Section 172 The Guardian
Ospen's banquet was held in his own courtyard, and he also moved to a new home.
The rebuilt Bangalore is very compact, because the city is already small, and in recent years, many halflings have settled here one after another, so that everyone's living space has been squeezed.
However, this is also related to the fact that halfling people do not like to build high-rise buildings, and their architectural customs are similar to those of the earthlings before the eighteenth and ninth centuries, most of them are one-storey, and tall buildings are very rare.
First, because of their limited population, they did not have the need for space in the sky, and secondly, the taller buildings were at a great disadvantage when it came to defensive operations, and the survival situation of Evariel also required people to pay more attention to safety.
So, the mage courtyard that Ospen built for himself is outside the city!
He imitated the traditional building courtyard, the main gate faces south, the two ear rooms next to the door are the structure of the palace, with a corridor under the eaves, and the style is very!
As a guest, it was the first time for Zeng Li to visit here, and when he came before, it was still a large construction site.
"Well, I designed it myself!" Ospen folded his hands behind his back and bowed his chest to Zeng Li.
Zeng Li smiled bitterly: "Your time is wasted on these things?"
The entire courtyard covers an area of at least 40,000 square meters, and this is only the courtyard, and the rooms on all four sides of the courtyard are not counted.
Zeng Li visually estimated that this courtyard was at least a square with a side length of 200 meters!
About the goblin master doesn't know that the courtyard is divided into a single courtyard and a multi-entry structure, if he knows, maybe this guy will build a palace castle for himself!
"I said you haven't been showing up much lately, and I thought you were worrying about the merger. Although Zeng Li's words only said this, his face was clearly complaining that the goblin master was distracted.
They had been studying the principles of prophecy spells, a school that had no theories to refer to in both worlds, and it was very difficult to go deeper.
Zeng Li has great expectations for the prophecy school, because many of the spells of this school are indeed effective, and if real progress can be made, then many currently unknown problems may be able to achieve breakthroughs through prophecy.
Ospen rolled his eyes and changed the topic as he began: "Ah, you really have to worry about it! There is still some resistance on our side, and many people are more worried that there are too many of you!"
Zeng Li didn't continue to investigate, looked at the alchemy puppets who were busy in the courtyard, and sighed: "You also have resistance, it is said that there is also a lot of resistance on our side, and many people are afraid that you will share what they deserve." β
Ospen was a little puzzled: "Why? What will it be? We don't lack anything!"
"We don't lack anything, but those who can't cast spells don't lack anything. "What Zeng Li said is meaningful.
The goblin master didn't need to explain, he understood very well where Zeng Li's grievances were, those were all clichΓ©s: "Don't worry too much, it's true that some people are not suitable for casting spells, for them the math is too difficult, let alone arcane." β
"There are not as many people who are not born as you think, and those who are born with poor math basically have another specialty. When Zeng Li talked about these topics, he began to speak in a fierce tone: "They don't need to ask for anything at all, just like that dwarf, their small shop has a lot of customers every day!"
"On the contrary, those who need help, except for those who have really lost their ability to work......"
"You can't even imagine their faces!"
Ospen didn't know how to comfort Zeng Li, he hadn't encountered these bad things, and Evariel's environment didn't breed a large number of unearned people, or people's living conditions didn't allow them to come into contact with such a thing.
Even if it is a robbery, you must be prepared that the robbed person is a high-level combat professional, and no one who is willing to be a robber can be promoted to the middle level.
Mid-level combat professionals go out hunting, and it is not too easy to bring a few large beasts back to the town to exchange food, and there is no danger, they can easily live very well.
If you're unlucky enough to grab the head of someone with a high-level spell scroll, death is the only outcome, and Evan Riel doesn't have to be "overly defensive".
Except for the caster's general attire, which has more distinctive features, other combat professions are no different from ordinary people when they are not ready for battle.
It is not uncommon for robbers to rob the wrong people, because they often need to wander around and commit crimes in their permanent residence, which is really impatient, and it is not too easy for the local high-ranking professionals to catch them!
In Evasre, even being a robber is so risky, what can anyone always think of getting something for nothing?
That is to say, the earth's social productivity has advanced rapidly in recent decades, so that some people can be allowed to play to death, so some people who also want to have fun to death have begun to be dissatisfied.
Fortunately, at this time, the guests of Ospen came to the door one after another, which resolved the embarrassing atmosphere of the two.
"Hey, old Green, you're early!" Ospen waved at the gnome who walked through the door.
This is a druid with a small red flower on his head, judging by his leafy outfit, druids generally don't like to wear clothes, and they will use activated plants to cover their bodies when they have to appear in front of people.
"Hello, Radiant, long time no see. The dwarf smiled and nodded, and after feeling the energy that forbade him from casting spells dissipate, he snapped his fingers and appeared beside Ospen with a "whoosh".
It's also a legend, at least!
The magic he was using was not recognized at all, it was too fast.
"This is Master Zengli, an Earth Human, my good friend!" Ospen stretched out his hand, and then introduced the Druid, "This is the Elder of the White Mistletoe Clan, Grindeldruid. β
"Nice to meet you. Zeng Li took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and the druid on the other side naturally shook hands with him, not at all like a druid who lived in isolation, perhaps this is the difference between the White Mistletoe clan and other druid clans.
This time, Green came to observe the negotiations as a representative of the white mistletoe, and he has been living in Bangalore for at least a month, and the meeting between the two sides has not been lost.
"Me too, Mr. Mage. The druid seemed to be in a good mood, and raised his hand to the level of his eyebrows to shake Zeng's hand, even though Zengli was already bent over.
Zeng Li is a character who respects me and I respect people, and the dwarf behaves easily, so he wants to compliment the other party, but he doesn't know where to start for a while, so he remembers the name that Huang Xin told him.
"I have heard of you, my wife, who has traveled with the fine descendants of the White Mistletoe clan, and she has told me that you are heroic and wise. β
Ospen was a little dumbfounded, this friend who was very knowledgeable in academics didn't seem to be very good at chatting, how could he compliment the other party's relatives and friends who died......
Fortunately, Green was not a cautious person, and he still replied very decently: "Do you mean Beo? He is indeed our best junior in recent years." Thank you for your wife's praise, listen to what you said, I wonder if your wife is Master Huang Xin?"
Zeng Li said it, and he also regretted it a little, and when he heard the druid's name for Huang Xin, he was even more embarrassed: "She is my wife." However, I am afraid that she can't afford such praise as 'master', and she hasn't advanced to the epic yet. β
"Oh, I think you're mistaken, the 'Master' is what a lady deserves, not in her strength, but in her deeds, and she deserves the title of 'Guardian'. β