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Winter has always been white, hard and cold in Leona's memory, and if you want to describe it, he is like a great knight-like god who rode a gray horse, was covered in white armor, and held a transparent spear across the highlands of Norman.

The winter of the Dragonfire Islands is soft, just like those merchants, whose ruthless hearts are hidden under a warm and weak exterior, from the Moon Festival, the cold current that crossed the Dragon's Back Mountains after a long journey of thousands of miles finally came here, but the remnants of it can only be said to be the end of the strong crossbow. When they meet the hot and humid air of the sea, they turn into heavy clouds of leaden gray and a hopelessly long rainy season—even more unbearable than the heat of September, even if there is no sun all day long, and the rain that is as thin as a silk thread but never stops is like a dying old king, who is irretrievably clinging to his power, and trying to drench every part of the Dragonfire Islands with green and blackened moss. They are ubiquitous, even climbing on lamps and drapery, the transparent traces left by shellless snails are like the saliva left by countless goblins after licking their food, the moisture in the air makes people feel like they are in a huge bathroom, even breathing is difficult, whether it is linen or silk after a few minutes will cling to the skin, bringing a sticky feeling like clay, the maids have transferred fifty people from the "skillful hands" to provide the owner of the side island with his friends and subordinates dry inner and outer clothes - one side is hollow. The large walls that could be lit with charcoal fires flanked by clean, damp fabrics, thanks to the ingenuity of the gnomes, rather than ironing them in iron pans with charcoals, as was the case before, so that the eunuchs around Cremar were not starved of manpower.

Leona sat in her room, leaning on a thick tusk, polished and smooth, with four gilded ebony feet underneath. The milky white surface is engraved with a delicate and elegant curly grass pattern, but it is no more than three strands of hair. In this way, the person leaning on it will not slip away because the contact surface is too smooth, or stick to it because of the hot and humid sweat, and will not hurt the delicate skin because the uneven and convex surface is too sharp.

When the red sun of the Dragonfire Islands could melt the sand into glass, the Norman princesses of the Highlands could walk the scorching streets with their heads held high, allowing the sun to turn their skin a lustrous olive, but in this ambiguous season. Poor Highness seems to have been drained of all her strength by a spell, and she is lazy all day long, unable to lift up a little spirit, and does not want to do anything, oh. No, wait, maybe except for jumping into the sea and enjoying the alabaster bath in Plum Honey's room - of course Cremar wouldn't skimp on a bath if she wanted to, but Leona just liked to see Plum Honey's look like she had eaten fermented shark meat, but Plum couldn't refuse "him", after all, Leona's dimensional pouch from the Norman court of the Highlands, everything was enough to drive the other Priests of Flo crazy.

No matter how handsome and brilliant a little family Leona looked, she was still a woman after all, and she had a big heart, to put it simply, a little more at the top and a little less at the bottom, and Mei Mi didn't dare to let anyone else serve her - if this wasn't Flo's temple, it wouldn't have been fine, but with almost all the women here being Pastor Flo, they wouldn't let go of this opportunity even if they gave her a glass of wine. Maybe it's just that if you miss the eye, there will be a slender little hand reaching out where it shouldn't go.

Therefore, the mead, berries, mutton or crab, or nuts, clean linen towels, soft silk robes, etc., that Leona asked for were all sent in the same way as the hard-working Mei Mi, and they did not let the other priests interfere at all, of course, they could not help but complain secretly, but Mei Mi was their senior pastor after all, and had the right to expel any priest she thought was no longer favored by Flo, so in the end they could only mumble.

To hell with them, Plum knew that dealing with one Leona was enough to irritate her, and even Glenn was kicked out by her who wanted to come to her for a drink.

Leona didn't always see Anrui's sons, and even as little maids-in-waiting, they were so young that their tiny hands couldn't even hold a heavy silver cup, and some of the priests frowned at it, and they didn't understand why Memmy did this—some of the priests had to do it because there was a lord or king in their area with a special hobby. If Flo's temple is not able to provide them with priests and paladins who can cast powerful magic spells, or skilled rangers and adventurers, not to mention the gold-absorbing vortex Wojin and the indispensable Kranvo, if they are not protected by the superiors, then the thieves' guild there will calmly turn Flo's temple into their own free paradise and the best place to gather intelligence and wealth, like the one in the White Tower. But Mei Mi didn't need to, the owner of the side island was tolerant of her, and she was a half-elf mage full of asceticism and temperance. If the priests were to believe that the former would have degenerated into playing with young children, it would be better for the devil to climb ashore and sit on the throne of Flo.

These children were left in the deepest part of the temple by Mei Mi in the name of learning music and dance, and as we said earlier, Mei Mi's temple is made up of a dozen snow-white coral roundhouses, and the depths of the temple are essentially the end of the temple that juts out into the ocean. At the very end of the room was used for the altar dedicated to Flo, and a few rooms separated by a few rooms were formally vaults and separate chambers, one of which was not connected to any round house, where Memy kept all the children, and Meme, who was in charge of their diet and teaching, had to row a small boat to enter the hut, although this could not isolate every pair of eyes, nor could it form any impenetrable barrier, but at least there would be no accident of an inadvertent intrusion by a drunken guest.

