"I'm really not angry, Enid, Joseph, do you think I am a grumpy person?" Zelin asked with a chuckle, "Let me finish, okay?"

"No problem, I'm listening." Francesca rubbed her eyes. "What did you think about?"

"We spend too little time together, and we will always be busy with things. Ten years have passed since we got this castle, but the time we stay together may add up to less than a year, or only For half a year, when we live together every year, is there a month? Only the three or four days after I returned from the portal, and the two or three days before I left. The time for me to get along with you and other people. There are indeed very few. I don't know what you are doing and what kind of trouble you have encountered. You can't tell me in time if you encounter a trouble. You can only solve it by yourself, and I can't help you."

"But I know what you are doing. Every time you come back to see if there are other people around you." The elf joked and rolled his eyes: "You can't save other people in another world. At that time, I stayed in Baihua Valley to manage what problems an old witch encountered."

"So this is the problem, Enid." Zelin sighed, "Why should we stay outside when we only need half a day to reach Vizima from Mahakam?"

Francesca lowered her eyes, she sighed gently, folded the envelope, and put it in the notebook beside her: "If I didn't know you well, I might have been deceived by you."

"Huh?"

"Don't you just want to tell me that your griffon flies as fast as a portal?" Francesca smiled and waved her hand: "Okay, okay, I'll give you this opportunity to show off. , Okay? You men are like this. As long as you have some money, you want to show off your manor castle, thoroughbred mounts and beautiful female companions. I will go back, you'd better feed your mounts, otherwise the next morning It may not fly that fast."

"So your weight is finally equal to one hundred and ten pounds of iron?"

"Of course not!" Francesca turned off the communication abruptly.

Seeing the telescope dimmed, Zelin chuckled and shook his head, and put it in his pocket.

"...Is Ms. Elf weigh less than 110 pounds?" Yusevka's incredible voice came from behind.

"Yes, how can you expect that people who rely on fruits, juices and vegetables for a living most of the time will have much fat on their bodies." Zelin replied casually: "I have been suggesting that she eat more meat and pasta, so as not to She became weak from exhaustion, or fell down because of a serious illness. But the elves are different from humans. I can’t look at her eating habits from a human perspective. You go to rest, Joseph, you also have a night Did not sleep well."

The doctor subconsciously touched her lower abdomen

"I'm okay." Yusevka smiled and opened the tips of her hair hanging in front of her eyes: "It's dawn. I will prepare some breakfast first. When everyone wakes up, they will be hungry. I will take the prepared breakfast. Put it on the table before going to sleep. Zelin, go get back the white tablecloths I hung outside. It should be done now. Cover all of them to prevent dust from getting in."

On the other side, Francesca, who put away the telescope, rubbed the corners of her dry eyes.

Wild hunting?

She didn't know why the demon hunter thought of wild hunting first after receiving her communication. Maybe it was because of things related to Xili before that gave him such an impression?

No, it is not important.

Anyway, she has already got some investigation results, and she can just tell Zelin the results, and then discuss the investigation work tomorrow. She knows how fast the Griffon can fly. It is said that in Azeroth, the delivery of emergency messages is the responsibility of the wizard and flight controller. Of course, even if Zelin doesn't use Griffin tomorrow, she can return to Vizima by herself through the portal. The imperial warlock is already stationed in Vizima. Although she does not think that those who simply learn magic can be called warlocks.

The empires wanted the help of magic, and feared that the warlock would become too strong. As a result, their magic academy was not so much an education school, but rather training soldiers how to use fireball.

It is hard to imagine that this group of imperial warlocks can trap the northern warlocks. After seeing Vizima's imperial warlock, she is more inclined to betray the members of the siege warlock cult from Redania.

Suddenly, she got a new message.

She knew this means of communication, and there was only one elf in the world that would contact her in this way.

"Ada, what do you want?"

The sage's sight swept across the female sorcerer: "Are you going to other places?"

"Not in other places, go back to Mahakam for a day off, and then discuss with Zelin, what should I do next." Francesca moved her shoulders: "What's wrong? Did your experiment yield results?"

"It has nothing to do with the experiment, there is a matter for you."

"Oh?" Francesca raised her head with interest: "When? I will do it the day after tomorrow."

"No, you can finish it right away."

"Huh?"

"A teleporter from Ayn El was captured at Mahakam. You have to get her out."

