Otherworldly Lord

Chapter 87

A month flies by.

The loyalty of the trained goblins and dwarves to Song Mo increased by [-] percentage points again. Although Lord Song didn't intend to engage in personality cults or anything, but his character is too good, there is nothing he can do about it.If people insist on worshiping him, they can't pull the collar and say: "Don't worship Lao Tzu, or I will bite you", right?

Five days before departure, Song Mo held a dinner party in the castle.The aroma of the large plate of pork stewed with potatoes and corn stewed with pork ribs wafted around.All kinds of fried and baked snacks are golden and crispy.New wines were put on display, although the wine pairing with the stew was a bit nondescript, like a Venus with a broken arm or a naked David in an antique room, but for the Greenlanders Said, eat and drink long live.

Both the elves and the demons attended the dinner, but they were still a little out of tune with the Grelanders.

Jerry took a glass of wine and stood quietly in the corner against the wall without saying a word.Ever since seeing the water of soul in Song Mo's cottage, the elf has become silent, and complex lights often flashed in emerald green eyes.Every time Jerris' eyes fell on him, it gave him a thorn in his back.But Song Mo has been very busy recently, and has no time to pay attention to what Jerry is thinking. In fact, Song Mo didn't intend to cause too much trouble for himself.It's just that the pattern on the back of his left hand reminds him all the time that he still has a contract with this blond elf, and he still owes this elf a lot of favor.

"Troubleshooting."

Song Mo touched his nose and deliberately turned his eyes away from Jerry.He couldn't turn away, another pair of sea-blue eyes almost shot him through.

Just looking at it, is it useful? !

Song Mo turned his head and glared at Reese, who raised his wine glass as a gesture to him, licked his red lips lightly, and continued to pick his clothes blatantly with his eyes.

Song Mo's ears started to feel hot, really %...W$R%!

Goblins and dwarves are fighting for wine, obviously the green-skinned goblin is no match for the bearded dwarf.The dwarves were helping the goblins, but they could only support their friends mentally. After a while, seven or eight goblins were forced to get under the table by the dwarf brothers.

The dwarf brothers who had won a big victory jumped onto the wine table, raised their glasses high, and sang the dwarf's toast song with great interest. Song Mo was watching it interestingly, and Jobis and Ayton walked to his side and raised their glasses to Song Mo Said: "My lord, we respect you! Thank you for your generosity and kindness!"

"Well, I also respect everyone." Song Mo smiled and raised his glass and drank it down.He has a bold face, but he is slandering in his heart. Because of this, drinking wine in the same way as drinking beer, Lao Tzu can be regarded as setting a precedent.

After a few glasses of wine, Song Mo talked more and more, "The so-called business, you must be flexible, don't be stubborn. People in Garland should also get along well, harmony makes money, interpersonal relationships are very important .And the brochure I gave you, just circulate it internally, don’t spread it outside.”

"My lord, we will do as you say."

"Also, the store's revenue and expenditure details must be clear, and there should be no vagueness."

It is only in its infancy at present, and as the business grows bigger and bigger, more and more problems will arise.

Song Mo's study is not business, and he has never actually operated it, so it can only be regarded as a theory on paper. Garland has experience, but this is the first time he has come into contact with this business model, and there must be times when he can't figure it out.

Garland and Song Mo signed a contract and are a reliable partner.But the rest of the Garland caravan was a different matter.In the face of huge benefits, it is hard to say that no one will be tempted.Song Mo himself can't show up, and he can only rely on these dwarves and goblins to get a firm grasp of the situation of these shops.

This is responsible for himself, but also for Garland.In any case, Song Mo didn't want to have a quarrel with Garland because of other people, and it was necessary to prevent problems before they happened.Once the situation he is worried about occurs, the impact can be minimized.

"My lord, don't worry! The dwarf's memory is top-notch! We will remember the income and expenditure of every business clearly!" The old dwarf Ayton said, patting his chest: "If you don't believe me, I can even accurately Tell me what color underwear everyone in the castle is wearing this week!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not!" Ayton was obviously drunk, and he almost roared the next words, "Just like you, big flower boxer underwear!"

As soon as Ayton finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Song Mo looked around, most of the people had subtle expressions, the elf still looked like an iceberg, but Reese covered his mouth and his shoulders trembled with laughter.

By the way, what happened to wearing boxer underwear with big flowers? !Who stipulated that the lord could not wear boxer underwear with big flowers? !

Refreshing, cool and comfortable!

Still laughing, laughing X laughing!

Song Mo twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, and pressed the dwarf's shoulder, "Ayton, how do you know this?"

"I saw it when the maids were doing laundry." The dwarf paused, and then said, "My lord, although I really don't want to say this, your taste is really bad. If you want to keep your lover's heart , must be improved, not sexy, at least a little sentimental, small freshness is also good, big flowers with four corners or something, that is Uncle Mensao's hobby..."

Song Mo's face turned livid, and Jerry turned his head silently. Reese was already laughing so hard that he hit the wall.

No one can stop the drunken old dwarf anymore.

