The balcony is huge, and there is a lot of room even if there is a set of tables and chairs. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is in the shadow of the corner at the moment, and I don't know when there is one more person.

The interruption of a beautiful dream is disappointing enough to make people stumble. So even if he senses that someone is present, after discovering that the person who came has no killing intent, Savis doesn't matter. The silence of the visitor made him finish the rest with peace of mind.

Obviously, the psychological quality of the guests is much better than his. Like Savis, he didn't see a trace of embarrassment, and stretched out his hand to signal Savis to be casual. The hand that stretched out from the darkness was strangely pale in the moonlight, and even the lightest violet skin of the Night Elves was more colorful. This made Savis look at it quietly, and then Shi Shiran walked into the bedroom.

A short time later, when Savis came out refreshed, he saw his strange visitor carrying the decanter, sniffing the fragrance thoughtfully.

"Interested in having a drink?"

The guest put down the wine vessel in his hand and shook his head. His fingers ran over the bottle, and his voice was cold: "There are some ingredients in this wine that I don't need." ”

"Connoisseur!" Savis smiled disappreciatively. "It's just for fun, and it doesn't hurt – Château Charini's secret is exclusive. Because of this, this wine is very popular among the upper elves. Personally, I like it too. ”

"It seems that the upper elves are already enjoying themselves...... the guest sighed softly, and then looked at Savis.

Savis also looked at the strange visitor, he was sure that he had never seen or heard of such a person.

The male, wearing a black mask, could not see his appearance clearly, but he had long black hair that had never been seen before in the Night Elves, and the long hair that blended in with the night all the way down his waist. Compared to normal Night Elf males, he is much more slender and thin, but Savis does not despise the other party for this. Being able to get close to him quietly, the other party's strength is probably not below Varosen, not to mention that the place where he came in is the Mage Tower, and without the permission of the master, he can enter the Mage Tower - this ability, I'm afraid that Varosen, who only has muscles, will never be able to do it.

Who is such a person? What did you come to him again? Savis thought quickly, but reluctantly admitted that he didn't know anything about it. His only confidence was that this person had no murderous intent towards him. For Savis, that's enough. As for the rest, he believed that the uninvited guest had not come to peep at him. So he waited patiently for the guest to say what he meant, his face calm and modest.

This composure pleased his guests.

"Before I came, I heard of you, Azhara's chief advisor and confidant Savis."

Savis smiled flatteringly at the title.

The guest continued. "I knew I could work with you, but seeing you really made me sure why fate was chosen by you."

This statement made Savis raise an eyebrow slightly. "Cooperation?"

The guest ignored his questions and went on with his own thoughts.

"You have desires that are rare among the Night Elves. It's no surprise that every Night Elf admires and loves Azhara. And you, as her close retainer, must have such thoughts far stronger than others. This is also completely understandable. The corners of the guest's mouth rose slightly, and there was a deep sarcasm in the upward arc.

"But do you really think that the hidden good will not be discovered? Aishara is not a vase. There is no shortage of admirers in her life, and she knows exactly what kind of attitude to treat with what kind of admirer...... This is an innate instinct of females. If I'm not mistaken, you've been quietly alienated by Aishara lately. The title of envoy sounds honorable, but in fact it means nothing more than sending you out of her sight - she doesn't want to see you. ”

The guest paused and looked at Savis. Savis nodded at him with a smile and motioned for him to continue, as if he were just listening to a joke that didn't matter.

"Do this to a lover who admires you...... No doubt you did not receive special treatment from your noble Empress. For an infatuated person, there is no more brutal blow than this. It also means falling out of favor, leaving the Night Elves' innermost circle of power. While only you and Azhara understand why, what about the others? I'm sure they don't care what you're falling out of favor for, they're just ecstatic about it. You know in your own heart how many people are waiting for you to fall out of favor and wait to take your place. ”

Savis's face was gloomy, though it was more of an illusion in the dark. Because other than that, Savis didn't even move a finger, let alone stop the guests from talking. So the guest continued: "Just like you are in Nazaras, Eshara will not be left alone because of this. She will soon have a new favorite, and you, like your predecessors, will go mad or die with dreams that will never be realized in a corner where you can't see Azhara. And she's even forgotten who you are. Do you like such an ending? ”

He smiled and lifted the decanter, poured a glass into the golden cup under Sarvis's cold gaze, and then grabbed the overflowing glass and placed it in front of Savis with a "bang".

"Maybe at that time, you won't even want to drink like this. So, why don't you have enough of it now? ”

The crimson liquor rippled, and the ripples in circles showed that the face of Savis reflected in it was distorted and ugly.

The reflection made Savis narrow. He lifted his eyes, looking away from the reflection in the glass.

"Thank you for your concern." Savis politely and calmly smiled at the guest and replied, his noncommittal tone without any mood fluctuations. He did not admit or deny it, and his words were impeccable. "But I don't think I need to care."

"Of course you don't need to care." The guest smiled happily. He sat down and sat across from Sarvis in a relaxed position. "People like you don't like to listen to unconstructive nonsense, you need plans and advice – plans and suggestions that will get you what you want. And I, who happens to have one. ”

"What is the success rate?" Savis grabbed the wine glass on the table and held it in his hand. He tried to restrain his eagerness and anxiety, but the green tendons on the back of his hand truthfully reflected his mood.

The guest's gaze swept over the green tendons on the back of his hand, and he said lightly: "Fifty percent." ”

"Fifty percent." Savis repeated in a low voice, his voice so low that it was impossible to make out what the emotion was in his tone.