Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

After "recovering sanity" the next day and witnessing a series of developments, Isidor could no longer understand what a correct decision he had made.

Bracing himself, he told Myron to remove the blanket from his shoulders.Every breath is filled with pungent coolness, and the weather of melting ice and snow is as difficult as deep winter.

This is the season when you should put yourself next to the fireplace and not go anywhere.But today's tea party must be present - Earl Tiger Head invited him to be a guest at home.

The scale of the tea party was not large. When Isidor walked into the backyard of the castle with the guide attendants, there were only a few figures, and there were many familiar and friendly nobles among them.

He was about to apologize to Earl Tiger Head, but the other party warmly greeted him first, took him by the shoulders, and led him to the campfire.

"Casual, Viscount Lucas. Why do you look so sallow and weak like you just crawled out of the ice?"

"Shouldn't you be hungry?" A dwarf holding a beer continued.He has a good relationship with Isidor, and he doesn't speak politely at all.

The dwarf sent for a surimi pie, and Isidor took it, but did not do it right away, although he was indeed very hungry now.

A lamb was perched over the campfire, and the cook deftly brushed it with honey.The fragrance is overflowing here, and the body is warmed up quickly when it is close to the fire.

Isidor sighed softly, and said, "A few days ago, I was really tortured enough."

Earl Tiger Head smiled: "Look, everyone here today is troubled by that matter. You are sick, can you still drink?"

"I can drink it, after all, I'm not really sick." He had just finished answering when a glass appeared on the tip of his nose, and the dwarf handed him mulled wine.

"Here, take it! There is nothing that a glass of mulled wine and a bite of roast leg of lamb can't cure."

The bystanders clapped their hands and laughed.

The red wine was slightly hot, and he slightly touched his lips.

"I've sent a letter," he said.

Earl Tiger Head seemed to have expected this result long ago, and he was not at all surprised: "When did you make your decision?"

"Yesterday," said Isidor.

Seeing that he didn't want to eat the surimi pie, the dwarf ordered his servants to prepare a better beef and barley soup for him, and then he grabbed the pie without hesitation and started to chew: "I made up my mind the day before. "

Isidor looked at him in surprise.

The dwarf swallowed his food. "You're probably thinking, I'm so flippant! . . . Don't deny it, it's written all over your face. Well, I'm not joking."

"Let me tell you this: since the invention of movable type printing... no, it can be traced back farther——from the day when cement appeared, I swore that if I had the opportunity to touch a similar invention, I would follow it even if I lost everything!"

"It sounds more sloppy." A eagle-headed orc next to him interjected.

"I advise you to keep your mouth shut on this matter. You can tease me as much as you want, but this matter cannot."

Isidor was thoughtful, and asked: "It's understandable. You used to be the person who got the news about movable type printing the fastest. Maybe you know better about its value."

"That's right! Look, it's true that human brains are more flexible." The dwarf carelessly launched a wide-range strafing attack, and several other people focused their gazes here, but they were not really angry, just looked at him with feigned anger.

"There are many people in the dwarf territory who are responsible for making these strange things, and they are all craftsmen who don't care about wood."

"I know too many people there. Let me explain in advance that this is not showing off—I have a little friendship with Master Borg, so I naturally know the importance of inventions in recent years."

As expected, the dwarf once again received a lot of contemptuous glances.

"Then what else do you know?" the eagle-headed orc asked.

"Borg and Nianhua's boss have a very good relationship. Whenever he talks about this person, he is full of eloquence and praises him....What's the name, bluff...Hawley, yes."

Several people were shocked.

"So, the rumors are true, is there really a connection between Nian Hua and movable type printing?"

"I don't look like a very personable person, but I never tell lies. This is the principle." The dwarf nodded in response.

Some people couldn't sit still, especially the Gryphon.You must know that not all the nobles present have delivered letters of recommendation.

For example, the eagle-headed orc, he only doubted the Nianhua Tavern, worried that Lord Donovan would get into trouble, so he hesitated.

They have only one thing in common: they agree with Earl Tiger Head about the study.

"Didn't the Nianhua Tavern start accepting interrogations yesterday?" the eagle-headed orc asked.

"Yeah, but it won't be over in one day. After the investigation is over, I guess it will be three or four days later, and the deadline will be over by then." The others replied to him.

"To be honest, I don't understand why you guys are hesitating." The dwarf was puzzled, "Is the matter of Nianhua related to this so far? Why should everyone be in danger?"

"Besides, the matter of poisoned alcohol itself is quite strange..."

The eagle-headed orc's neck feathers exploded slightly.

"Because the truth of the matter has not yet been revealed, I don't want to judge the result!" He seemed a little excited, and there was a gurgling sound from his beak.

"I don't have your desperate courage, and Lao Shizi's inexplicable 'following heart'. Once the study room is messed up by Nianhua, the next step will be our own reputation!"

Others persuaded each other, standing between the two of them.

The atmosphere was full of tension, and Isidore listened carefully the whole time without saying a word.Holding mulled wine in his hand, he glanced at Earl Hutou, who was watching the play with relish.

"Are you not going to stop it?" - Isidor asked with his eyes.

Earl Tiger Head raised his eyebrows and flicked his beard, obviously not intending to interfere.

In fact, everyone knows well that this tea party gathers everyone together, just to exchange opinions and listen to each other's thoughts.