The only thing that could make Memi feel at ease was that the child was very smart and healthy, and he had never been sick. He can also dress and undress himself, bathe and eat without the help of others, never cry, if there is anything he needs to only whisper to Mei Mi, and will not run around and shout like a naughty and naughty boy, attracting suspicious eyes and unknown misfortunes, he is like a small animal that is forced to leave his mother, and lives carefully with instinctive skills. And Mei Mi was surprised to find that it was only a few days. Those children are vaguely headed by him, maybe it's because he's still a boy after all?

Leona couldn't help but smile sweetly at the thought of Memi's strange expression at this point, even the rain beating on ferns and palms was no longer so annoying, she did like the child, although he did not have the blood of the Normans of the Highlands, he was very much like a Norman child. Except for his eyes and hair color, there was little resemblance to his weak and sinister father and neurotic mother, who was both strong and agile. Silent but born with a sense of majesty over everyone - Mame said he was like an old monster in the body of a child, but Leona had seen how he snuggled up to his mother.

It has been said that there is nothing that can make a person grow up faster than the separation of life or death, and Leona knows this sentence very well, and that child should feel the same way as her. But he was luckier than Leona, because his mother, Ann Rui of the White Tower and Partridge Hills, was still alive.

There was a message from the Mage Alva of Cape Fortress that she had appeared at both the Harvest Festival and the Moon Festival, and that this was the first time she had visited her territory as a ruler since she had contracted to Demun, and that she was surrounded by warlocks and mages, so they couldn't be sure if she was being held hostage or threatened, but from the outside, she was almost the same as she was before taking the dragon's blood.

Maybe it was the elves of the Silvercrown Forest who intervened, she thought, she really hoped that Anrui would be safe and sound, because the relationship between her and Baldwin's plans had changed due to the Metal Dragon's Vault, and Leona, as the heir to the throne, would certainly prefer to have an adult ruler who could hold all, at least some authority, than raise a child, even if he might become Leona's most loyal ally outside of the Normans in the Highlands, it would be more than a decade later.

She thought for a moment, and then let her mind turn to another, more light-hearted realm—in any case, it was so frustrating to play with scheming and selfishness in such a depressingly depressing, and let her wander in illusory dreams, such as the grand celebrations she had with Baldwin when they were married, and their children.

A boy, destined to wear the crown of the Norman of the Highlands, and to take up the scepter inlaid with sapphires and stones, may be the child that her father, the old king of Norman, had sought in his countless prayers and supplications, stronger and more dexterous than the son of Anrui, and full of wisdom in his mind, and all men would bow their knees in convincing at the sight of him, who was born a king, and the best of all.

"Leona?"

This sweet fantasy kept Leona from putting away the smile on her face until he walked into the room, and she looked at her lover with tenderness, and Baldwin walked over to her and turned in a direction before sitting down on the floor, not to Leona's left but to her right, so that the hand he used to hug her was not the cold, dangerous, and strange Mithril arm.

"A silver coin buys what you're thinking about right now. Berdwin said.

"It's a little little," Leona said, "but I can give you a discount," she leaned over and kissed Berdwin's beard, "our future." ”

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Glenn pulled away a priest from the hand of a priest and pushed her rudely, the priest screamed, obviously a little wounded, and she did not expect the thieves to shove her away so mercilessly, so the fall was not graceful, so to speak, it was embarrassing, and her silk robe made a heart-wrenching tear when she tried to stand up, and she hurriedly looked down to see that the silk robe had been halved in half, and crumpled horribly.

"You have to make amends to my silk robe. The loss and the shame of rejection made her forget who Gülen was, and she carried a silk robe, revealing her beautiful long legs, and shouted loudly to the laughter of the people: "This is my favorite one!"

"Get out!" said Gülen.

"Is our senior pastor so good?" another Floro priest gave the thief a sweet look defiantly, "Only she can please you? Aren't you tired of it? You have been entangled like husband and wife for months since Midsummer, aren't you? But now that she's no longer keeping your chastity, you're still rejecting us for her?"

Gülen reached out and grabbed the dagger, and since discovering that the adamantite dagger given to him by the elves would lose its physical appearance when he was killed, he had recreated an unpretentious, but absolutely solid, scabbard for his dagger, and shifted its position from his waist to under his ribs, under his coat. The second priest who spoke, unaware of the imminent death, walked over to Gülen and put her hands on his shoulders, "You can try me, my dear, I'm pretty good, maybe more pleasing than Mee-" She smeared a red patch of cochineal and grease and approached Gülen's ear, sticking out the tip of her damp tongue and touching the thief's earlobe like a viper: "Someone said you are powerful, good man, let me feel it once." Her hands went down, stroking the thief's taut arm, "Let me see how strong you are—can you make me ...... Get the maximum amount of pleasure, you know, the closest thing to death. ”

"I can assure you," Gülen said with an unpredictable expression, "it's not difficult for me. He let go of his grip on the dagger and took the priest's shoulder instead.

But before she could smile, a third hand came from behind, and Memi's angry face came out from behind her, and the senior pastor was so strong that he turned the little prostitute around, and then slapped her in the face. (To be continued.) )