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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 12: Invited for a night talk, surprised to learn about the situation...

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    This secret passage is surprisingly winding, long, and heavily guarded.  Following the elegant Duke Bamilyan, Tomad walked through a secret passage that was dozens of meters long. During this period, he not only saw defense facilities such as iron gates, bayonet traps, and trap walls, but also four bodies that had activated  The magical steel armor is responsible for guarding the end of the secret passage.  Tomad calculated secretly along the way. He estimated that it would take a hundred well-trained human soldiers or twenty barbarian roaring warriors to launch a fierce attack at all costs in order to hope to capture this secret passage.  So when he saw a beautifully carved bronze door finally appearing in front of him, Tomad breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was surprised to find that he could not remember the path he took.  "There is a triggering little magic here. The effect is to cover up part of the short-term memory." As if guessing Tomad's surprise, Duke Bamilyan reached out and knocked on the door, making a series of rhythmic sounds.  ; explained without looking back, "But it doesn't matter, as long as you leave the magic coverage area, you'll be fine." The seemingly very heavy and solid bronze door slid open to one side silently, revealing a room with extravagant decoration.  And it is an exotic secret room: smokeless silver frost charcoal is burning in the fireplace, and warm orange-yellow light fills the entire secret room. The walls of the furnace are engraved with patterns of grapes and leaves, and are plated with gold, making it look luxurious and beautiful;  The fine incense brought across the ocean from the ancient Ahan country was burned in a copper plate, and the curls of green smoke brought a wonderful and psychedelic smell; there were high-backed seats on the left and right of the dining table, with backrests and armrests.  It is carved from fine ivory, and the chair surface is made of precious diamond sandalwood; two graceful maids kneel gracefully on the soft Val wool blanket, welcoming the two of them with an extremely respectful attitude.  Tomad narrowed his eyes to hide the shock that arose in his heart.  This secret room was filled with an aura of luxury and luxury, like a rotten rose, exuding a sweet but cloying smell.  Duke Bamilyan sat down on the low stool set up behind the door, stretched out his feet, and let the maid take off his soft-soled boots and put on a pair of slippers inlaid with colorful gems.  But until Duke Bamilyan stood up, Tomad did not move. His cold eyes made the maid who wanted to put on his slippers afraid to get close.  "Mr. Tomad An?" Duke Bamilyan turned his head and asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "Why don't you come and relax for a while? I guarantee that no one here will dare to do anything against you, even if it's  The assassins sent by Marquis Dragunson, or the remnants of Joseph Tito. " "I am used to eating in my boots, and I am not prepared to let this griffon sword leave my side," Tomad replied as he moved.  Moving forward, the muddy boots stepped on the cloud-soft Val wool blanket, leaving a series of black footprints that were simply sinful.  The two maids and Feng Derek who followed him couldn't help but frown, but the smile in Duke Bamilyan's eyes became more obvious, even when he saw Tomad turning the high-backed chair around and then straddling it.  Going up, no one showed too much surprise.  "I once saw the Marquis de Dragunson do the same thing." He said in a nostalgic tone, "That's interesting, Mr. Thomas, who did you learn this habit from?" "It's my mentor.  , Pilgrim repairs." Tomad pursed his lips somewhat unhappily.  It was difficult for him to maintain a happy mood when he thought of the Dragonson family that caused the tragic death of the cutting master and many of his companions, even though half a year had passed since then, and he had also given the Dragonson family an unforgettable experience.  Lessons.  "It seems that your mentor is an experienced warrior." Duke Bamilyan continued to greet him as he sat down, "I once asked Marquis Dragunson this question, why do you want to sit on the chair upside down?  Guess what he answered? ""When you sit astride this way, it is easier to retreat and unsheath the sword than in other positions, and the back of the chair can also act as a shield to protect the vital points of the chest and abdomen," Tomad said.  Explained in a firm tone, and then added, "Please forgive me, Lord Duke Bamilyan, if possible, I don't want to hear that person's name again." "Oh, of course, I try not to mention him as much as possible.  Duke Bamilyan's smile was not diminished by these unkind words, "Now, let's put aside these disturbing things, eat something, and drink some wine to moisturize our dry throats."  What do you think of a glass of noble rot wine, a specialty of the North, a fine wine from Langes Winery?" Tomard tensed the muscles on his face and nodded calmly.  Of course, he had never heard of any of the northern specialty wines, let alone Langes Winery, but he could guess what Duke Bamilyan's grand introduction meant.  Whether the wine tastes good or not is another matter, it must be terrifyingly expensive  Duke Bamilyan raised his hands and patted them twice.  