Just as the dwarves and the eagle-headed orcs were arguing red-faced, suddenly a servant rushed to Earl Tiger's Head and whispered something in his ear.

His animal pupils stood up, and then he narrowed his eyes.He waved his hand and told the messenger servant to step back.

Isidor was close and listened to most of the content, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Many people observed this scene and shut their mouths, or raised their ears to concentrate.

Earl Tiger Head didn't intend to hide it, he clapped his hands twice and called everyone.

"Everyone," he said loudly, "I just heard the news that the elf princess recently visited Dragon Wing Castle. You may already know about it; it's okay if you don't know, because the next step is the key!"

"The princess publicly declared that she supports Nianhua, and believes that Nianhua has nothing to do with black magic, and demands that the investigation be done fairly!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in an instant.

"Why... how could the princess of the elves come forward to support her?"

"Could it be that the poisoned alcohol incident really has something inside?"

"My God, what is the background of Nianhua's boss? First, the Golden Rose Manor, then the previous dwarves, and finally the princess of the elves... Is there a 'last'? What else did we not expect?!"

"..."

During the suspicious discussion among the crowd, the eagle-headed orc turned pale.

As if he had been slapped in the face, he first glanced around blankly, caught a glimpse of his entourage, and immediately urged him to prepare his horse immediately.

He solemnly apologized to Earl Tiger Head and told him that he would leave early.Earl Tiger Head expressed his deep understanding, waved his hand, and let him leave.

As if driven by a whip behind him, the eagle-headed orc's steps were flustered and urgent.

Immediately afterwards, several other nobles also apologized and left the venue one after another, all of them panicked.

Watching their backs, Isidor took a deep breath.

Although he sent the letter in an unconscious state, it was the result of his decision after days of deliberation.In the current situation, if it were him, he might have lost his footing.

Earl Tiger's tea party was just a corner of the noble circle.

The princess of the elves made a statement at the end, causing chaos among other nobles.

Many people opposed to wait and see from the beginning, but gradually changed, and their positions gradually wavered.

Among the vast majority of people who sent letters, there were many people who did not believe that Nian Hua had nothing to do with black magic.

However, due to movable type printing and the dragon lord's study plan, they either kept silent or supported Nianhua against their will.

The original one-sided wind direction, once disturbed by Princess Mei Mi, made some people wonder where to look and which way to go.

Some of the vacillating nobles were like headless chickens. They ran around, discussing solutions with their friends and colleagues, but completely lost their way in this dense fog.

Some people take advantage of the wind direction and resolutely run to one side; while some people are always undecided, hesitating between the two sides, or continue to wait and see.

Time is engulfed by the torrent, and in the blink of an eye, it disappears without a trace.

As soon as the sky turned dark, Isidor woke up from his deep sleep.The heavy stone in his heart fell completely, how could he not sleep soundly.

As usual, he cleaned his face and enjoyed a simple but delicious breakfast under the careful attention of his servants.

While swallowing the last bite of an egg, he sorted out today's itinerary in his mind.

"Master." Myron called, "Viscount Albert has arrived at the manor."

Isidor froze, wiped the corners of his mouth, and went out with Myron to greet him.

Heath Albert was one of his close friends.Isidore searched his memory, and there is no arrangement for interviewing others recently, and the visit is for the convenience of the couple.

Seeing Heath, Isidore was startled.He hurriedly pulled him into the study and dismissed all the servants in the house.

Heath described it as haggard, and his eyes were red and bloodshot like spider webs.

"Isidor, you are lucky." Heath said suddenly.

He sat in a chair, pulled at his hair, and the last bit of decency was gone.

"You know, late last night, in that night when everything was silent and the dogs were too tired to bark, on my way back from other places, I happened to pass by the road near Nianhua Tavern...

"Guess what I saw?" Heath let go of her hair, her eyeballs almost popped out, "I just happened to see the people inspecting Nianhua coming out of the winery, and they returned along the way, chatting in twitter.

"I stopped a monk and asked him if he had any results. When the monk heard this, his expression was not very good, but he still answered me respectfully..."

Isidor's upper body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to listen more carefully.

"He said that Nianhua didn't find out any problems...no problem at all!" Heath almost screamed out the second half of the sentence.

"It was then that I no longer knew that the day of posting the letter was slipping through my fingers! And I watched it slip away!"

Heath's voice was choked with sobs, and he helplessly told Isidor, and his wording began to be messed up and confused.

The general meaning is: the day before yesterday, he happened to waver in his mind, kept weighing the pros and cons, and finally chose to stop and didn't take that step.

The most suffocating regrets are the ones that come close to the door—like a delicacy that almost bites into the mouth, but still falls on the floor.

It made you almost have it, but you didn't realize it at the time, and just stopped foolishly.When you look back after you lose it, your regrets will continue to grow and grow bigger, as big as the hope you almost touched before...

"God is punishing me." Heath wanted to cry but had no tears.

Isidore kept comforting his friends and being the best listener.

He felt sorry for Heath, but deep down in his heart, he was also bearing a great sense of guilt.

The devil is at work, otherwise he would feel lucky in this situation.

——I am glad that I have boarded a ship that will surely attract the attention and envy of thousands of people in the future.

On this day, several people are depressed, several people regret, several people are cold-eyed, and several people are happy.

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