Chapter 419 The So-Called Man

Davian turned over the plaque and continued to check the information on it, "Kotek's light, Kuiji's obsidian, Tebok's feathers, Huangqi's shadow, Zongqi's flowing water, Razkoto's mark, Iqi's scales …”

Davian recited all the ancient saints he knew, but unexpectedly found that there was another term on it that he didn't know what it meant. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. His research on the lizard people has become an authoritative scholar in Ulthuan, and he has visited Salon many times. Free College published relevant papers, but after actually practicing it, I found that I was just a half-baked layman.

"The blood of the servant of the enemy. Generally speaking, this should be a plaque recording the summoning ceremony, but it is a bit unclear who the summoned object is.

You also know the habits of the lizard people. Apart from what Slan said and the survey of the stars, there is no clear explanation. Maybe this thing is just a long-standing legend. Apart from mentioning the name of the ancient saint, it has no meaning. "

Davian handed the plaque to Masnow, but before that, he used magic to make a copy of it, intending to find someone to analyze the meaning of the vague term.

Masnow handed the plaque to the soldier nearby and ordered him to return the object to the Skink Priest.

Although I don’t know what the use of this thing is, at least I found a piece of research information for Caledo, so my work is not in vain.

"That's it, I'm going to reorganize the troops and prepare to go to Slanwupek."

Before leaving, the champion warrior put his arm around Davian's shoulders and motioned him to look to the left.

The two of them looked to the left together and saw an extremely tall man holding a disproportionately small wooden board and planning how to play the cards. Opposite the table were a dwarf butcher with an orange crown and a wrathful crown. Blind priest of Vaal.

"Wang Zha, three with one, I won, each of you owes me two bottles of wine, remember, don't find me some wine for sissies to drink." Agrim played out the five remaining cards in his hand at once , emphasizing that this bet must be kept as promised, otherwise it will be recorded in a small notebook.

Damian rummaged through the leather bag at his feet for a moment and found that the wine he had just obtained two days ago was missing. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

There were obviously a few bottles left just now, why are they gone now?

But seeing how irritable Agrim looked, it was hard to take out two empty wine bottles to deal with it, so he had to stand up and run to the supply room.

Coster, on the other hand, did not refuse to pay. He took out two bottles of vodka from his feet, put them on the table and pushed them to Agrim.

After a while, Damian came back. His original idea of ​​just wanting some gambling money changed immediately when he saw the packed warehouse, and he returned to the gambling table with two large boxes of wine on his shoulders.

After tearing open the lid of the wooden box, Damian slammed the two bottles of vodka onto the stone table. He looked at Agrim and emphasized,

"Come on, I don't believe you can win these two hundred bottles."

Then the two blew a bottle first to express their congratulations on their luck. After all, the dwarf won and the barbarian also found the wine. This was really something worth celebrating.

Masnuo, who was next to Davian, patted him on the shoulder and said with some excitement, "You have to worry about it. I have helped them deal with a lot of troubles in the past few years."

Davian's brows twitched unconsciously, and he dared to run to the material storage room privately, without any registration, carrying two boxes of spirits that could relieve the soldiers' stress in normal times and heal their wounds in emergencies.

That is to say, Damian and Iron Wolf can do such a thing, otherwise the non-commissioned officer in charge of logistics will report to the prince, and no one wants to experience the consequences.

"I just hope they two don't beat me up." Davian complained for a moment.

Masnuo let go of his hand and prepared to finish some of the last work. After a short rest, he prepared to go to Slanwupek to join Agthel.

But Davian has a headache. After all, Damian and Agrim are the only high-end combat forces familiar with the southern Great Forest Sea. Coster needs to be responsible for the maintenance of the equipment here. It is impossible to leave them behind and lead people to Eta alone. tie.

He could only choose to walk to the stone table where the three of them were and said hello, "What's going on! This is a military center and no gambling is allowed."

Damian burped. Seeing that it was Davian who was speaking, he couldn't help but exclaimed for a moment, "Isn't this Davian? Why don't you accompany the little girls from Saffrey? Thinking that only rats will poop here." place."

Just when he was about to say that he had an important mission and needed the cooperation of the two of you, Davian was pushed down on the chair next to him by Damian.

"Come on, blow one first, don't let Agrim look down on you pointed ears."

These words made Agrim immediately respond, "Pointy ears? You can only drink some sissy wine. The horses you ride are better drinkers than you."

These words did not arouse Coster's excitement, because he had long understood the duet between Damian and Agrim, and had been greatly troubled before.

But Davian couldn't help it. Being looked down upon by the dwarves was something he would never be able to hold his head high for the rest of his life.

"What are you talking about, you short guy? Even all the so-called brewmasters combined can't match half of my drinking capacity."

Agrim raised his thick brows, with a half-smile expression on his face, and said, "I don't need a brewmaster, I can defeat you by myself. None of you with pointed ears are pure men, unlike the sons of the mountains." , drinking is all hard liquor, and the unit is still barrels."

"Provocation, this is a naked provocation. Davian, you can't be fooled. You have to lead the team to Itaza tomorrow." Seeing the expression on the dwarf's face, Davian knew that he was deliberately provoking and just wanted to Talking harshly, saying that next time we compete again.

Agrim continued, "Forget it, you'd better get out of here. I heard that your prince has a pretty good drinking capacity. Let him try it with me. Don't let me look down on Caledor. Is it possible that the Dragon Kingdom can even drink a lot?" No one is there?”

After finishing speaking, the dwarf pulled off the wooden cork of the vodka bottle and drank a sip of wine. Then he ignored Davian's reaction and turned to look at Damian.

The meaning was obvious, he looked down upon the drinking capacity of the dragon prince in front of him.

Being so insulted, Davian chose the usual method of the Dragon Prince. Since there was no way to attack Agrim, he would defeat the opponent in a way that the opponent was good at.

"Come on, Damian, go get some more wine. If I don't drink you, a short guy, down today, I swear I won't have a dragon partner in this life!"

Damian's eyes lit up when he heard the cruel words. He likes to take the bait most. Masino is cautious and has not taken the bait many times. But he didn't expect that Davian would be caught so quickly. He is worthy of being called Caledo. Husky man.

The elves, dwarves, and barbarians started fighting, putting vodka into their mouths without even a single peanut.

Coster chose to withdraw. He was not a fool. Instead, he recruited some people to help Davian. Anyway, the prince had already gone to the jungle to hunt rats.

Davian is the senior management of the army, so no one will stop him, so just wait and see the good show.