Looking at Zhang Ling, who buried his face in the soft goose down quilt and was about to sleep, Zuo Lin was stunned for a long time. Could it be that her explanation of just six words was enough for Zhang Ling to understand? Or was it that Zhang Ling was paying attention to herself all the time, so her hint was enough for her to deduce the whole story? However, Zhang Ling couldn't have known what the druid was before that, so her "understood" seemed very suspicious.

"What do you understand?" Zuo Lin pulled Zhang Ling out of the quilt, sat up a little straighter, and asked.

“…… I hate it, it's not enough to toss. Zhang Ling struggled to bury himself back in the fluffy quilt, "It's good not to play the Chinese version, run to play in European clothes." Go back and play with me for a few days, and see how interesting you guys are in the union. ”

"Trade union?" Zuo Lin was stunned for a moment.

"That barrister is almost 2,000 euros lost by playing the nest of black wings, which is a luxury to think about. Where did you Naxxarmas hit?" Zhang Ling said in a daze, "One of my roommates has beaten the Four Horsemen......"

A series of words finally made Zuo Lin understand what Zhang Ling meant. It seems that Zhang Ling regards these visiting guests and him as friends he made in the game, and the number of people is about the same, more than 30 people came before and after, which is almost enough for a group. She also thought that Zuo Lin had trained the role of a druid profession in the game. This kind of understanding really made Zuo Lin want to cry without tears.

"No, none of these people are known in the game. In the past few days, I have known them for the first time, heard their names for the first time, and knew their professions......" Zuo Lin said seriously, "How do you think I have time to play games? ”

Zhang Ling turned over, bit Zuo Lin on the shoulder, and said, "These people have come to worship because you came to Europe, exuding the aura of the king's eight kings? Say, "How do you know these people?"

Zuo Lin Zhengse said: "I am a druid. ”

Zhang Ling was about to drag the pillow to block Zuo Lin's mouth, but saw that Zuo Lin was serious and serious, with a somewhat helpless expression. She was stunned for a moment, put down the pillow in her hand, tilted her head sideways, and asked in some disbelief, "Really?"

With a sigh, Zuo Lin tore off a leaf in the vase at the head of the bed and turned it lightly in his hand. The leaves trembled slightly, the veins of the leaves turned woody, and a slender branch quickly sprang out, and several new leaves grew, and then, at the top of the branch, buds grew, and bloomed bright flowers and a strong fragrance.

Zhang Ling was dumbfounded, she stretched out her hand, took the flower in Zuo Lin's hand, and observed it carefully. Her fingers caressed the branches, the softness of them to the touch, suggesting that they had indeed just grown, and the fact that her fingers had accidentally touched the thorns and been pricked reminded her that it was all real. Not a dream.

"It hurts!" Zhang Ling frowned, and moaned softly and timidly.

pinched Zhang Ling's fingers casually, and the wound healed. Zhang Ling didn't have time to habitually put his fingers in his mouth and suck them, so his eyes widened and his mouth opened again, as if he saw some monster.

When encountering strange and incomprehensible things, people instinctively want to avoid them, especially when their original understanding of the world is subverted. However, this explanation did not take place in the study where the two of them could sit on the ground and distance themselves, nor was it the meadow in the woods that she had fallen in love with these days when she could feel that something was wrong and run away. Zhang Ling was lying in Zuo Lin's arms at the moment, wrapped in the same quilt, and in the room except for the cracking of the charcoal fire in the fireplace, there was a rich smell of their entanglement. And Zhang Ling, although she was a little shocked, but after losing the possibility of escaping, she still did the most beneficial thing for her at the moment - thinking.

With his eyes wide open, Zhang Ling looked carefully at this man who was a few years younger than himself, no matter how he looked at it, no matter how he thought about it, he only felt calm and safe. She exhaled and asked, "You...... Are you the kind of druid who can turn into a bear, an owl, a leopard, and communicate with trees, flowers, and birds?"

Zuo Lin said with some embarrassment: "This ...... I can't change any of the three animals you mentioned, but I can become a wolf. Communicating with nature is the basic ability of the druid, and a little cultivation is fine, and Xue Xue will do it now. I can manipulate plants, control plants, and adapt plants to best suit my needs. ……”

Zhang Ling has a lot of questions, such as what is going on with so many windfalls of Zuo Lin, such as why these seemingly unrelated people visit Zuo Lin in such a posture, and why Zuo Lin is going to Scotland. In addition to being surprised, Zhang Ling may also be a little happy. And this joy gradually increased as Zuo Lin explained everything, and the initial fear and surprise faded little by little. She knew that from this moment on, she had also become someone who could share secrets with Zuo Lin. And she is about to take these secrets to share and step into a mysterious territory - the Druid Council.

