In the large hall, Lott was still wearing the gray armor he had changed into in the morning, and Maria was still wearing a black night suit.

Although Lott instructed voice assistants to instill in people the idea that it is best to wear a suit as a sign of respect on certain important occasions, such as job applications, interviews, and meeting guests, he does not seem to have any intention of complying with it.

Being a lord is so capricious.

"You're late, Miss Ethel." Lott quietly looked at the group of people at the door, and said in a deep voice, "You'd better pay attention next time." ”

"I ...... I'm here in the morning, aren't you here......" The girl muttered, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and she wanted to protest, but when she thought that the boss who was paying her salary on the other side suddenly wilted.

Lott looked at the young man next to her and asked, "Who is this?" ”

When Ethel heard this, he immediately said, "This is my eldest brother, Laclese!" ”

With the girl's introduction, the half-elf nobleman nodded slightly towards Lot, which was regarded as a greeting.

Lott didn't speak, and glanced at Cindy standing beside them, and the wraith received the signal, turned to Ethel and said:

"The boss has something to talk to your brother about alone. Is this your little maid? Come with me, there are two pieces for you to make today. ”

The Wraith has a rudimentary melody that Lotter had recorded beforehand with "The Blitzkrieg is Marching" and another dance song, and Ethel's task is to re-extract, splic, and combine these incomplete tones to form the finished track, which is not easy, because the original meaning of the song cannot be completely distorted, otherwise the boss will be unhappy.

However, with the increase in new songs, Ethel himself can also absorb some knowledge from them to compose, which is why Lotte asked her to copy songs, after all, there are not many tracks on the earth that can make him remember, and once they are used up, they will not have to listen to them, so they must cultivate talents to write songs and compose music and then spread out, so that the future life will not be monotonous.

The same will be true of future comics, novels, games, movies, etc., which will gradually form a culture unique to dungeons, so that people from other forces will yearn for it in the future.

After sending Ethel and the others away, only the half-elf nobleman and Lott were left in the large room at this time.

"You may be seated, Mr. Laclese."

Lott smiled, when he spoke to this half-elf nobleman, his tone was very slow, far less than the aura full of intimidation just now, and now he looked like an ordinary person who had unloaded his burden.

"What a good performance, Mr. Lott." Lacles sat down and smiled in return.

"Thank you." In front of the real aristocracy, there is no need for Lott to hide it, after all, everyone's status is equal, and it will be boring to pretend again.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's even better if there's juice." The half-elf took off his ill-fitting suit jacket and hung it behind his chair, looking as relaxed and natural as at home.

"I have not only juice here, but also a good cigar, would you like to try it?" Lott smiled and handed over the cigar.

"Thanks, I don't smoke."

"It's your loss, and it's not smoke."

The two of them sat across from each other and chatted like two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time—a kind of etiquette, a way to make the social interaction between the nobles who met for the first time better, and it was a kind of 'warm-up' before the negotiation.

Lott didn't know any of this, and it was all up to Maria to teach her beforehand, after all, she was a connoisseur when it came to housekeeping etiquette.

After the two interacted with each other for a while, they began to officially enter the negotiation state.

Lott leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigar and looking at the other party and asked, "Is there anything you have to do with me today, should you just come and say hello?" ”

Lacles smiled, crossed his legs, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair in a leisurely posture and said:

"I heard from Xiaomei that her boss helped her a lot in her career, so I came to take a look, and this saw that it really deserved its reputation."

Lott smiled and nodded, waiting for him to say the rest of the story.

Lacles continued: "Also, it is said that the lord here has never shown up, and I have some important matters to discuss with him in detail, if it is convenient for you, I hope to be able to pull the line, of course, I will not let your Excellency run in vain." ”

After the half-elf finished speaking, he took out a charming gem that shone with a black light and looked like a starry star inside.

The inside of the Orb of Dreams is a dazzling Milky Way, and the Orb in front of you looks like a night sky full of starlight, which is much inferior in appearance.

"The Magic Gem can greatly increase the spell casting speed and the upper limit of magic power, I hope you can like it."

Litter.

"Thank you, I love it." Lott smiled and took it, glanced at it, and then put it away, this kind of gem was seen a lot in his room, and it was basically thrown around like marbles, and the maids often turned under the bed when they were cleaning.

If it's garbage, why take it?

When Lother heard that Ethel was coming with a certain elegant half-elf man, the first thing that came to Lot's mind was her eldest brother who was the lord's second-in-command.

Then he quickly deduced that the other party might want to come over to negotiate with the lord, and the lord would not show his face, so the other party would contact the lord through the boss of the Blue Fire Company who knew the lord.

According to Maria, if Lott really agrees to help the half-elf meet with the 'lord', then whatever he takes out, he has to accept it, which is considered to be the meaning of consent.

Politeness did not exist among the aristocracy.

What I want to say here is that neither Lott nor others originally knew who Ethel was, but when Vickers received the high-level portrait from the intelligence officer from Kane City, he was shocked, and then notified the leaders as soon as possible, so they could know Lacles's identity.

Lacles watched Lott put away his gifts, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he was a little anxious, he still said quietly: "I take the liberty of asking, what is the lord's preference?" I can't be rude when I meet him, and let Your Excellency lose face. ”

"No, he's very easygoing." Lott lowered his head and took out his mobile phone as he spoke, although Lacles didn't understand, he could feel that the other party had begun to contact the lord, because he often heard his sister mention that this rectangular block object called the transfer machine could communicate over long distances.

"Hey, are you free? Oh, it's okay, the lord of Kane City is here, and wants to meet you, so, I know. ”

After talking to himself with his mobile phone, Lott looked up at the half-elf nobleman and said with a smile: "He is about to come to me, so how about I arrange a suitable room for you to talk about things and make sure that no one disturbs?" ”

When Lacles heard this, he was suddenly a little unsettled: Isn't it? Right now? So fast??