It's a feast. Everyone was smiling as several servants, led by the dignified butler Mr. Fsom the Elder, brought plates of delicacies to the table. Finally, in the atmosphere of joy of the guests and hosts, the wind seeker even told an interesting story that happened during his travels, "Life is not only about the immediate future, but also poetry and distance."

It has been rare for Tabessa to feel so relaxed today in the last twenty-two days, and this is all the more due to the smooth purging work during the day in Alterac, otherwise it would have been difficult to get so much pleasure from Baron Flintrey's dinner party, even if the mood of the participants was different.

It's not a pleasant job to integrate mostly unruly (in other words, a bunch of prickly heads) adventurers because of their high skills, but rather the process of putting them together as a whole is tedious enough, not to mention the rest of the screening and selection. For most of the previous month, Tabesa felt that she was wasting her energy in vain, as if she had thrown out an ice spear technique, only to evaporate into the air in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few drops of dew on the blades of grass, and there were very few things that could be said to be harvested. Because of this reason, she looked at Wei Dengfeller, the local tyrant who volunteered to stand up and unify this "rabble", and Jin Shaolan, who provided an opportunity and implicit support for this—especially the latter.

In this light state of mind, she also has a more soothing state of mind to enjoy the beauty of various dishes, and to talk more relaxed than usual.

"I'm sorry for you, because I'm kind of glad you made the wrong choice of me." She turned to Jin Shaolan and smiled sideways.

Jin Shaolan also smiled gently. I have to say that this is very suitable for his elven skin in the eyes of the plot characters: "Why do you say that, I don't think it's a mistake to choose you at any time, if there is a mistake, it must be Dalaran who is wrong." ”

Tabesa couldn't help but laugh at his words: "That's my reason, it's a pleasure to talk to you, otherwise my work would be too boring, and I would have to be bored in a daze." ”

The Wind Seeker's delicate elven face revealed a surprised question that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake: "Will it?" I always thought that a high-level mentor like you would choose to read a magic book to pass the time. ”

"Hahahaha!"

Not only Tarbesa, but also Bauer on the other side laughed. "It's not a pastime for a mage!" He said, laughing so hard that his mustache shook with it: "It should be considered learning, well, part of the deep understanding of the mysteries of magic, right?" Although it is not unbearable for a mage because it is his lifelong pursuit, it is easy to plunge into it all at once-"

"Yes," said the bright-looking Tabesa with a smile, "but I have been assigned the task of 'leading friendly adventurers' to clear the ruins. If I got in, I wouldn't have noticed the movement inside Alterac (she was disgusted by the name). ”

“…… I see. The Wind Seeker propped his left hand and said in a deep voice, "In this way, I feel that I have made the right choice. ”

Brother Bao burst into a hearty laugh again, and he shrugged his shoulders as he laughed, indicating that he had learned that he was disgusted. The eldest sister Tabesa also covered her mouth and smiled, and nodded affectionately to the young elf with her other hand: "You, you...... Actually, I think if it was Bauer, you and him would be more compatible, right? ”

The Wind Seeker put down his hand on the table, with a smile on his face, and pretended to think about it for a moment:

"Why, in front of him, I feel that I lack masculine charm."

The Baron and the Mayor Mare laughed too. They had also discovered that after the distance between them had gradually faded, the High Elf Deshuda Wind Seeker was actually quite easy-going. He didn't even mind making fun of himself. Even the Baroness, who had never had a sense of presence, had the audacity to strike up a few words with him, and his response was elegant and dignified. They listened curiously as Tabesa, a high-ranking mage who rarely had a chance to interact, gossiped about his peers with a smile on his face:

"The man who is Ball...... How can you say that, you noticed that he was very popular in Ambermere? ”

Although Brother Bao laughed and shook her head to say "no", she continued: "The same is true in other territories of Dalaran: he is a household name musician, magician and storyteller. ”

The Baroness, the Mayor of Ellro, and the Mayor of Ellro were contented and yearning, "Oh! I was looking forward to what was going on. Admittedly, Mr. Bauer's level of magic was certainly far inferior to that of the beautiful lady, but he was always hearty, friendly, and knowledgeable in his frequent travels.

Jin Shaolan couldn't help but smile, and secretly thought: This is really 'Bow'. *

Naturally, Bauer himself raised his hand to forgiveness amid the good-natured laughter of the crowd. Unfortunately, Tarbeza turned a blind eye to his confessions, and the "young and beautiful Professor McGonagall" was apparently a little enthusiastic about sharing the triumph (or perhaps the embarrassment) of sharing his peers: "In fact, Bauer himself enjoyed this kind of life; He prefers to be with ordinary citizens to other mages, and prefers human interaction to the mysteries of magic—otherwise he shouldn't have had such strength with his talent. He was more of a troubadour of the Middle Ages than a mage. ”

As she spoke, she turned to Jin Shaolan again and smiled at him sincerely: "...... A guy who is also very passionate about poetry: So I think you can talk about it. ”

The young elf took a deep breath, and he whispered in a fascination that at first glance sounded as if it were for himself: "But my poems are for the beautiful forests of eternal songs, for the graceful hyacinths and the passionate roses, for the clear and beautiful streams, for the smiling maidens and ladies......" he muttered, sighed, and then looked at Bauer with a helpless expression:

"—not for my colleague, but for a man."

The tall lady with a radiant glow let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell. "Poet, you know what, I'm starting to like you."

"I don't want to share it with Mr. Scrivener when you say that." The object of her speech said "depressed".

This sentence aroused the curiosity of the baroness, and she asked softly in her sweet, trilled voice, "...... Mr. Dysida, can you share interesting things about the poet as well? ”

Deshuda Wind Seeker nodded to her with a smile. "Yes, you know, I left Silvermoon City with a group of adventurers." "One day when I was staying at the lodging on the way, they asked me if I had any poems to give them," he said.

"I was troubled by the fact that they seemed to be enduring a life of exile in order to persevere, or to give up their ideal choice of a mediocre but easy life, and I couldn't help but feel that 'there is a poem that suits them very well'

"'Life is not only about what is in front of you, but also about poetry and distance' - after saying this seriously, everyone seems to be very shocked."

As he himself described, Deshuda Wind Seeker, from the Northern Elven Kingdom, said solemnly. Then he recounted the story that when he stayed at the hotel the next day, because the owner's signature secret ham was so delicious, several adventurers with good feelings got into a mess in order to grab it. When the veteran dwarf thief, who had been short and agile, had robbed a few more pieces than the others, and was accused of being greedy, he exclaimed, "Life is not only about what is in front of you—there is also poetry and distance!" Tell them to take a long-term view: don't just focus on eating!

…… It was obviously an inspiring chicken soup maxim, but it was used by these noble warriors and chivalrous women to prevaricate themselves - when he said this, the elf named Wind Seeker looked calm, and the corners of his mouth smiled, and he didn't seem to take it to heart.

To this, the experienced Baron Flintrey smiled happily:

"From another point of view, if you warriors can use it to make fun of their 'reluctance', it means that they actually listened to this sentence, right?"

The Wind Seeker nodded, "Hmm." The first time this happened, everyone was shocked at the first time. It should make sense, but I always feel that something is wrong. And at the end of the journey, once someone says, "Life is more than just ......."

He paused, waiting for the eyes to converge on him with anticipation or curiosity, and continued: "At the end of the journey, as soon as someone says, 'Life is more than just ......,' the others immediately throw their old fists: beating and yelling, 'I call you to be miserable!'" I call you Gou! ’”