MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 92

After all, Derek didn't insist that you can kill or cut whatever you want. He was speechless for a moment, saying that manpower can be provided, but it's not something that a mere branch leader can handle. He must call a few other frontier leaders to come together Talk—that's what it means in translation.

An Xu looked at him, wondering what else he could do.

Derek's tricks are very old-fashioned. It is nothing more than sending out invitations, inviting Anxu to the banquet the next night, and getting the new commander to get acquainted with the leaders of the small group here, at least that's what he said. Those present included the new Commander, Earl Anna, Derek, the head of the Knights of Glory, plus the barbarian leader and the abbot of the Bungalow Abbey.

"The barbarians in the north are brave and good at fighting, and they are also familiar with the climate of the Northland. Their power should not be underestimated." Derek said, "The Vengalo line of defense is close to the holy city of Alingu, and most of the local people are devout believers, even the Knights of Glory When you are unscathed, you have to act according to the face of the monastery, please be very careful, Lord Earl."

"My lord, the people who secretly slandered the royal capital and stirred up xenophobia disappeared recently, but some people have started to act more secretly and connect up and down. I am afraid that this banquet will not be well-attended." The vanguard of Nightingale's Throat reported secretly.

"Lord Earl, those of us staying behind are ready to defend against the enemy, please bring the guards of Lord Roland..." Charlotte said.

"What? The prime minister's guard? Where did it come from?" An Xu asked.

"According to Ms. Flora, the two supernatural beings who sent you the letter have not left since then. They have come to the Bungalow defense line together with them. These two people have been outside your account for the past few days." Charlotte said helplessly. He said, "It should have been written in Lord Roland's letter."

"I thought it was a newly recruited servant." An Xu laughed, only then did he remember that it happened. At the beginning, all her attention was on Chris's character design, and she didn't care much about other parts. Anyway, she could leave it to others to prepare. The memory of the divinely favored is good or bad, but you still have to be reminded of the things you don't care about before you can remember them.

"By the way, are there any cases of nobles poisoning each other in history?" An Xu asked.

"Although it's not common, there are indeed poisonous supernatural beings who can poison people through punctured wounds." Charlotte nodded seriously.

"That's the only way? How about poisoning the food?"

"Poison-type abilities can poison food, but that's only effective for ordinary people without abilities." Charlotte replied, "For most noble alphas with abilities, it's uncomfortable at best, So this kind of poisoning only happens between noble omegas and lovers."

"I remember that some flowers, plants, birds and animals are also poisonous, so how about using these poisons?"

"The venom of alien beasts requires the operation of the crystal nucleus to harm the supernatural beings, and after death, the remaining venom on their bodies can only be effective on ordinary people."

No, it means ordinary flowers and plants... Forget it. Think about it, too, in a world where medicine and poison are not separated, and even the most superficial treatment methods are not delved into, of course, it is not possible to study whether ordinary flowers and plants are poisonous.

In this way, An Xu felt relieved.

She took Lydia and Chris, put on a baggy dress (so that she could eat with her belly open), and wandered off to the dinner party like an outing.

The dinner was held in a big tent, which looked even more luxurious than the "Lord Earl's residence". The tables and chairs, the decorations, and the people inside all look brand new. An Xu walked in, looked at Derek, and suddenly had the illusion that his camp had been upgraded and the artist had changed.

Derek, the branch leader, no longer wears a set of tattered armor. He wears full body armor (even the neck armor). The silver armor has a gold frame on the edge, and it will definitely blind the enemy's eyes in the sun. . An Xu stared at his petal-shaped armplates carved with complicated and dark patterns, and then looked at the exquisite patterns on the breastplate, and asked abruptly, "Where's your helmet?"

Derek prepared a bunch of reasons to explain the luxurious armor, but Count Anna didn't expect this to be the one to ask. He had no choice but to reply with a clumsy joke: "Of course you can't wear a helmet at the banquet, otherwise where would the food come from?"

"Helmet, put it on and show me." An Xu said, "Turn around."

There was a rude haha ​​at the banquet, and the bareheaded barbarian leader laughed at the scene, as did the few barbarians he brought. Derek's face froze, feeling teased.

Is it just a demonstration of this level? Hehe, just wait a little longer... The head of the branch thought viciously in his heart, hurriedly buckled the helmet on his head, took it off in less than a second, and forced his mouth at Earl Anna. "Now is not the time to appreciate the armor." He said with a dry smile, "The banquet is about to begin, please hurry up and take your seat!"

Earl Anna still looked at the griffin helmet in his hand, and nodded absently, not knowing what he was thinking.

She was led to sit down on the main seat, which was at the end of the long table and the farthest from the exit of the tent. Chris sat on her left, Lydia on her right, and two guards stood behind her. Sitting on one side of the long table were all barbarians with bald heads and tattoos. The leader of them was named Cladin. The bulging muscles on his shoulders were bigger than his head, and his coat could be torn apart by the movement of his clothes. On the other side sat priests in black robes, the head of which was purple-clothed and purple-hatted. Her clothes and rings indicated her bishop status. Derek introduced her as Bishop Suzanne of Bungalow.

At the other end of the long table, opposite An Xu, sat Derek in luxurious armor. After introducing each other, the knight began to say some nonsense, as if this was really a banquet that only needed food, drink and merrymaking. An Xu went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear noncommittally, his eyes fixed on the door behind Derek and the person who came in with the dishes.

This weird banquet kicked off like this.

