Chaos Crown

Chapter 232, "King Bearer" Aaron

Aaron carefully looked at the sun elf who came to apply for the job, and he always felt strange.

Normally, the sun elves, as the orthodox descendants of the high elves, have always regarded themselves as the orthodox heirs of Corellon-Lathrian. The sun elves should be arrogant and withdrawn. They do things in a typical elitist style, and they don't care so much I don't care much about other people's feelings, and I don't care much about other people's ideas, and I don't like to explain my reasons.

Most of the sun elves are handsome men and beautiful women. Their average height is slightly shorter than that of humans, but the difference can be seen very clearly from their appearance.

But the Sun Elf who came to apply for the job in front of him is fundamentally different from the traditional Sun Elf.

Barrell-Moonflower's height is not even 165. He has bronze skin and long black hair. Normally, among the sun elves who are mostly handsome men and beautiful women, at least in human society, he would be above average in appearance. But this sun elf was short and fat, and his long black hair didn't look elegant, but rather bloated and greasy.

Under the plump face is a big nose and double chin, and there is a circle of fat around the neck. At first glance, it looks like a typical fat house figure, but if there is anything special about this Japanese elf buddy, it is his pair of smart eyes , shrouded in wavy pure green light.

It made the chubby Barrell look a little cute unexpectedly.

"I'm surprised that the elves from Yongju Island will come to the kingdom, and I'm even more surprised that you would choose to apply for a job here."

Unlike the normal sun elves, Barrell-Moonflower is very familiar. He didn't ask for Aaron's opinion, and he didn't pay much attention to Aaron's words. He strode up to Aaron and sat down, grabbed the table He blew the wine on the table directly to his mouth: "I'm so thirsty, your human summer is really hot, I hate summer."

"Hi, I don't think it's as good as Yongju Island... fine wine."

"Let's just make up for it. The history of human wine making is less than a fraction of that of elves." Aaron opened another bottle of wine and handed it to Barrell.

The chunky sun elf took it naturally, not caring about the sarcasm in Aaron's tone: "So, can we sign the contract?"

The elf's attitude is very urgent, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

"Wait, buddy, I don't know where you are from yet, why did you apply for the job?" Aaron quickly refused: "Also, are you sure you have read my recruitment message?"

"I've seen it. Didn't I already fill out the form for you?" Ba Ruier emphasized: "I come from Yongju Island, and my name is Ba Ruier-Moon Flower. I am a master... you humans are Is it a metaphor like this? Master-level mage advanced arcane high priest, I heard that 'King Bearer' Aaron Salian needs a magic consultant, and I will come right away."

"What I'm asking is the reason. Have you really read my recruitment needs carefully?" Aaron complained: "Also, what's the matter with the king? When did I get another nickname like this?"

"Haven't you heard of the arcane high priest? This is a special profession that mixes druids and mages. We believe that nature and arcane methods lead to the same goal after all. On the island of eternal gathering, we always work together with nature Together in harmony."

"If you don't believe me, look, I'm not only a spellcaster, but I can also change shape!"

After speaking, Barrell turned into a huge hound, but because he was very fat, the hound he turned into was also very fat, with his belly almost touching the ground, and his head and paws looked fat.

Aaron's evaluation of this is: like a dog like a pig.

"How about it? Don't think about it, just me, I only need 500 gold coins a month as a salary, and you can come to me if you have any magic problems." Ba Ruier shook his head and immediately changed back to human form. De Khan: "Besides me, can you find someone better than me? Impossible."

"Is that why you never listen to others?" Aaron said lightly, "I'm looking for a consultant, not a big housekeeper!"

As Aaron's voice increased, the rhythm of the sun elves was interrupted. He scratched his head: "Okay, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Three questions, first, why did you come to apply for my magic consultant? Second, where did the nickname "King King" come from? Third, why can you be sure that no better person will come? Woolen cloth?"

Aaron gestured three fingers.

"Oh, that's what your Excellency asked." Barrell thought for a while, and also gestured three fingers.

"First, I'm here to learn magic. Yongju Island has already learned about your astral magic through that 'Zenar' Kelben-Black Rod-Olosan. The queen and her mistress The council and our navy are very interested in your astral magic, so they sent me to learn magic."

