Despite this, the music was not interrupted. Sita played summer songs hard, and the atmosphere was fiery. Priestess Arabella wore a strange square-pointed hat and walked past an empty table, but her face was radiant and told Dandelphine to look away. Sitting at the table and listening to music seems boring, but the music here is different from the castle. The singer winked at her happily and handed Dandelfine another blue rose. The mist created by the water elves still couldn't eliminate the scorching heat, so she happily came to the bar and ordered a glass of wine with honey.
"Cold?" The waiter had black hair and blue eyes, a deep voice and a cold expression.
Dandelphine nodded and decided to try a new flavor. The messenger handed her the wine glass in his hand. Even the outside of the glass was covered with white frost. Perhaps it was originally a piece of ice. After taking the cold drink, she felt that the wind blowing against her face became cooler.
"You can't drink something so cold." A hand grabbed her arm. Delphine turned to glare at him. The annoying adventurer remained indifferent under her gaze. "not good for health."
"Is this based on you? I'm not a mysterious creature." He still didn't let go, which annoyed her. "Enough! I am the master here, I can do whatever I want."
"You can't. You have to take responsibility for this city."
"Don't come and teach me what to do!" Danlfion screamed, "You are just an apprentice and a half-baked adventurer." They began to fight for the wine glass.
"Come on!" someone encouraged. I don’t know to whom I said it.
"Give her some color." This guy's stance was much clearer. Don't let me catch you, she thought.
"They need tables," the musician said. York Shayne, Theta of the Twinkling Pool. Danlfion once thought he was the stupidest adventurer in the Knox mercenary group. It was he who handed me the rose before, she remembered.
"It's a showdown!" the dwarf Painter suggested cheerfully, "Would you like an arm wrestling match?"
Suddenly, the force coming from the arm began to change direction. Delphine stared and exerted force at the same time without thinking. She had never played the game before, but the rules were easy to understand. They were at the bar a few seconds ago, but now they were at the empty table. The extra things were still lying aside, including the werewolf Mimi and the bouquet, with Danlfion holding the wine glass and Uriel holding her hand. Something was wrong, but she couldn't place it.
"That's not fair!" Arabella Reese said. Priestess was also watching this competition of arm strength, but no one cared what she said.
Dandelphine only focused on exerting herself. She had never been so energetic, but her opponent did not show weakness at all. She realized what was wrong: normal people would let her play the game with her, Danlfion Wiggins. This unspoken rule does not seem to hold true in this tavern.
The ice cubes hit the wine glass, and the foam continues to rise. What if I lose, Danlfion thought. As soon as he let go, I threw the glass of wine in his face. Thinking about it, losing seemed fun, and she suddenly lost her obsession with winning.
But his opponent was also using less strength, and Danlfien felt that his palm was hot and sticky, and it felt very uncomfortable against the back of his hand. Noble girls would put on gloves before touching strangers, even if others wanted to touch them. No one would be so rude. She felt a little sick.
Uriel finally gave up completely, and her arms were pushed down on the table. The golden wine poured out and spilled onto the floor. People laughed. Uriel wasn't angry either, it seemed that as long as Danlfion couldn't get a cold drink, his goal would be achieved. That's all.
"She lost."
I don't.
"Not surprising at all."
I was surprised.
"She doesn't know her opponent."
Who will give me a chance to understand him?
"She is a noble lady, not an adventurer." Uriel turned to respond to them, "You should have known that this is nothing to see. Okay, stop teasing, I don't want to see her cry."
No one gave me a choice.
Anger rose in her heart, and Delphine didn't know why she was angry, but she knew she was furious now. Not a drop of wine was left, and the cold glass could not relieve the heat caused by anger. it does not matter. She shook Uriel's hand away, intending to throw the cup in his face.
But it failed. The wine glass stuck firmly to her palm like a piece of ice, and the mercenaries laughed even more exaggeratedly, making the glass tremble.
Amidst the noise, a person whose face could not be seen clearly picked up the roses on the ground and handed them to her, telling the fools to get away. It was a voice she was unfamiliar with. The surrounding voices gradually became lower, and everyone looked at Danlfien. Calder and Painter looked at her gently, as if they were looking at their grown-up children; the messenger behind the bar had sharp, cold eyes, full of scrutiny; Sita York and Memie stared at her curiously, and the Priestess's eyes were very contemptuous. Uriel didn't look at her at all, and there was a bright red mist in his eyes. The blue rose was right in front of her, and Danlfien suddenly burst into tears.