Food was served in trays, and troubadours sang traditional folk songs around the tables. The priests bowed their heads for a lengthy pre-dinner prayer, ignoring the new commander beyond an initial reserved nod. The barbarians laughed and joked in their local dialect like no one else was there, but they couldn't understand because of An'an, and they spoke dirty and obscene language in their mouths. Derek, who can be called the leader's right-hand man in the Knights of Glory, put on the heavy armor he only equipped in important ceremonies and battles, and smiled as if nothing had happened, although Chris knew that this vengeful man had already He hated Count Anna who asked him to wear a helmet like a monkey.

As for the person who issued the "wear a helmet" order like a horse, she was thinking just now: "It's so beautiful, I don't know how Chris would wear this suit."

Chris sighed silently.

The two supernatural beings sent by the prime minister stood behind them. They probably had been specially trained to read minds, repeating unrelated words in their minds. Ascetic Lydia poked her fork at the berries on her plate with her empty eyes, wondering if some solution plus some solution would kill the evil in the wound. Ann ate non-stop, playing the food in his mind like a slide show. After he tasted it, he added background music, inexplicable light circles and flying bubbles to some, and added a bright red × to others. If there is any plan in this person's mind, Chris himself doesn't believe it.

The priest closest to him was full of contempt, and the nearest barbarian female alpha was filled with obscene scenes that made Chris couldn't help frowning. The content was about her and the only omega in the table. Only these people are within the detectable range of his mind-reading ability, and what he reads is quite vague. Sometimes Chris feels that his second ability is really tasteless.

"Are you full?" Ann said vaguely.

Chris nodded and put down his knife and fork. He didn't put his mind on eating, and what he read just now turned his appetite off. An shook his head regretfully, probably wanting to say that he ate too little and couldn't speak much due to the stutter in his mouth.

The fat steak of ice fish belly, with herbs and salt, wrapped in a layer of cheese and grilled, tender and juicy, fat but not greasy. Ground pork with wild onions and spices, kneaded into balls, fried and poured with sauce, and served with sweet and sour greenberries, sweet and delicious, it looks simple and tastes good! I really miss the lion head in my hometown restaurant.

— That's what Chris couldn't resist reading again.

The throbbing temples warned him that he had reached the limit of his mind-reading ability. Chris regretted that he used his ability to read recipes, but who knew that people who ventured to a dangerous banquet were always thinking about this? The knight remembered that when he fed the hungry little poor many years ago, the food he saw through Ann's eyes seemed to be more delicious than in reality.

The memory relaxes Chris a little inappropriately.

Earl Anna swiftly took some of what she wanted to eat on her plate, and then ate everything like a whirlwind. Not long after the banquet started, she had already wiped her mouth and burped in satisfaction. She scanned the long table, poked Chris, and asked, "Can you understand what those bald heads are saying?"

Chris nodded and corrected: "They call themselves the People of Ice and Snow."

"People of Ice and Snow? Sounds like they should be slender and transparent like Ice and Snow Elves, it's a fraud." An looked at a group of muscular bald men and pouted, "What are they talking about?"

"…nothing worth mentioning."

An Xu glanced at Chris' face, and quickly realized: "Call you? Or me? Or all of us? There is no need to translate dirty words."

"Then they didn't say anything," Chris replied.

Perhaps noticing that he was being pointed at, the barbarian leader Klatin Huo stood up and walked towards Anxu with wine. He walked over to them, swept the things on An Xu's table aside, and threw the wine in front of her with a bang.

The glass of wine appeared quite small in the palm of Klatin's palm, and it was not until it hit An Xu's face that it was found that the mouth of the glass was as big as a hot water jug, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a wine barrel. The spilled wine wet the table, if Chris hadn't pulled An Xu, her front would have been wet right now.

"Anna, my lord!" He said in a strange, non-standard lingua franca, "Congratulations on coming to Bungalow! Come, drink this glass of wine!"

"The Ice and Snow People don't understand etiquette, but they are hospitable!" Derek raised his voice and explained, "They only invite the most distinguished guests to drink!"

An Xu glanced at the swaying wine, with yellow foam and oily flowers floating on it, she swore that the guy put half of his finger in it just now.

"I accept your kindness, thank you." She said, "but I don't like drinking."

Cladin, who was still smiling drunkenly just now, suddenly changed his face, and his subordinates stood up one by one, knocking the chairs to the ground. The barbarian leader approached An Xu, thumped the table, and said in a rough voice, "Your Excellency, you don't even have the sincerity to drink a glass of wine?"

"Don't treat the people of ice and snow as friends!" The other barbarians yelled to chime in.

"Whoa, whoa, please don't!" Derek said from across the table, sitting quite well and not showing the slightest sign of trying to break up a fight. He added fuel to the fire and persuaded: "My lord earl didn't mean to look down on you, she must regard you as an important friend, right? My lord earl? The more you drink, the more sincere you are, this is the tradition of the Ice and Snow People..."

"I'm actually quite strange," An Xu said slowly. "If you want to treat me as a friend, why do I have to accommodate you to drink the wine I don't like, instead of you respecting me and not forcing me to drink? What about the latter? It's easier to see."

She let go of the hand holding Chris—when Cladin was approaching, Chris subconsciously wanted to stand in front of her, this man who had lost his weapon and armor looked more like a knight than all the armored people present—and stood Get up, even if you stand up, the female alpha who is still not tall after growing up is like a bull blocking a fox in front of the barbarian leader. An Xu took a small step back, not to be intimidated by the opponent's aura, but purely to prevent himself from raising his head and making his neck sore.

"Fortunately, I didn't intend to be your 'friend' in the first place, do you have any merits worthy of being my friend?" She glanced behind Cladin and pointed to his subordinates, "In addition, your If someone looks at my Chris like that again, I'll goug out her eyeballs with a fork."