Of course, the summons are not issued by the royal family, and they can lay eyeliner in every position, and no other force can do it except Deep Valley City. Pen ~ Fun ~ Cabinet www.biquge.info This is an invitation from Chancellor of the Exchequer Evan Hall.

Walking out of the underground passage leading to the Royal Theatre, Odin took off his clown costume, changed into a warlock's gray robe, and pulled down his hood. Led by a cross-dressed waiter, you will come to a tavern.

Tucked away two blocks from the slums, the tavern was unremarkable, with candlelight faintly peeking through the cracks in the narrow wooden doors—from the outside, it looked like an ordinary dwelling. On the door beam of the tavern, there is a sign that reads "Fun in Wind and Thunder Town" - indicating that this is a tavern with a lot of money and a precious source of wine.

Odin's hearing was unusual, and before he pushed the door open, he could already hear the conversation inside, and could even see people's movements through the cracks in the door.

"Interesting. He thought to himself.

Odin pushed open the door and sat down at a table in the middle of the tavern, watching a wonderful woman in tulle play the harpsichord on stage. Eighty-key pianos are rare, and the ivory keys and delicate wood ornaments are already worth a lot. The music gradually becomes elaborate and gorgeous, from a minuet to a rondo, to a small sonata.

At that moment, a young woman sat down next to Odin.

The woman had a fair-skinned and delicate countenance, her plump breasts looming under the tulle, pink preserves could almost be seen, copper kettles and candlelight were plated on her smooth marble hands, and golden wine flowed from the jugs like a clear spring.

"Your Excellency, please, Sir Hale will be here later. The woman said softly.

"Ah, the people of the Deep Valley are so rich that they are so rich—it takes fifty years for the ice wine of Wind and Thunder to come out of a cellar, and Mr. Evan is so grateful that he still has to greet a countryman like me. ”

Odin took a sip of the frost wine, and in fact he couldn't drink the so-called delicacy, but it was even more interesting to observe the people around him—these chattering and laughing wine buyers were all personal servants of the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Looks like there's going to be a good show tonight.

"Yes, my lord, let the light, the wind, and the rain temper the sweetness of the grapes, and when the fruit is ripe, a heavy snowfall will make these little treasures frost on the vines, and then crush and ferment, and finally turn into golden droplets—this kind of good fortune will indeed take fifty years to meet!"

The beautiful maid pretended not to understand Odin's words, and leaned on the gray-robed warlock, her soft lips close to his ear, and said something incoherent.

Odin simply leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and sneered: "Little beauty, is Lord Hall risking to invite me out of the Rigoletto's house just to taste wine and have a relationship with you?"

The maid leaned closer, and the proud deep groove almost touched Odin's arm: "Ah, my lord, you are so boring—"

In the midst of this ambiguity, a detachment of heavily armed guards kicked open the door of the tavern, blocked the exit, and surrounded the drinkers in their seats.

"We have credible evidence that you are planning a coup d'état! Now it is better not to act rashly, but to crouch down against the wall with your head in your hands - the sword in our hand does not have eyes!" ordered the captain of the guard.

The maid beside the gray-robed warlock pretended to tremble with fear, staggered to her feet, and fell towards one of the guards—but in front of her was the cold blade of the sword. The maid pulled out her dagger from the belt and stabbed the guard in the eye, and the guard spun and jumped away, placing the sword on the woman's neck!

The lazy and lazy drinkers around them instantly changed their expressions, and they all drew their swords and daggers to confront the surging guards!

In an instant, the calm tavern was divided into two sides—guards on one side, grim-looking fake drinkers on the other, all holding their breath and fighting at the slightest friction.

The gray-robed warlock, who sat in the center of the tavern, slowly got up and raised his hands in surrender. He smiled characteristically.

These guards, who burst in out of the blue, without signing up for a number, and without saying a word, turned the hat of plotting a coup d'état -- really as interesting as the fake drinkers.

If it were the royal family, these so-called "conspirators" would have already been splashed with blood on the spot.

If it were the will of the Sanctuary - then the people who would come would be monks, Templars, or even faceless inquisitors.

So who is it that came? Odin tried not to observe the spiritual sea of these people, and reasoned to find the answer.

Such a bluff must be a person who wants to gain more leverage in negotiations.

"If we continue to play like this, we won't be able to talk about this cooperation. It's better for everyone to be open and honest and come out and take a picture first. The Grey-robed Warlock said with a smile. His words were like a little spark that fell into an iron bucket full of oil.

One of the guards rushed forward, pointing the tip of his sword straight at Odin, and his actions misled the fake drinkers, and one of them jumped onto the table, rolled over and jumped down, and the sharp knife instantly slashed the guard's arm.

More of the pretenders crossed the line of confrontation, moving as nimble as monkeys, scattering the guards who surrounded them with great speed, using short swords and daggers to sneak up on the dim light.

The delicate balance is upset, and the two sides are locked in a scuffle. The sound of swords and daggers intertwined endlessly, and the tables and chairs were smashed, but no one was killed.

The battle continued into the middle of the night, when the two sides fought so hard that the menorah was kicked to the ground, the planks were burned and trampled out, and finally the whole space was plunged into darkness, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Odin skillfully dodged all the attacks, and a fire lit up in his palm—and then he saw a man walk in through the firelight.

The man was tall and cloaked, but it couldn't hide his square silhouette. He lifted his hood to reveal lake-blue eyes and silver hair—it was Justice Nikolai Gluck!

He raised his hand to give the order, and the guards stopped attacking, and the tavern fell silent again.

From the other side of the fire, the bearded, well-dressed Chancellor of the Exchequer, Evan Hall, walked in and stopped his pretenders.

Odin looked at these two dignitaries who were well versed in the art of power, and not only laughed out loud.

"It's a collaboration—" He slapped the table with one hand, and the only sound in the tavern was his laughter and the sound of the table pounding, "And you, actually playing tricks on each other, hahaha!

When the words fell, no one was silent, the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Chief Justice had gloomy faces, and the guards and mercenaries around them did not dare to make a sound.

"You don't speak—then I'll speak for you. Odin smiled, picked up a silver candlestick, lit a flame in his palm, lit it, and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Let's start with you, Lord Gluck-I can't blame you, after all, unlike the ostracized Ice Soul and the Deep Valley, White City is also a supporter of the current king and a member of the Four-City Alliance. Joining the hostile camp is a great risk for you. ”

Odin said word by word, and he was the only one in the entire tavern exposed to the light, and the dense figures were hidden in the darkness, silent.