Elf Dark Insect Master

After hearing the purpose of the wealthy couple's visit, Count Shuar pondered for a moment and replied: "Don't worry, I will take this matter seriously, not to mention that a viscount is involved. I will first let people and Say hello over there, and then wait for Viscount Asia to arrive. .bxwz9.org"

"Then please."

The two of them left with great gratitude and couldn't say anything more. No matter how rich their family was, it was just money.

After the two people left, Earl Shuar tapped on the table. His country orchard sales were purchased directly by this rich pair, which saved him a lot of trouble every year. If it was normal, he could directly use this matter. It's not a problem to just say hello to the relationship and kill the prisoner directly.

At this time, his little daughter came out, a girl with a somewhat baby face, and curiously asked what happened just now.

Shuar was willing to teach, so he explained: "It will be the princess's birthday celebration in a while. What is happening now is big or small. We cannot rashly intervene in this kind of thing without considering the possible good directions. If it is because of It’s no small matter if something like this affects the birthday celebration.”

After hearing this, the girl smiled and said: "Father, don't worry so much. The day after tomorrow is the salon held by Miss Bertrand. She is a good friend of the princess and will definitely invite the princess. I can find an opportunity to mention this matter then. , let’s see everyone’s opinions.”

After hearing this, Shuyar was immediately overjoyed. He raised his thumb and praised: "My dear daughter, she has really grown up and knows how to take care of her father's worries. Please inquire about this matter carefully. Tonight, I will find someone to get some relevant information for you." .”

Finally, the earl promised to buy her the long-tailed fire fox that the girl had been eyeing for a long time from the largest elf dealer in the country for her birthday this year.

……

Wutong, who was locked in the dungeon at this time, was very bored, lying on the bed and listening to the movement underground.

There happened to be a sewer below this place. Not to mention, this king's capital was worthy of the name of a super mechanical city. He could probably deduce from what he saw on the surface that the entire city could not only activate the ultimate machine like later generations. After the mechanism is activated, you can directly move the ground and become a floating island that can temporarily float. In normal times, the entire city relies on the power of various gear mechanisms driven by water flow to convert water energy into mechanical energy. Although For Wutong, this was just fifth grade knowledge from another world in the past. However, this world was five hundred years ago now. The designers or teams of this city have not only used and built such a huge Organized the city, and mastered the method of converting mechanical energy into electrical energy. This is truly black technology, and it is no longer a level that Wutong can understand.

Not long after, some noisy sounds outside reached Wutong's ears, and many prisoners detained here also heard it. Except during the break, they were bored here, and they started to scream like ghosts and wolves.

The prison management here is not strict, and many of them are regulars committing petty thefts, and some can even chat and laugh with the jailers.

After a while, someone came in, someone Wutong had never seen before.

The group of people walked directly to the door of Wutong's cell. He narrowed his eyes slightly through the iron bars.

It was such a coincidence that one of the people in this group was the young man Artes who used to live next door to Zi.

When we met now, the young man's eyes and expression when he looked at Wutong could be described as entangled.

Wutong was also curious, why did this guy come to see him, and what was his attitude and thoughts?

"Artus, this guy is a prisoner who injured a noble. If it weren't for your father, I wouldn't let you take a look." The person who spoke was not the warden who had received Wutong before, but a pawn. He dropped this After saying a few words, he turned around and left, leaving this place to Ates and Wutong.

Artus watched as the two accompanying guards began to walk away and start patrolling. Then he looked at the black-haired boy in front of him and lowered his voice and said, "I saw Ziyun last night and didn't see you when he returned home, so I asked you. She didn’t tell me about the situation.”

Wutong leaned against the wall with her hands as a pillow and grinned: "Even if she told her, it wouldn't be the truth. After all, she doesn't have a fiancé at all."

Hearing this, Artus's eyes widened. Originally, he was still struggling...

