Chapter 450

The dinner was held at Coleman castle.

It's strange that the only castle in North County doesn't belong to the archbishop or Lancelot, but a family I've never heard of——

After all, the Coleman family is only the family of innocent Town, and has been isolated from the West for a long time, not to mention outsiders. Even the old people on atonement island have not heard much. As a high-ranking priest of Yangfan port temple, Mariana is naturally unlikely to have heard of it, but some people have heard of it.

"The Coleman family? The battle mage family who has lived in innocent town for generations? I see!"

Forging master lesno patted his thigh, raised his eyebrows and beard together: "I said there were so many people in North County. It turned out that Gao Wen brought the whole innocent town!"

The "refined gold trade union" has long-term trade contacts with the Principality of Qiandao. They are involved in the construction, transformation and maintenance of the Haihuang. They build the equipment of ice and fire guard. As the procurement director of the "refined gold trade union", lesno knows so much about Yom Kippur island that he knows the distribution of minerals and personnel in the whole Yom Kippur island. Once he heard that this is Coleman castle, I guessed everything at once.

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows:

Who says dwarves are thick lines? He is very smart. There are details in the rough, all of them match Zhang Fei!

Slave owner lesno was stunned. Then he thought of the relevant information collected. He was secretly surprised, quickly praised and laughed loudly: "Your Excellency Gao Wen is really great. He has quietly won over the whole innocent town. No wonder you can build such a big and good city. Your charm can make the orcs dance, the ogres smile and the ladies of the imperial capital scream!"

"Compared with the great Azeroth gods, my personal charm is completely negligible."

Gao Wen smiled and his eyes suddenly became distant, There is golden light in the eyes: "A sudden tsunami swept the whole East. The people of innocent town got the guidance of the gods of Azeroth in advance, left their hometown and came here without any trouble. And I also got the guidance of the gods and built Beijun as their second hometown in advance with the great help of the gods. This is a miracle of the gods and our luck."

Lesno secretly skimmed his lips:

Miracles? The real miracle only exists between a woman's legs. It would be better if it were the Queen's.

He believes in the God of war and has offered a lot of sacrifices to the God of war temple, but he has never been favored by the God of war and has never seen the miracle of the God of war with his own eyes!

Compared with God, he believes in the gold coins he has!

Mariana wisely did not answer.

As a believer of the gods of light, of course, she can't praise other gods, but she won't slander and despise them, because the gods of light are upright and selfless, and their priests must be.

But other businessmen are less worried, especially those with lower status.

Businessmen who pursue profits are the most unswerving group in the world. Even the goddess of wealth who is most closely related to them, in fact, they don't believe it. It's still the same sentence:

Although there is no doubt about the existence of gods, how many people have really seen miracles?

Not everyone is as lucky as the believers of Azeroth.

"Praise the gods of Azeroth." A businessman with a pious face and small stars in his eyes almost knelt down: "you save the people from water and fire, your grace covers all the people, your glory shines on the world, and your words and deeds are our only criterion!"

"Praise the gods of Azeroth, praise the high crown!"

One voice sounded, one after another.

Gawain smiled.

He knew very well what these merchants were. Most of them did not know how many gods they praised or how many believers they were.

No matter which monastery or temple they go to, some people will pray and worship, hoping to get the favor of the gods, or at least not be disgusted by the gods.

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

This is not what Gawain values.

The dinner party will begin soon.

Dishes and wine are basically the goods seized from the Haihuang, which are owned by these merchants——

Gawain's treat. They pay.

Of course, there are specialties of atonement Island, such as roast goats all over the table, which is Lina's masterpiece.

The meat of Warcraft is much tighter than that of ordinary animals. It is also much more refreshing and delicate. It is nourished by magic power. It tastes very good.

Eating too much Warcraft meat can strengthen your physique.

Although legend is impossible, it can prolong life. If you eat Warcraft meat every day, the best wine and color dandies can also be strong.

In the meantime, various businessmen have found opportunities to get close to and chat with Gao Wen.

The banquet is always the best place to activate the atmosphere and understand others. Gao Wen uses "spiritual vision" and "thinking stealing" without scruples to see the hearts of most people and pry into the secrets of their hearts.

A busy day makes them tired. Now they are full of wine and food, which adds to the consumption. The mental state of people who are full is really not as good as that of people who are not full. Moreover, Lancelot, Marcus and others frequently persuade them to drink. Alcohol paralyzes their spirit and makes their mental resistance decline continuously.

Gawain's spiritual strength has almost reached the level of a senior mage. No businessman here can compare with him. Even lesno, who is a combat master, can't stop his soul peeping. His most secret thoughts are exposed in front of Gawain.

The only exception is Mariana.

Mariana's spiritual power is almost up to the level of a wizard, but she can't stop Gawain's thought stealing.

It was the power of the gods that really blocked him.

Ordinary believers can't get the gift from the gods, but the priest can have a shallow communication with the gods in prayer. Of course, it's only a unilateral communication. It's like looking at the gods from a distance and the gods won't notice this small role.

But in any case, she still got a trace of the favor of the gods, which put a mysterious veil on her body and soul, made Gawain's thinking stealing encounter trouble, and even almost aroused Mariana's vigilance.

I had to give it up.

Interestingly, Mariana is not a pure holy priest. What hides under the holy appearance is an intelligent heart.

She tried to peep into other people's minds!

However, compared with Gawain, she was obviously not skilled enough, and her spiritual strength was too weak. The snooping did not last long, but was cancelled with the decline of Mariana's mental state.

It was dark and the banquet was over. Gawain returned to the monastery.

He closed his eyes and meditated, sorting out the information obtained by peeping into his heart.

Those information is too much and too miscellaneous. Even with his strong spirit, he feels his head bulging and has to digest and absorb it well.

More importantly, today is destined to be a sleepless night.

Some people will want to talk to Gawain alone. The experience of this day makes them have more ideas, but most people will be stopped and invited to Marcus's room for a long talk all night.

Marcus's charm is that men and women kill each other. I believe that on this sleepless night, he will be able to use his smile and tongue to persuade some important businessmen to win the first batch of trading partners for North County.

Only a few businessmen will be invited to Gawain.

Half an hour later, Lancelot pushed the door and came in.

"Gawain, lesno, please."

Actually... It's him?

Not the dwarf forging master "Bogut"?

It's strange that grumpy dwarves are more calm than slave owners who have sold unknown numbers of people.

"Invite him in."