Amy, do you think Uncle McGonagall and Sister Irina can get Sister Shirley back? Anna sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the stars in the sky, and asked in a worried whisper.

"Trust me...... Certain...... Yes......" Amy replied with her head resting on the ugly duckling, sitting drowsily beside Anna, trying to prop up her eyelids.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling also raised his eyelids and agreed in a daze.

"But why haven't they come back for so long?" Anna was a little worried.

"Roast duck...... Roast duck legs are so delicious...... Hey......" Amy bit the ugly duckling's head and smiled.

But the ugly duckling, who was originally sleepy, suddenly widened his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at Amy with some fear.

Anna looked back at Amy, got up and laid her flat with some helplessness, then covered her with a small quilt, turned down the lights in the room, sat down by the window, and continued to wait in a daze with her chin in her hands.

I don't know how long it took.

"Anna." Bloor pushed open the door and looked at Anna, who was asleep by the window, and his eyes instantly turned red.

As if awakened by the sound of the door opening, Anna looked up in the direction of the door.

"Brother Bloor!" Anna's eyes lit up suddenly, and she almost jumped up from her chair, and threw herself into Bloor's arms at once, whimpering, "You're finally back, I thought you didn't want Anna anymore." ”

"Anna, I'm back, sorry for worrying you." Bloor hugged Anna and said apologetically.

"Am I dreaming? Brother Bloor, are you really back? Anna burst into tears and looked up at Bloor, still in disbelief.

"No, I'm back, I'm really back." Bloor reached out to help her wipe away her tears, and shook his head a little distressed.

I can't imagine how Anna spent this time, while he was so occupied by hatred that he almost forgot that she was still waiting for him.

"Uh-huh." Anna nodded, reached out and touched the scab on the corner of Bloor's eyebrows, and begged with some distress: "Can you not leave Anna again, don't leave Anna alone." ”

"Well, not again." Bloor solemnly promised.

"It's good to come back, and everyone doesn't have to worry." McGonagall stood outside the door, smiling at the two of them, looking past them and at Amy, who was still asleep, and the little one was really not affected at all.

"Boss." Bloor picked up Anna and turned to look at McGonagall, and said with heartfelt gratitude, "Thank you for taking care of Anna for me during this time." ”

"Anna has been helping a lot in the store during this time, and Amy is also very happy to get along." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, and said, "Let's stay here tonight, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to go over there at the Elven Embassy." ”

"No need, my people have established themselves in the City of Chaos, I can just go find them." Bloor shook his head and thought for a moment, "I need three days to recuperate, and then I will continue to work in the restaurant." ”

"Five days, I'll come back to work after I'm ready." McGonagall didn't stop him, helped Anna pack her bags, and escorted them out of the restaurant.

"Do you think he's Shirley, or is it Bloor?" Irina appeared next to McGonagall, looking at the older and smaller figures at the end of the long street, and asked.

"He's Bloul, and he's Shirley." McGonagall smiled, "It's probably not a conflict at all, he enjoys both identities and is in the middle of it." ”

Irina frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

"Did Sally say anything?" McGonagall closed the door and asked casually.

"She will be the best princess of the elves after me." Irina said calmly.

"Very high rating." McGonagall glanced at Irina with some surprise, after all, the height she was able to reach was beyond the reach of most elves.

"You seem to be interested in her, though?" Irina's gaze turned to McGonagall.

"As a boss, it's normal to care about your employees." McGonagall is colored.

"She's the princess of the elves now, not your employee."

"It doesn't matter, it's that she was, and that's enough." McGonagall said indifferently: "I am a nostalgic person. ”

"I heard you knew a desert flower at the border before you met me?"

"Ahem, there shouldn't be such a thing, right? I don't remember any things I forgot about the desert or anything like that. "McGonagall is a little panicked, he really doesn't carry this pot, what kind of desert flower, he doesn't know at all, shouldn't it be Medusa who stays in the desert?

"Hehe, you sleep in the study tonight." Irina turned and went upstairs, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

McGonagall spread her hands and went upstairs helplessly.

Pick up Blour, and a stone in my heart can be regarded as falling.

Sally is still the cold and kind girl he remembers, but it's a pity that her identity can't be revealed in this operation, otherwise she should have brought her some restaurant specialties.

……

"My lord, someone found this bloody strip of cloth in the territory of the Morris family, and the blood beast confirmed that the blood stains on it belonged to Nabloor." An elf walked briskly into the hall with a strip of cloth in his hand and presented it to Elliot.

"The Morris family is stationed at the border, could it be that Bloul has already left the Wind Forest through their territory?" Elliot looked at the words of thanks on it and said angrily, although the name was not written, the blood beast had confirmed the identity of the person who wrote it.

"Send someone to surround the Morris family for me, and take Morris to the Starry Sky Cave Mansion for the Grand Elder to decide." Elliot walked out briskly with the strip of cloth in his hand, but he didn't expect Morris to do such a thing when he was ostensibly at odds with Vincent.

……

"Look, what's hanging on that tree?" Outside Gibson's territory, a team of elves with torches stopped, and the elves who led the team waved to take down the strip of cloth hanging on the tree, looked at the handwriting on it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "Quick, go to the Brewster family territory!" We might be going to get rich! ”

……

"Young Master, you're finally back." Ingwe stood in front of the courtyard gate, looking at Bloul holding Anna's hand, tears glistening in his wrinkled eyes.

"I failed to kill all my enemies, and I failed to avenge my father." Bloor's eyes drooped slightly.

"Since the patriarch chose to die for righteousness, he never wanted you to avenge him." Ingwe's voice was slightly deep.

"How can you endure the revenge of killing your father." Bloor pursed his lips.

"Is that what the Night Elves are for?"

Blouel looked up at Ingwe, his lips quivering, and finally shook his head.

"Come in, just come back." Ingwe reached out and took the salute from his hand, and turned and entered the courtyard.

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