On such an occasion, it is undoubtedly a bit rude for the little dwarf to say these words in such a somewhat frivolous tone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, many of the local nobles of the Roland Empire who attended the dinner party didn't care about this little matter at all, and at this time, they completely felt the turbulent undercurrent under the calm on the surface of the dinner hall.

From the beginning, Roland IX joined hands with the little dwarf to enter the arena, sending a message to everyone present: the little dwarf is his important guest, a big man who is qualified to sit on an equal footing with him. ”

But after such a rude oath, there are still people who come out and plan to do something, this is definitely not this thing that does not know whether to live or die is drunk, 100% instigated, and this kind of thing that will obviously make Roland IX strictly pursue afterwards, if someone dares to do it, it will definitely be taken into account in advance.

'Immortals fight, little ghosts suffer', these Roland Empire elves obviously know this, so they all turned into ostriches for a while, planning to see the situation clearly first.

The little dwarf's almost confronted question somewhat embarrassed the aristocratic youth, but as a sad little character who should be the first bird, he had to force the farce to continue.

He smiled dryly and continued to speak: "Of course not, Master Modo's powerful combat power is not something that a small character like me dares to challenge at all, but as a loyal fan of Master You, I have a puzzle that I have been wondering about for a long time in my heart, and I hope to get your answer." ”

"I don't know what the problem is, but I can say it and take a look. Modo asked, although the aristocratic young man seemed to respect himself very much, but if he really wanted to take it seriously, he would be really a fool.

The aristocratic young man took a deep breath and directly stated the main purpose of this time: "I have been wondering, why Master Modo's works have no other themes except love poems, is this because you are not good at other subjects, or are these love poems the result of you forcibly taking possession of others?"

A huge uproar began to sound in the main hall, the question was so intense and unexpected that it seemed that there was even a great possibility.

Because as long as this aristocratic young man is not crazy, he dares to question a winner of the Holy Nobel Prize in this way, there will be some evidence and certainty, otherwise he will definitely die an ugly death; no matter which big man and force stands behind him, he will not be able to save his life, and even accompany the honor of the family to which he belongs.

Roland IX was furious when he heard this, he didn't care at all, whether the little dwarf was a real master, whether it was true or not, it didn't matter if it was true or not, it didn't matter to the Roland Empire, but he cared very much that the little dwarf was exposed on such an occasion.

That also means that a series of agreements with the little dwarf that have been reached with great difficulty will be wasted if they are not successful, and although it will not be fatal to the Roland Empire, it will also lose the next best opportunity.

A strong murderous intent lingered in Roland IX's heart, and he looked at this cannon fodder who did not know whether he was alive or dead with the same gaze as if he were a dead thing, and planned to have someone pull him out of the banquet venue first, and as for the future, he swore that this aristocratic young man and his entire family would pay a heavy price for this incident.

Before Roland IX could raise his hand and give the order, the little dwarf was the first to speak: "Do you say no, don't you? Or do you think that everyone else is a fool except you?"

"Of course not, Master Modo only needs to make a poem on other topics on the spot with the topic I provided, and then you can get my sincere convincing. The aristocratic young man gritted his teeth and said all his thoughts, or the plan of the strength behind him.

Everything seemed relatively clear at this time, I don't know if it was a sniping attack on the little dwarf by some mysterious force, I don't know for what purpose, they didn't want the little dwarf to get the honor of the Holy Nobel Prize, and even the intimate relationship between the Roland Empire and the Iron Lord, they didn't want to see.

First of all, they must have been closely investigated and determined that these poems were the result of some unlucky genius who had been forcibly seized by the little dwarf, and that this unlucky bastard was in an underground world that had always been regarded as forbidden and tightly sealed by the little dwarf.

(In other words, the secrets of the underworld have been exposed for so long, and countless forces have sent a large number of manpower to try to find a mysterious entrance to the underworld, so as to take advantage of the trade of the underworld; but so far, no force has achieved this goal.) ）

Then, they seized the welcome dinner of the Roland Empire, a good opportunity for the mysterious forces to be halfway achieved as long as they questioned the talent of the little dwarf in front of so many people.

As long as the little dwarf dares to agree to the so-called test, I believe that it will be exposed, but even if he finds a way to refuse, then the seeds of doubt will spread rapidly, and a large number of humans who don't want a little dwarf, who have won the highest honor of mankind, will stand up.

This plan has to be said to be very perfect, but they would not have thought that in the previous life of the little dwarf, although he hated the little white face, he hated the so-called literature, but there are always exceptions, such as this product greatly worships the ancestor of the dynasty.

Taizu's eighty-nine poems, this product can be memorized backwards, because this product believes that only these incomparably atmospheric things can be called poetry.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Modo, I'm sorry, this is our negligence, this person has a problem with his head, and he doesn't know how to sneak into the dinner scene to talk nonsense, please rest assured, I will take him away immediately. "His Majesty the Emperor's loyal dog finally reacted in time.

He took two strong guards and restrained the young nobleman, and then he planned to take him by force, no matter what, it was better than asking this guy to talk nonsense here.

But the little dwarf motioned for him to let go of the aristocratic young man, and then said, "I accept it, tell me your subject!"

Seeing that the goal was achieved, the aristocratic young man didn't bother to tidy up his messy clothes, and said directly: "Then ask Master Modo to compose a poem with an animal, if it is in the format of the Eastern Continent, of course, you can have half an hour to think about it." ”

I have to say that the idea of the aristocratic youth is too good, and a format of the Eastern Continent completely cuts off the possibility of plagiarism by the little dwarf; their power has long been analyzed, and the genius who was imprisoned by Modo will definitely not have works of this format to allow the little dwarf to plagiarize.

As for the harsh conditions or something, when they spread rumors, they can completely ignore this......

"Hahahaha!" It's just that the little dwarf's long smile on the sky suddenly made him feel bad.

Lord Modo stood up and clasped his hands behind his back, and because of the relatively high position of the main seat, he had the rare opportunity to look down on the aristocratic youth from a high position.

With this kind of pretending to look down to the extreme, Mo Duo spoke arrogantly: "For half an hour, you underestimate me too much, it's just a small poem in oriental format, I can come up with it in a few steps." ”

Then, under the watchful eye of all people, Modo took a step forward, a confident smile appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to come: "Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger." ”

Then he took three steps forward in a row, and said two sentences in his mouth: "Nourish the spirit under the green shadow tree, and I won't open my mouth first when spring comes." ”

At last he took a few more steps, and when he reached the seventh step, the last sentence blurted out: "Which worm dares to make a sound." ”

The main hall of ten thousand people was silent for a long time, and when the last thunderous sound sounded, the aristocratic youth collapsed to the ground like a mess of mud.