high elf nodded and walked into the courtyard, but the last sentence made the two soldiers a little confused, because the pronunciation of that sentence did not seem like the high elf language nor the lingua franca of Tamriel, and the two soldiers thought about it, and they could only give this lord an unfathomable name, perhaps, to warn themselves with an allegory of some ancient language, right?

Master Somer at the door of the banquet hall naturally thought about this scene at the gate, but he didn't say much, and after seeing the invitation in the hand of the high elf, he bowed slightly and stood aside.

(Seems that the disguise was successful, and it didn't cost all the pain I suffered.) ）

The high elf smiled slightly when he turned his back to Master Somer, but it was Sawyer in disguise, watching the door in front of him slowly open, he quickly hid his smile and returned to his previous indifferent expression.

In the banquet hall, the banquet had been going on for a while, and the sudden sound of the door opening had attracted everyone's attention, apparently wanting to see which daring guy would be late for Alan Wen's banquet.

"Welcome, sir, but I don't seem to have seen you before, could you introduce yourself?" I'm sure the people who attended the banquet would also like to get to know you. ”

A High Elf lady walked out of the crowd with a smile, apparently the host of the banquet, Lady Alan Wen, Sommer's ambassador to Skyrim.

Seeing Alan Wen coming up, Sawyer's eyes also lit up slightly, obviously recognizing this strong woman of Somer, nodded slightly, and said, "It's an honor to be invited by you, Ambassador Alan Wen, I'm Sean, Sean Loran." ”

"Sean? Lorraine? Alan Wen tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I've seen your name on the list, you came to Skyrim to ......"

"My lord, we're running out of Covellian brandy, do you need me to go to the warehouse and get some more?"

Just as Alan Wen was asking, another voice interjected and interrupted Alan Wen's words.

Alan Wen turned her head a little unpleasantly and glanced at it, nodded slightly to Zoya and said, "Mr. Luolan, it seems that we need to talk again later." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Sawyer smiled and nodded, and after taking a glass of honey from the black elf maid Blerath, he joined in the discussion of the banquet.

Many of the people who attended the banquet were lords and magnates from all over the world, including Igorod, the lord of the Yar border? The old crow, and the most powerful man in the Rift, Marwen? Black Thorns, in the eyes of this group of big people, the most concerned is naturally the civil war in Skyrim Province.

Of course, there were two exceptions, one was Lazerland sitting alone on a bench, and the other was a merchant from the Blue Castle, a slightly fat middle-aged Nord who was sweeping his eyes over the black elf Blerath.

Sawa still has some sympathy for the black elf maid Blerath, and knows that as long as no one stimulates the Nord fat man, he will not be imprisoned because of the Nord man's teasing, so if he wants to create some chaos, he can only start with Lazeran.

While Sawyer was silently considering, the conversation between Alan Wen and Marbourne was over, and Sawyer drained the brandy in his cup and walked to the front of the bar.

"Can you bring me another glass of brandy?"

Sawyer smiled and looked at Marbourne, and his right eye blinked three times quickly, this was the code he had agreed with Marbonne, after all, Marbyrne didn't know what Sawyer looked like after disguise.

Marbourne paused a little, then laughed, and said loudly, "No problem, sir, this is the finest Corverian brandy!" ”

"Your Highness, please quickly create some chaos to distract them, and I will get you out of here."

As Marbourne poured wine into Sawyer's glass, he spoke at a very fast pace, and Sawyer smiled slightly, blinked his right eye again, and walked to Lazerland, who was sitting alone.

"Friend, why are you sitting here alone?"

"Oh? Are you the guy who was late just now? Are you like me, who came by yourself? ”

Lazerland looked Sawyer up and down, smiled and raised the roast in his hand.

"No, I just don't want to leave too early."

Sawyer shrugged his shoulders, his tone revealing that he didn't care about the banquet.

"Ha, friend, you're such an interesting fellow, do you want to treat me to a drink with two glasses?"

"Of course, the best Corweilean brandy."

Sawyer smiled and handed over the wine glass in his right hand, which surprised Lazerland, you know, this kind of top-quality Corvile brandy is rare even at banquets, it is said that only two bottles are prepared for this banquet, and only one glass is provided per person, and besides, this 'per person' obviously does not include him.

"Oh, friend, you're such a generous man!" Lazelan exclaimed exaggeratedly, instantly attracting the attention of the others, "Thank you, can I do something for you?" ”

"Oh, it's that guy again......"

"Forget it, leave him alone, we ......"

"Igrod, if a civil war breaks out, Mosal ......"

The eyes of the magnates only focused on this corner for less than three seconds, and then resumed the previous topic, obviously, no one would be interested in Lazerland, and similarly, no one would deliberately pay attention to a guy who communicates with Lazerland, in their eyes, Lazerland is an unsuitable 'low-level person', who will sit with him, and naturally it is not worthy of their attention.

Although he didn't expect Lazerland to suddenly yell, Sawyer was very satisfied with the unexpected result, after all, he didn't want to wait until anyone noticed that he had 'disappeared'.

"Wow! Friend, don't be so loud, I don't want to be despised by the lords as soon as I arrive in Skyrim. ”

Sawyer patted Lazerland on the shoulder, pressing him back onto the bench before he began to weigh his words.

"Lazerland, my friend, you see, this is not very common in the best of Corverian brandy, even in the Lorain family I haven't tasted it for a few years, so ......"

Sawyer glanced at the bar, and only after seeing a knowing look from Lazerland before continuing, "So, my friend, can you help me get the attention of those 'big guys' a little?" Give me a minute, no! Just help me catch my eye for half a minute, and I just want to taste the mellowness of Corvile Ann one more time. ”

"Oh, my friend, of course, of course! Don't be greedy. ”

With an expression on my face, Lazerland patted Sawyer on the shoulder, took the half-eaten barbecue and stood up, drunkenly walking towards the dignitaries who were talking to each other.

(Don't be greedy?) You think it's strong wine! ）

Sawyer pursed his lips and got up from the bench, slowly pacing his glass to the bar.

As Sawyer stood next to the bar, Lazeland's exaggerated voice rang out behind him.

"Oh, my lords, my lords! Listen to me......"

"Let's go, go in the back kitchen, there's no one in there now."

After seeing that the eyes of the magnates and guards were attracted to Lazerland, Marbourne quickly opened the small door leading to the back kitchen, and without waiting for Sawyer to question, he quickly closed the door after pushing Sawyer in, leaving Sawyer himself to look at the locked wooden door with a confused expression:

"Huh? What the?! What about the conscience leading the way party?! ”