High Magic Earth

Tyrion raised his head nervously. He hadn't been nervous for many years. Since he wanted to understand how a gnome should live in this world, he hadn't, and he hadn't cared about anything at that time.

When surrounded by the high mountain clan, his heart did not jump so fast, but he did not expect that at this time and place, he would get nervous.

Raising his head, Tyrion leaned against his thin chest, trying to make himself look calmer, and then he stared at the dinner with his slightly outwardly convex eyes like an eagle.

And the wizard's dinner did not disappoint him.

The entire hall was stained with golden yellow and bright red. The walls on all sides echoed the yellow light of the goose. An armored knight with a sword under his name walked in the auditorium, while the unknown in the air continued to shuttle through unknown Elves.

In front of each window is a lush plant, and leaves are shaken whenever armor passes by it. Although all the active armor is supported by magic, the warm sound in the auditorium is still coming.

Most of the sound comes from two round tables. Under the steps, the round tables are surrounded by strange things, monsters with big eyes and ears, and several animals. The yellow ellipses that just nearly knocked him over Also there, as well as some dull ghosts, he remembers this wizard's experimental material?

It was terrible, Tyrion thought he seemed to have come to a strange place, even though this place is the same. . Beautiful and gorgeous.

He has attended many dinners. Dinners in many places, from the lords everywhere, from the royal family. But none of them are so luxurious, or. . Eye-opening.

A meteor-like sphere of light circling on the ceiling illuminates the place like daytime, and there is a big cream dessert stacked in the middle of the auditorium, which cannot be called a cake, because no one has a birthday today.

Above the steps, there is a horizontal table. The wizard and his wife were already sitting on it, noting Tyrion's sight. Was a slight gesture to him.

Tyrion subconsciously reached for the collar and struck his short legs with some stiffness. He quickly walked to the table and sat down under the guidance of Levine.

The dining table was piled with large pieces of meat. Rich pastries, and exquisite dishes, make people appetite at a glance.

Tyrion was a little surprised. Most of the territory could see its poverty and wealth from a banquet. It was originally thought that it was a small island on the sea. Even the wizard could not make food out of thin air, but now look Come, probably really.

The food here is even richer than that of King’s Landing, even when Joe Rifford got married. It's nothing more than making a lot of pies and roast chicken, and others use fruit to fill the table.

Tyrion sniffed the scent of roasted meat with some intention, although he was not hungry since he was sent to prison. But it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten meat, and even before, his salary didn’t allow him to splurge every day, and hard bread was still a staple food.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner at this table, although Tyrion knew he was no longer a child, he couldn't help but want to ask. Is this a dream?

. . .

Yi Biao ignored Tyrion's tangle, and he looked sideways at Winnie's happy smile. Rest assured.

He was not a temporary intention at the dinner party. He needed to talk to Tyrion and wanted to maintain a long-lasting or normal relationship. It is best not to use the Soul Curse. Yi Chou has not mastered enough to write a person’s life. To the point.

But the scale of the dinner was so temporary that he had intentionally taken it. This dinner included almost all living creatures on the Neverland, including house elves and little yellow men, to study the ghost of the idiot castle and the dream island caused by the soul experiment. Slightly intelligent animals.

Of course there is Levine, and the magical armor is responsible for delivering food, and the house elves are sitting underneath.

Yi Chou was not a pioneer of class liberation, nor was he too busy to panic. He just wanted to create a lively atmosphere for Winnie and expel the uneasiness in her heart.

So the identity of the members of the dinner party is meaningless, the important thing is lively.

Now, it looks pretty good.

When the former finance minister, the former deputy prime minister, the devil, Tyrion, was restless, Yi Chou stood up from his seat with a glass of wine, raised the volume, and casually said, "The dinner is beginning."

The group of little yellow people below made a warm cheering clucking cheer, and then began to get up quickly, although a few unconscious ghosts did not eat, but stared at the little yellow man who was eating. They don't care.

Yi Chou cut a little roasted goose for himself. Before taking a few bites, Winnie had already solved the small half. Green’s physical fitness prevented her from eating fat, and the knife cut the meat. .

Overall, the atmosphere of the dinner was quite warm, and most importantly, Winnie was very happy.

It was not until this time that Yi Chou turned his attention to Tyrion, who was eating slowly.

His messy hair had been combed a bit, and his complexion was much more energetic. He was sipping wine on the table, but he didn't eat much food.

"Do you miss it? You have attended a lot of dinners at Junlin." Yi Chou suddenly asked out loudly.

Tyrion has been paying attention to Yi Biao's movements. For such a sudden and powerful wizard, he can't be cautious, so as soon as he heard Yi Biao's question~www.readwn.com~ he made it quickly Answer, "There are dinners everywhere, and the one I don’t like most is at King’s Landing."

"You can't help it if you don't like it." Yi Xuan poured a glass of wine for himself, and filled Tyrion again. Tyrion noticed that Yi Xiao's arm did not leave a shadow on the table at all, as if the light did not exist. His eyes moved slightly, apparently thinking of something.

"Because after the Red Viper became your acting knight and defeated, you will never have the opportunity to attend such a dinner again."

"You said I won't die." Tyrion's arm raised to stop and looked at Yi Chou, frowning together, looking resentful and funny.

"But I didn't say that the red poisonous snake will not fail." Yi arrogantly raised his wine glass and said softly, "King Oberon."

Tyrion absent-mindedly followed Yi Huo and gave him a drink. Although he also liked the red poisonous snake Oberon, but he didn't like it so much with his life.

The wizard seemed to know everything. What was he talking about? What was the prophecy? Tyrion was a bit unclear, but he was sure that the wizard in front of him was far more powerful than the juniors in the King's Landing. (To be continued)