"Mademoiselle, the barbarian of the Desert has sent a letter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The setting sun that had slowly set to the west shone the last of its afterglow into the room, Isgerin lowered his head, his square face was still meticulous, and gently handed out an envelope made of clean white paper.

The envelope was not sealed, but tied with a thin silver thread and tied with a bow-like slipknot at the closure.

Susie Conrad sat on an ivory mahogany seat, a popular chair in Worms's upper class, which was in some ways more like a throne than the stools that ordinary people sat on.

The four legs under the chair are not empty between them, but are connected together like a boxy box, except that the four legs are slightly exposed at the very bottom.

It is carved with a splendid pattern of blooming roses, clusters and clusters that resemble a living jungle, and it is conceivable that they must have been made by extremely skilled craftsmen.

Above it is a high backrest, like a chair behind the throne, far above the head of the person seated, adding a bit of oppressive air out of thin air.

She was dressed in a pale yellow velvet dress, with intricate patterns sewn on the neckline and cuffs, and a smooth and feminine pearl necklace on her chest, which set off the girl's beautiful face and showed a luxurious atmosphere.

In fact, Susie didn't like to dress like this, she tended to dress more ordinarily in her own home, but today she had just returned to the manor from Windsor Castle, and it was not long before she got out of the carriage to bathe and change her clothes, and Isgerin came to report that someone had sent a letter.

"Oh, you know how to send a letter before visiting your master's house, and it seems that you were not wrong when you said that there were nameless people from Wotan in that tribe, Uncle Jaylin. Susie picked the dark golden bangs on her forehead and waved behind her, and the little maid Mary walked briskly towards Isl Jaylin.

"Uncle Jaylin always has a straight face—and looks strangely frightening—" Gently taking the envelope from the man's hand, Mary laughed and quipped, the maiden seemed to be unsorrowful, and she was the liveliest person in the whole manor.

Isgerin, who looked rigid and serious, was not angry, but showed a smile, looked at the lively maid beside the young lady and said:

"If you were really afraid of me, you wouldn't talk to me like that. ”

Susie also glared at her maid, and scolded: "Mary-" This girl usually plays with herself, but now she is becoming more and more unruly, even Uncle Jaelin she dares to joke, thinking of this, Susie has a headache, she seems to be too kind to the people around her.

"But ......" The girl's face showed a smile as bright as the sun, and her heart lightened: "Who told me to treat them as my own family?"

The maid who was reprimanded by the young lady did not dare to refute, but just stuck out her tongue and made a very aggrieved expression, which almost amused Susie.

"Don't make a fuss—hurry up and give me the letter—Uncle Jaelin, where's the messenger? Are you sure it's from the Wild Corner?"

Seeing that the young lady deliberately straightened her face, Mary, who knew that she was serious, did not dare to play any more, so she honestly handed the envelope to Susie, and stood obediently behind her seat, and did not speak again.

"The messengers were resting in the house next to the woodland, and I had Toby with them. Isgerin remained on his knees, not moving for a minute, and he answered his master's questions meticulously.

"I'm sure they're from the Wild Corner, and I've seen the old man delivering the letter on the island—"

"Hmm......" Susie nodded, untied the silver thread as she listened, opened the envelope, took out the soft yellowish letter inside, and read it carefully.

The delicate paper is neatly written with black ink, and a faint aroma mixed with carbon glue and pine smoke penetrates into Susie's nostrils, which does not smell good, but somehow, with the soft touch of the letter paper in her hand, the slanting sun that gradually turns red and yellow, makes people feel comfortable all over the body.

The handwriting on the paper was a bit fluttering, for Susie, who dealt with a lot of platinum and amber affairs every day, she had seen a lot of words, but it was the first time she had seen such handwriting, and the people of the Wotan continent regarded writing as one of the most sacred things, and they had always been eager to write every character exactly the same.

Is it because of the relationship of the barbarians? Susie thought to herself, she couldn't be too harsh, how could she know all the habits of Wotan thoroughly when she lived in the wilderness, but it was better to be able to read and write, and it was already a great thing to write, but was this letter written by their leader himself? Or was it ghostwritten by an unknown person?

Shaking her head and refocusing her spirits, probably because she couldn't let go of her mind for a moment at Windsor Castle, Susie always wandered involuntarily when she returned to Tsevo Manor.

She looked down at the letterhead in her hand again, "Well, but I don't hate it when I'm used to it." Miss Susie Conrad's handwriting, which was different from ordinary people, gave rise to a hint of appreciation, and if it was customary, it would have an indescribable meaning.

"How?" thought Susie, "it is the feeling of a barbarian—unlike a merchant or a pedant, who always feels a hint of arbitrariness in his handwriting. ”

Who is writing this letter? If it is really the leader of this group of barbarians, it does not look like an easy fellow to deal with.

"Miss—" Mary called softly behind her, and Susie snapped back to her senses.

"Miss, you've been staring at the letter for a long time...... "The maid kindly reminded.

"......" Miss Conrad's cheeks were flushed, and she was distracted every time she was at home.

"Ahem......" Coughing lightly twice to bring the awkward scene over, Susie forced herself to return to the same state she was in when she faced Leonie's sister and Felix's brother in platinum amber, and read the letter carefully.

After a while, Isgerin was still motionless and half-kneeling on the ground, and the maid Mary yawned boredly, and fiddled with the corners of her pale white linen dress with her fingers, and kept rolling it up and down, as if it were some kind of fun game, until Susie's voice suddenly sounded, startling her, and then letting go of the corner of her clothes.

"Uncle Jaylin—" The girl's sudden voice startled Mary behind her, but it didn't affect Isgerin, the man was always on due alert, this man was like a machine that never got distracted.

"Yes, Miss. He waited silently for the order.

"Please go and tell the person who sent the letter that I have read it, and I know what they are saying in it. As she spoke, Susie put the letter back into the envelope, and subconsciously rubbed the dark gold bangs in front of her forehead and said:

"I'll be free tomorrow at noon—and, take this letter and burn it. ”

"Yes—" After a silent response, Jaylin took the letter from Mary's hand, bowed again, and slowly exited the house.

Susie Conrad looked out the window at the sunset, which was gradually beginning to turn red, and muttered to herself:

"Soap, Glenmeier, these savages can do something unexpected—" Sighing slightly, she rose from her seat and stroked the windowsill

"But maybe that proves that these guys are really different from other wildlings?—Toby is a good guy, but the Meyer family ...... Alas, it's a little troublesome. ”