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Opal Zirconium's emotions need some time to calm down. He asked Duna for some warm water and slowly poured the wine.

Mo Shi turned to Longtail's side and asked:

"So, what about you, Mr. Nagao, you can follow Opal Zirconium, and you can follow me. And if you swear that you will not be my enemy, you can also look for another position, and I am willing to write you a letter of recommendation. ”

Nagatail noticed that Moshi had started calling him "sir" again. This seems to be a habit that Mo Shi can't break no matter what. Whereas, this is in the house of Moshi, and the apostle Silan once said: In his house, regard it as the Lord. So Long Tail decided not to correct him.

As for Mo Shi's question, Long Tail hesitated.

He had to admit that the time spent in prison as a laborer in the gold mines inevitably left him with painful memories, and he spent all day searching and digging in the mines, and his eyesight has not yet returned to its former level. Therefore, it is difficult for him to say that it was a "pleasant" collaboration.

But he was an adventurous and good-minded man by nature, and he was young and strong, so he did not blame Mo Shi for his suffering.

Also, he didn't quite know why he couldn't help but make a reflex sniffing action.

He could smell the girl, standing in the corridor from the kitchen to the dining room, listening to them.

Strangely enough, he felt that her presence was too strong, that she was like the only living and vital thing in the gray house, like a warm charcoal fire—but this imagination did not seem to be due to the unusual smell of her spirit powder. Long Tail was distracted and felt that the abnormal person was himself.

But that's right. After all, it was the first time he had sat at such a long and gorgeous table. It is impossible for him to be undisturbed. In fact, it is better to say that everything is magnified, and he feels it with all his senses.

"I want to ......"

He said.

Mo Shi looked at him, expectant but not in a hurry, which made Nagao find it very interesting.

Eventually, he relaxed and made his decision.

Nagao looked around and said, "I see that your house lacks a male butler. ”

-

The interpersonal relationships around him have been relatively stable, and Mo Shi's life has also entered a period of calm.

Since then, he has been working on a solution to the "food problem."

However, in this primitive humane society, there is very little time left for the so-called "scholar's work". Previously, Moser had worked hard to gain the approval of the snowwalkers, but now he found himself caught up in the machine of court communication, a cog that had to be turned.

First of all, the king decided to appoint him as the deputy keeper of the seals among the scribes, to which Moshi replied vaguely and tried to delay.

"What are you dissatisfied with?" Manka Golden Lion even complained directly, "how long do you have to think about it?"

"I just want to do more good for your subjects. ”

Mo Shi did not lie.

Mo Shi's more preferred direction was to enter the financial subordination, which would be more conducive to his grasp of the economic state of the northern country. However, Moser soon discovered that most of the ministers in the treasury were hereditary retainers of the Golden Lion royal family or close relatives of the Golden Lion, while the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was in charge of the treasury, had an old rule that he must also be a priest attached to the Platinum Temple.

From this point of view, if Mo Shi wants to enter the financial subordinate, I am afraid that he will have to study it carefully.

And just as he was thinking about the future arrangements, bad news came from the palace - Dia Firebird was sick.

It is said to be a sudden deterioration of wind chill.

Mo Shi did not want to see his acquaintance die just because of a cold being treated by a medieval doctor, so he hurriedly wrote a letter to Dia, hoping to be allowed to be Dia's curator.

However, it was the message from Diya that arrived earlier than his letter.

The person who delivered the message was actually that Lina Akasha.

At that time, the two princes' law classes had just ended, and Moshi was hurrying to go to the Spinel Academy, where he had been studying methods of dredging rivers lately, and for which he had been running diligently.

He was stopped on the promenade.

"Mademoiselle would like you to visit her, Lord Moshi. Lina could see that she was in a hurry, she gasped slightly, and barely finished her salute before speaking.

This is sufficient proof of the seriousness of Diya's condition.

Mo Shi knew in his heart that since the death of Ember Wapin, the maid must have regarded him, if not as an enemy, as a ruthless person standing on the opposite side, or as a ghost of a bad memory. Diya also consciously did not let the two of them appear in the same space, so as not to cause pain in Lina's heart.

"Did Miss Dia ask you to come to me?" asked Mo Shi, his steps already moving.

Lina leads the way before him.

"Master Difen and Princess Terrina have gone back to the West a few days ago, and as for Young Master Dino, I heard from the servant that he and Princess Terlota are in the period of child-rearing—it's inconvenient to disturb, and we haven't sent a letter yet. Miss's illness suddenly worsened last night, and the fever was severe. ”

The high fever caused by a cold is a disease that cannot be underestimated, and it can be fatal in this era.

"Did the medical center prescribe medicine to Miss?"

"A few patches ......"

"Luckily. Mo Shi muttered under his breath, thinking of the so-called chewing medicine and other terrible prescriptions, and continued, "I'll take over, don't give Miss Diya any other potions, I'll take care of her." ”

Lina gave him a confused, blank look.

"You...... Do you know how to heal?"

Mo Shi's mind popped up with the meticulous and professional appearance of the white-clothed doctors in his concept, and he couldn't help but feel empty-hearted.

"Well," Mo Shi pressed into a flustered feeling, "yes." ”

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This was the first time he had entered the rooms of Dia Firesparrow at the court.

He noticed that the incense and carpet colors used by Diya were the same as they had been at the Red Sand Castle years earlier. It makes Mo Shi feel like a world away.

But Lina's hurried footsteps pulled him back to reality.

He was ushered into the hallway, and he saw the bed in the back of the room.

Lina called out softly, "Miss," pulled back the curtain in front of the window, and hung it with a hook.

Dia Firebird lay on the bed, her skin pale and damp, but the whites of her cheeks and eyes were red. This is slightly like a symptom of tuberculosis and makes Moshi feel uneasy.

But she's still beautiful. With a kind of madness and confusion, it was as beautiful as ice (melting, soft and uncool), and the silver-gray curls were stuck to the cheeks and neck with sweat.

He sat down softly in the chair beside her bed.

"Miss Dia. Mo Shi's tone was soft, subconsciously as if he was treating a sick child, "I heard that you want to see me." And it just so happened that I wanted to ask someone to bring a letter to ask about your condition. ”

"Ah, Mr. Moshi. ”

Her voice was very hoarse.

A feeling of pity for seeing the child sick suddenly arises, and Mo Shi realizes that he is indeed just an ordinary person with full feelings.

Dia blinked at him and tried to sit up, but seemed to drop the idea and only pulled the quilt upwards twice.

"The young lady gets dizzy as soon as she sits up. Lina explained.

Mo Shi nodded, signaling that it didn't matter.

"Lina, go out, I'll talk to Mr. Moshi alone for a while. ”

Mo Shi was a little surprised.

Lina didn't express her displeasure and quietly left the room.

"I'm afraid of death. She whispered, so light that Mo Shi could barely hear me, "I'm afraid I'm going to die." ”

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