"Do I want to bark?" Murum sighed in agreement. His Dalmatian's name was Baldy. Ms. Liana didn't like the name, but Murum was stubborn and refused to change it.
"Better shout louder," Hitarian said.
"Forget it, I can't wake up your sister anyway. Besides, Hitarian, I solved your housework." The boy protested, "You should give me a reward, right?"
"Okay, can I lend you a storybook?" Hitarian copied the confession on the table.
"Then you have to wipe the saliva of two people. Let me tell you, Hitarian, I still grind my teeth when I sleep. If you don't believe me, try sleeping with me for one night." The boy glanced at her chest and quickly looked away. , as if Hitarian was a ball of flame that would burn along his gaze at any time. His reaction amused her.
But it's not yet time. Lady Liana would not agree to Hitarian getting married now, and she did not want to be a woman in a monastery. The idea of giving his sister Ruth as a mistress to a big shot had long since disappeared from Byrne's happy life. They will all have a bright future.
"Sleep with your bald head." Hitarian grabbed the "scissors" and threw it over. Although the brownie is valuable, it is at most a food life, and Ms. Liana can afford it. But few people sell it, causing demand to exceed supply.
The "scissors" flew out, and Murum quickly lowered his head to avoid it, leaving only a little cream on his hair. He turned around to fight back, but found that the brown fairy had hit a dark beetle leaf and had broken into brown mud. In the dim light, he could clearly see a tall figure in front of him. The boy froze. There was silence in the room.
The Black Knight reached out and pulled off the strawberries stuck on the spikes of his shoulder armor. The flesh shattered between the steel. "Where did you get it?"
He was certainly not asking about strawberries. Hitarian's heartbeat was louder than the lord's voice. "...A foot trader, sir." She didn't expect her voice to be able to cover up her heartbeat. It sounded sharp and harsh, almost like the voice of a little girl. "It was a gift from Murum."
After Brownie returned to her original shape, the stains on the Black Knight's shoulder armor disappeared. "Scissors" flew behind Hitarian like an arrow, spreading icing sugar all the way.
The lord cast his dark eyes on the boy. Hitarian hopes that Murumu will remain in the same state as he teased him before, but that is just a fantasy. The boy was trembling and finally opened his mouth: "I...I was...sir...bought...from a seller...I mean...a Western businessman..." Hitarian stood up for him. in a hurry.
But the Black Knight was indifferent. I don't know whether he was patient or disdainful to correct him. "What features does he have? With the colorful stripes?"
"Yes, sir." Murum answered quickly. "He...he sells goods in the alley of Bowtie Avenue. Many people...I mean, not many people saw him, but almost all of them bought something..." He carefully observed the lord's face. "He was at the end of the alley. Maybe he's still there now."
Hitarian was sure that if the lord hadn't reminded him, Murum would not have remembered it at all. She didn't know which noble family the colorful striped flag represented, but it must have some origin. There is no doubt that Byrne is the kingdom of the unknown, and of course there are nobles in the kingdom. It's just that she is now one of them - the members of the Starless Night society are all nobles of Byrne, but they need to shoulder far more responsibilities than the lords of Eastman. Worrell is still lying in the hospital, and the northerner Witke has left Byrne long ago to continue his mission. Even Ms. Liana is very busy every day. In Bain, it is the civilians who live the most comfortable life. They do have to do a lot of work, but they do not have to risk their lives at all.
The Black Knight waved his hand as if issuing a pardon. The boy only gave Hitarian a look and fled in a hurry. I should have insisted that he sleep with me for the night, Shitarion thought. Recently, she always enters Ruth's dream through "Confessions" at night, and often encounters the undead lord. Celsus and Lady Liana are right, the Black Knight is not scary at all. Hitarian need not worry about being punished for vulgar behavior and inappropriate language. In front of the Black Knight, it seems that everyone is a civilian and cannot even offend him.
"What happened to that flag, my lord?" Hitarian asked.
"That's the flag of the Oath Keepers Alliance." The Black Knight didn't mind answering her question. "Food goblins are an invention of the Alliance." But as he spoke, he walked to the open window. The night sky in Bain was always filled with stars, and Hitarian kept fooling around with Murum, not noticing that it was getting late, and he almost made trouble.
"Can I...can I keep it, my lord?"
"As long as you're not hungry."
The lingering sound disappeared into the night sky, and only the Ringott sisters were left in the room. After "Scissors" changed the bedding, Hitarian pushed his sister in and lay heavily on her side. She closed her eyes and lay there for a while, then suddenly reached out her hand and groped on the table until she grabbed the "Confessions". She held the Gospel to her chest, feeling the strange reassurance of its weight. The door to the dreamland gradually opens. What will Ruth do in her dream this time? Will she learn to dress? One night, Hitarian discovered that Ruth was actually wearing neat shoes and socks, and she was really surprised by this. Will you see your sister learning to use a fork in your dream next time? Wear cuffs? Disk hair?
She fell asleep.
…
"Elements come from order and are creations of laws that make up the world. It is attracted by magic, but also repelled by fire. Elementalists use fire to mobilize magic power, and then rely on magic power to control elements. Even in the ancient times, this was an extremely inefficient transformation..."
"Conversion efficiency is related to the degree of mystery." Dalton added unhappily, "And this is only a relative term. Among the mysterious professions of the ring level, what else is more versatile than the elementalist?"
"Magician?" Sauron shot back. The elementalist profession is a branch of the magician. Magic involves the sorting and refining of various elements, as well as excruciating practical exercises. This is a necessary process to increase the efficiency of magic and elemental conversion. In this comparison, the apprentices would rather choose the relatively easy mysterious route.