"Secondly, King Bearer is the nickname given to you by the outside world recently. Didn't you defeat the son of tyranny and successfully embrace Princess Obeszier as the queen? That's why everyone calls you King Bearer."

"Third, apart from the Sarukh witches and spellweavers, oh, maybe mind flayers, the magic of our elves is the strongest magic in the universe. Didn't you learn about the great schism in the history books? Is it? Didn’t you make money with me as your magic advisor? What reason do you have to refuse?”

Barrell Moonflower said naturally that he was extremely certain about this question.

In short, he couldn't think of a reason for Aaron's refusal.

Seeing that Aaron was silent, Barrell thought for a while, and continued: "Oh, besides that, if there is anything else, it is that the Queen and the Mistress Council are planning to recover Myth Drannor, your new territory. Isn’t it very close to Comanso? ​​At that time, the base of our sun elves may be located in your territory, so let me collect information first and be a guide.”

Aaron was a little bit dumbfounded: "Your Excellency is much more honest than I imagined. If you tell me the news when you come up, aren't you afraid that I will use it to control you?"

"When facing an honest person, we don't need to be tempted all day long like the High Elf Council." Ba Ruier smiled, and a hint of cunning flashed in his green eyes: "I have to say, Your Excellency, you are right The treatment of those dwarves is a bit too good, so I don't think there is any need to engage in such nonsense with you, otherwise, why do you think I, the moon flower, come here?"

Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly.

Now he confirmed that Ba Ruier was definitely a sun elf.

The character of the sun elves is different from that of the traditional elves, which tend to be mixed. The sun elves have a certain orderly tradition. They like to arrange their lives in an orderly manner, while the elves are loose in nature and do things according to their feelings. The style is different, the sun elves like to plan before making a move, they prefer to make a plan after foresight and preparation.

"The sun elves will not easily contact other races, but if they take the initiative to contact you, these arrogant people will always make a condition that you cannot refuse."

— Notes by Elminster Omar
"Your character and credit, we Al-Tay-Quese have always paid attention to, and we have repeatedly confirmed your ability, so I don't think you have any reason to refuse." Barrell patted himself Stomach: "Don't think about it, in other places, 500 a month? 5000 gold coins a month, you can't find a master spellcaster from the Moonflower family to be your advisor! Just me! This is a win-win situation! "

After speaking, Barrell indicated that Aaron could sign the contract.

Aaron thought for a while, and felt that he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse.

"Before signing, I have two questions for you."

"Ask, Owning the King."

"What is magic to you?" Aaron asked.

"Magic? In my opinion, whether it's magic, divine art, or some other mystery, it's just a means." Barrell said naturally.

"Then why are you willing to come to me to learn magic?"

"The way is simple, whether it is arcane magic, divine magic, Druid's nature, or Your Excellency's astral magic, it is good magic if I can use it." Barrell said nonchalantly: "It depends on how you understand it." It, how to use it."

"Magic is just a means. We can use magic to split the continent, we can use magic to create mythical locks, but we will also be destroyed by magic, and our lives will be taken away by magic. We must respect it, but we don't need to worship it."

"Very good." Aaron stood up: "You have been hired, Barrell-Lord Moonflower."

"It should be so." Shaking fat hands with Aaron, Ba Ruier's attention quickly shifted to other places: "By the way, as a local nobleman, your excellency must know where there are places in the city that are suitable for socializing and games." bar, right?"

"What do you locals like to play? I can't wait to participate."

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Aaron and Barrell-Moonflower soon signed an employment contract, and Aaron hired Barrell-Moonflower to be his He will try his best to answer Aaron's questions about magic and provide some magic assistance.

In exchange, Barrell is free to learn from Aaron all the magic in the Nine Books of Salian.

The term of the contract signed by the two parties is 50 years.

Satisfied, the Sun Elf took the contract and left.

By the time he left, Aaron hadn't asked him how he had gotten so fat.

But Aaron couldn't take it easy, and just as he was about to leave the club, he saw a high-charismatic guy in the lobby playing his own tambra and singing a joyful ditty.

It's the bald singer, the businessman from hell!
He appeared again.

