He went back to his (well, Medivan's) library, and gorgeously found her going through his notes. A wave of anger immediately rose in his heart, but considering the sting of being beaten by her and the punishment of Medivan, he held it back in his heart.

"What are you doing?" he still couldn't hide the acerbity in his tone.

Envoy Garona's fingers flicked elegantly across the paper. "Investigation. I know you're going to call this a spy?" she looked up with a frown, "and actually, I just wanted to get a glimpse of your daily life here. I omitted these details in my public presentation. Hope you don't mind. ”

How could I not mind, Khadgar said to himself, "Lord Medivan has instructed me to facilitate your actions as much as possible. But if I let you rummage around here, and then you are blown to pieces by the terrible magic that you turned out, he will be angry too. ”

Garona's face was expressionless, but Khadgar noticed her fingers off the paper, "I'm not interested in magic. ”

"The classic last words," said Khadgar, "do you need my help? Simply put, what do you want to look up? If you don't believe me, you can try it and see what comes out." ”

"I've heard of a book about the kings of Azeroth," she said, "and I'd like to ask for advice." ”

"Are you still literate?" Khadgar said, then said too harshly, "I'm sorry, I mean ......"

"That's right, surprise, I'm literate," Garona teased briefly, "and that's not all I've learned over the years. ”

Khadgar grimaced: "Fourth bookshelf, second row." It is a red-skinned gilt book. Garona immediately disappeared into the stacks of books, and Khadgar had a chance to sort through the scattered notes on his desk. If the orc gets permission to run around here, he'd better keep these notes in a safe place. At least they weren't the Parliament's unreadable ciphertext letters—and even Medivan wouldn't be happy to give her Egwene's Hymn.

His gaze was fixed on the decoded scroll. Although there is no danger of it being overturned at the moment, it is more appropriate to remove it as well.

Garona turned to Khadgar with an inquiring gaze as she held a thick tome in her hand. "That's right, this is it," the apprentice said.

"There is a little bit of human language...... Verbose," she said, placing the book on the table that had just been cleaned by Cadgari.

"That's just because we always have something to say," Khadgar smirked. I wonder if there are books in the orc culture. Do they really have a written word? It's obvious that they have a legal profession. But does that mean they really have knowledge?

"Hopefully I didn't take it too hard in the morning. "She's obviously joking. Because at that time, Khadgar spat out a front tooth in front of her. Perhaps these words were seen as some form of apology among the orcs.

"I couldn't feel better," Khadgar said, "and that's exactly what I needed." ”

Galona sat down and immediately buried herself in her book. Khadgar noticed that her lips read silently as she read a book. She suddenly flipped to the last few pages of the book. Focus on the new chapter on the reign of King Lane.

Now that the smell of gunpowder between the two had dissipated, he now realized that Garona was not the orc he had encountered before. She was much thinner and muscular, unlike the bulky and rude creatures he had encountered in the ruins of the robbed convoy. Her skin is smoother and closer to human. For the turquoise skin of the orcs, the hue is also brighter. The fangs are smaller. The eyes are also larger, more agile than the blood-red eyes of the orc warriors. He didn't quite know which of those differences were due in part to her humanoid blood, and which were due to her feminine physique. He didn't even know if the orcs he had fought before were men or women—but he wasn't in the mood to find out.

Well, actually, leaving aside that green skin, ugly fangs, brazen arrogance and hostility, she could almost be said to be an attractive person. Now she's in his library. Browsing through his books (okay, well, the library is Medivan's library, and the books are Medivan's books, but after all, the astral mage entrusted them to his care).

"Speaking of which, you are a messenger," he finally spoke, trying to make himself appear light-hearted and talkative, "I heard you were coming. ”

The orc nodded, still not taking his attention off the book.

"And who are you here on?"

Garona looked up. Khadgar caught a hint of anger under her thick eyebrows. Khadgar was quite happy that he had managed to annoy her, but at the same time he was not sure about the bottom line of the lady's temper. He didn't want to press too hard. lest you incur another fat beating or simply be fired by the Astral Mage.

Knowing each other has always been a weapon when he talks, so this time he will also try to gather information as much as possible. "I mean, if you're an envoy, then obviously somebody is going to give you instructions," he said. Someone behind you must be manipulating you, and you have to report back to that person. Who is this man?"

"If you ask your teacher, the old man will definitely sue you. Garona spoke fluently, but her look of boredom did not wane.

"That's for sure," Khadgar lied, "but I'm not so cheeky to ask him." That's why I'm here to ask you. Who is that person? Who gave you the right to go to you? Are you here to negotiate, or are you here to make demands, or is there something else?"

Garona closes the book (Khadgar feels a staged victory for successfully diverting her attention) and says, "Do humans all think the same thing?"

"If that's the case, the world is too boring," Khadgar said.

"I mean, are the opinions and opinions similar between people, do people always agree with their superiors?" the hostility in Garona's eyes seemed to disappear.

"Of course not," Khadgar said, "for many reasons, and in academic terms alone, just look at the number of books in the world to see how different people's views are." ”

"Well, you can understand the difference of opinion between the orcs," Garona said, "and the whole tribe is made up of countless clans, each with its own chieftain and war leaders of all ranks. Each orc belongs to their clan, and the orcs are mostly loyal to their respective clans and chieftains. (To be continued.) )