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Ryan ignored Lothar, and said gently to Pfister: "You are Pfister, right? Count the time, I haven't been to Karazhan for five years. How is old Moros?"

"I've met His Majesty. He's in good shape." Pfister said immediately.

Ryan stroked the tiger's beard lightly and said: "Ha, that's good. He was there when we went to explore the tower when we were young. After so many years, the time is really too fast. When we grow up, we are still friends, but it is difficult. They are inseparable. Many people say that Mai De is a weirdo, but he has a good nature, but a little... sensitive. You must take good care of him!"

Some words, very sincere.

Pfister couldn't help sighing secretly, Ryan is also a good friend like Lothar.

Of course, he may also have political considerations.

It can be said that Medivh's astonishing record was widely spread.

Ryan needs him to shock both inside and out.

But Pfister is more inclined to the former possibility, or both.

After all, the other party's tone and expression did not seem to be fake.

Afterwards, Ryan stopped worrying about the spring and autumn, and said with a straight expression: "You are from Dalaran, what do you think of this country?"

"The country is rich and the people are strong, it is very outstanding." Pfister replied.

But he still didn't say a word, it's a pity that the good times don't last long, everything is coming to an end.

In the end, after careful consideration, I still said what was in my heart: "I have fought against those beasts...the green skins, and they are not weak. Even if you don't send troops, you'd better carry out some military mobilization in advance, so as not to be beaten when the opponent goes north. Caught off guard."

Ryan immediately laughed and said: "Now it's the autumn harvest season, and the people of Beijun may not want to join the militia."

Pfister has yet to say more, a guard came to pass the report.

Claimed the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Foreign Secretary asked to see him.

So Ryan smiled apologetically: "I still have to deal with official business, so I won't receive you for now. It's just around lunchtime, so you can have dinner in the palace. If you deal with it quickly, maybe we can meet again."

Lothar answered "yes" stiffly, then turned and left.

After seeing the ceremony, Pfister also followed.

Soon followed Lothar to a spacious and bright hall.

And it should be a common thing for him to stay in the palace for meals.

As soon as he sat down, the courtiers brought food.

The dishes of the palace banquet are very rich.

There are a large number of water and land.

Because there are too many edible species in this world, he is confused about the source of many ingredients.

Although the taste is good, it is not very delicious.

Far worse than what Cook did.

Only the morning dew wine hoarded by the royal family is quite outstanding.

It seems that what Moros said is not necessarily false, maybe Ryan really invited Cook.

But he is a eccentric dwarf mage.

No one is convinced except Medivh.

Palace politics is everywhere, and most of them cannot adapt to the environment here.

Maybe he would offend the powerful and lose his life.

Of course, no matter how dangerous it is, it's not as good as Karazhan.

Lothar's style is a typical military style.

Eating quickly, without saying a word.

Affected by it, Pfister also speeded up.

When he finished his meal, Lothar stood up immediately and wanted to leave.

Pfister couldn't help asking: "Don't you wait for His Majesty Ryan?"

Lothar said in a low tone: "Don't wait, there is nothing to say to him anyway. You have seen the situation just now. Such conversations happen almost every day. The king is still addicted to those green-skinned monsters. In the sweet dream of the black swamp, no one can wake up."

Pfister was silent about this for a while.

I don't know how to answer it.

Not long after the two returned to the military area, Medivh came back before their buttocks warmed up.

There are also two gigantic heads floating beside him.

The cranium and skin color are very different from those of known races.

There is also an evil breath constantly exuding from it.

Apparently taken from a demon's torso.

Seeing this scene, Pfister was deeply speechless.

Because one of them belonged to the eredar, but the other was from the mo'arg.

This kind of demon is mainly used as a craftsman, and there are no stalkers at all.

Apparently Medivh thought no one understood demons.

So he casually summoned two of them and killed them.

I don't even bother to do a full set of acting.

Lothar really had no doubts at all, and thanked Medivh again and again.

Then he asked Medivh to persuade Ryan to send troops, and complained that it was unreasonable.

And Medivh immediately put on a face of the Virgin Mary.

Unlimited support for Lane.

Then he said that there is still research to be done, and he is ready to leave immediately.

The old jazz was extremely upset, so he didn't want to keep him.