Kevin didn't choose to resist, not that he couldn't resist at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWith the strength of the sixth-order master of the small spoon, he basically crushed the ordinary soldiers, and in the ordinary small country, the sixth-order master can be ranked on the top. Although this kind of chariot has first-class defense, it is not flexible enough, and it is still possible for her to escape alone, of course, depending on the level of the generals here.

It's just that even if the little spoon escapes, the others will basically hang here. And Kevin and the others are originally neutral, once they do it, they can't say clearly, so let's follow them obediently.

The interpreter said that it was a good reception, but it was true that he did not move roughly, not even tied up, but disarmed them, and the three cars were detained and dragged forward with ropes, while Kevin and the others sat back in their cars. said that it was disarmed, but it was only to take away the swords and staffs, and the arrows in the car, but there was no body search, and the darts on the little spoon were still there, and it was estimated that there were other things on the light and dark elves.

When they met for the first time, although it was only a few words, Kevin already felt that the other party was unprofessional. Could it be that the other party is really so peaceful and friendly to the neutral party? Or is it confident and powerful, and he is not worried that Kevin will play tricks? Then at least check the documents and the like, but since the other party doesn't even know where Lou Baole Guo is, most of the documents can't be understood.

"What now, should you ask the parrot to negotiate with the ambassador?" Sain asked, the same few people in the car, but they no longer controlled the direction.

"I guess it's quite troublesome to negotiate," Kevin frowned, turning his head and asking the two light elves, "What about you, what means do you have to contact your ambassador?"

Waldler was a little embarrassed: "It can be, it's ...... The price is somewhat high. ”

Kevin didn't ask much, it was probably special magic, he just analyzed: "If we find the ambassador at the same time and attack the rebels together, it is theoretically possible to release us back." But it may also be that the other party thinks we are a bargaining chip, but they hold it tighter. ”

"But no matter what, there should be no danger to our lives," Kevin continued, "as long as we don't provoke them, even the Light Priest is still useful to them." ”

The female light elf Strina just nodded.

Kevin also had to thank him: "This time, thanks to your identity, I personally have some prejudices about the Church of Light, but I also have to admit that the healing ability of the Light Spell is first-class." His Bright Pastor who walked on the battlefield with the purpose of saving lives is also worthy of respect. ”

Strina gave a rare smile: "As long as you sincerely repent, God will definitely forgive you." ”

"No, even so, I still think God is. Kevin replied, seeing that Strina was trying to debate, he hurriedly stopped to change the subject, "By the way, do you know Lane Imperial Chinese?"

Waldler took over the topic: "A little bit better, but not skilled." ”

Then the two ridiculed the imperial Chinese language, do you know how to say this? How to say that? The two chatted vigorously, and on the side, Strina still wanted to debate the Light Doctrine, but unfortunately she couldn't interject.

The sun was setting, the moon was rising, and the sky was dark. The convoy of water tanks drove all the way from the plains to the mountains, but what puzzled Kevin and the others was that they didn't turn on their lights.

At first, Kevin thought that they might be hiding for the dark out of tactical necessity. It wasn't until they put torches in the front of the car that they realized they didn't know how to use the lights at all. Kevin never believed that the Empire's advanced chariots would have no lights, and his oldest catapults had them, but they couldn't use them.

"Would you like to turn on the headlights and shake them?" Kevin asked.

"Are you going to observe the rebels here?" asked Sain.

"With that in mind," Kevin replied, "there were already the first people from the government army to observe the group, and we might gain more from looking at it from a different angle." ”

"Will they start worshipping us when they turn on the lights?" Sain was optimistic.

"If it really goes this way, then it's easy to do. As he spoke, Kevin saw that no one objected, and immediately turned on the headlights.

Usually the magic array wants to emit strong light, and basically only light spells, but light spells are controlled by the church and are less circulated. And in order to continue to glow for a long time, normal light spells must also be improved. But if it's just to glow, vindictiveness can also do it, and Kevin's catapult was originally the professor's cup as a headlight, and the effect was also good.