The bald singer saw Aaron, he winked at him, and signaled you not to run, I haven't finished playing this song, I can't break the contract~
The devil's cunning and extreme order are fully reflected in the bald singer.

He played a full song until he finished playing the last note on the tambula with his fingers. Then he walked off the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd, and sat in a corner with Aaron in the club. .

"I'm surprised you can get a ticket to come in." Aaron stared at the bald singer: "Not everyone can come in here."

"Someone gave me her ticket." The bald singer squeezed out a smile: "As a price, I took away 80% of her soul."

"Then you really know how to do business." Aaron asked curiously: "She sold you the ticket? And you took her soul?"

"No way, the situation was urgent." The bald singer was also very proud of his business: "If you don't agree to my conditions, she will die. As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die."

Aaron understood that what the bald singer was talking about was the night of the fire in Susar. There must have been nobles who sold their souls to him in order to save their lives in order to seek asylum.

"So, the cunning villain from the third floor, do you have anything else to say to me?" Aaron sighed.

The devil is a very dangerous creature indeed.

The bald singer glanced left and right, seeing that no one was paying much attention to the two of them, and then said in a low voice: "Do you still remember that I told you that the son of tyranny had a deal with Bayer?"

"Remember, Bayer, the lord of the first floor of hell." Aaron nodded: "Isn't that night part of the deal?"

"What is the lord of the first floor of hell? Bair lost his position as lord a few years ago, and the current lord of Avernas is called Zariel, daughter of destruction!" The bald singer took out a Thick file bag: "Hey, I accidentally lost the file you wanted, the information on the ninth floor of hell, and you picked it up."

"Yeah, this is really a surprise." Aaron put away the thick file bag.

It seems that some parts of the information given by Elminster are outdated. Has the lord of the first floor of hell changed?From Bair to Zariel, Daughter of Destruction?
Who is Zariel?He seemed to have heard the name before.

He was about to ask the bald singer about the matter between the two, but the bald singer snatched the conversation: "No, more than that, Bayer also provided Anaheim Military Industry with a hell production line and a legendary super large aircraft." Hell constructs war machines—hellfire war machines, I want these things.”

"The legendary super-large hell-built war machine? Since Bayer gave Manacorn this thing, why didn't he use it?" Aaron recalled that the list did mention that there was a super-large scrap pile in the warehouse.

The bald singer smiled: "Byer just provided it, he didn't say that the Son of Tyranny can use it, for this thing, the Son of Tyranny was absorbed by Bayer a lot of divine power, but after getting it, he couldn't move it, and finally had to stacked in warehouses."

Okay, it's pretty devilish.

"These things are useless to you, but they are useful to me. Grand Duke Maman wanted one for a long time." The bald singer said meaningfully: "Remember to read the information I gave you, Avernas was once in Bayer It was thriving and thriving under the rule of the regime, but it is different now... Grand Duke Mammon is willing to pay a high price for this super-large war construct 'Hellfire Warfare'."

Aaron discussed with the bald singer, and finally sold [-] Golden Lion coins. The bald singer said that it would take some time to raise funds. After all, to convert hell soul coins into gold coins, such a large amount needs to go through some free port channels.

Later, the bald singer proposed to establish a business station, and he planned to establish a long-term trade relationship.

"I've prepared the place in advance." The bald singer said confidently, "It's in the city and has property rights. Don't worry, I've arranged everything."

"Heh, I have the summoning props and the place is ready. Can I betray me and summon the devil army?" Aaron decisively rejected this suggestion and asked the devil to build a business station. What kind of joke are you talking about? !

The bald singer was not surprised by Aaron's resolute refusal, he continued to laugh, and asked the bartender to order a glass of the strongest whiskey, with lava fire shining in his amber eyes: "Do you know why I keep looking for you to trade? ? Dude?"

The bald singer sighed, poured down the spirits, and smashed his mouth: "If it wasn't for being pitted by Maman's maggot, who would want to be a devil? But the Nine Hells is such a place, and they fell into it. It's hard to leave."

"I used to think that way too."

"And you, Your Excellency Aaron Salian, you gave me hope!"

　Updated, ask for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)