Lord Wants To Be An Emperor

“Hi, buddy, where are you working now?”

This sudden greeting made Gareth look confused.

“Go to work? What kind of work?”

The half-elf waiter looked at Gareth with a confused look. Just when he wanted to continue speaking, he heard the shout from the restaurant boss.

“Mark, you are lazy again, believing or not I will deduct your salary.”

Hearing the roar of Boss, Mark, the half-elf waiter, immediately hit a shivered, facing Gareth Said: “Sorry! Brother, I’m going to work, lest I be deducted from the boss.”

The wizard next to Gareth said with a smile: “It seems that Mark is used to the current life. Now.”

“What do you mean by this?” Gareth said slightly in a daze.

“Sir Lord once said that he does not support idlers. If he wants to live here, he must learn to support himself. Mark is the first person to choose to find a job.” Gentle Windor Said with a gentle smile.

“Then what about you?”

Gareth’s words refer to these elves.

Windor shook his head helplessly.

“Many people have been enslaved for too long and still can’t adapt to their current life. They can only learn from Aliah-sama.”

Gareth looked at Windor in doubt.

“What about you?”

“Me?” A zeal flashed in Wendor’s eyes.

“I was originally selected by Sir Lord to go to school as Teacher, but Mr. Willson was chosen by Mr. Willson to become the secretary next to him, responsible for helping him with daily affairs.”

” Mr. Willson is a very wise old man. He has taught me a lot of things and has benefited me a lot…”

Gareth looked at Windor who was in the tuberculosis mode, not at all disturb him , But quietly listened to him talking to himself.

This is sickness, and many elves who have just recovered their freedom have their spirits that have been suppressed for too long burst out. Naturally loving peace, they don’t like fighting, and they don’t use killing to vent their emotions, so they change Chenghua tuberculosis is their best way to vent.

Gareth also got a lot of very important information from it.

For example, Lord Merlot’s attitude towards aliens.

Outside the City Lord Mansion, Aliah has been waiting for a long time. Seeing Wendor who was still talking continuously, he had to say with a straight face: “Wendor, are you too free? , Should I give you some burden.”

Windor instantly recovered to his gentle and elegant appearance, and gave a salute to Aliah and left.

“Master Aliah!” Gareth gave a very standard wizard gift.

“I already told you in the letter, you can answer whatever you want. Don’t worry too much.”

Aliah whispered.

The subtext is very simple, that is to let Gareth refuse Aslan’s request to buy a horse.

Gareth nodded, he knows very well that the formidable power of cavalry charge and the battle strength that can erupt in the Changfeng Plain can definitely make all aliens on the Changfeng Plain despair.

In the reception room, Aslan is very lazy and half lying on his leather sofa.

There are two great swordmasters, Cruz and Ulus standing behind him. As soon as Gareth enters the door, the great swordmaster’s aura is undoubtedly revealed. This is to show Gareth directly.

Gareth’s mouth twitches slightly, calm and composed sitting opposite Aslan.

The two fell into staring at each other like this, and neither spoke to each other. Aslan each minding their own business drinking freshly cooked milk.

The cow was drawn from the top ten lords, only a dozen or so, and was raised by Aslan as an apple of one’s eye.

Milk is a good thing, it can be made into countless foods and nutrients.

He has asked Jason to buy cows back in large quantities.

Aslan finished a glass of milk and ate a few more cookies.

Gareth can’t help it anymore, he is really tempted by the delicious food in front of Aslan.

Although the Changfeng Plain is dominated by plains, the foreign races have also reclaimed many fields, but the yield is not satisfactory, and they can barely feed the foreign races on the Changfeng Plain.

In this case, it is natural not to be too harsh on the taste of the food.

“Lord Aslan, this is your way of hospitality!” Gareth asked dissatisfiedly.

Aslan really shook his head indifferently.

“Do you want to be my guest?”

Gareth wrinkled slightly frowned, and asked displeased: “Lord Aslan! What do you mean?”

“No! I just want to say that I want to be my guest. There must be enough places for me to value, or if anyone comes to me, I will treat me with courtesy. Isn’t it exhausting?” Aslan suddenly sat upright Body, said with contempt.

“Are you insulting me?” Gareth put his hand on the hilt, his imposing manner was swelling, and he could attack at any time.

“hehe! Seven hundred and ninety-five elves, and 4,670 half-elves.”

Aslan suddenly burst out a data, and Gareth’s face changed suddenly.

This number is exactly the total population of his tribe. Why Aslan knew it? Even Aliah didn’t know about it.

Aliah looked at Gareth’s expression and immediately guessed the meaning of Aslan’s words, his face changed drastically.

“It seems that Lord Aslan knows the alien races of Changfeng Plain very well!” Aliah said with a smile, hoping to break the cold, if Gareth really draws his sword, then he will undoubtedly die.

When Gareth heard Aliah’s words, he couldn’t help letting go of the hilt of the sword and barely smiled.

“Sorry! I was so excited just now.”

Aslan shrugged indifferently.

“You foreign races are not good things. I don’t care if I don’t have a good life. I still want to make my idea of ​​Changfeng Town. If it weren’t for the fruit tree just planted, it will be next year at the earliest. If you can get the result, it is estimated that you will all send troops to plunder.”

Aslan’s words slammed his heart, Gareth’s mouth was slightly open, and even the slightest retort could not be said.

Aliah also heard anxiously. As a foreign race, still can’t recognize the facts?

It is actually planning to attack human towns on a large scale, but it will cause the same enemies of Human Race.

When the time comes, if the Marquis Medea of ​​Billy City also sent troops to help Aslan crusade against the alien races in the Changfeng Plain, it would really be the end of the Changfeng Plain.

Aliah until now is looking for an ecological chain that coexists with Human Race. What she hates most is those idiots who start a war against Human Race, because they can’t win at all. At first victory will only meet Come to Human Race for the cruelest revenge.

Gareth noticed Aliah’s murderous gaze, and his heart felt guilty.

“hmph! You wild half-elves are indeed a little stronger, but you have been hiding in remote mountains for a long time, but you can’t recognize the facts.” Aslan said mockingly.

Aliah said without a word: “Lord Aslan, Gareth patriarch is just listening to the slander of other races. Please give him a chance.”