After discussing the pattern of underwear with Song Mo, Ayton discussed the importance of color with the stern-faced butler, and then told tough guys like Johnson Turro that underwear must be changed frequently, and then turned to the dwarves... Song Mo Mo could clearly see that the face of the conversation partner caught by Ayton became very exciting like a palette.

The only two people in the audience who have not been harassed by the old dwarf are the elves and the demons.

Sure enough, even when drunk, these guys with strong brains and weak limbs also know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Are persimmons picked soft?

Song Mo expressed dissatisfaction with the fact that he had become a pinched persimmon.After being dissatisfied, he felt that the expressions of other people who were harassed by the old dwarf were very funny, such as Old John.

Seeing Old John's awkward and incapable expression, Lord Song's mood suddenly improved a lot.After drinking one glass after another, by the end of the dinner, he was already a little unsteady.

Most of them were already drunk and unconscious, and were carried back to their homes.Those who can walk on their own will have an S-shaped route.

Song Mo squeezed his forehead, leaned against the wall, hiccupped, felt his stomach churning, and felt a little uncomfortable.He shouldn't be drinking so much.But it was rare to be able to relax. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

A hand suddenly covered Song Mo's forehead, and the cold breath flowed along the palm, which made him feel much better.

Song Mo raised his head and blinked blankly, "Jeris?"

The elf didn't speak, and didn't withdraw his hand until Song Mo's face was no longer so ugly.Seeing that Song Mo was still standing there dumbfounded, he said impatiently, "You're drunk, you should go back to your room to rest."

"Hehe." Song Mo smirked twice, "I'm not drunk."

After that, he raised his left hand and grabbed Jerry's long golden hair, "Jeris, your hair is so beautiful... It's like gleaming gold."

The elf frowned, barely suppressing the thought of chopping off the claws that grabbed onto his hair, and grabbed Song Mo's wrist, "Let go."

Song Mo still smiled and didn't move.

Jeris frowned even tighter, "I said let go!"

Song Mo still didn't move, but suddenly exerted force on his hand, Jerris was caught off guard, and was pulled down by him, and he leaned towards the elf's ear with the warm breath of alcohol, and whispered a word.

Jeris paused for a moment, his emerald green eyes flashed a cold light, "What do you know?"

Song Mo let go of Jerry's hair, returned to his drunken appearance, shrugged his shoulders, "I'm a drunk, what can I know? Maybe I'm just drunk."

The next moment, a white hand clasped Song Mo's shoulder, opened the somewhat ambiguous distance between the two, and hugged the drunken lord into his arms.

"Honey, what are you talking about?"

Reese lowered his head, with a doting smile on his face, but the absurdity did not reach his eyes.Song Mo didn't seem to notice this, raised his head with a smile, and kissed Reese's chin, "I'm telling Jerry that I'm drunk and will go crazy."

"is it?"

Reese brushed Song Mo's lips with his fingers, and his fingertips seemed to be stained with the smell of wine. He turned to look at Jerry who was standing aside, "Elf, I hope you still remember what I said before."

Jerry's expression became even colder, and Jerry bent over and hugged Song Moheng, and several demons had already stopped in front of Jerry.

Song Mo put his chin on Reese's shoulder, and waved to the elf in a good mood: "Jeris, good night!"

Looking at that innocent face, Jeris almost gritted his silver teeth!Good night!

The atmosphere between the demons and elves is getting more and more tense, and a fight may break out at any time.Old John walked over with a serious face and said, "Everyone, it's not good if you make too much noise in the castle. I suggest that you move to the ground to make it easier to cast. The Emerald Forest is a good choice."

The simple translation of this sentence is: If you want to fight, change the place, so as not to affect everyone's rest.There is a free venue outside, and no one cares if you are killed.

After the butler finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, directing the servants and maids to clean the banquet hall as if nothing had happened. The elves and demons who were left hanging in place looked like a punctured ball, looking at each other in dismay.

Fighting also needs to brew the atmosphere. How can you fight when you are so disturbed?

Song Mo was carried all the way back to the room by Reese, and the two of them didn't speak on the way.Until the body touched the soft bed, drunkenness and tiredness surged up together, Song Mo couldn't help but yawned and yawned, his cheeks rubbed against the pillow, and his black hair spread out like a black rose in full bloom.

Pulling open the collar of the shirt with one hand, he was finally able to take a few breaths smoothly.

"Honey, are you inviting me?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Reese gently lifted Song Mo's black hair hanging on his forehead, the smile on his face was a little blurred in the candlelight.

Song Mo turned over and lay on the bed, took Reese's hand, looked at the lines on the snow-white palm, "I'm drunk."

"Oh, I'm drunk." Reese nodded in understanding, leaned down, and asked softly, "Then, everything I'll do next can be forgiven, right?"

"What are you going to do?" In the dimness, Song Mo's black eyes stared at Reese unblinking, like two deep pools that could drown the soul.

"What do you say? Honey..."

Reese lifted Song Mo's chin, and slowly lowered his head...