The 2319th Chapter Mary's Examination

By the time Yusevka went to rest, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. The frost covered in the castle showed signs of melting, and the ground was wet. Melting ice water dripped from the edge of the eaves, and the weeds in the corner seemed to have been baptized by rain, with some drops of water remaining on it.

Ze Lin carried a wooden cabinet with both hands, leaned sideways a little, walked out from the door of the main castle building, and moved little by little to the cleared space in the middle of the courtyard. There was no damage in this battle, but a lot of damage to the castle. Up to now, the gravel in the courtyard has not been completely cleared, and there are gargoyles destroyed. The remaining gargoyles have returned to the wall. For ordinary troops, these gargoyle groups are enough to become powerful enemies, but for wild hunting, the stone statues suffer a lot of losses. After considering the cost of these stone statues and the money left in his hands, Zelin couldn't help but support the wooden cabinet on the ground with both hands and sighed heavily.

"Sir, is there anything you want?"

Amelie's voice appeared behind her, Zelin turned her head, and the blood elf mage was busy instructing two magic broomsticks to sweep out the last bit of snow while holding a bedding in her arms.

"Nothing, thank you for your hard work." Zelin quickly walked over: "Give it to me. You are obviously a member of the mission, but you will do this after you come here..."

"It's okay, sir, you can leave it to me." Yamily grinned, holding the damp bedding and walking to the clothes rail in the backyard: "You also go to rest. I have already slept. I am at home too. Do these things often, so it’s okay. Oh, yes, the lady said before the break, that the bowl of stew is for you, don’t wait until it’s cold. Um... it’s okay if it’s cold, I can Go and heat it up for you."

"No, I'm not tired at all, and..." Zelin took a deep breath: "Thank you for helping Joseph."

"This is what I should do, sir. Do you need my help to move the furniture..." The blood elf's gaze crossed Zelin's shoulder: "Sir, it's Her Majesty the Queen."

He turned around, and Francesca walked out of the shadow cast by the city gate. The elf's gaze swept across a messy courtyard, and finally put it back on Zelin.

"It looks like we need to clean up, dear."

He walked to the backyard with the mattress wet with ice and snow, and the conversation behind him gradually faded away. Before Yamily walked to the greenhouse garden, she wiped the wooden pole with a rag, and then threw the bedding that had become heavy due to the flooding. At the entrance of the greenhouse sits a delicate woman, like a ceramic doll. Yamily doesn't know how to describe it, but she always feels in her heart that this is a doll made of ceramics and wood, but even in Azeroth, there is no such exquisite magic doll.

"Good morning."

Yamily nodded hello to the doll. The doll turned his head slightly, and paused his chin insignificantly.

The other world is always so peculiar. As she thought about it, Yamily unfolded the bedding so that the sun could shine everywhere. And the lady here is also very nice, much better than she expected. Allow her to live in the castle instead of just giving her a remote hut. When her husband is away, she will not bully her or even treat her as a friend. At first she thought it was just a polite remark from the lady in front of her husband, but these days she realized that she might just put Quel'Thalas' point of view in this castle.

"Who are you, elf?"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice made Amelie tremble. She turned around abruptly and saw a pale-skinned lady standing in front of her, just blocking her way out. The lady was wearing a three-cornered hat with feathers inserted at the back end of the hat, and a tight-fitting brown leather dress over a dark black close-fitting jacket. The leather pants on the lower body outline a strong and beautiful leg curve, and the lower end of the curve disappears in the deep black boots. Short snow-white hair hanging down on both sides of her cheeks, a pair of beautiful cyan eyes looked up and down Yamily: "I have seen you several times, who are you? My name is Maria, what is your name?"

Yamily did not remember that she met this lady. Such beautiful and noble women are unforgettable.

To be sure, her status is definitely not low, this dress does not look like a civilian. Yamily quickly concluded to Maria in her heart.

"It's an honor to meet you, madam." Yamily lifted her skirt and bent her knees: "I am Yamily, yes..."

The blood elf's words suddenly stopped.

How should she introduce her identity in the castle?

Servant? Neither she nor anyone else said that. Entourage? Zelin never said that he would accept her as an entourage. If he made his own way, would Zelin be angry? Lover? Uh...

This idea was immediately suppressed by Yamily.

This may only be a fantasy. She knows what is reality and what is fantasy. Some things can only appear in dreams.

In my dream...

She couldn't help but think of a dream she had had, and her head couldn't help but get lower.

"Are you going to make an apple on your face?"