"Oh, by the way, you are thinking..." Wutong turned his eyes to the left, squinted at the young man, and said casually: "You were thinking just now, if I helped this young man, or even saved him, wouldn't it be right? Will Miss Ziyun look at me with admiration? But if I don’t save this boy, or even add insult to injury, will this boy’s brother resent Miss Ziyun because something happened to the boy, so that I will have a chance? "

Wutong only used two sentences, but what hit the target was what Artus was most concerned about, which immediately made his face become wonderful. Wutong continued: "It's a pity that I let you down, because you like Miss Ziyun like crazy. , In fact, I don’t have a fiancé at all, and I’m not anyone’s brother.”

"Impossible, this is impossible..." Artus opened his eyes wide. After hearing the black-haired boy's words, his mood was even more complicated than before. On the one hand, it was the cruel and sad fact of being deceived by the one he loved, on the other hand His joy comes from the fact that his Miss Ziyun does not have a fiancé, she is still pure and flawless!

But Wutong would not let this young man get entangled, nor would he miss this opportunity. After a long period of boring waiting time in jail, a toy that looked interesting came to him, so he continued to tease people, and then said: "But actually? , my true identity is a young refugee prince from a distant country. My elder brother wants to kill me in order to fight for the kingship. Your Miss Ziyun is also a noble lady from our distant country. Although she does not have a fiancé, she has a sweetheart, but Well, she is still waiting for this sweetheart to win the royal rebellion in my country. Unfortunately, the people on my second brother's side... Well, it's very complicated anyway. In short, this guy is actually dead, but he hasn't had time yet. Tell Miss Ziyun that she is still waiting for her sweetheart to become a noble and take her back. Do you think this is a coincidence or not?"

Wutong is such a talented person. Although it is a casually made-up story, it matches his tone and demeanor, as well as some clever verbal hints, as well as words that make people care and confused. In addition, he is good-looking and fair, and he is completely unlike an ordinary civilian. , adding a bit more convincing.

Artus was dumbfounded when he heard this, and the guys in several nearby cells also started shouting.

"Haha! Everyone, listen up. There is a lunatic here who actually says he is some kind of fugitive prince!"

"Come on, the prince who is imprisoned here, then I am the king."

"That's it, come on, come on, call daddy and listen!"

"Little prince, if I can help you go out and restore your country, will you be willing to give me a chance to become a minister and a great noble?"

These prisoners had all sorts of things to say, most of which were jokes, but it only made Artus's heart even more confused.

"What are you shouting about! If I were not a prince, would I dare to break the legs of a young nobleman's son on the street and set fire to the daughter of a rich man? Which of you gangsters and thieves has such courage! Huh?!"

Unexpectedly, Wutong shouted loudly, which was so majestic that these guys suddenly became quiet and even called over the jailer who had not gone far.

When the two jailers came here, it was already quiet. They looked around and were a little confused, so they grabbed a random person and asked.

Soon, the prisoner repeated Wutong's deception just now, but for some reason, he did not add ridicule this time, and he actually restored eight or nine points of the original words.

After listening to this, the two jailers muttered to themselves and looked at the black-haired boy. They found that he was sleeping with his hands on the wall and his eyes closed. He looked casual and comfortable. If nothing else, this comfortable attitude alone was really extraordinary. ordinary people can have it.

Therefore, even if they were seventy percent doubtful, they still had a little faith. However, the majesty of the class could not be reduced, so they took sticks and banged on several cells, and said to the surrounding prisoners in an evil voice: "You all are here." Please be quiet, especially those who have committed small crimes. I will give you good news first. The warden said that during the princess celebration in a while, there may be a chance to grant you an amnesty for small crimes, so don’t give it. I’m causing trouble!”

As he said this, he reminded Artes: "Artus, you too, don't do anything stupid. The warden takes this prisoner very seriously."

"I know. After all, my father was the last warden. How could I not understand this?" Artus replied with a forced smile.

Wutong on the side secretly wrote down this information and added a line of information to Artus's character file in his mind.

