The sun was setting, and the tavern was deserted, except for Kevin and the Scout Leader, two guests, and a beautiful waitress wiping her glasses slowly. In order to save as much as possible, the lights in the other corners of the tavern were turned off, and two oil lamps were placed in front of Kevin and the reconnaissance team leader. Looking out of the light to the darkness, it was pitch black, but that was also the atmosphere of the tavern. The tavern here is mainly for the observation group to relieve stress, if it is too bright, it will be difficult to move your hands and feet.

"I don't know what you call it?" Kevin began. Although I felt the emotion, I could already try the synchronous illusion, but after all, when I met for the first time, I didn't know the depth of the other party, so I should slow down first.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kevin also took a closer look at the other side, an ordinary face, in his 40s, with a very clean beard, and neatly dressed all over his body, but he also seemed to be rigid, and the buttons of his shirt were buttoned to the top. He always wears a pair of black leather gloves on his hands, and he doesn't take them off even when he drinks from a wine glass.

It's not a problem to wear it, but it's a bit too serious in the tavern. Of course, it may also be that the other party has just arrived and is not used to it.

"Just call me Polis. The other party calmed down, replied casually, and then changed the topic, "It's still quite hard to have a meeting these days, right? And it is estimated that there will be no results in a short time." ”

"Not necessarily," Kevin replied, "and you'll have to talk about it." ”

"Actually, I'm curious, what are the interests of Lou Paule Kingdom here?" Polis was very direct, "Although there are abundant ore veins here, it also needs a considerable number of troops to defend it. The dark elves have planted a lot of trees around, and Lou Baole seems to have no one else except for a few of you. ”

"We are a military observer mission, and the main task is to observe, and I don't quite understand what other interests there are. Kevin wasn't going to tell the truth to the other party.

The other party just smiled and took a sip of wine: "Do you know? Negotiation is not all about negotiation at the negotiation table. When necessary, it is necessary to talk in private, and it is inconvenient to say a lot of things on stage, but it is more convenient to talk in private. ”

Kevin nodded: "Then after talking in private, just unify the voice on the stage, right?"

"Yes," replied the other party, "in short, we can put the price of both sides in private." ”

"But if you want to talk, why did you come and talk to me?" Kevin wondered, "what about Van Mill? What about Bradley?"

Polis smiled: "Bradley is a Juggernaut after all, and Van Mill has been sprayed by you a few times ago." I happened to see you drinking here alone today, so I'll come and have a look. ”

"What?" Kevin half-joked, "aren't you afraid I'll squirt you too?"

Polis laughed but didn't answer.

"But why did you come to me? For questions like international relations, you should come to our ambassador. Kevin replied.

Polis smiled: "But as far as I know, you have the final say on this side of the matter, and the ambassador is just working with you." ”

Kevin nodded: "You know a lot, so you can have the final say?"

Polis shook his head: "We usually need to have a meeting to decide. Even if it was urgent, it would have to be ordered by the old General Bradley. ”

"It doesn't matter if you say that. Kevin replied.

"Uh......" Boris didn't answer for a while.

"You want to talk in private, but you find someone who says it doesn't count?" Kevin asked rhetorically, "Are you here to find a squirt?"

"......" Polis's smile faded.

Kevin had already said to himself: "You said that Van Mill didn't come to negotiate because he was sprayed, and if you were also sprayed, does it mean that I can talk to someone who really has the final say?"

Polis was embarrassed for a moment, and could only reply, "Mr. Kevin, is really joking." ”

"I'm not kidding you," Kevin replied, "If it's in private, it's serious in itself, and if you say it's not counted, then what's the point of talking about?"

"At least I can do a relay. Polis replied.

"You guys are so powerful?" Kevin put down his glass, "Negotiation is first and foremost equal, and it has nothing to do with strength......

"Okay, okay," Polis interrupted hurriedly, "I can make decisions within the limited conditions, but if I go beyond the limit, then I have to go back to the meeting." ”

"So troublesome?" Kevin shook his head, "or I'll just have a meeting with you." ”

Polis: "......"

The two sides were embarrassed for a moment, and Polis could only speak again to break the silence: "Mr. Kevin seems to have no sincerity to talk about at all." ”

Kevin laughed: "First of all, you have to talk to me, not that I want to talk to you, and secondly, yesterday more than five hundred owls besieged my crows, can I understand that this is an act of war." ”

Boris's face gradually changed, obviously as an Imperial man, he was not used to speaking in a low voice all the time: "We are indeed besieging a crow, but how do you prove that this is your crow?

"My raven can speak. Kevin replied.

"What does that mean?" said Boris, dismissively, "a mage with a little bit of skill can even make mops and potted plants talk." ”

"You can scatter the circle. Kevin replied.

"That'...... Still can't say anything. Polis's confidence dropped slightly.

"Also, the Dark Elves can prove it. Kevin replied.

Polis was silent for a moment: "There is no need to continue this topic, you must prove that the crow is yours, and I can also prove that the crow is the necromancer." Do you believe it or not?"

Kevin, of course, understands that he himself just took a random skeleton and proved the Smitt people dead. If we really want to talk about evidence and fairness, we must first have a relatively fair judge, and the judge must also be above both parties. But it is a pity that there is no judge who is above the state, so fairness and justice here are themselves weapons of the other party.

"Actually, I don't really mind this siege," Kevin said, "More than five hundred owls failed to catch my crow, and this is the first time I've known that my crow has such a great ability. ”

"Hmph. Boris snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

"Have you ever wondered why this is happening?" Kevin asked, "Do you reflect after a fight?"

