Although the sun has not yet risen, the morning light is enough to illuminate the world; Her long blond hair was supple on the back of Tiffany's head, and with a smile of excitement and joy on her face, she playfully waved her little white hand at Marlon, who turned around.

Malone sighed inwardly - to be honest, he wasn't very good at communicating with his titular fiancée - Tiffany always seemed overly enthusiastic about him, and for Althea's sake...... Malone was unable to respond.

In fact, Malone didn't want Tiffany to leave Yuexi Town with the first fleet, but after this little girl knew Ma Long's schedule, she had to follow him.

And Tiffany had a good reason - the wounded of Mooncreek were all on the boat with Night, and as the acting pastor here, there was no reason why she shouldn't be on board.

Malone reluctantly agreed to Tiffany's request, but when it was time to set off, he learned that the injured leg of the original pastor Daon in Yuexi Town had recovered, and this time he went north to Night Town, and this priest was also the one who took care of the wounded; As for Tiffany...... Malone felt that she was just here to play.

"Look! Malone! It's the first time I've seen the River Alvin so wide! Is there any fish in there? Shall we catch a little and eat it? ”

Tiffany suggested to Malone with gusto, and made no secret of her appetite.

"Be careful, Tiffany, don't fall."

Marlon saw Tiffany leaning most of her body out of the deck by the side of the boat, and hurriedly walked to her side to remind.

"It's okay! I can't swim though...... But Marlon, you're going to save me, right? ”

Tiffany retracted her head and stuck out her tongue to Marlon.

"That's right, but ......"

Malone hesitated - of course he just watched Tiffany fall into the water and drown, and not only Stephanie, but he would have jumped down to save people if someone else had changed - but it seemed that Tiffany didn't realize this, and Malone's words made the smile on the girl's face even brighter.

"It's my first time on a boat! Marlon, what about you? ”

Tiffany's body slid slowly downward, and then sat down against the side of the ship; She gently straightened the hem of her dress, careful not to expose the spring/light under the skirt, then raised her head and asked the tall Marlon.

"It's the first time I've done a boat, but when we came to the Wild West from Nighttown, we used homemade rafts and canoes—if they were boats."

Malone is not used to looking down at Tiffany and talking, on the one hand, it is not polite, and on the other hand, it is ...... The neckline of Tiffany's dress was a little too wide, which made his eyes always look involuntarily, so he crouched down and tried to keep himself in line with Tiffany's gaze.

"Canoe? It's amazing! Malone, did you make the canoe? ”

In Tiffany's mind, her fiancé seemed to be omnipotent, she asked in surprise.

"Of course not, it took everyone in Nightshade two days to make it, but it broke down when we landed in the Wild West. But it doesn't matter, we have a ship now. ”

Malone replied with a smile - he had to admit that these goblins were indeed delivering charcoal in the snow, and without these ships, Malone really didn't know how to transport the wounded, food, and livestock from Mooncreek to Nightlight.

"Oh, that's right...... That must be interesting, right? Actually, I have never done anything by myself when I am so big, although I have sewn a rag doll under the guidance of the old mother, but I was teased that I was a monster......"

Tiffany said, pouting.

"Who made fun of you? Could it be that rag doll...... Is it really that ugly? ”

Malone couldn't help but laugh.

"Varian! Who else...... Marlon, you're different, although I'm always stupid, but you've always encouraged me......"

Tiffany said and brought the topic to herself and Malone, looking at her fiancé with affection.

Malone's mind turned to realize that Tiffany's Varian was the future king of Stormwind, and then he noticed the girl's passionate gaze that he couldn't accept.

Tiffany didn't seem to notice Malone's embarrassment, she was excited for the first time on the boat, and chatted with Malone—even though Malone's two nights in Mooncreek were in Tiffany's room, the girl still seemed to have endless conversations with him.

Through Tiffany's narration, Malone gradually "recalled" some of the past events between him, Varian Urion and Tiffany, and the dusty memories seemed to come to life all of a sudden, and came alive in his mind.

Malone and Varian Ureon are of the same age, and they are classmates, so they naturally have a relatively close relationship; Tiffany joins Marlon and Varian Ureon with her father's acquiescence, but she is a girl after all, and when she hangs out with boys, she is often teased by Varian Ureon for her poor athleticism.

The young Sir Lothar, the original owner of Marlon's body, had been a benchmark in his life since he was a child.

True aristocrats do not bully women, and Marlon Lothar, who has this in mind, gives Tiffany a lot of encouragement and comfort, and thus occupies a place in the hearts of young girls.

But this affection is now a big headache for Marlon - he can inherit everything about Sir Lothar, including his identity, memories, and other things, but the feelings ...... How is this thing going to be inherited?

Tiffany is a lovely girl, but Malone doesn't know what to do with her relationship with Althea - the thought of this makes Malone feel his head start to hurt again.

……

In the town of Night, Althea urges the militia who remain in the town to train and patrol - she wants to do what she can for her lover Marlon, including, of course, to take care of his soldiers in his absence.

Because of Elo Eberlock, the militiamen obeyed Althea's orders - not to mention the acting commander's own hard work, and the militiamen often saw the delicate girl go to the square to practice martial arts before dawn.

After her morning routine, Althea went to Vera's house to play games with young Maria, who was busy cooking for the refugees in the kitchen, and it was Althea who took care of Vera's daughter.

Althea sat in a chair in the living room, watching Maria fiddle with two shabby stuffed dolls - the little girl's delicate eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she didn't know what was unhappy about it.