Isis has been busy with state affairs for the past two days, so he is naturally a little tired.

He understands too.

Only then did they take a nap with each other.

Lorraine took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

When I looked up, I saw a tray on the table in the outer room.

Several glasses of fruit juice of different colors.

There's also a cup of prepared cereal, and a good-looking loaf of bread.

There was bread, Lorraine was a little surprised.

And the rim of the transparent glass is still steaming.

It is estimated that it has just been rushed.

I just woke up, and I was indeed a little thirsty.

Lorraine walked over to her feet and picked up the cup of cereal.

After taking a sip, I found that this cup of cereal was not as tasteless as I imagined.

It seems to have put sugar.

Sweet.

Didn't you say sugar-free?

Lorraine wondered.

He threw his head back and took another sip.

Tastes good.

Halfway through it, I picked up another glass of juice that looked yellow to green.

I sniffed at the tip of my nose, and a sour smell came to my nose.

Lorraine looked down.

I didn't see anything famous.

He raised his head and took a sip.

In the next second, I almost threw up.

He frowned.

The sour and bitter taste in his mouth is simply challenging his taste buds.

Took a sip and didn't drink again.

Picked up the loaf of bread next to it, put it in his mouth, opened the door and walked out.

He walked slowly out of the castle.

The sun had become soft at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Not far away, the high and low spires are reflected by the sunlight, reflecting a pale yellow light.

The faint scent of plants and trees floats in the air.

Lorraine walked towards the highest castle.

Isis has too many secrets.

Although the favorability has been brushed to thirty.

However, Lorraine had a hunch that if she didn't untie the knot in Is's heart.

It's hard to get this favorability full.

The sun is setting.

The castle in the evening is slightly mysterious.

The milky white wall looks a little dull in the slightly dark sky.

The closer you get to the tallest castle, the quieter it becomes.

Cool breeze.

It's a little chilly.

Lorraine looked up.

Stone steps with a height of four or five meters.

It extends from the ground level to a wide corridor.

The overall color of this castle is mainly dark.

There was no one guarding the door, which surprised Lorraine.

He walked up.

As he walked up, the structure of the hall slowly revealed its outline.

Compared to other castles he had seen, this one was noticeably more somber and simple.

But the overall structure is about the same.

There was no carpet on the floor, only a gray looking floor.

But the gray wall is inlaid with huge glazed wall lamps.

Illuminate the wide hall.

It was empty.

Suddenly, something cold landed on his shoulder.

Before Lorraine could turn around, a voice came from behind him, "Isn't this the princess of the Moon Country, the princess of my Sun Country?" ”

The tone is a bit frivolous.

The sound is unfamiliar.

Lorraine turned.

Sure enough, it was the face of a strange young man.

And against his shoulder was a saber.

Glistening with an icy glow.

Lorraine narrowed her eyes and didn't speak.

The man chuckled and put his sword back, looking Lorraine up and down with his gaze.

It's the kind of look that makes people extremely uncomfortable.

This man's name is Serre, and he is Lilia's cousin.

On the day he first came, the original owner had seen him.

"I heard that my sister wants to see you, so I'll have a meal with you." Seret smiled angrily, "Why don't you just do it now, I'll be with me, after all, your face is very much to my liking." ”

"Can you get away?" Lorraine was expressionless.

Seret's face suddenly changed, "You don't want to toast, don't eat, eat and drink!" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't drink."

Seeing Lorraine turn to leave, Serre reached out and grabbed Lorraine's arm.

Lorraine paused, struggled, but didn't break away.

It's no wonder that the original owner is emaciated.

And this person, obviously, has practiced martial arts.

A pair of beautiful hands suddenly reached out from the side.

Held on Serre's wrist.

Then, break it out.

Tricky angles.

The strength of the slow and logical made Seret let out a pig-killing cry on the spot.