"It's just hiding through the dark elves' wood-based spells. Polis was dismissive.

"No," Kevin corrected, "it's not hiding, it's a joke." ”

Polis: "......"

"Am I right?" Kevin laughed, "If you hide, you won't come out if you hide." But he came out again and again, changed places again and again, and slipped away under your noses. Isn't that a joke?"

Polis had nothing to say and took a sip of his wine.

"I always thought that the empire was strong, and the empire was strong, but now it seems that it is average," Kevin taunted directly, "If you are not convinced, how about your owl and my crow fight each other?"

Polis fell silent, as if to gauge the fighting power of both sides.

Kevin continued, "One-on-one, my crow really hasn't been afraid of other birds. Last time, Robles's two owls used the wind blade to chase after them, but he still escaped. He's wise, and your owls don't have it. ”

"It doesn't need to," Polis finally retorted, "what wisdom does a bird need? With wisdom, it has to teach them ethics, and they become more difficult to manage, they can be lazy, they can lie, they will surrender." It will also cause huge social problems. ”

"You just don't have the power to teach them wisdom, do you?" said Kevin.

"Not capable, we are not?" Polis sneered, "We are all high-level demonic beasts, they are all controllable, within a certain range, and can exert greater effect of enlightened wisdom." Unlike you, it's uncontrollable, once one day the parrot rebels...... Hahaha!"

Kevin smiled: "Parrots rebel, just shoot them." However, the high-level demonic beasts have rebelled, and they may destroy half of the city. ”

"Our high-level demonic beasts have made a contract!"

"There's still a backlash to the contract. Kevin retorted.

"Hmph. Boris was disdainful, but couldn't find a rebuttal line for a while, so he sneered instead.

Kevin is still slow: "Wisdom also needs guidance, and with wisdom, you can learn new skills on your own." The combat effectiveness has been greatly improved. Even if your unintelligent owl is painted golden, it is just a golden rooster. ”

"You don't know how terrible my owl is!" Polis finally couldn't help it, "Do you know the feathering technique?"

Kevin was stunned for a moment, but then showed disdain: "What is it?

"What is the feathering technique? You don't even understand, that is, planting the feathers of other magical beasts on the owl and letting it change its moult!" Polis told Kevin Science, "Why do you think it is golden? That's because the feathers on its body are high-level magical beast fiery red golden eagle feathers." ”

"Isn't the red eagle an eagle more than 2 meters tall, and the feathers are thick and wide enough to fit on an owl?" Kevin didn't believe it, "You're funny." ”

"It was plucked from infancy!" replied Polis.

"Impossible!" Kevin still didn't believe it, "how precious the scarlet golden eagle is, if you are stripped of its feathers at a young age, you will not survive." You're killing a scarlet eagle for an owl? Are you funny?"

"Listen," said Borris, knocking on the table, "plucking the hair at an early age, and don't have to strip it all off!

"Is this hair all alive?" asked Kevin.

"Of course it's dead!" replied Boris, "but since it was planted, the owl has grown in strength, flying much faster than usual, and having magic resistance. ”

"Are all the planted hairs dead?" Kevin confirmed.

"Nonsense," replied Boris, "you still want an owl to raise the feathers of a high-level demonic beast? ”

"Since it's dead, why don't you just shave the owl feathers, and then make a garment out of the golden eagle and put it on?" Kevin asked.

Polis: "......"

"Where can an owl afford to dress himself?" Polis couldn't help but shout.

"That's still a matter of wisdom, with wisdom, you don't need any hair planting technology at all, just wear equipment. Kevin spread his hands. Saying that, I was also thinking about what equipment the crow should wear, but it would be more uncomfortable to wear something while wearing a feather. And if he shaved first, he ......

Polis thought for a moment, "Even if they are wise, their claws are inconvenient, and they cannot wear clothes. The clothes have to be specially made, and it is convenient to plant hair. ”

"Perhaps," Kevin said no longer in this regard, "but if your owl is just flying fast, it won't be my crow opponent." ”

"Do you really think my owl is just a feather?" said Boris, who was snorting today.

"Isn't it?" said Kevin, provocatively.

"Not only does it grow its feathers, it also grows its claws!" said Boris, explaining how to plant its claws and how powerful the owl is. The planted claws are not Warcraft's, they are actually metal, and how powerful the metal craft is.

"Do I need to be planted? Wouldn't it be enough to bring a nail cover?" asked Kevin.

"I'll tell you, growing feathers and nails isn't what this owl really does," Polis finally broke the news, "and the key is its brain." ”

"Could it be that its brain is also planted?" Kevin was surprised.

"No, the brain is embedded with a magic crystal!" Polis replied, "You should know that high-level magical beasts will have some hedrons in their brains, and we have surgically embedded the hedrons into the owl's brains in reverse. That's what's really scary about it. ”

"Is a brain blockage so scary?" Kevin taunted.

"You...... You're really ......," Boris was angry, "and with this, it will be able to cast spells on its own! ”

"Wouldn't this thing be solved with a magic weapon?" Kevin retorted, "A slightly better magic necklace or ring, hang it around its neck, and you can put spells if you want." ”

Polis: "......"

"Do you still need to have a craniotomy? After all, it's all caused by lack of intelligence, and besides, what is the success rate of this surgery? I'm afraid it's not high?" Kevin asked in passing.

Somehow, Polis said without even thinking about it: "0.3%." ”