"Without the support of the clan, there will be no marriage between the gates, unless it is ・・・・・・" Aurelia received a satisfactory answer, but thought of another possibility, the personalities of the two younger sisters were very likely to do that kind of thing. Their sisters inherited the proud and independent character of the previous generations of Fengxi, and it is a headache to think about it.

The festival ended, and she hurried back to the Windranger Mansion.

"What about Sylvanas and Wenresa?" She said to the butler who greeted her at the door.

"Two young ladies drinking tea in the garden."

"Well" Aurelia heard and walked through the hall to the backyard. Windranger's garden is filled with lush maple trees, and a bluestone path leads into the depths of the maple forest. She walked along the path, turned a few corners, and saw a small white pavilion in the middle of the woods, where her two younger sisters were happily drinking afternoon tea. "I need to hear what they're saying." Aurelia had a flash of inspiration and stopped.

"I didn't expect my sister to like to drink this kind of black tea! It is not a precious variety, nor is it a civilian product, the entrance is mellow and moderate, and it is a lot easier to drink a glass during the break. I was first introduced to this tea when I was in Yangfan Harbor, and after drinking it a few times, I liked it very much. ”

Wen Resa filled the teacup with water and pushed it for her sister. Sylvanas took the tea from her sister, took a sip, and chuckled.

"Wen Leisha, not only do I like this tea, but I also know the other ways to drink it. Someone said that if it weren't for being a spellcaster, he would have liked to add a human drink called brandy and taste it as the legend suggests. I don't know how he's interested in tasting that taste, but as long as he likes it, I like it, hehehehe! ”

"It's a little weird, but the atmosphere is good." Aurelia stepped around the corner. When the two younger sisters saw her coming, they did not speak again, but greeted her together.

"My sisters" Aurelia sat between the two sisters, holding their hands and placing them together on their laps. The sisters of the Windranger family are scattered all over the country, and they can only see each other a few times a year, and when they shake their hands, they find that the sisterly relationship is still hot. "Listen to me......"

Shane followed the Mentor back to the Tower. The festival ended under the auspices of the Sunseeker King, to the effect that the royal court and council wanted every elf to enjoy their comfort without forgetting the hard memories of more than 6,000 years ago and even the time of the Troll Wars. The festival process demonstrated the stability of the distribution of power between the royal court and the various high-ranking clans, and conveyed to the subjects that "our kingdom is peaceful and prosperous".

If there is no external interference, the elves can be peaceful for a long time, and they may prosper for thousands of years. But there must be a law of rise and fall in the development of things. In the epic, the elves of antiquity were a thousand times more prosperous than today, and the arcane arts were also at their peak, but they were destroyed overnight; The Troll Empire, which once ruled the world of Azeroth, is now scattered; In the not-too-distant future, the mighty Lordaeron dynasty was destroyed by natural disasters. As with powerful individuals, does this world not allow powerful dynasties to exist?

Shane came back to his senses and had already reached the Tower with his mentor.

"Come with me, I have important things to tell you," the mentor said, teleporting to the living room, and Shane followed closely behind, stepping into the arcane light.

"Remember, I said I had to do it?"

As soon as Shane stepped out of the folded spatial plane, he heard the voice of his mentor with joy.

"Come, Shane, sit down with me, and let's talk together, just as seasoned elders do with young people."

The tutor's living room is furnished like a library, with only beds and a few soft seats for living furniture, and the rest are bookshelves. Shaun felt 'this is normal,' and he glanced at the room set-up and walked over to one of the cushions and sat down.

"Shane, I guess you know enough about my history."

"Yes, our race is descended from the elves who crossed the sea more than six thousand years ago." Sean nodded.

"Yes, we are descendants of the High Elves, and our culture, our magic, is inherited from the High Elves, and there are many traditions that have survived to this day. That is the marriage custom of the caster. The mentor smiled and said, "In the future, you need to inherit my position and lead the clan to continue to prosper, which is one of the obligations that must be fulfilled." Another obligation is to give birth to a large number of offspring as soon as possible and train them to become outstanding talents. Don't be surprised, Shane, the more gifted the caster, the more careful the choice of spouse becomes, because only when two casters are combined, their offspring can inherit the best magical talents. I've got a couple of candidates for you. ”

Privilege and duty must be reciprocal, Shaun agrees. From birth, the mark of the Dawn Blade on his body was so thick that it could not be dissolved. The clan raised him, helped him study, gave him the best education and a fair chance. Whenever there was a little improvement, the clan immediately gave him the courtesy he deserved. Above the bottom line, there is no problem contributing to the clan. It was also expected that the clan would arrange a marriage for him. If he hadn't met Sylvanas, Winresa, he would have gladly accepted the arrangement, but ......

"Shane, as an experienced elder, I have many secrets to pass on to you." The teacher's expression was so smiling that all men understood: "Elves live for a long time, and there is no difference in age. Compared with young girls, slightly more mature women have a more outstanding demeanor, know how to take care of others, and have more feelings. Look at the Duchess of Marand. ”

The instructor stretches out his palm and uses imaging to create a three-dimensional image. The Duchess of Marand is a great beauty, the priestly dress can't hide her seductive curves, no matter what angle you look at, the S curve is extremely obvious, she has all the sultry style of a mature woman, that lazy smell, can tempt most people can't take their eyes off.

"I'm a little older than you, and I have a good dowry. With her, you don't have to worry about many things, you can concentrate on the arcane, and she will take care of your family and your life. The best part is that she is at the best age to have children, or in a dozen years, your children will be running all over the place. The only downside is that she's a Light Caster, but it doesn't matter, her will and spirit are no less than those of a good Arcanist. Shane, you can think about it. ”

"But mentor, I already have someone I like."

"Oh! That's great, tell me which girl is our Shane. ”

"It's the ...... of the Windranger"

"What did you say, did I hear me wrong?"

"Mentor, I said it's the ...... of the Windranger"

"Alright, Shane, you go out for a walk first, and leave me alone." The tutor said calmly.

Xia En walked outside the door as he said, there was a silent enchantment, he couldn't hear the movement inside, but it was very rude to use his spirit to find out. After waiting for a while, the tutor opened the door and let him in. He noticed that his mentor's eyes revealed a sense of cunning and cunning.

"Shane, you can go to the banquet in the evening by yourself, I want to go to the countryside to meet old friends."

After the instructor finished speaking, the space jumped and disappeared.