She Is Not a Witch Chapter 38: Crimson Fire
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"The street is very quiet."
Lorraine Hill looked at the deserted street and talked with the Eidolon beside him.
"It feels like a faint smell of blood." Eidolon sniffed and rubbed Lorrainhill's arm with some anxiety.
This convoy crossed the mottled white stone streets and stopped outside a courtyard, which was specially rented out to those traveling to and from the chamber of commerce convoys, with warehouses and pavilions inside.
"Stop here." The elf youth Vio greeted the people in front of the carriage, and then led them into the courtyard to make a simple negotiation.
Soon after, the convoy drove into the courtyard and the entourage settled down.
It's rare to have such a comfortable resting place. Soon someone in the kitchen started to make a fire and cook, and hot water was also boiled to prepare for a pleasant bath later.
"Let's go in too." Lorrain Hill pulled Eidolon out of the carriage, and walked into the middle mansion amidst the salutes and greetings of the crowd.
The floor of the hall is made of smooth marble, and the top of the head is a huge chandelier with golden glaze. It can be used as a venue for banquets or dance parties. From the red carpet stairs on the side up, it is the rooms for receptions and offices. The top floor is the bedroom for the guests to rest.
As the building in the imperial capital, the style here is very gorgeous. Exquisite carvings and oil paintings can be seen everywhere, depicting elves, humans, angels, and other magnificent historical scenes.
"Finally I can sleep well~" After Eidolon walked into the bedroom, he flew onto the soft big bed, bounced slightly, and then rolled around. The two pony tails also turned with his body.
"You can take a good rest, I may be a little busy these two days and I don't have time to find you." Lorrain Hill helped Eidolon cover the quilt, and then went back to the room he belonged to.
Lorraine Hill also put on a comfortable nightdress and sleeps in bed first.
When dusk fell, and the sky gradually darkened, Lorrain Hill woke up to the sound of the maid's knock on the door. In a daze, he seemed to be returning to the time in Hopelander.
"Wait a minute, I'll be here." She spoke briefly, then put on a simple dress before opening the door.
"Ms. Lacey needs food, dinner is ready." The two beautiful elf maids bowed and asked.
"I want to eat a little bit." The girl nodded, then one of the maid returned to fetch the meal, and the other set the fireplace in the bedroom on fire and lit a candle.
The maid’s pink fingertips turned lightly, and a ray of flame condensed in magic, and then entered the red brick fireplace to light the dry wood. Soon after, there was a slight crackling sound, and a burst of crimson warm flame swayed in it.
The flower-shaped gold and bronze candlesticks were lit one by one and placed next to the small table in front of the fireplace. The maid carefully spread a white tablecloth, took care of the table, chair and sofa, and made the girl wait for a while.
"Thank you Yugolia." After sitting down, Lorrain Hill looked at the beautiful elf maid in front of him, and looked up slightly.
The elves are worthy of being the race created by ‘Sun of God’s Wings’ after summarizing the skills of ‘Tree of Life’, which has many advantages over other races.
Most of the faces are beautiful, the skin is white and smooth, the mana adaptability is better, and the lifespan is longer, and the personality prefers calmness, so that there is less internal fighting. The only drawback is that it may also be due to its long lifespan, slower growth and slower reproduction speed.
This also leads to more internal stability and slower iteration.
Slow iteration is a happy thing for individuals, but for the entire race, it will slow down the process of history, which is not necessarily a perfect thing.
Throwing away these thoughts in his mind for the time being, Lorrain Hill sat by the warm stove, looked at the flame in the stove, and started to daze for a while.
Since I went to the Eastern Continent, I haven't been like this for a long time, and I sat quietly by the stove in a daze.
Before, when she lived alone in the forest, no one could talk. Every night, she would sit by the fireplace in the hut, quietly watching the crackling flames, and recalling the past.
The scenes in the previous life, the figures in the memory, flowed one by one in the eyes illuminated by the firelight. She savored the sweet and sour taste in this memory, and then slowly wrote down her own in front of the desk. Mood.
Now sitting next to the warm red fireplace again, the past scenes resurfaced in my heart again.
I don’t know how Chelsea and Serres are now, and whether the child who returned to his mother has grown up now.
Pulman, the bunny-eared girls Mila, Aaliyah, how is Bud now, whether he was injured and survived the war.
The nostalgia that I had never noticed before was evoked by the warm fireplace in autumn, slowly lingering in the girl's heart.
"Miss Lacie, dinner is ready."
An elf maid with light pink hair carefully placed the dinner plate in front of the girl. Inside, there were fried charred steaks, paired with verdant rosemary, coconut-flavored bread, and shook the tree with ice cubes. Berry juice exudes attractive aroma and color. And in the corner of the dinner plate are also placed a few sliced oranges, as a snack after dinner.
"Thank you Yuslia." The girl thanked the two twin elven maids again, then picked up the tableware and sipped it to taste.
The taste is very good, the crispy meat is mixed with a little pepper fragrance, which bursts in the taste buds, and then the soft coconut bread fills the hungry belly. The matching raspberry juice cleans up the greasiness in the mouth, and then eats a few sliced orange petals, and the dinner is over.
"Good night, Miss Lacey."
After finishing the meal, Lorrain Hill took another hot bath before lying back on the bed comfortably. At this time, the two maids quietly closed the door and exited the room. The girl's consciousness has once again entered a peaceful dormancy ~ IndoMTL.com ~ slowly processing the backlog of mood during the day.
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At the same time, Titania’s Rose Palace was not peaceful.
In the palace courtyard shrouded by night, a torch was lit and held in the hands of elite court guards. They were separated on the two sides in the clearing, huddling and guarding the queen wearing a veil in the center.
The slender girl, holding the only flesh and blood of the imperial emperor, stood quietly in the center of this courtyard, while six powerful close-fitting maids waited beside her.
"Master De Rosa is here!"
Surrounded by guards wearing fine steel armor and crimson cloaks, the red-robed executive stepped into this palace, his face resembling a cold rock that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, solemnly cold.
"I wonder if your majesty the queen came here late at night, what's the matter?" He stopped ten meters away from the queen, bent over and bowed, making people unable to fault, but at the same time, he didn't feel any warmth. .
"I hope Master De Rosa will stop this long-lasting purge order and resign as the commander of the court guard." There was a little tremor in his voice, but he released the long-lost depression.
In the orange flame, Lily's petite cheeks were reflected by it, half bright and clear, and half swaying in the shadows.
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