... She gasped and woke up.
The room was dark, save for the fire still burning on the ashes. The extremely dark night was enough to keep a sleepy person awake. Danfion pushed off the quilt and felt a layer of cold sweat on his back. A complete nightmare. The maid Ansa slept next door, and Delphine pulled the bell to wake her up to prepare hot water. He sat on the bed and recalled vague dreams. Even though she was back to reality, she still felt angry.
Dandelphine would never have had this dream because her cousin was too talkative. They talked about a book about love at the party, which immediately triggered a series of discussions about future marriage. Maybe the Lancaster family hinted her to do this, Delphine thought. They wanted me to marry a noble from the Ice Territory. In this way, the Ice Territory will be completely in the hands of the Silver Eagle Family, rather than being a vassal of the Wiggins Family.
Just a stupid dream. She told herself that there would be no summer cicadas and taverns, no adventurers' songs and wine, no roses... although the last one would come sooner or later. I am the Earl of Iceland, the master of Whinivalse. Delphine Lancaster would not marry an unknown person hastily. The husband Tracy chose for her would come from a noble and famous family, most likely from the lords of the West. Although there is a blood feud between the Queen's Party and the West Party, it is never hatred that determines political ties.
The bathroom was hotter than the bedroom, and there were spices and thumb-high candles floating in the sink. Ansa took off Danlfien's nightgown, tied her long blond hair firmly on her head, and put a towel on the edge of the stone platform. Dandelphine lay in the water under the dim candlelight, and the maid rubbed her head and shoulders, turning her body sideways from time to time so that she could take grapes from the fruit plate. "Are you having nightmares, my lord?"
"Why are you talking about this?" Is it a nightmare? Dandelphine couldn't tell.
"There is a bookmark in your storybook, my lord. I believe it belongs to Miss Fae."
Fae Lancost is her cousin. After the fog elf left, she often came to Black Moon Castle to listen to operas with Danlfion and discuss some vulgar issues that noble girls talked about. "That book is also hers. I don't like knight stories, they are all the same old thing." Frostleaf Castle has a book of adventure travels from hundreds of years ago. To understand it, you need specific historical knowledge and magic literature foundation. Danlfion did not bring him over because he was worried that the servants at Lancaster Manor would not take good care of them. "Remember to ask Fae to take it away tomorrow."
"It's not the book you borrowed, sir?" the maid confirmed again and again.
Black Moon Castle is mine, and so is the Lancoste family. Why should I borrow something from myself? "What's wrong with that book?" Danlfien grasped the key point.
"It's a bookmark, my lord. I think it's a mysterious object."
"But nothing threatening."
"Yes." Black Moon Castle is heavily guarded, and there are also many mysterious items with strange effects. After witnessing the grand scene of the Moon Capital coming to Venevoise, Danlfien not only strengthened the guard strength, but also wore protective items with him. Everything she comes into contact with has been checked repeatedly by mysterious creatures, and there will never be any problems. "It was just a weak love rune."
"Love bookmark?"
"It is most likely an auxiliary device sold with the storybook, sir. This book should be a reading material in the mysterious field. As far as I know, mystics will add magic to any item to show their extraordinaryness."
Dandelfion understood: "Bookmarks with love runes can make it easier for readers to immerse themselves in the story and make the book sell better."
"That's it, Your Majesty."
Its contagiousness also caused me to have related dreams at night. Delphine thought. "Why are you telling me now?" she said angrily.
"I'm sorry, Lord Count." Ansa replied meekly, "Please forgive me."
"Can you say something else? Just between us, don't tell my mother."
"As you wish, my lord."
This was not the response Danlfion wanted. Ansa will report the bookmark to Duke Tracy, of course she will. This sense of surveillance made her uncomfortable. Delphine Lancaster is Tracy's daughter and the Earl of the Ice Land. She needs her own team, people other than demons who can't stand up to the table. It would be best if Duke Tracy didn't know about it...it wouldn't be difficult to fix that. The mother can give her a nightingale, and she can use the nightingale to cover herself. Is there any way I can win Ansa over?
Some things don’t need to be taught. "What is that rune?"
"It should belong to the witchcraft system, sir. It is the fourth edition of universal magic text."
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