If there is a turn in the conversation, then Cheese has already completed his task in his own round, and has learned two important pieces of information in just a few words. First, the elven vampire in front of him is the boss of the river, and he is also the supreme leader of the blood clan in the sprawling city of the Rushing Capital, although this so-called supremacy is probably limited to his own family. And listening to the meaning of his words, I'm afraid that this vampire is an unusually conservative person on the issue of converting his kind, so the number of blood clans in this city is probably not worth looking forward to, but the resources and power that the River Tavern can represent alone is enough to make him a pivotal figure.

In the face of such a conversation partner, the most taboo is to run away immediately after taking out some information that you think is valuable, which is not called communication, but just telling the other party how timid and unconfident you are. So Cheese had no intention of leaving, he was waiting, waiting for the vampire to fight back against himself in his turn. There are back and forth is the game, and the seesaw has no point if one end is crushed.

Sure enough, after the seemingly finished conversation, the elf didn't immediately try to get back into the scene, he was watching, observing if the person sitting across from him meant to run away. If he wants to escape, then let him escape, such a guy is not even worth chasing. Cheese's reaction pleased the vampire, as a Bloodline, especially an elven transformer of the long-lived race, patience and respect for the game's mechanics were important indicators for him to evaluate, so he took out the cup again and poured half a glass of reddish wine into it, "Taste it, this is made from last year's grapes." ”

The wine was a little astringent and had a strong sour taste, and the expression on Cheese's face made it clear that he couldn't get any pleasure out of it, "This thing looks like spoiled rice soup." If you're going to ask me for a drink, you might as well have a glass of mead, it's hundreds of times better than this. And I'm skeptical that it's not even wine, it's almost juice. ”

"What you drink will definitely be used as fuel. The elf said angrily, but he still drank the glass of wine himself, and then poured some amber liquid again, the mellow smell of alcohol would hurt people's eyes if they got closer, "Well, this is the strong liquor that those snowy mountain residents drink, it is said that a drink is enough for a person to sweat." ”

Then Cheese drank half of the wine in the glass without changing his face, not to mention sweating, not even his cheeks were red, "I suggest that next time you should mix a little less water, it is better to put some ice cubes and go." ”

"You're literally an elongated dwarf. "It's no wonder that the Bloods reacted this way. Cheese himself probably didn't realize that the blue lion he was in was one of the most bitter regions on the pan-northern continent, and the valley city where he lived all the year round was the first city in the south of Longji Mountain, although it was not much better than the snow-capped mountains in terms of climate. In this region, sake is not a tool for pleasure, but a necessity to keep out the cold. Above the tower, the cold wind is even more ruthless, and the mage's alcohol consumption is tempered by this unconscious long-term drinking of spirits, and to say that he is about the same as a dwarf is really not wronged him.

Cheese shrugged, he didn't find it unpleasant to be described as a dwarf, dwarves had many good qualities in his eyes, probably as many as their faults. In fact, from the point of view of the gray robe, the species in the world are more or less like this, the human beings are like this, the elves are like this, and the race is not representative of the individual. If an elf can become a knight, then a human cannot become an apprentice to a dwarf.

"That's it," the elf waved his hand, a compromise on the mage's drinking habits, but then he changed his tone and said, "I thought you were from the City of Ten Thousand Laws. Because you don't give me the feeling that they're the who, well, witchcraft practitioners, tend to be conditioned by what they know about magic, and everyone is outrageously paranoid. And you are different, your paranoia is very deep, there is no overflowing confusion, this kind of caster I have only seen in the mages of the City of Ten Thousand Laws. But those nerds in the City of Ten Thousand Laws would never be able to drink such strong wine. Channeling with wine is the skill of Wu Zhu. ”

fingers, tapping the wine glass gently. Cheese's eyes showed a rare hint of pleasure, of course he would, because the Bloodline in front of him could share the problem with him, and this insight into the caster was enough for him to surpass the mage's companions in conversation, the latter did not really understand the caster's world, and the former, at least he saw the light coming out of the crack in the door, "That's right." There's just one thing that won't be confusing if you can realize it. It seems to you that there is only one place in the world where the City of Ten Thousand Laws can give birth to mages, and these mages are still terrible in their drinking. ”

The elf fell into a momentary thought, and although Cheese didn't seem to say anything, he had said enough. He hinted at the existence of an organization that was not inferior to the City of the Law of Justice in terms of education, but was more low-key and secretive, and that the organization did not act in a different way, not just as a copy of the City of the Law of the City in other regions. Of course, such a hint was not enough to expose the existence of the Grey Tower and the Grey Robes, because the mage knew very well that he and his fellow disciples were neither Dharma nor Witch Practitioners, and perhaps they were indeed very similar to witchcraft, but the reason for the difference was only the goal of the Grey Robes, the search for the ultimate truth.

The hands of the round flicked again, and now it was the exchange after both sides had exchanged some details of their own. They all understood the identity of the person sitting across from them, and it was time to discuss some practical issues. As an outsider, Cheese obviously has more questions than the other party, and among the many questions, there are a few that he is most concerned about, and he has not forgotten the thin figure, "There is something I would like to inquire about, if you can give me an answer I don't mind being paid, any form of payment." Is there any person or group of people in your mind who can produce a remotely manipulated murderous puppet?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the Bloodclan's mouth, he was not afraid of a mysterious outsider, what he was afraid of was that this outsider wanted nothing else. If Rushing is a giant spider's web, then he is a spider dancing on it, and anyone who wants to profit from it or save their lives must admit that the river has its unique place in these complex networks of human power. And as long as you recognize his status and try to take advantage of it, you have fallen into these complicated nets and become part of it, and then whoever you are, it is no longer a problem. Now that some people want to throw themselves into the net, why not?

"You have proven your worth to me, and as a merchant and bartender, I have a crush on you. But obviously you have other troubles on your side right now, so things don't rush one by one. You deal with the problem at hand first, and as for what you just asked, I will reply to you as appropriate. It's not too late for you to come back. By the way, you and I haven't approved the name yet, I don't know what to call it?"

"Cheese. ”

"Quirky name, but enough. And me, you can call me Jung, Jung von Barak. ”