"Come and see, what did I find!"

Just as dinner was about to be ready, Lolita, who was cleaning the bedroom in the next room, ran to the dining room with a badge. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She glanced at the crowd and saw Vivien crouching in front of the fire to taste the saltiness of the soup, Charlotte leaning against the wooden wall reading the spellbook of the Destiny Coins, and Sylvia sitting by the window, staring out of the window with her eyes blank and thinking about her thoughts. No one expressed any intention of dealing with her.

This made the noisy female mage very unhappy, she didn't dare to provoke the members of the Icewind Castle family who had been in the wrong atmosphere recently, so she squatted down next to Vivien, who was serious about cooking, and said proudly in a loud voice.

"I know who this house belongs to!"

"Uh-huh!" Vivien said perfunctorily, taking another bite of the soup, "Well, it seems to be a little salty, not to His Highness's taste." ”

She scooped another spoonful of the original soup into the clay pot, wondering if the previous 'uh-huh' was a response to Lolita.

Lolita's eyelids were half-open and half-closed, as a protest. She propped her cheeks and pinched the things in her hands and flicked them lightly above the clay pot, "Ah, the warrior diary of a Shadow Temple. It recorded some basic drow elf stabbing skills, how eager he was to gain power!Even if the martial arts he regarded as a treasure were not even as good as the flower fist embroidered legs that our teacher was about to forget, he still believed that it would take him to the pinnacle of life!"

Charlotte glanced up at Lolita from the book and threw a ball of paper onto Lolita's forehead.

The latter stuck out her tongue, overjoyed that someone had finally paid attention to her. She ignored Vivien's dissuasive look of 'don't die again', and continued with great interest.

"The latest diary!" she spread out her notebook and recited it with the deep emotion of a chant, but to be honest, the so-called deep emotion was incompatible with her, so it seemed a little funny.

"July 19, 3470 A.D. Ahh......h Ahem, goddess so-and-so (Lolita doesn't dare to pronounce Alvira's name, because calling the name of the god will be noticed by the gods), may your glory shine forever in the starry sky!Unbelievable, I have been chosen by the temple to be a templar! Tomorrow, tomorrow I will be one of the glorious Templars, and I finally don't have to stay in that damp home, I can only wait for my bones to rot and my flesh to stink from those pesky molds! I think that in a month, when I have passed that training, I will be a full-fledged Templar, and I will be able to perform feats on the battlefield and restore the glorious surname that rightfully belongs to me!May it be too late, and may my great mother not start a war against the Molten Iron Keep within this month!I praise you!O goddess so-and-so, I would like to dedicate everything to you, and may you give a little attention to my humble me, so that I can restore the glorious name of Fortarazi!"

When Lolita finished reading, she pretended to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, "Oh! What an inspirational story! A child who grew up in a slum finally has a ladder to ascend, which reminds me of myself! A blacksmith's daughter, who thought that she could only play iron in front of the blast furnace for the rest of her life, but fate made me a noble mage with a bright future!"

Charlotte squeezed "On the Idea of the Coins of Destiny" tightly, "If you speak in that tone again, I think you will soon know what it means to have a real bright future!"

Lolita spat out the tip of her rosy tongue, "I thought you would compliment me, Sensei!"

"Why do you think I'm complimenting you?" Charlotte tapped her right index finger on her knee, causing Lolita to swoop headlong behind Vivien.

"Wait!" The expected punishment didn't come, and Charlotte's face was full of excitement, "You just mentioned that this guy became a Templar?"

"Uh-huh!" Lolita smirked as she peeked out from behind Vivien's black hair.

"Diary under the July 19 diary?!" Charlotte continued.

"That's right!" Lolita laughed even worse.

"Today is August 18th, which means that this lucky person is likely to go home the day after tomorrow?" Charlotte finally knew why Lolita was reading this diary, judging from the bad stomach water, this young female mage was not at all inferior to her childhood Charlotte.

Lolita stood up and nodded smugly, "I don't think he's a lucky one, it's better that he's a real bad guy you're targeting." ”

"You came up with the idea!" Charlotte happily patted Lolita's smooth forehead.

"No! you came up with the idea!" Lolita refused to accept the accusation, her slightly baby fat face sinister grin, "I just read this diary!"

Whoever came up with the idea, anyway, this young drow named Adams has been bleeding for eight lifetimes!

Two days later, Adams, who had successfully completed his temple training, said goodbye to his fellow training warriors. He refused an invitation from his companion to go with him to a banquet in the salon of a priestess, which somewhat caused the young man to be dubbed a false nobleman behind his back.

But Adams knew he wasn't a fake, and though he had fantasized countless times about the pleasure of attending those salon banquets so far, when it came to fruition, he felt the need for him to show the grace he deserved.

That's right, he's not your average male drow, he's always thought so.

His mother was the de facto ruler of the city of Fortarazi, the First Master Felix, even though Adams was only an unrecognized illegitimate child, and despite his male gender, he was not valued by anyone in the Fortarazi family at all. But he still stubbornly believed that he should not insult the glorious surname of Futarazi.

He was a blood vein of Felix Futarazi, and even if he couldn't have the name of Futarazi, he would never accept an invitation to a banquet from an ordinary priestess of the temple who was not even one of the seven ruling families, even if this refusal would make his life at the temple not very easy.

This is his pride!

Approaching the neighborhood where he had lived for decades, Adams saw the drows of scrappy drows. One of them was lame and seemed to want to talk to him, but was quickly stopped by the other, one-armed Drow.

Adams ignored his former neighbor and even let out a cold snort of disdain as he passed by.

That's better!, he thought.

Otherwise, he would have had to poke a few holes in the waste with his bayonet, which, to be honest, would have made Adams feel a little guilty as a child as a child who had been helped by them.

Adams stopped in front of the damp wooden house, and he took a closer look at the humble building. It was the only legacy left to him by his father, abandoned by Felix, but he didn't miss it at all.

Adams felt that his father was too wasteful, and if he had been stronger, he would not have had his wrist cut off in the war, and he would have fallen from Felix's lover to such a point.

If it weren't for his father's weakness, he might have been able to take the surname of Futarazi, learn martial arts in the inner city, and become the glorious guard of Futarazi City. It is even possible to be favored by the ladies of those ruling families, or their own sisters, and become their lovers.

But I'm different! I have the blood of the Fortarazi family, and I'm destined to be extraordinary in this life!" thought Adams proudly.

If it weren't for the need to retrieve some of the necessities, he wouldn't have returned to this dilapidated home at all. It doesn't matter, just say goodbye to your past self and give this dilapidated house to those wasted drows who have lost their value, which can be regarded as repaying the kindness over the years.

Adams was moved by his noble idea, and then he tragically pushed the door open.