The Dog Rider is the Demon King

After the welcome party was over, Brent took Ron back to the mother elf tree. There were only a few scattered elves under the tree tidying up the venue and the patriarch Sass was still there.Sta took the grown-up knights to rest. These people actually got drunk after drinking fruit wine. Obviously, light fruit wine is no different from fruit juice, but light wine can't stand them drinking like this. It's not impossible to drink cup after cup like pouring water, and get staggered drunk.

"How was your Highness hanging around just now?" Sass seemed to have drank a little wine, and now he was smiling, and he looked much more approachable than in the afternoon.

"I shouldn't leave without saying goodbye, but I learned some interesting things after going there." Brent smiled half sincerely and half politely, "It's not suitable to talk here, why don't we find a clean place A place to chat slowly?"

"...His Royal Highness, come here." The smile on Seth's face gradually faded, and he pointed to the depths of the dense forest.

The trees are full of huts with elves, and a few faint lamps are lit on the eaves. Against the backdrop of the forest, it looks like some kind of wonderful fairyland. It's these delicate little cabins in the trees and these faint, colorful lights on the eaves.

Seth stopped in a place without lights, turned around and looked at Brent in the dim starlight: "Your Highness, there is no one here. I wonder if Your Highness has anything to say?"

"Just now I accidentally learned that there seems to be something wrong with the elf mother tree recently. The elves have always been famous for their extensive news network, which all rely on the elf mother tree. However, there seems to be some problems with the elf mother tree recently. It has been nearly two years No new elves were born in that time, and many elves who left the elf forest quickly disappeared, and elves often fell, so now the leaves on the mother elf tree are extremely rare."

Brent took two steps slowly, looking up at the brilliant starry sky with his hands behind his back: "The reason why the elves have maintained a sense of mystery for so long and have a high degree of trust among all races is that the elves Powerful intelligence network. The powerful intelligence network of the elves is based on the population base of the elves and the special effects of the leaves of the elf mother tree. This time, the troubles of the elf mother tree directly lead to problems in both aspects. So Your Excellency is very worried, worried that the elves will become a piece of fat after losing their intelligence capabilities."

Turning around, Brent smiled and looked at the expressionless Sass: "Patriarch, you need capital to sell at a price, and you must be aware of this. Since you are already talking about our bottom line, then we Can we discuss the issue of cooperation between us? Since your Excellency needs asylum until we get through this crisis, and we also need the elves' ability to detect and collect information, it will be a win-win outcome, isn't it?"

"Your Highness is joking, it's better not to take these nonsense to heart." Twirling his long eyebrows, Seth said seriously.

"No, your Excellency needs to decide whether it is nonsense." Brent clapped his hands, "Lidal, bring it here for the patriarch to have a look at."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure came out of the nearby bushes.As soon as Cook Lida appeared, she threw a little guy she was carrying on her hand to the ground. It was a squirrel monster whose fluffy tail was pressed to the ground by him. The monster immediately turned over and stood on the ground. He kept shaking his head: "I don't know anything, I don't know anything."

"Repeat what I said twice, what are you guilty of?" Brent walked up to the squirrel monster and stared at him fixedly, "You are not a monster that has grown here for a long time, your clothes and big The tail is covered with many small branches and fresh leaves. If you just drilled around in the bushes, it would not leave so many scratches, and even some fur fell off. I can only think of two Either you don’t know the way, or you are being hunted down by something. Obviously not the latter, because the area near the Forest of Elves is the most peaceful area in the legend, and probably no one would be so stupid as to be in the forest of the elves Chasing a kind demon spirit on the territory. Then there is only one possibility left, you are a foreigner at all, and it is very likely that you will appear near the mother elf tree with some purpose."

"I... I just came here because I heard that the forest of elves can accommodate the demons expelled by the demons. Is this also a problem?" big tail.

"Of course. Then why did you go near the elf mother tree? Don't tell me that you are lost. The trees in the elf forest are different from the surrounding coniferous forest. Even at night, there are obviously some lights. Tonight the elves There is also a welcome party for us in front of the mother tree, so I must not have found the wrong place."

"I just lost my way. I saw the beauty of this place, of course I had to come here to take a closer look, but I accidentally heard a noise in front of me, so I ran away in a panic, which left me with scratches." The squirrel demon statue He calmed down and calmly responded to his questioning.