Today, of course, the car has improved a lot more, and the glow is more stable and brighter. Two pillars of light shot out, instantly illuminating the distance of more than 30 meters in front, and the light of the torches around them suddenly looked like candles. The convoy stopped instantly, and it was obvious that the discussion in the nearby cars could be heard, and the tone seemed to be very surprised, but the specific content could not be understood.

Kevin had to sigh: "It's a big trouble to have different languages, and it's inconvenient to talk about it." ”

"You can spray translation. Sain proposed.

Kevin shook his head: "There is a layer in the middle, and the effect is far from good." ”

As he spoke, the translator had already stood up again: "What is this?"

"It's a car head!" Kevin had to give them a common sense introduction.

"What are the lights?" the interpreter asked.

Kevin even suspected that the word "headlight" might not be in their kobold language, and had to say it again: "It's the light on the car!"

"Oh. The interpreter finally understood, and hurriedly turned back to discuss with the leader, the leader muttered a few more words, and the translator turned back and asked, "Is this car lamp for sale?"

Kevin: The "......" conversation was so jumpy that Kevin couldn't keep up.

"What's wrong, how much does it cost?" asked the translator again.

Kevin said, "Can I get in your car and have a look?"

"No!" the translator flatly refused.

"Why?"

"We don't let it. "There may be a specific reason for the translation.

However, Kevin estimated that this was the Empire's means of preventing leaks, and he still tried to fight for it: "Even if you buy my car lights, you won't install them! I want to see the internal structure of your car before I can sell it to you." ”

The interpreter hurriedly muttered to the leader again, and then the interpreter replied, "We'll talk about this later." When you get back, our leader asks you to go to his room in the middle of the night and have a good chat in bed. ”

Kevin: "......"

"If you don't want to, our leader can come to your bed. The translator continued.

"No, I will obey. Kevin could only reply, and then retracted into the cabin. I told everyone about the conversation just now, and everyone was surprised. There is a lot of fear about the kobold culture, especially Kevin, who is uneasy.

After another hour or so, the convoy finally entered a small city, surrounded on three sides by mountains and steep terrain with towers, apparently the main defensive position of the opposing side. As the convoy entered, torches lit up throughout the mountain pass, and many kobolds came out to welcome them, and Kevin and the others also turned off their lights and got out of the car to wait for placement.

The kobolds were chattering a lot, looking very excited, singing and dancing, and a bonfire was immediately lit in the middle, but they couldn't understand what to say.

After a long time, the crowd dispersed, and the convoy was parked on the side, chaotic and tidy, but the kobold in the car did not seem to plan to get out of the car, so he spent the night in the car. Only the leader and interpreter got out of the car.

The translator spoke: "I haven't introduced it yet, this is the commander of our chariot regiment. Then he said the name, but the name was too long, and it was not a familiar language, and Kevin was stunned to remember it.

"I'm Kevin," Kevin casually introduced, "Where are we staying tonight?"

"Please come with us. The translator and the regiment commander led the way, and just smeared all the way to a fairly tall three-story building, "This is our original city lord's mansion, you can't live in ordinary houses, and the door is too small for you to climb in." Just stay here. ”

"It's so dark, don't they light the lamp?" Sain grumbled, but the kobold couldn't understand what he said.

Little Spoon looked around and analyzed it with the professional eye of an assassin: "I think the guards here are really weak." It doesn't feel hard for me to get in and out. ”

Kevin reminded: "Don't be too careless, it's still a public place here, be careful that others can understand." ”

Waldler smiled: "This is also too careful, people who don't even know where Lou Pauler Country is, it is impossible to understand Lou Pauler's Chinese." ”

As a result, the dark elves immediately retorted: "What if they pretend not to understand?"

"You two should also take a break," Kevin had to intervene again, "Dark Elves, your temper is relatively more grumpy, I hope you will also restrain yourself." Don't forget, it's not you Dark Elves who are so polite to us because others know Pastor Light. ”

The dark elves had nothing to say, and walked alone at the rear.

