At this moment, the orc king's face was full of red light, and at first glance, he had drunk a lot of wine, and he was having a lot of fun.

Maybe the arrival of the orc king was just accidental, but his appearance frightened Prime Minister Lesta into motionless, and I, too, broke out in a cold sweat.

The Orc King walked to the table with a slight smell of alcohol, took a stack of papers from the hands of Prime Minister Lesta, who was in a stiff state, and looked through them carefully.

He flipped through the papers one by one, and I and Prime Minister Lesta trembled side by side.

The legs are shaking, and they are scared.

Although this document will eventually be returned to the Orc King, and the whole thing will be told to him as it is, I intend to do so after the banquet is over.

And now, outside the door, there is faint music coming in, it is a famous song played by a famous musician in Dasai City, very brisk and joyful.

Obviously, the banquet is not over yet, and it may only be halfway through.

And, more importantly, although I was determined to carry out this action, I was not mentally prepared to face the Orc King right now.

His cold intrusion directly disrupted all my mentality.

In a daze, he saw Prime Minister Lesta beside him walk quickly to the door, close the door, and then, bent his body, bowed ninety degrees, and said in an old and trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the minister is guilty!" ”

Seeing his actions, I did not lag behind, and bowed together, shouting with a good mouth: "Your Majesty, the minister is guilty." ”

However, after saying this, there was still no movement on the orc king's side, only the sound of heavy breathing and the characteristic rustle of fingers rubbing against the paperwork.

The orc king didn't squeak, and I didn't dare to move, so I kept hunching my waist, feeling more and more like the cooked shrimp.

The rustle of rubbing the pages stopped, after a few minutes.

The sound of heavy breathing was still heavy, and it was stagnant for a few seconds, and the orc king's deep voice sounded, with a deep displeasure: "This, what's going on?" ”

"The old minister is guilty!" Prime Minister Lesta continued to hunch his back, and said in an old voice: "It's all because the old minister is not careful enough to do things and thinks inappropriately. ”

"Don't be in a hurry to admit your mistakes, first explain the ins and outs of the matter" The orc king said: "Also, you two stand up and speak, keep your backs hunched over, and the top of your head is facing this king, like something!" ”

"Yes," Prime Minister Lesta and I said in unison, slowly straightening up.

However, as soon as he was halfway up straight, he heard a soft sound, and the movement of Prime Minister Lesta, stopped.

I turned to him, and saw that his expression was constantly changing, and after a few seconds, in an almost weak voice, he said, "Suffer, bad, waist, waist twisted!" ”

What followed was a chaotic rush, and even the Orc King hurried over, and with me he helped Prime Minister Lesta, who was twisting his waist so painful that he couldn't even breathe.

Putting the prime minister on the bed, looking at his tangled and painful expression, I don't know how to comfort him, the orc king beckoned the priest and the doctor, the priest here put the pain on hold, and the doctor began to knead his bones, anyway, after tossing for a while, the prime minister Lesta was finally no longer in pain and was able to get out of bed.

The orc king motioned for him to lie down on the bed and talk, pulled up a chair and sat down himself, and took a small bench and handed it to me.

Prime Minister Lesta lay on the bed, still apologetically said: "Your Majesty, the old minister is guilty, the old minister is guilty!" ”

"Don't say the word guilty anymore, I'm tired of hearing it" The orc king waved his hand and said, "There are no outsiders here, you two can just say anything about it." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Prime Minister Lesta, gasping hard; "Previously, the old minister suggested that His Majesty reward the winning dwarven noble title was actually for the dwarf king and the goblin king to see, to show our importance to the dwarven guild, and to witness the friendship between Dasai City and Vicky Castle, however, this matter, the old minister was self-defeating."

He glanced at me and said, "Just now, An Xiaoyi came to me with the mandate document and told me what was wrong with it. ”

"What's wrong with you that scares you like this?" The Orc King wondered.

"The dwarves have a thousand-year-old rule that no dwarf is allowed to accept an identity title from a foreign race, otherwise, he will be expelled from Fort Vechio."

After listening to Prime Minister Lesta's statement, the Orc King fell silent.

His majestic face, even in contemplation, still makes people feel oppressive.

After a few minutes, the Orc King coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Yi, if you talk to the Dwarf King about this matter, how sure are you?" ”

"I'm not sure," I shook my head and said, "If it's just a newly formulated clan rule and law, I'm sure I'm sure to convince the dwarf king, but this is already a family rule that has been implemented for thousands of years, and it has long been deeply engraved in the heart of every dwarf. ”

"If that's the case, then there's no way," the orc king sighed, turned to the Lesta Prime Minister, looked at me again, and said, "You two are not guilty of this, and there is no fault in this matter, but it is the king's desire to prove to the world in a more obvious way the friendship between Dasai City and Vicky Castle, and to embarrass the two of you." ”

"No, it's not embarrassing at all" Prime Minister Lesta struggled to get up from the bed and said, "It's that the old minister is not cautious enough, it's that the old minister is incompetent." ”

"You are the pillar of the country, if even you claim to be incompetent, then we will have no capable ministers in Dasai City."

The orc king took the posture of an emperor and comforted Prime Minister Lesta.

Prime Minister Lesta, on the other hand, responded to the Orc King with a sobbing attitude.

I watched the dialogue between the two gentlemen and ministers as if they were acting, and I just felt that it would be in vain not to award them an Oscar and Best Supporting Actor awards.

This half-truth crying scene lasted for four or five minutes, and the orc king said: "Since the title of nobility will become a gap between my Dasai City and Vichburg, let's change it to enjoy noble treatment." ”

Now that I finally no longer conflict with the dwarven clan rules, I took over the changed paperwork and returned to the dwarven guild.

Before leaving, the Orc King asked me if I wanted to join him at this feast.

I declined this offer, first of all, I was not very interested in the banquet, and secondly, if I was there, what kind of identity should I show up?

Is it the Prime Minister of the Orcs, or the Elder of Moonlight City, or the future son-in-law of the Dwarven King, the nephew of the Goblin King?

Anyway, it's a mess, and if the Orc King, the Elven Queen, the Dwarf King, and the Goblin King disagree on some issue, and ask me for my opinion, how do I answer?

You can't take sides, it's not good to be muddy, it's better to run away directly, out of sight, so as not to be annoyed.