"I, I can't say." Fierna frowned slightly, and the smile that had just appeared on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Such a huge contrast also made Rollin feel a little disappointed, Fierna was just an elf maid, and these things should not be her troubles. "Don't be nervous, I won't force you." Rollin said with a smile.

"How nice you are, Mr. Ravenchel." Fierna relaxed slightly, a smile back on her smooth cheeks.

There are very few girls who are so unilaterally grateful and only know how to pay for others. Rollin could feel that Filna had taken good care of her over the past month, and because of this, Lorraine also maintained respect for Filna. At least, in Rollin's heart, Fierna is a very kind elf girl, not a maid who only knows how to work and is not good at talking.

"Don't call me Mr. Ravenchel anymore, I have a very simple name, Rollin."

Fierna nodded obediently, she looked at Rollin in front of her and said, "I know, Mr. Rollin?" ”

This elf girl really didn't mean to tease herself? Rollin couldn't cry or laugh, he continued: "Just call me Rollin, two very simple words, Rollin. ”

Fils, who has been in a class society for a long time and has always lived as a servant, has a hard time accepting such a way of speaking. However, in Rollin's presence, he did not want to speak to him as his servant all the time. Fils could feel that the elven magister he had been serving was very special, so special that it was different from all the arcanists and magisters in the entire city of Sulama and the Hall of Order. She took a deep breath, straightened her chest, and plucked up the courage to say, "Ro-Lin." Rollin, what an awkward feeling. Phils blushed slightly and smiled.

"Hello, Miss Fierna, we will be friends from today onwards." Rollin got up and took the initiative to give a gentlemanly salute to Fierna.

"Ahh With an exclamation, Fierna hurriedly waved her hands. Rollin's actions made this simple elf girl not know what to do next.

Fierna looked nervously at Rollin, but her heart was full of joy. She wondered if she should take the initiative to reach out her right hand and put it in Rollin's hand, just like the beautiful elf nobles at the aristocratic party. Still silent, staring blankly at Mr. Ravenchel, whom he had always admired.

Rollin saw that Filna was hesitating, and he looked at the girl with soft eyes, motioning for her to muster up courage.

Fierna gathered her slender shoulders, and after thinking for less than a minute, she took the initiative to get up and elegantly placed her right hand in Rollin's hand.

While performing this action, Fierna was still worried about whether she had done a good job. However, seeing that Mr. Rollin was smiling at her, Fierna smiled and let her palm be held in the palm of Mr. Rollin's palm.

"We all deserve to live for ourselves, Fierna." Rollin let go of Fierna's hand and said indifferently.

Fierna felt a sense of loss in her heart, but she could feel the warmth that Rollin brought to her.

"I understand what you mean, and I'll do what you say."

"Be happy, who knows what's going to happen tomorrow, maybe we'll not be there tomorrow." Rollin patted Fierna on the shoulder and pointed to the aisle of the inner sanctum, signaling that she should go back to sleep.

Nodding, Fierna still had some nostalgia for such a night. Girls love beautiful things, and so does Fierna.

"Thank you, Rollin. I'll never forget what happened that night. Fierna looked at Rollin with a smile and said.

If this sentence were placed in another context, it might not be the same. Rollin smiled awkwardly and said nothing, he walked straight to the room in the inner sanctum, Ferna following closely behind Rollin.

There is no big difference between day and night in the city of Sulamah. As a result of this discrepancy, Rollin has a poor sense of time. But fortunately, Ferna was there, Filna didn't knock on the door today, she was outside the door and called Rollin to get up: "Ravan Rollin, it's time to get up for breakfast." Today you are going to the Hall of Order, and you promised Lady Aryons yesterday that you will be there this afternoon. ”

"I see." Rollin stretched and got out of bed.

After getting dressed and having dinner, Rollin walked out of the inner sanctum of Aryons Manor, accompanied by Fierna.

Enter the courtyard outside Aryons Manor, where the guards standing on either side of the courtyard salute Lorraine.