The front-row interpreter turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Kevin replied, "Oh, we're wondering why there are candles on the kobolds at the airport and none of you have any candles?"

The translator smiled: "Candles are only needed if they live underground all year round, and we don't need them anymore!"

"Oh, then why do you live on the earth?" asked Kevin, as he continued.

"Because it is God's will for the shaman to let us live on earth. The translator replied.

"Who are you shamans?" Kevin asked again.

"He is a great prophet, the embodiment of wisdom, and the spokesman of God," the interpreter said with great praise, "and he is right to hear him." ”

Turn the corner and there will be a row of rooms on the side. Even if it is claimed to be the place where the city lord lives, Kevin and the others have to bend down slightly to cross the threshold, and when they go in, they see that the furniture is quite complete, there are beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, etc., but they are all one size smaller. But it barely worked.

"There is one room for one person here, and a few of them are guests, so we will definitely entertain them," the interpreter said warmly, "It's late today, everyone should rest early." ”

After the head of the regiment and the interpreter finished speaking, they walked out. Kevin simply followed: "It's almost midnight, I'll go with you." ”

The little spoon on the side hurriedly took a step: "Do you want to protect?"

Kevin didn't refuse: "It depends, but don't alarm others." ”

The interpreter was very happy when he heard that Kevin was coming immediately, and immediately led Kevin to the largest bedroom in the building. As soon as the door opened, the colorful soft light was revealed in an instant, Kevin was shocked, and when he looked at it, he saw that the room was full of all kinds of crystal stones, red, blue, yellow and green, all of which were available, and the varieties were complete.

There is no need for a lamp in the room, and the natural light emitted by these gemstones is enough to illuminate it, just dazzling to the eyes. The furniture in the room is also magnificent, and the bed is several times larger.

The head of the regiment spoke, and the translator then translated: "We are close to the mine here, and there are still more spars of all kinds, and the value is far less expensive than abroad. Actually, this thing is nothing here. There are more ores, and they naturally glow, but in fact, compared to the king, I am still far from here. ”

Kevin nodded, "Can you fall asleep in the middle of the night?"

"I can sleep under a covers. The head of the regiment replied.

The kobold leader took off his coat and shoes, and got under the covers, then lifted a corner and seemed to signal Kevin to come in as well.

Kevin tightened his belt, then took off his shoes as well, and just got into it and lay sideways beside him: "I respect your culture, but I'm still curious, what does that mean?"

Suddenly, the translator also came in, and the two kobolds sandwiched Kevin in the middle, and Kevin subconsciously changed to a flat lying position. Thankfully, the kobold didn't seem to make any further moves.

The regimental commander spoke, in a small voice, and the interpreter then translated: "Do you know? Actually, we used to be slaves. ”

"Slaves have no freedom, when I was a child, I was mining all day long, from morning to night, without rest, endless work. The only happiest time is when you lie in bed and sleep. These situations may be unimaginable to you, but they are true. ”

"We slaves will also whisper to each other, and we will also vent our emotions, but it is only in the bed that we dare to curse quietly. We have found our true friends, true brothers, and true happiness in the bed, and even though we are no longer slaves, I am already the head of the regiment, but I feel that we still cannot forget our past. ”

"So in this way, as one of the bases for identifying who our true brothers are, it may not be very accurate, but we believe in this," the regimental leader said very solemnly, and he was full of tears when he recalled the past, "I know that I am abrupt, don't talk about you Terrans, even kobold Terrans have no similar culture. If you insist on not coming in, we won't force it, but you're not our real brother after all. ”

Kevin nodded as he listened, not saying a word.

"And do you feel our sincerity now?" the kobold asked.

Kevin nodded: "Yes, I feel it." ”

"Do you feel anything other than sincerity?"

"Uh...... Your quilt is so short, my feet are so cold. Kevin replied honestly.