Diary of Svertana Wolff, High Priest of the Spider Cult:

My little nephew Slava should have managed his territory well, the road was small and bumpy. Look what has become of the Zammir Territory, except for the goblins along the way, they are centaurs... In short, those who fly in the sky, climb on the ground, and walk on the road, are full of orcs, orcs, orcs! God, I've had enough. I'm not saying that there is any prejudice against these slaves who were originally created by mages, but can you imagine that? Those harpies, they defecate everywhere, oh... No, it should be said that I defecated and defecated in the sky, and my carriage was simply a shower in the rain of feces.

It was smoky and bumpy, and I was about to sick to my stomach, but luckily my stomach was no longer usable, which was a blessing in disguise. I really don't know how my dead brother Pavel raised his children, after so many years, the Zamir Territory is not as good as when I handed it over to Slava, and he is better with the orcs, hey... If I were to say that it would be a great mercy to allow orcs to hunt in the woods of their territory, Slava should call them brothers.

And this stupid coachman, who is not very old but can't do without wine, and can only burp drunk, has a hoarse and rude voice, and still talks incessantly, which gives me a headache. I can't imagine that this is the only stupid thing in Timberfortress willing to take this route. And Slava's wizard staff named Michael, who can only play a little tricks, and is not as reliable as old Jorgen. Little Michael was gluttonous, lazy, and crumbling, and Slava somehow trusted the flamboyant little bastard.

Thankfully, in a little while I'll be able to see my adorable niece, little Anastasia is just as good when she laughs as she was when I was younger...

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It rarely snows in the town of Neverwinter. At least not a single snowflake has fallen in the past seven or eight years. Lena Donavan stomped her feet angrily as she watched her husband play in the snow with the children.

"It's not the same as saying yes!" She shouted at the 'big kids' in the pile. Lena just wanted the children who had never seen snow before, and she had no intention of letting the children rejoice in the snow. "Michael!" Lena reproaches her husband in a serious manner. "What to do if the children are frostbitten! Give me back right away! ”

"Oh, good lady! The kids are healthy, and voila! How happy they are. Michael disagreed with his wife. Seeing this, Lena closed the door with a "snap" and went back to the house. Michael had no choice but to gather the children and let them go back to the house as well: "Josh, Aegie, okay, mom is angry, take little Lena back to the house and go and coax mom." "Dad, Lena still wants to see the snow" Little Lena Donavan tugged at her sister's skirt and shook her head while saying she didn't want to listen to her father.

Michael had no choice but to pick up Lena, and gently coaxed while shaking slowly: "Is Lena a good child?" Would you like to go back to the house with your brother and sister? Lena pursed her lips, first nodding and then shaking her head, Lena said that although she was a good child, she didn't want to do what her father said. Michael was a little embarrassed and cast a pleading look at Agilyl, who had never been good at coaxing children, but Agilyl was a gentle, hurtful sister. Agilille was still angry that her father had promised to accompany her on a fishing trip a few days ago, but she had fallen asleep by the river, so she avoided her father's gaze and turned her face away, pretending not to see it.

Michael sighed lazily, so he had to put down little Lena and said, "Children, go back to the house, so that Dad can give each of you a gift, okay?" Agilille snorted dissatisfiedly, saying that her father had a criminal record, and she didn't believe it. Joshua nodded his head like a chicken eating rice, and said yes. Lena was too young to know what a 'gift' was in her little head, but she instinctively thought it was a good thing, so she didn't say anything, and said yes.

Seeing that the children agreed to their terms, Michael nodded with satisfaction and said to his son a little proudly, "Josh, look at it." I saw that his left hand was stretched forward flat, palm up, and his right hand was placed two inches above his left hand, as if holding a ball: "Eilanywa Elavaceka, da, nilyai, rafe nywelia." During the chanting, four clusters of water swirled from the snow to Michael's palm, forming four swaying balls of water, which slowly stopped as the water swirled, and with a 'clatter', the water condensed into ice, hovered in the air for a short while, shattered, and slid down on the snow.

Michael shook the four small Xiaoice balls in his hand, and his right hand waved easily, like a breeze, and a burst of light that was not dazzling scattered from the small ball, as if fading the ordinary folds, round and smooth, and there was a crystal clear snowflake shining in the reflection of snow light in each small ball. Joshua immediately picked one up and looked at the sky: "Wow! Daddy's magic is amazing! Wow! Joshua danced like a baby and immediately showed off to his sister and sister. However, this did not seem to reflect his happiness, and Joshua ran towards the house, shouting as he ran, "I'm going to show my mother!" ”

Agilyl didn't move, she felt that she was a big girl, and she had to be a little reserved, but she couldn't help but look at her father's palm. Michael didn't rush, just smiled and looked at his son and two daughters who ran into the house. After a struggle of thoughts, Agillill picked up her sister, picked up a small ball from her father's palm, stuffed it into her sister's arms, and turned to leave. However, before she could take half a step, she hurried back, grabbed a small ball and put it in the pocket of her jacket and went into the house, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Looking at the backs of the children, the corners of Michael's mouth rose slightly, and then he put away the remaining balls and went into the house. There are only four happy footprints left on the snow...

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Night.

"Honey, for you." Michael put one hand around his wife's waist from behind, and dragged the ball with the palm of the other hand to his wife's eyes. Lena is still a little angry, but she has actually forgiven her husband in her heart, but she doesn't want to be frivolous, so she doesn't even look at Xiaoqiu, pouts, and doesn't speak.

Michael saw that this trick didn't work, and he didn't lose heart. The left hand loosened his wife's waist, and with a flip of his palm, a silver headband appeared out of nowhere. The headband is very elegant, without a sense of luxury, it is a beautiful streamlined shape, with a wave-shaped pattern on it, but there is a slot in the middle part. Michael gently brought the ball close to the slot, and with a 'click', the ball jumped into the small hole and became one with the headband. "Lena~~, can I put it on for you? Don't be angry, smile, you smile like an angel. Michael began to talk sweetly.

Lena also knew her husband's virtues, and besides, she couldn't help it the moment she saw the headband. Lena snatched the headband and put it on herself, then walked over to the mirror and twisted and looked. Michael hurriedly said good words: "God, dear, it really suits you, doesn't it?" Look, in the mirror is the most beautiful woman in the world, don't you say? Lena was a little embarrassed, and seemed to be fierce but actually gently patted her husband's chest: "Go!" will use clever words to make others happy. ”

Michael hurriedly took his wife in his arms and gently stroked his wife's long hair. Lena took off her headband and played with it in her husband's arms...