Rollin nodded, accepted the soldier's respect, and walked over to the teleportation circle in front of the courtyard.

There must be at least a hundred teleportation circles like this in the entire city of Sulama. These circles are the best means of transportation for mages and arcanists, and they are easy to use, requiring only a small amount of arcane energy to activate them, allowing them to travel to any location in the city of Sulama.

The place where Rollin is going is the Hall of Order, and the ruling class of the Night Elves is also where the Night Elf mages study and live.

Luo Lin stood on top of the teleportation circle, slowly raised his hand, and gave the teleportation circle arcane energy. After receiving the arcane energy, the runes drawn by the ancient elven characters on the teleportation circle lit up, and the four arcane lights around Rollin, and Rollin disappeared into the central courtyard of Aryons Manor.

Two seconds later, Rollin, dressed in a pale blue spell robe, appeared in the Hall of Order.

Stepping down from the teleportation platform, Rollin is confronted by her titular fiancée, Miss Sheryl, the hostess of Twilight Winery.

"Long time no see, Ravenchel." Shirmile took the initiative to say hello.

didn't mean to look down on himself, and his tone was very flat, Rollin answered: "Long time no see." ”

Shiryl looked at Ravenchel with this cold look, and she didn't have much to say: "Come with me, the Great Magister of Elisander is waiting for you." ”

"What about Alyons? Isn't she in the Hall of Order today? Rollin asked.

Shiryl shrugged her shoulders, turned around, looked at Ravenchel with a grudge and said, "Do you really care about her that much?" I'll tell you the truth, you can't get what you want with her hands. ”

I couldn't understand what Shiryl was saying, and the struggle between the nobles, Rollin didn't want to be so clear.

"Then take me to Alisander, I'm sure Irion has made it clear to the Archmage." Rollin said.

This is not the Ravencel I used to know, absolutely not. Shiryl could feel the wisdom and calmness of this elven magician, which the former Ravenchel did not have. But she can't deny that standing in front of her now is Ravenchel, a real Ravenchel.

"Whether you listen or not, I still have to give you a word of advice. Get back to Twilight Winery before it's too late, or you'll regret it. After Sheryl finished speaking, she turned and led Rollin to the place where the Great Magister of Elisandr was.

The Great Hall of Order, the most glorious and gorgeous place in the city of Sulamah. At the time of the Battle of the Ancients, the Temple of Order in the City of Sulama was not as gorgeous as it is now, and at that time the Hall of Order was originally the center of faith for ordinary elves, the temple of the moon god Elune. However, since the end of the War of the Ancients, the upper elves who betrayed Azhara have taken control of the city, and this city, which was once inhabited by ordinary elves, has gradually acquired the color of the upper elves.

Ten thousand years later, the Hall of Order became as splendid as Esaline who sank to the bottom of the sea.

Following in Sheryl's footsteps, Rollin made his way through the tall and deep corridors. After walking for nearly half an hour, Rollin and Shirley came to the location of a lifting platform.

After sending Rollin here, Sheryl made a gesture to move forward and said, "The Grand Magister of Elisandr is waiting for you down there." ”

Following Shellil's instructions, Rollin stepped onto the lifting platform.

Five minutes later, Rollin arrived at the special location of the Hall of Order.

The moment he left the platform, Rollin instantly felt the arcane energy surging in this place. Rollin looked around at the palace, which was full of magical energy and magical corridors, and he immediately determined what it was.

In the Well of Night, Rollin arrives at the Arcane Center of the City of Sulamah.

In this underground magic palace, Rollin did not see a single magician, and here, Rollin could only feel the arcane power.

There were no elves just because of the path that Rollin was on, and Rollin could only follow the path in the center of the underground palace where the Night Well was housed.

Walking all the way forward, Rollin saw the long-lost source of energy, the Well of Night.

