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"Duna. When he returned to his room, Duna was sitting on the carpet weaving a blanket.

She sat there as if she had been sitting years ago, the only thing that changed was the color of the fabric, and the shape of her figure. She has grown taller, and judging by the age of women, she is not far from adulthood.

Mo Shi always thought that she should go home to see her family, but she never found the right time.

"Your Excellency, you came back early today. Her tail wagged from side to side. As usual, she was about to stand up and salute, but Mo Shi raised her hand to stop her, so she just bowed her ears and asked, "How's the progress of your 'sound transmission magic' research?"

Mo Shi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Miss Dia has come to me today. Didn't Lina tell you anything in the past two days?"

"Lina never says anything about Miss Dia, just as I don't tell her about you. Duna sped up the speed of the needle shuttle, and her tone was serious. But apparently this was a perfectly normal consensus for her, so not to the point where she needed to stop weaving.

"You're so nice. Mo Shi let out a long sigh and sat down beside her.

Over the years, Duna had become accustomed to her master's unlike behavior, so she just pulled up her skirt.

"You look tired. ”

"Yes, Duna, yes. I've been thinking about it just now, about marriage. ”

"Marriage?" said Duna, straightening up alertly, and at this point she really stopped knitting the needle, "Are you going to bring me a lady worthy of service?"

"It's not like that. Mo Shi waved his hand again and again, "It has nothing to do with me." ”

"But you do lack a lady!" said Duna.

The need for marriageable men and women to marry was a rigid ethical requirement of the medieval snowwalker kingdom, just as natural as the sky would snow and the snowflakes would melt.

Mo Shi didn't know how to explain his modern view of marriage.

The conversation quickly shifted, and Moshi was able to think about anything about the king and Diya for all the time until bedtime.

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"Duna ......"

Murmur.

The sound of the wind.

Du ...... Graceful. Duna?"

Duna jerked to a halt sweeping the floor. She listened carefully for a while, and then said tentatively, "Lord Mo Shi, is that you?"

Her gaze was nowhere to go, so she placed it on the vase on the table.

"Is it Lord Moshi?"

There was another murmur. But soon, the cacophony seemed to be blended together as a twine, merging into a human voice: "Endless journey blessing, Duna, you can hear me, can you?"

"Yes, yes! Obviously, your magic has worked, my lord! Where are you now?"

"On the platform outside the astrological house. ”

"It's so far! It's—it's amazing, my lord, I can hear it clearly! I can hear the wind. ”

"Yes, it's windy here......"

There are quite a lot of communication magic categories, and for Mo Shi, what the current "Mastermind Helmsman" has lifted the ban on him is precisely the sound transmission magic that he is not good at. The use of low-level sound transmission magic (i.e., sound transmission magic that has not been combined with other complex techniques) was often isolated by the "personal rights protective barrier technique" in the era of Moshi's birth, as it could violate personal privacy laws when it was initiated and ended.

So he never looked into it at all.

Therefore, although it is opened to operate, it is not as easy to pick up and use as water magic and object transfer magic.

On the contrary, it took a lot of time and effort to explore and weave the technique from scratch, and months passed, and now it is barely usable.

However, this is not a waste of effort. In fact, the success of remote connection magic meant that Moshi had the possibility to weave an intelligence network.

At least, the basis for many unformed plans.

"I'm going to the kitchen today to order a sweet pie, and your favorite smoked sausage should be freshly prepared," Duna was elated at the success of the experiment, even though she didn't know anything about magic, "I've done the math, and the money left is enough for you to eat honey cake a few more times." ”

"We've got to save some money, just in case—"

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. You even have extra money to bribe the king's personal attendants, as I have heard quite a few adults do. ”

"That's great – except for the part of the bribe. Duna, you know I really like sweet pie and honey cake, I even dreamed of sweet cream yesterday. ”

Talking about "dinner contents" with magical newsletters may seem luxurious, but to be honest, desserts are even more extravagant in the realm of snowwalkers. For people like Moshi, who once remembered seeing the abundance and delicacy of food as the norm, they still can't have a positive attitude towards the food that Snowwalkers eats.

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Nagao's stomach gurgled several times.

Snowwalkers belong to the wolf (canine) genus Orcs, inheriting the eating habits of canines that are mainly carnivorous, and also have the high consumption of carnivores. Unlike normal carnivores, snowwalkers are far from being able to compare their daily rest time to that of a well-fed beast, as they are not fully adapted to the climate of the Northlands. As a result, snowwalkers generally need to eat three times a day despite their poverty, in order to barely maintain the energy expenditure of living in the Northlands.

Nagao caught a couple of ore drivers in the tavern yesterday.

He tried to make himself as dusty as he could with furnace ash and kitchen soot, and with a southland accent, it was easy to pretend to be a cornered low-class Heyal bastard (because the truth is not far from ten).

He made up an image of himself as a prodigal with a not very good brain, on the one hand, he was clever and his pockets were empty.

So he was promised to be sent to the mines to see if there were any mines that lacked labor and were willing to give him a job.

Now he sits on a wooden cart, leaning against many jerky, stems, and barrels.

In order to show that he was really desperate, he did not bring his own food, and the coachmen did not seem to be at lunchtime. So he's very, very hungry now.

At the same time, Opal Zirpriconium is also suffering from hunger.

But he's in a slightly better place. He was pacing the busiest streets of Chipping City. In order to have a valid reason, he claimed that he was "buying jewelry for the wedding of his master in the center."

Opal can't optimistically estimate the extent of control of the Goldmane family in the city.

If there is a case of illegal gold mining and coinage, the Goldmane family will not fail to increase the eyeliner scattered among the common people, and it is impossible not to pay special attention to the visits of outsiders.

He patiently walked around the streets, entering each shop to carefully select jewelry, and chatting with the shopkeepers along the way.

Although he didn't care about the jewels, hunger took his focus away a little, and he noticed a beautiful obsidian.

Obsidian is enshrined in the Holy Book as a star in the night.

There was once a blind man who was begging on the side of the road when he touched the robe of "Yu Guang", one of the five apostles.

Yuguang asked him if he believed in God, and the beggar of the Lizardhead replied, "The Lord of the Empty Wheel is the Lord of all." So the apostle Yuguang was very satisfied, and gave him a gem to hold in his hand for the rest of his life, and he was not allowed to put it down, so that his eyes could see again. The beggar who had returned to the light then put the obsidian in his right fist and did not let go while sleeping.

The story doesn't end there.

Later—

“...... Opal? Can you hear me? Opal zirconium?"

The sound of talking, mingled with the wind, suddenly rang in Opal's ears.

And he could hear it being Mo Shi's voice.

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