readx; readx; "Those little bugs...... I'm really impatient. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't go to their trouble, I just feel troublesome, and I actually give them the guts. ”

Medivan didn't say any more. He is not a good woman, and whoever dares to stumble on him must naturally have the consciousness to meet his vengeful anger. Powerful people never disdain to speak harshly in front of others, so countless thoughts of revenge flashed in his heart, but the topic changed on his face.

"But how they found out about me, and when they poisoned me, I can't help but find out. You should know about Almansour's pets. How is it? Say it? If you say it, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare you. ”

With that, he waited with interest for the shadow's answer.

However, the Shadow's answer reintrigued him.

"I didn't expect you to look away, and it makes me wonder if what I did was wrong - I'm not Almansour's pet, at least, not the one you thought I was."

"Ahh Hehe...... In this world, I can still encounter things that make me interesting. You're not? Will I look away too? There were so many accidents that my boring days became pleasantly surprised. Well, you really made me change my mind...... Ha. Funny little things. Medivan raised a hand and made an incredible suggestion in a haughty rewarding tone. That...... How is it...... Be my pet. ”

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Half of the candle finally burst open, so hot that the servant's hand could not help shrinking, but the scissors that had been stained with the wick in his hand closed the mouth and cut off the long section of the wick exposed.

The servant shook his hot hand, blew it on his lips, and subconsciously looked back at the guardian on the bed. The Guardian remained asleep, showing no signs of waking up. Everything was as normal as ever, just as it had been for so many nights he had served before. He sat back in his seat, and continued to wait, waiting for the Guardian's almost impossible awakening, for the next dawn to come.

When the dawn came again, when Simon opened his eyes again, he felt a little lost in his heart.

He slept well.

It's so good that there's only a dark sweet dream left.

Is it because you drank too much? dudu1;

No, I didn't drink it myself.

Simon couldn't help but touch his head, and his head was vaguely a little painful.

That's still too much to drink, right?

Simon thought a little uncertainly. Anyway, I won't have a chance to drink that much tonight. When there are only their own people, Ryan and Lothar can still be presumptuous, but as soon as the prince of Lordaeron comes, how can this force be maintained! This is a matter that has risen to the face of the country.

While he was thinking, there was a knock at the door and a whispering call from Sylvie.

"Simon, are you up?"

"It's coming, it's coming." Simon hurried to open the door.

Sylvie at the door looked at him with her toiletries with a smile on her face, and Simon hurriedly let her in.

"What time is it? Am I waking up late? Simon was quite weak when he said this, after all, he knew it in his own heart, and he didn't sleep until three strokes in the morning before he was forced to get up by his mother.

"It's okay, it's not too late. But you'd better be on your toes. Sylvie smiled, "Didn't His Highness Lane say yesterday that you should go to Moros?" With so much going on today, Butler Moros must be very busy. If you go late, you may not be able to find him. ”

"You're right!" Simon nodded, and after a hasty wash, he followed Sylvie to find the butler Morros.

Butler Moros was still very young - only to Simon's impression of the old, skinny, undead. Moros is now about forty years old, and he looks young and vigorous, with a solemn expression. Or maybe it was because it was a special and solemn day, and he wore a gown trimmed with gold trim, and the white shirt lace in the cuffs was meticulously turned out of the right distance, and he looked decently like a high-ranking nobleman with a title, not just a small butler. Moros took off his monocle of gold-rimmed glasses that were clipped to the bridge of his nose, took out a white silk handkerchief and wiped it before putting it back on.

His gaze looked particularly stern through the lenses, falling on Sylvie and Simon. dudu2;

"I know about it. His Highness Ryan sent me a message early in the morning. Then, please come with me. ”

Simon follows Moros through the upper levels of Karazhan, which is half a maze of complexities.

"This is it, please come in."

Moros pushed the door open and made an inviting gesture to invite Simon in.

As soon as he entered, the servants in the door immediately greeted him. "Lord Moros, why are you here? Is there something going on? ”

Moros waved his hand and asked, "How was last night, my lord?" Are there any signs of awakening? ”

"I'm sorry. As in the past, there was no sign of awakening. ”

"yes, got it." Moros turned and introduced Simon to the servants. "This is Master Simon from Dalaran. He might be able to help Lord Medivan in his condition, so let's check it out here. When you change shifts, remember to explain to the people who are changing shifts. ”

With that, Moros turned to say goodbye to Simon.

"I'm sorry, Sir Simon. It stands to reason that I should be by your side to help you understand the condition of adults. However, as you may know, today is an important day for the arrival of the Lordaeron envoys. I still have a lot of work to attend to, but I'm retiring for the time being. ”

"Ah...... It's okay, it's okay, I'll just see, you go and get busy with you. Don't worry about me. ”

Moros glanced at the servant beside him, and then politely retired.

Simon paid no attention to Moros's movements, and as soon as Moros walked, he walked to the bedside in three steps and two steps to observe Madison's condition. dudu3;

At this time, Medivan was also different from the mysterious ** master with a gloomy expression and a scruffy beard in Simon's memory. His expression was serene and calm, for he had been sleeping for many years, and his face, which looked more childish than his normal age, was unusually pale, and there was no blood even on his lips, and his black hair seemed to have been carefully groomed by the servants all year round, neatly trimmed to his shoulders, and pressed under him.

Simon frowned, and walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and from the end of the bed to the head of the bed.

No one knew that on the surface, he seemed to be calm, but in fact, he had already started scolding in his stomach.

Dry!

How is this going now?

He now understood why the set that the system had taught him was called the foundation of spells.

The use of those spells in his head is really to brush DPS is to brush DPS, oh, by the way, there is also a water bag, and he doesn't even have the skill to open a portal!

Simon's heart was broken.

Just like him, he's really at the level of an apprentice!

Although I know that mages in World of Warcraft can solve curses, but ...... This skill is obviously not available to him now.

What to do! What to do!

Haikou is boasted. Is it too late to admit it?

Just when Simon was outwardly confused, a voice sounded in his head.

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