Chapter 2512: The outspoken prince elder

The airship slowly landed on a relatively flat clearing on an isolated island.
This is exactly where Kailan and I landed while looking for the remains of the Celestial Clan.
We stepped off the airship one after another, followed by a group of waiters who moved tables, chairs, kettles, tea cups, and boxes.
Glancing at the long line of waiters, I was speechless.
Before boarding the airship, I once persuaded Elder Prisla. This is just a simple two-party talks, and there is no need to mobilize people.
But the big elder didn't think so. She first accused me of being too simple and casual and incomprehensible, and then she told me the etiquette of the aristocratic class in Moonlight City.
This etiquette is extremely cumbersome, and I even have to pay attention to serving tea and drinking water. Now I finally understand why Princess Analita and Princess Analeta will live with my parents, and I even want to settle down in my home. It is the fear of being restrained by etiquette.
Hey, etiquette is stronger than tigers.
Under my guidance, the group soon came near the ruins of the Celestial Clan Research Institute. They had not yet seen Luke's shadow, but saw that Elder Prisella had an ugly face, a solemn expression, and his hands clenched fists, shaking slightly.
"What's wrong?" I wondered in my heart, after hesitating for a moment, I still asked: "Elder, are you suddenly unwell?"
Elder Prisla ignored my ridicule, her extremely sharp eyes pointed directly at the dense forest on the east side of the ruins.
Deep in the dense forest, there was a lot of tranquility, and there was no sound of insects and birds, which was very abnormal.
But the knowledge of the previous life let me know that insects and birds, especially insects, are more sensitive to danger than any other creature. That is to say, at this moment, there is an extremely dangerous existence in the deep forest.
Looking at the entire island, he is the only one who can be scared of insects and birds.
Reaching out and pointing at the jungle, I said, "The apostle should be there."
"Whatever the guest, let's go" Master Dewey suggested.
Elder Prisla was obviously unhappy, but she refused to lose face, gritted her teeth, and still followed our pace.
As for the waiters, they took their own things and hurriedly chased them.
From the moment she stepped into the jungle, Elder Prisla was a little trembling. She always looked like an enemy, as if the entire jungle was a huge trap. There were dangers in it. If you don’t pay attention, you will Died here.
The old man's vigilance is so strong, it is not necessarily a bad thing, but she is too trembling, so that it affects the atmosphere of the team and brings the mood of everyone.
"I said... the elder, can you just... relax a little bit, um, just relax a little bit."
I kindly reminded.
Elder Prisla gave me a quick glance, then ignored me and continued to concentrate on the surroundings.
"Okay" spread out my hands, I whispered, "When I didn't say it."
After walking forward for more than half an hour, the vegetation gradually dwindled and ruins emerged.
This is a vast ruin, another relic left by the celestial people, ruined walls, broken roofs, a desolate.
Passing through a few old houses with only one wall left, a thin and rickety figure suddenly appeared in front of us.
Under the tousled white hair, there is an old face, three turbid old eyes, around a long and pointed hook nose, snow-white and dense beard, covering his mouth, which is missing a few teeth. The strictness.
At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged on the ground, with one pair of strong arms leaning on the ground, and the other pair of thin arms holding a tree stick, constantly writing and drawing on the ground.
"Yeah, Luke, are you busy?" I stepped forward and greeted him.
However, Luke ignored me. He still concentrated on writing and painting, as if the whole world, only himself and the scribbled painting in front of him.
After being boring, I curled my lips and waved at one of the waiters.
The waiter trot over and offered two bottles of wine.
Pulling out the cork, the smell of wine suddenly overflowed, wrapping me and Luke in them.
Shrugging his nose, Luke sighed, then threw away the stick, looked up at my eyes, and said helplessly: "It's really a big mistake to know you."
After that, I raised my hand, took a bottle of wine, and pulled out the cork, but instead of blowing directly on the bottle as I thought, I stretched out my other hand.
I looked confused: "Huh?"
"Cup" Luke said.
"Oh" answered several times, I beckoned to another waiter, and immediately there was a crystal glass to offer.
Luke looked at the crystal cup carefully and nodded in satisfaction: "Although human beings are weaker, the manufacturing process is superb."
With a compliment, he tilted the mouth of the glass and poured the wine slowly. After half a full glass, he stopped. Then he raised the glass and shook it against the sun. He couldn't help but praised: "For a long time, human winemaking technology has improved. It's unprecedented."
Then he picked up the wine glass and tasted it carefully. After more than two minutes of aftertaste, he sighed and looked satisfied.
"Now you don't think it was a mistake to meet me?" I joked with a smile.
"It depends on the face of the wine."
He laughed, touched a glass with me, and continued to taste.
It was not until I finished drinking a whole bottle of wine that I mentioned the purpose of this trip to him: "I came here this time because I missed it a little, and the other was to talk about the alliance."
"Heh" Luke chuckled and said, "The second one is the real purpose, right?"
I smiled, pretending to be a fool.
Upon seeing this, Master Dewey and the impatient Prisella Elder stepped forward.
Master Dewey bowed to Luke and said: "I am the representative of Fort Witch, Master Dewey, you can call me Master Dewey or Dewey."
Luke nodded, then turned his gaze to Elder Prisella. The latter's pupils shrank slightly and he hesitated for a second before saying: "I am Prisella, the representative of Moonlight City, and I am in the position of Grand Elder."
Luke frowned slightly, looked at Elder Prissella, and slowly said: "We don't seem to have seen it before?"
"Yes," the elder Prisla said: "This is the first time I have met your Excellency."
"Since it is the first sight, why is the hostility so great?"
Elder Prisella was startled when she heard the words, her expression changed from alert to panic, and then quickly back to alert. After several consecutive changes, she said solemnly: "The ancestors have words, apostles, disasters."
I was taken aback by what she said. I looked at Luke subconsciously, and at the same time I felt anxious: I really don’t know what kind of madness the elder Priss pulls, and even saying this in front of the apostle, this is not equivalent to Are you scolding the blind for being blind and lame?
If she doesn't slap her face, and she doesn't expose her shortcomings while cursing people, is she going to die?
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