A huge structure that stands within the underground palace of the city of Sulamah. The spire-like structure is surrounded by dazzling arcane crystals. And the Night Well is also in the light of these dazzling crystals, transmitting a large amount of energy to the entire city of Surama along with the magic corridor above the Night Well.

Rollin walked under the Night Terrors, he looked up at the Well of Night, and then touched his hands to the barrier of this source of energy.

Just as Rollin's hands were about to touch the Well of Night, slender fingers gripped his wrists.

The sudden appearance of the breath of life surprised Luo Lin. It was hard for him to imagine that the elves who had existed just now could completely hide their bodies in arcane energy.

"This is the Well of the Night, Mr. Ravenchel." The female elf Magister said.

Rollin moved his hand back from between the female magister's fingers, and he said frankly, "This is what Aryons called me, my name is Rollin. A human mage from the Eastern Kingdoms. ”

Hearing Rollin's answer, the female magister slowly walked out of the light and shadow of arcane energy.

The appearance of the female elf amazed Rollin, because her skin was not purple-black, but warm purple. In terms of skin color, this female magister is more like a Night Elf.

"I know Irione is clever, but I admire your honesty too." Elven Magister said.

Being able to completely fuse his body with the arcane energy outside the Well of Night, and not being discovered by himself, Rollin had no reason to believe that he could continue to use the identity of the Night Elf Ravenchel.

"Irion asked me to find you, Archmage Elisunder?" Rollin asked.

The beautiful and noble Elisandr bowed slightly, and she replied, "Yes, I am the Great Magister of Elisandr. The manager of the Night Well. ”

"How far has the Scepter of Sargeras been charged? I need to use the Scepter of Sargeras. Rollin spoke to the archmage in front of him as if he were making a deal.

Talking to such a clever and intelligent creature saved Elisunder a lot of time.

With a slight tap of her left hand, the air in her hand fluctuated with arcane energy.

With no additional arcane energy to use, Elisandr pulled the Scepter of Sargeras from the ripples of arcane that rippled like water ripples.

"I've calculated for you, and now there's enough arcane energy stored in the Staff of Sargeras for you to go to the Tomb of Sargeras. Arians promises you, and I will keep the promise. Elisander kept a noble look. This indifferent and somewhat indifferent look is very much in line with her identity as the queen of the city of Sulamah. Although Elisandr is nominally the Grand Magus of the City of Sulamar.

Feeling no suspicion, Rollin completely trusted the Grand Magister of Elisandr in front of him.

However, before Rollin carried out the mission of activating the magic corridor outside the city of Sulama, Rollin was curious about the relationship between Aryons and the Archmage of Elisandr in front of him.

"You were just saying that Aryons was playing a trick? So, do you know what Arians wants to do? Rollin asked tentatively. He knew that Elisandr would most likely ignore her problem, but it was about Elions, and Rollin was quite curious.

Unexpectedly, Alisander answered Rollin's question: "I know Aryons has additional plans, but that doesn't mean I know what she wants to do. Arians is a very unique elven magister, and in the city of Sulama, no one knows what she will do in the future. ”

After getting Elisunde's reply, Rollin also sank down. According to Elisander's answers, Rollin can at least know that the plan that Elion wants to do has not touched the interests of the Archmage of Elisandr so far. This also shows that Arians is not what she thought she was at the beginning, and she is not a brilliant night elf who wields intrigues and plans.

"Rollin, you've been thinking about it for a long time. Now I think you should send your concerns to carry out your mission. Elisandr dodged for Rollin to get out of the way.

Rollin awoke from his thoughts, and he sought the guidance given to him by the Grand Magister of Elissan, and took in the entire arcane energy system of the city of Surama that floated above the arcane energy.

These swirling and intertwined magical corridors unfolded in front of Rollin in a single appearance.

"This is the structure of the magical cloister of the entire city of Sulamar?" Rollin was amazed at the masterpiece in front of him, which was much more advanced than the energy veins that Quel'Salas had built with the runestones. (To be continued.) )