After the festival, Calle showed up on time.

Spending a Christmas with snow, pine trees and gifts in Switzerland is so enjoyable that Yan Yingxue, who has had a great time with the foals, almost doesn't want to leave the villa. She had been promising to come back next year, and there was a pasture in Scotland that was more suitable for foal sports, so Yan Yingxue reluctantly agreed to set off.

Jumping the foal across the borders of several countries to Scotland may be a big problem for others, but for these people in the Druid Council, the customs bioquarantine units in each country are the same as their own, and the trailer cars for transporting horses are easy to find. Pauletta even volunteered to escort the trailer with the foals all the way to Scotland, allowing Zolin to arrive early on a plane.

For Zorlin, Hopton Palace was just a place name that didn't make any sense in the first place. Zorin's knowledge of the location was limited to 10 years ago, when the Druid Council bought the castle from the foundation responsible for its maintenance for an astronomical price. If it weren't for the entrenched connections of the Druid Council in Scotland, the price might have more than doubled.

Seeing this magnificent building, known as the "Versailles of Scotland", Zhang Ling couldn't help but express his admiration. Hopton Palace has been closed to people for a long time, even if some professional institutions want to come to take some photos or more distinguished tourists want to visit, they need to make a reservation a lot in advance. The splendor of this palace in West Locin, although it has never changed, seems to be trying to make itself fade from the world's sight.

"Miss Yan Yingxue, Miss Jin Xiaohua, Miss Zhang Ling, please come with me. After dropping off my luggage, I hope I will have the honor to show you around the building. An old man who looked like a butler greeted him in the hall with a few attendants, and asked them to take their luggage. Although the luggage included those securities and bonds, Zhang Ling had no doubt that it was safe to hand over these "luggage" to these people.

Zuo Lin glanced at the "butler" and then hurriedly bowed slightly. The "butler" was no different from any typical English butler in terms of attire and temperament, but he had an owl-patterned pin pinned to his jacket pocket. Entering the Druid Council, everyone has such a pin on their coat to mark their identity. All druids use animal figures of their "positions" in the council, and all scolytes wear pins with the druid's council emblem on them. The position of the owl's representative is "Owl", this position is the head of defense of the Druid Council, and in the area where the council's headquarters is located, his authority is very high, and in matters of defense, even the Supreme Speaker of the Druid Council cannot override him.

Yan Yingxue, Jin Xiaohua and Zhang Ling were not surprised that these people were eager to talk to Zuo Lin. From the moment Zuo Lin walked into the hall, they saw an old man with gray hair and casual clothes standing at the end of the corridor connecting the halls. The moment he saw Zuo Lin, his brows loosened, but perhaps because his brows had been entangled for too long, Zhan Yan's expression still looked a little sad. The old man wore a brooch with a golden oak pattern, which represented the old man's identity, the Speaker of the Druid Council. Not only Zuo Lin, but even Yan Yingxue and Jin Xiaohua could feel the difference between this old man, the power of nature in his body was solid and strong, as if his whole person was condensed with the power of nature.

The three girls obeyed their master and walked away with the "housekeeper". After that, they will be amazed at the high standard of reception for their group. They were not housed in ordinary rooms, which were not less than 100 years old in even the most modest rooms, but were placed in the most prestigious rooms in the entire Hopton Palace. Zuo Lin and Zhang Ling's room was the master bedroom of Bruce, the first owner of Hopton Palace, and in the room was a four-poster plush bed with gilded columns and crimson velvet curtains ordered in 1768.

This kind of courtesy really flattered several girls, and they were led by the housekeeper after putting their luggage away. The attendants would unpack their luggage and place all sorts of clothing in their proper places.

And Zuo Lin, at this time, was led by Kalai to meet with the speaker.

"This is the current President of the Druids, Mr. Bernard. Kale introduced Zuo Lin in a tone full of pride and admiration.

"Hello," Zuo Lin saluted according to the etiquette of the druid, and he had nothing but respect for this old man from the bottom of his heart. He was amazed by the grace and strength that had been condensed by the years.

"It's a pleasure to see you, a new generation of druids. Bernard pulled out a silver lion brooch from his pocket and pinned it to Zorin's chest. The brooch itself is an artifact, with dark oxidized silver traces in the carved indentations showing the history of the brooch, and emeralds set in the lion's eyes glittering. Bernard looked at Zolin with admiration and said, "The return of the lion represents the beginning of the strength of the council. ”

"I'm ashamed. My strength is still shallow. I hope to be able to get your guidance," Zuo Lin said quickly. If the strength of the old man is compared to a boulder, then his strength is only a pebble at best.