"You just let him go?"

"Do you know how much effort we put into this moment?!"

"You're going to let him swagger away like that!"

......

In the mage district of Stormwind City, a room in the Blue Hermit Inn was noisy from the past.

Angry, Hagra's eyes widened with rage, and if it weren't for his brother Hagarin's obstruction, he would have rushed up and tore the elf apart.

Compared to the archmage's irritability, Lanlos was much calmer, a trace of disgust that was not deliberately concealed flashed across his face, and his tone was full of sharp sarcasm: "Spend energy? ”

"It's been a few months, and you've spent so much manpower and material resources, but you haven't even found a single hair of Medivan. ”

"Now that people have taken the initiative to appear, you have sprinkled the resentment that you can't find ready-made on me?" The elven mage's face became more and more cold, and the staff hanging in the air in his hand also emerged with a faint but powerful aura that could not be ignored, "Do you really think I am a soft persimmon?"

People are good and are bullied, Lan Luos has long understood the meaning of this sentence, and in the face of the repeated persecution of this archmage, he really can't bear it.

Hagra was speechless and opened his mouth, trying to say something but never being able to say anything. Don't forget, although the current Lanloth has only been in contact with the Seven Rings Demon Net for only a year, he is also a high-level spellcaster, as long as he accumulates a little more prestige, he can also be honored as an archmage.

And his strength is obvious to all, coupled with the good relationship between the high-ranking councilors and him, Hagra really does not have the courage to go toe-to-toe with him.

After all, even if he fights Lanloth, this matter is a foregone conclusion. And because of the problem of seniority, if you win, it's okay, at most you will be infamous for being old and disrespectful, and if you lose, you will ......

Seeing that the other party was silent, Lan Luos shook his head slightly, without giving him time to think about it, and immediately waved his arm, and an imperceptible arcane light appeared on his body, which was the unique and powerful magic mark left by the Guardian last night when he cast the Instant Human Immobilization Technique.

"He has more power than you and I can compete with, force him? Hmph, joke. ”

Although Medivan does not have full control over the power of the Guardian in her body for the time being, there is no doubt that it is never wise to go toe-to-toe with a Guardian.

But in Hagra's view, this completely changed the taste.

"Bringing back the Guardian is the task of all members of the Arcane Society, if you are greedy for life and afraid of death, then you should not come to this troubled water!"

"Hehe, it's so beautiful, I almost applauded you, uncle. Having said that, Lanros's sarcastic smile was hardly too slender, "Can you get on?" ”

"You ......" Hagra was about to say something, but Hagarin, who had been silent next to him, stopped him first. In the face of his brother's obstruction, he gritted his teeth, but still forced himself to sit back.

Sighing helplessly, Hagarin turned his head and said in a consultative tone, "Lanloth, the purpose of our coming here today is not to argue with you. ”

"This mission is very important for all of us, and although Hagra is in a hurry, after all, he also wants to give an explanation to the Secret Law Society as soon as possible. ”

It has to be said that Hagarin not only looks old in appearance, he is much more mature than his brother when it comes to emotional intelligence.

"Since I have agreed to the assignment of the Secret Festival, then I will naturally complete it, so you don't have to worry about it. Grabbing the wine glass on the table and taking a sip, Lanlos replied perfunctorily as he carefully felt the sweetness of the cider soaking into his mouth and the pleasure of the hot alcohol sliding down his throat.

Such an appearance of oil and salt not entering, really made Hagra angry. However, after all, the archmage had also been in the noble circle of Stormwind for so many years, and at least when it came to communication, he had to admit that his brother was better at it than himself.

"Looks like you already have a plan. Glancing at Hagra, who was borrowing to drink to relieve his sorrows, Hagarin quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his stool and sat directly next to Lanloth, "Let's hear it, we and the entire Secret Festival are ready to support at any time." ”

"I'm sorry. Gently placing the wine glass on the table, Lan Luos's eyes fell on the door of the room, and at some point, a slender blue figure appeared in the sight of several people, "The number of people in this plan is enough." ”

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"How?"

After finally sending away the two oil bottles who insisted on 'helping', Lanlos sat down on the soft couch with his ass and sighed for a long time, not forgetting to ask Terle, who was sipping cider at the table.

Speaking of which, this low-alcohol alcohol is very cheap, but because of the unique geographical advantages of the Elwin Forest, the fruit produced is sweet and moist, which can be called the most in the eastern continent. Even Queldore, who has always been above the top, often imports large quantities to the Stormwind Kingdom, which is enough to reflect its charm.

"Your message is right, Karazan has launched a large-scale recruitment ...... in the surrounding area" Tyre put down her wine glass, but as she turned her head, a blush on her cheeks completely broke her cold temperament.

"Is there anything on my face?" Seeing Lanros staring at him with a wicked smile, Tyré frowned and stopped reporting.

Immediately shaking his head, Lanlos immediately denied: "No, no, nothing, you continue." ”

Generally speaking, dragons have a considerable physique even if they incarnate as mortals, but there are exceptions to everything. Although Terrey's physique is not weak, it is strange that her body reacts very significantly to alcohol.

After all, Dalaran is a mage's holy place, and alcohol is equivalent to a chronic poison for mages. Chaotic brains can't control arcane art, but that doesn't stop mages from loving alcohol.

For this reason, a number of magically processed caster's brews have been created, which, while the taste has not changed, has an alcohol content that is almost equal to 0.

But this is Stormwind, how can there be so much attention?

Not to mention, although Terrey's natural beauty is indeed never tired of seeing, it is difficult for people to have any reverie with a straight face all the time, and now this red glow on her face has added a little amazing charm.

“...... It is certain that Karazhan is indeed ready to invite the nobles of the surrounding territories to a party, as you say. ”

"This is really the best chance to get into Karazhan. ”

Although she felt a burst of dizziness, Terry still didn't realize that it was the effect of alcohol, but thought it was caused by the fatigue of these days, and changed to a comfortable position to sit on the soft couch, and even the cold eyes on weekdays gradually became blurred, like a fairy who fell into the mortal dust, a little more angry.

"Although the magic mark on the invitation is very complicated, if you give me time, I can quickly crack it. ”

As she spoke, Terré took out two envelopes stained with pitch-black feathers from her waist bag, and when she felt it carefully, it was not difficult to see that a very subtle magic continued to flow on the feathers in a subtle trajectory.

Getting up and walking to the other party's side, Lanlos carefully removed the envelope, but just glanced at it and threw it into the space bag, and his mocking gaze fell on the lovely man in front of him who was about to lose his eyes.

A growing sense of lethargy hits, and Terré obviously realizes that something is wrong: "What did you do to me?"

"I—didn't do anything?" didn't mean to lie, after all, Terry had drunk the wine herself, and Lanros had only slightly increased the alcohol content.

That's right, just 'slightly'.

"You're just tired, get some sleep. Lanros's soft-spoken voice seemed to be infused with magic, and under the inaudible voice, Tyre's long, fluttering eyelashes finally calmed down.

Seeing that the other party's breathing became stable and regular, the corners of Lan Luos's mouth suddenly rose high, and with the current situation, I have to say that this smile is really evil......