The two maids immediately stepped back quickly and came back in a blink of an eye, each carrying a silver tray.  In the next minute, the two maids gently placed the delicacies on the tray on the dining table covered with red tablecloth: two perfectly cooked steaks sizzled on the white porcelain plate,  Light yellow cheese and berries as red as chicken blood dotted the edge of the plate; a beautifully handmade rattan basket was filled with cracked black bread, and the aroma of honey and nuts hit your nose; plump foie gras and  The truffles were served on a small silver plate, and the portion was just enough to be eaten in two bites. The rich taste was appetizing, but not annoying; half of the bottle was filled in an exquisite crystal bottle, which was as crystal clear as amber.  A maid brought two crystal glasses for the crystal clear wine, then carefully picked up the crystal bottle with both hands and poured the golden wine pulp inside into the glasses.  Duke Bamilyan picked up one of the cups and smiled at Thomas, "To our greatest Griffin Emperor, I wish him good health and long-lasting national destiny."  Frost-free swords, cold arrows and hidden spears, every innocent life will not be harmed by evil, and will always be happy and healthy." Tomad's reply was tit for tat, which made Duke Bamilyang burst into laughter.  "Such a toast is rare. Just because of these words, I will drink all this cup!" Duke Bamilyan lifted a corner of his veil and poured the golden wine into his throat.  Tomad followed suit, but he didn't expect that this golden wine with a charming aroma, although sweet and mellow, was also extremely strong. Drinking it in one sip was like a line of fire burning from his throat to his chest, making him almost gasp.  I couldn't breathe, and my face turned red.  "Botrytis wine is one of the most famous specialties in the northern county of the Griffin Empire. It has a rich aroma and a long aftertaste. In particular, the wine produced in several manors of Baron Dooku is particularly precious. Fortunately, I have a small industry in it.  Otherwise, even the dignitaries of the imperial capital Fermeyer may not be able to place a small bottle of Langes Winery's noble rot wine on the dining table." Tomad put his hand on the glass to stop the maid from continuing to serve him.  Pour wine.  "I rarely drink, and I don't think this expensive and scary thing is any better than a large glass of cold brown ale." He said bluntly, "And drinking on an empty stomach has no benefits, Lord Duke Bamilyan,  If you don't mind, I plan to fill my stomach first." The two maids almost laughed rudely, but Duke Bamilyan remained unmoved.  "Are you surprised? Not at all. In fact, I'm also very hungry, and the wine is indeed a bit too strong." He tapped his finger on the smooth and moist surface of the crystal bottle, and it made a very clear sound.  "Enjoy this bottle of wine, Feng Derek. By the way, go get us two glasses of ale. It's best to chill it with ice." Feng Derek, who had been standing solemnly in the corner of the secret room, agreed and took it carefully.  That crystal bottle, "Your Excellency," he did not leave immediately, but said hesitantly, "this bottle of wine is worth a hundred golden griffons." "Ah, that's right,  But for me, the value of an item lies in how I look at it, not in other people's opinions." Duke Bamilyan replied pointedly, "For a person who wants to drink ale, a bottle of it.  Compared with a glass of ale worth ten copper coins, botrytis wine worth a hundred golden griffons is not more precious. Unfortunately, too many people don't know what they want to drink and are attracted by the high value of the wine.  Fascinating my eyes." Feng Derek's expression was a little dull. He didn't understand why his simple words aroused such emotion from Duke Bamilyang.  But he at least understood one thing, that is, the Duke really did not want this precious bottle of wine, but planned to drink the low-priced ale like those peddlers and lackeys.  Before the ale was served, Tomard had already destroyed the steak in front of him and began to turn his fork to cheese and brown bread.  The cheese is made from high-quality milk and has been fully matured to give it a very rich flavor; the black bread is even better. Although the texture is rough, the nuts inside are crispier and the sweet smell of honey lingers in almost every bite.  Overflowing from the tip of the tongue.  After months of eating the rough and primitive diet of the barbarian orc tribe, this exquisite food can melt one's tongue.  Tomad spent almost all his willpower to slow down his eating speed to a level that was not considered rude. It was not until most of the food in front of him was eaten that he could really slow down and savor the taste in small bites.  Duke Bamilyan never brought up new topics.  That's fine, Tomad was reluctant to confront the cunning intelligence minister right away.  The other person is obviously a master of the art of language and can easily detect and provoke conversation.Tomad knew very well that he was no match for the subtle emotions hidden in the target's heart. During the meal, he carefully considered his needs and bottom line, and secretly made up his mind.  If Duke Bamilyan's plan threatens the safety of his friends and partners, then even if the secret of the tattoo space is exposed, he will tear the Duke's plan to pieces. At worst, he will return to the desert oasis and do it.  A highly respected shaman among the orc tribes.
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