District 13, where the Knights reside.
Sigrid sat on the sofa, with a glass of red wine instead of black tea.
She picked up the wine glass and activated the miniature version of the [Carousel of Destiny] in front of her.
The black and white floor tile grid turned into a palm-sized toy, slowly rotating in mid-air.
Sigrid looked at the light screen above the props, where the competition video was playing, her eyes seemed focused, but also a bit hollow.
"Your Highness."
A voice sounded from the shadows behind him.
"explain."
"The witch has left Area 13."
Sigrid nodded slightly and asked again: "Go to the breeding house?"
The voice said respectfully: "Yes, it is exactly as you expected."
Sigrid sipped the red wine and didn't care.
"They are too good at guessing."
Or maybe it's because they never intended to hide their movements.
This move greatly reduced Sigrid's vigilance towards them. To be honest, if it weren't for the special nature of the witch profession, these three people might really become Sigrid's most admired candidates.
But unfortunately, the witch is really far from her best idea.
Sigrid was still distracted, and the voice that had not received a reply for a long time had already taken the initiative to move on to the next topic.
"The selection of the Origin Guild has ended. The palace asked you when you are going to..."
Sigrid interrupted: "Reply to him and say that I rarely come out. I also met with the selection of the Origin Guild and the exchange meeting in R'lyeh City one after another. I plan to stay outside for a longer time."
As for how long "a little longer" means, there is no definite number.
The voice paused, presumably hesitating for a while, before continuing.
"Your Majesty means that I hope you can go back one month before the birthday party starts."
Birthday party?
Sigrid counted the time.
"My birthday is still early... He can wait a month before urging me."
But if you calculate it this way, the time given by Paul III is too ample.
Sigrid asked suspiciously: "He didn't remember the time wrong, right?"
The owner of the voice secretly cursed that if he didn't take the maid's reminder into consideration, this thing might really happen. Unfortunately, as the emperor, Paul III had many people to help him record the time schedule. Even if he really forgot, someone would remind him.
Not wanting to talk about such a depressing matter, Sigrid changed the subject and asked, "I've been out for so long, how have those people reacted?"
"No."
"With Lord Anduin's existence exposed, I'm afraid no one will dare to think about it in a short period of time."
Sigrid guessed this was the result.
She sighed, a little regretful that she wasted a rare opportunity.
I want to create such a good opportunity next time, but I don’t know when it will be.
Just at this time, the video played to Dean's home court. Sigrid caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but stop and criticize that face.
"It really causes trouble for people."
In a competition, first he was late, and then his existence was exposed, and the plan failed.
Sigrid realized that she had obviously helped this man a lot, but not only did she get no benefit, but he also dug holes one after another.
This was the first time she had done such a disadvantageous thing.
Recalling the image of the battle between Dean and the Sorcerer, Sigrid held her chin up, reviewing the "good things" she had done, and thinking about how to repay the favor, her expression gradually became a little weird.
…
Sigrid didn't know that a similar conversation was taking place between Lensak and Timothy just a few hundred meters away from her residence.
"Are those troublesome women gone?"
Lensak looked at Timothy with a questioning look and received a positive nod.
"I saw them leave District 13 with my own eyes."
"good!"
These words were enough. Lensak did not hesitate and directly ordered Anderson to open a bottle of wine for him. His joy could be said to be beyond words.
The sound of opening a bottle of wine sounded, and Timothy looked unsurprised. He didn't even change the speed of his speech when reporting the situation. He looked at the documents in his hand and read one by one: "Princess Sigrid has completed the equipment maintenance. He also helped us update our existing equipment..."
Lensak drank while listening. By the time the report was over, a bottle of wine had just been finished.
He yawned lazily and printed a read mark on the report document.
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Area 1, Royal Palace.
"oh?"
Looking at the letter in his hand, Paul III narrowed his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually became cold.
"Am I right, breeder?"
He squeezed out two disdainful sneers from his throat, and his thick chest heaved violently, as if some accumulated emotions were surging inside.
The boy who originally wanted to come over was pulled away by his mother. After giving his father a fearful look, he obediently hugged the ball and walked away.
Paul III doesn't care either. He is really not suitable to get along with children now.
The word "selector" triggered some memories of his "father", which made Paul III feel very bad.
He turned the red gemstone ring on his hand, and the crimson flame ignited instantly, turning the letter into ashes.
…
Raleye City, Wisdom Tavern.
"Really or not, this duck that we already got was really robbed by a dark horse?"
Holding the freshly baked daily newspaper, Silur squirted out a mouthful of wine and immediately received a menacing look from the bartender.
He apologized awkwardly, but before he put down the newspaper, he heard the voice of his companion.
"What dark horse?"
Meng En, who was drinking until he was in a daze, managed to hold on to his energy and got close to his new teammate.
"That's what the breeder is..."
Silur suddenly paused mid-sentence.
I almost forgot that there is a big brother beside me who is related to the dark horse.
"It's nothing..."
He glanced at Meng En, who had a butterfly on his head and smelled of alcohol, and said, "Brother, please stop drinking. That kind of team just leaves as soon as they leave. It's not worth feeling sad for them!"
"Think on the bright side. If you hadn't kicked those fools away, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet us, would you?"
Meng En looked at Silur in a daze, as if he was a little unresponsive. How could meeting them be considered a good thing? His drunken eyes were full of confusion.
Silur took the opportunity to say: "Don't believe it, let me tell you, you don't understand the power of our team now. I will take you to the station in a while, and you will know after meeting all the members. Our adventure team, people They are few but capable, and all of them are talented people. They can contribute to human civilization, and they can go to the battlefield to fight against monsters. They can fight, carry, and research. Anyway, they will definitely not let you down!"
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