"Magicians are overextended, and people always have their own areas of expertise."
The ring ignored him. "Order life has many ways to manipulate elements, because there are many elements. More ignorant idiots think that elements are differentiated forms of magic power, but research by our ancestors has long proven that elements and magic power are not essentially the same thing, although their properties are somewhat similar.』
Uriel remembered hearing a similar statement somewhere. "Elements are mysteries? Magic is the bridge between fire and mystery, and also the bridge between fire and elements."
"I wish you could be more responsive than just this," Ring wrote. Uriel knew it was complaining about his plans, but he pretended not to notice. "That's it. Elements are mysterious phenomena, so the tide of elements is just a narrow sense of the word. The order is about to change. Its scientific name is 'order pressure drop', or 'mysterious tide'. Why is the arrival of the Broken Moon called the 'Black Moon Tide'? Because the turmoil He brings is part of the 'mysterious tide'. This is a cyclical natural disaster. The mysterious realm does not even need predictions. They are the inheritance of the ancestors and have long had detailed records of this.』
"Astrologers even take elemental tides for granted?"
"We are not used to disasters, Uriel. The tower never prides itself on turning the tide, because the astrologer's purpose is to eliminate disaster. If the mysterious realm is forced to face a decisive battle that is known but still difficult to determine, then it is our responsibility." Its strokes suddenly became messy and it was unwilling to continue this topic. "It's better to take care of your little friends. Look, his chin is on his forehead.』
The orange-faced man covered his face and crawled out of Cleia's clinic.
"That's enough!" he yelled hastily, "Even if I believe Sauron, I won't believe you anymore! Lucia, how can a girl be so rude?"
"I'm married, kid." The female doctor roared angrily. "Believe it or not! Don't come into my room again." Her words were filled with information. Before the stunned people outside the door could react, Cleia kicked the door shut, and the wooden board almost hit York.
"He's not praising me, is he?" The ring turned around and wrote a nonsense sentence.
Uriel said nothing, but he suddenly felt the need to use "Spirit Vision" to give himself a period of relief. Because the time was too short, he ultimately did not do so. It would be boring to know everything about the day ahead when the sun comes up. York's anger with doctor Cleia cannot temporarily lead to the destruction of the world.
Until Sita turned around.
"What the hell happened to you?" the night elf asked in shock.
A handsome face comparable to that of an elf was exposed in front of everyone, as long as they ignored the fact that it was upside down. Except for the nose, its facial features are all in the wrong places: its eyebrows look like dimples, its hair turns into a beard, and its mouth looks like the pattern on its forehead. His chin is very full, and the lines are full of strength. It should be a pretty shapely chin, but when it grows on the top of his head - to be honest, it is difficult enough to observe the lines - the accumulated skin folds look like they have been crushed. Pressed cheese is just as disgusting, especially if it's orange flavored.
Sita tried hard to crack her head, trying to imitate the appearance of a normal human being. Eventually he bent his neck like a rubber rod. It turned out that this was a face that was familiar to Uriel, because it had previously been hung on the wall opposite the hospital bed.
"That's him," the apprentice blurted out, "Richard Grasson."
Ring Sauron laughed so hard that he could hardly fly. “The painter who became famous after his death? It's really amazing craftsmanship. The female doctor must be his biggest fan. If you ask me, the Paperclip mercenary group making war profits all over the world is a great loss to the paparazzi world. They should go to big cities and provide opera stars with the service of cheering and cheering."
"Opera? Who could be so boring?" Uriel couldn't imagine it.
"Noble lady, and those theater owners. Solon is right, I dare say that this line of work is definitely more profitable than mercenaries." Dalton sighed, "Even Eastman is like this. Her Majesty the Queen also invited opera singers Perform at the palace and reward him with an honorary title."
Duke Tracy never did this, but her daughter might follow her aunt's lead. The guests in her castle are far more dangerous than the actors, and Hope, the dentist, is an unknown person harboring demons who will share the stakes with them. Danelfion claimed that it was nothing at all for a noble to protect a few capable demons, but Winnie Watts... Uriel's attention suddenly ran away.
"Oh my god, forget about those damn actors, come and help me!" York continued to twist his neck, "At least wash the plastic wax off my face!"
When they wiped off the inverted face on Sita's head and helped him return to his original state, the fog elf came to inform the doctor Cleia to go to dinner. The apprentice ignored Sauron's ridicule and asked to dine with the mercenaries. Fortunately, Windspeaker agreed.
"We will not refuse the cleric, especially when he is willing to pay with potions." Aldinet expressed conciliation in an elf tone, "But Sita, you'd better have a drink with Jade. He has been waiting for you for a long time. .As for the envoy of the tower, there is a mercenary leader who is of low status and wants to talk to you after dinner. Give me an accurate answer, Uriel, do you have time?"
"I have plenty of time and am happy to meet this gentleman."
Windspeaker left them behind without saying a word to Dalton. After learning about the history of the war between the Ash Temple and Faf Tanner, Uriel knew why. The night elves didn't care at all about the other party's attitude.
They continued their discussion of the elements at the dinner table. "The mysterious realm has different ways to deal with order pressure, but to be honest, no one can guarantee everything. So the mysterious fulcrum began to use their respective advantages to increase the success rate to avoid excessive losses.』
"I've heard of the Elemental Tide." York said, "In my hometown, well, it's the Glittering Pool. It's just a natural disaster that has a huge impact. The Elemental Territory is different from Knox. Although the order is also mysterious, But not completely... In short, my home is safer than outside. Sita is blessed by the goddess, and as long as you are a little careful, nothing will happen to anyone."
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