"But when you are welcome back, there are no lights here at all. The elves put all the lights on the eaves on the venue to decorate the venue. Then I would like to ask. How do you think it looks good in the dark?"

"I..." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Squirrel Demon Spirit's beautiful forehead. He hurriedly wiped off the dripping sweat, swallowed nervously, and pursed his lips.He stuck out his tongue again and licked his dry upper lip, his eyes were evasive and evasive.

"It's better to be honest, after all, you don't seem to have a good psychological quality." Brent said with a smile, "Or listen to my inference first? In fact, I have always had a bad feeling. But I don't seem to have a clue, it's about the demons. The demons are cheap labor created for themselves by the demons with a low fertility rate, but the quality is not particularly satisfactory, and they have not inherited the various abilities of the demons at all. , just to live a little longer, the other... nothing, even the talent of the original race cannot be particularly high, it can only be maintained at an average level. So for the ambitious demons, it is necessary to improve Fertility, or improving the quality of the demons."

Brent walked up to Sass: "Your Excellency, please seriously consider the questions I will raise next. First, whether the missing or unexpectedly passed away elves are more or less related to the demons; What is missing; three, how do the elves reproduce their offspring."

When Seth heard Brent's question, he frowned, thought for a while, and then slowly said: "This is your one-sided story after all, I can choose not to believe it."

"No, you will believe it, won't you? Because you can only trust us now, the leaves of the mother tree will not lie to you, your eyes will not lie to you, and what happens around you will not lie to you, no Is it?" Brent had a confident smile on his face, and he was sure that Sass would agree with him, "Cooperating with us will definitely be a good choice for the elves. First of all, the forest of elves is in Weiwei. On the Mer Mountains, it happens to be on the border with our country of Issutan. When it comes to protection, we are naturally able to provide timely and comprehensive help. In addition, I can tell you that we need a powerful ally like the elves now, so You don't have to worry too much. Of course, we won't ask you to make a decision now. After all, this matter is of great importance. This demon is left to you. You can ask him in different ways as you like. If you have any questions, you can ask him You can come and ask me, I am always here.”

After Brent finished speaking, he turned and left, and Ron and Lidal, who quietly acted as background boards, also followed behind him without saying a word.Seth, who stayed where he was, frowned, constantly thinking about the few questions Brent raised just now.

"Just leave like this? What if he backtracks... What if he disagrees?" Ron asked when he saw that there was no one around.

"He will agree. Now he has no right to choose at all. The predicament of the elves is imminent. His surveillance of the outside world is the image projected by the leaves of the elf mother tree, so he must be able to see that the demons treat those elves. What we have done. At least whichever group we rescued will definitely tell their experiences with embellishment, so they cannot choose the demon race. There are also beast races, and the elves probably would not choose them. As for other ancient Races... Most of them are also those who can't hide from the world, such as dwarves hiding in caves, dragons who don't know where they are, and goblins who don't know where they are. We are the only choice. Whether the appearance of that monster today is Those sent by the demons, after what I said, will make them suspicious. Although this kind of doubt is two-way, the patriarch of Sass will have similar doubts about us and the demons. However, what the demons do to the elves Right in front of him, suspicion plus facts equals our success. So the appearance of this monster is just a slapstick, forcing him to take this step as soon as possible." Brent picked a leaf from the nearby bush and blew it , issued a few short and sharp notes, "So the more I say, the more incomplete, the more loopholes, the more suspicious they will be. Of course, the premise is to grasp the degree well and leave room for reverie. space, but you can’t put yourself in a weak position. The attitude is arrogant or even unreasonable, and the elves with weak personalities are more likely to be hooked. Okay, sleep well, I’m tired.”

"Well... what do you mean by the three questions you asked, Your Highness?"

Brent took two quick steps, turned around and winked at Ron: "Secret."

The faint moonlight shone dimly on him, coating Brent's body with a faint silver edge. Under the moonlight, Brent's better face looked softer, with a little subtle playfulness .It made Ron's heart beat faster in an instant, and he wished he could hold him in his arms immediately and rub him well.

The author has something to say:

Well, I know there must be loopholes... I tried my best to tell the story well, after all, Brent is only a 15-year-old kid now... This is also a task in easy mode, I will be more rigorous in the logic in the future... Believe me

I love you babes.