After the jailer left, Artus looked at the black-haired boy who had been completely silent just now. He actually didn't quite believe what kind of prince he claimed to be, but the matter was related to Miss Ziyun, so he couldn't help but not pay attention to it, and he was anxious to go and talk to Ziyun. Miss Yun confirmed, so she planned to stabilize the young man first, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, if there is a chance, I will definitely help you beg for mercy, but I can't stay here for too long, so I will leave first. Already..."

"If you leave now, there's probably no hope for you."

Wutong's long words made Ates, who had raised his feet and turned half of his body, stop.

"I am an old prince in trouble, and her family is a traitor family that betrayed the current king. I will never admit it. If you want to ask her, you may have forgotten the fiancé she mentioned before. In fact, that person I already have a fiancée, but she still has unrequited love, haha!"

Listening to the cheerful and somewhat teasing smile of the black-haired boy, Artus' face turned ugly.

"No need to say so much, I believe she will definitely ask clearly."

"That's fine. I'm too lazy to talk to you now. After all, I'm not your father. I have to be responsible for your happy life, so I only give you a suggestion. After you leave here, go home and find her. Let me say two things first. The first is to say that you learned from me that I am not her fiancé’s brother, and she does not have a fiancé, and then show that you will not give up the pursuit, and see if she will change her face? Remember to stop, if you ask more , she is afraid that if you know too much, you may be so frightened that you may leave the country directly, then you will have to find your Miss Ziyun somewhere!"

Wutong's speaking style became brisk and clear, and he only said a few hundred words. Although Artus left in the end, his thoughts were already firmly trapped. He wanted to go back and ask questions, but he was afraid that he would really As the black-haired boy said, if you ask too many questions and force the other party to run away, then the gain outweighs the loss. He feels that he cannot afford to take this risk.

After Artis, the infatuated young man, left, Wutong felt bored again. Being in jail was indeed boring, not an interesting and novel experience, but...

Hearing the prisoners from the next few cells coming over to talk, he thought he could pass the time some more.

"Haha, believe it or not, but I am in trouble now, and I have nothing to do, so I will tell you about some of my prestige back then..."

As he continued to brag and deceive, Wutong enriched and perfected the background settings of his adventures as a prince in trouble and the story of his adventures leading up to this point.

The thing is strange, Wutong didn't realize that he had this talent, or he had always had it before, but when he was in another world, he used it in business and his hobby of writing novels, but he never tried to tell the people around him. story.

Now he was making up stories, and these prisoners were helping him catch bugs. It was like an author who had several enthusiastic readers who were always helping to improve the outline and details of the story, various settings, and fill in the holes. It really made him happy. The story sounds like this now, and some people who heard it have deceived the ears, thinking that this is really a prince in trouble.

Without it, Wutong uses some fresh elements from the future society to give his country a somewhat magical color, and has a real future society as the basis. Even if it is a fabricated story, there are still many real elements, but Xindu was brought up immediately.

Coupled with some small thoughts, there are occasionally some interesting changes in prisoner rumors.

"Oh my God! I don't think that guy is really a refugee prince."

"If nothing else, the iron box running on the ground and the iron bird flying in the sky sound really magical. If I can sit on it in my life, it will be worth a few days of being a mother-in-law!"

"Hahaha, that's only if the woman hasn't run away with another man after you go out."

"But that guy said he knew how to make some magical gadgets, such as a mirror that can see stars. I don't know if that's true."

"I prefer what he talked about about the ladies in the palace, such as tassels and cherries... Even though I don't understand it half-heartedly, I always feel that I would be willing to give a lady like that a ride even if I only have a few years to live!"

"Hehe! I'm a member of the same profession. If nothing else, the women I mentioned to this boy sound very aristocratic. I don't think he is a prince, but one of those aristocratic sons. Again, he belongs to those aristocratic sons. I have stayed in the house before, otherwise how could I say it so truthfully."

Some interesting things are mixed in intentionally or unintentionally by the story creator.