Avengers Mecca:

Dear Vayalon, my love. As you might expect, the Elephant Summoner Brand and the Cultivator Yanqiu are out of our control. I admit my miscalculation, I underestimated these two women too much. I've searched all of Sandre's and Whale Territory, and still haven't found any trace of them. I suspect that these two men have fled to the United States of Sandor. I will continue to send men to follow their trail. To do this, I'm going to have to use some of the forces I've planted within the Thieves' Guild - we're understaffed. I don't think the precious life of the dark elves can be lost too much. Today, our population is stretched compared to 200 years ago. Without the loss of forests, the birth rate of our newborns is declining rapidly. Last year we even had two new children. I'm so anxious and I don't know what to do now. I just want to lean on your shoulder for a moment now.

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Avengers Mecca:

Dear Melvin, my eternal love. Don't be so grieved. The part you were injured by Fahda's lover of the lamp, Hasfa, has not fully recovered, and for your health and for the sake of our future children, I swear that I will accompany you until our child is born after completing this mission.

Also, to tell you an exciting piece of good news. I've stolen one of the Boros Legion's treasures, the Scorching Core. With this treasure, we can also get the nourishment of the sun underground. Perhaps, the wise men of the clan will work out a way to use this thing to cultivate the underground forest. The stakes are high, and I've personally escorted the Scorching Core back to the Shadow Realm and intend to hand it over to Mester personally.

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Big Brother Gilhardt and Big Brother Gustav left some money and went back. Originally, they planned to stay here for a few more days, but I persuaded them to go back.

After the heavy losses of the last war, until the day we set out for Falkenridge, there was still a large ruin of the ruins in the territory. Winterfall is still the same as it was, it's completely ruined, and I don't know when it will be rebuilt; The same goes for logging forts. Actually, I'm quite worried about the mental state of Big Brother Geville, who reluctantly blew up the logging fortress in order to resist the Tangnis invaders. Timber-Logging Fort is like a second home for Big Brother Geville. Perhaps, only the three of us can understand the pain of Big Brother Geville - floating and homeless.

Rather than having Big Brother Gilhardt and Big Brother Gustav stay with us here, let the two of them hurry back. I think Uncle Slava and Big Anthony need their strength and wisdom more than a few of us.

As Uncle Slava's godson, I was allowed by the Holy Falcon Empire royalty to use Uncle Slava's mansion in Falkenridge. The house is not too big, but it is functional, not far from the main road of the whole of Falkenridge, about 5 minutes by horse-drawn carriage, and even on foot, 15 minutes on the main road of Falkenridge.

I was disappointed that although there was a small garden, there was no gardener who could take care of them. There were only two servants in the entire mansion, one was the head maid who was in charge of cleaning, and the other was a lame butler. There was a well-maintained carriage parked in the stables of the mansion, but what good was that? Although it was tattooed with articles of the glorious Wolf, firstly I did not have a coachman, and secondly, I did not even have a horse to pull the carriage.

Of course, the money I have left is not enough for me to buy two horses, much less to pay the salaries of my many servants. Besides, I didn't like these two very much, and I felt that the lame butler was gloomy, and the old head maid had a shrewd face.

It was so bad that I sent them both back. The clerk, Master de Grefa, offered to reassign them to work elsewhere.

Although I am able to take care of everything in the house myself, I need to devote more time – which is not conducive to making the most of the limited time I have to devote to my studies.

Even so, I was resolute. In fact, personality is secondary, mainly because these two people are not my people. Maybe they do have a high level of business, but I would like to use Zammir's own people more than technical level, and loyalty is more important.

Therefore, I was annoyed that I had not thought of bringing a few servants to Falkenridge in advance, so I could only write a letter to Sister Anna. I don't think it's necessary to bother Big Anthony and Uncle Slava for such a small thing, the men have the men's things to do, and the women's things should not be bothered by the men when they are working hard if they can solve their own problems.

In the letter I hope that Sister Anna will send me a reliable head maid or housekeeper, and I will not be able to make ends meet. Of course, Sister Anna would have brought me some cloth and thread, and I was not rich enough to always go to the tailor's shop to make clothes, which usually didn't fit my figure. Anyway, at this time I am still grateful to Ms. Stella, at least she taught me the craft of sewing my own clothes.

I didn't intend to rely on the territory to pay for my needs, so I was recommended by Master Greyfa to find a job as a scribe at the Brook Block Book Store. The job was paid according to the number of bibliographies copied, so it would not affect me to study with the scholars and gentlemen. Copying wasn't too difficult for me, and I did a simple calculation that I would only need to copy for two hours a day to maintain my normal living expenses in Falkenridge.

But that's just the first step. I was still going to join the ladies salons in Falkenridge, and I knew how helpless it was for a woman to live on her own in such a place. I have to rely on my strengths to break into a circle and run my own network, which I believe will play a decisive role in avenging my mom and dad in the future.

I've cleaned up the backyard, bedroom, and study of the house. As for the kitchen, I decided to make do with it first, after all, I wasn't as good at cooking as Lena. Well, it doesn't matter — at least not to me for now.

I planted a dragon fire tree after clearing the backyard of those weird falkenridge plants. I'm hoping that it will grow up quickly so that I can eat the dragon fire tree fruit soon. Of course, I didn't forget those onions either. Unfortunately, I didn't know in detail how onions are grown, and my mother used to demonstrate them, but I didn't look closely. I decided that I had the opportunity to borrow books from Simic's Hall of Scholars, and the food in Falkenridge was a disaster for me.