The city of Niccaton.

The short-touch wand suddenly woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he did when he woke up was groped for his body so that he didn't miss an arm or a leg or something.

Luckily, his limbs are still there, and there are no wounds on his body, just because he sweated profusely from yesterday's nightmare.

"It's crazy." The short-touch wand covered his forehead, the details of yesterday's nightmare were still clearly visible, and the hair of those monsters could be remembered clearly.

But there are a lot of interesting parts of that nightmare, such as the fact that he can summon his Rift character into reality.

The short-touch wand glanced at the blue sky outside, and the time should be around nine in the morning.

The wound on his body has recovered well in half a month, and now he can run at least a short distance without worrying about the symptoms of the wound tearing.

He put on his apprentice's robe from Nolan and pushed open the door to his room to ask where he could have breakfast.

But the first time I pushed the door open, I felt something was wrong with a short touch of the wand.

The servants in this manor are gone!

Short-touch wand walked quickly down the hallway to the hall, and he remembered that when he came to the hall yesterday, he could still see a lot of maids cleaning the hall, and the guards wandering around the hallway.

But today all the guards and maids are gone, and there is not a single person in the entire manor!

Cold sweat ran down his forehead with a short wand, and he suddenly remembered the massacre of those monsters last night, and almost no one else in the entire manor would survive except for those who had the characters of the rift in the world.

Could it be that you didn't dream yesterday?

The horrible thought came to his mind at the touch of the wand, but he soon heard a commotion coming from the window.

The short-touch wand came to the window on the second floor, and saw more than a dozen long tables gathered in the garden below, and the attendants of the manor were sitting on the edge of the long tables.

It turns out that they are all holding banquets outside!

The short-touch wand exhaled, and he knew that yesterday's nightmare was just a dream.

Just as he was about to walk downstairs with a short touch of his wand, an old butler suddenly walked into the hall and walked briskly in front of him.

"Dear Lord Carrillo." The old butler gave a gentle bow to the short-touch wand.

"Respect? My lord? ”

Short-touch wand took a step back at his description, and looked at the old butler in disbelief.

He is still very clear about his positioning, that is, Miss Hamina's little follower, and he can eat in this manor completely for the sake of Hermina's face.

If he really wanted to talk about status, he might be one level lower than this butler, at most a guard who knew some spells.

But now the butler is not used to short-touch wands with honorific titles.

"You... Just call me by my real name. The Short-Touch Wand said with some uncertainty.

"How can this be, you are the guest of honor of our Nicaton City, and the master has instructed you to treat you well." The housekeeper said.

VIP?

The short-touch wand suddenly remembered that at dinner yesterday, when Count Niccadon asked about his identity, his attitude was exactly 'it was a boy from the country', which was not contemptible, but it was not to the level of a distinguished guest.

He didn't think that Hemina's status could be regarded by this count-level nobleman... VIP.

"Count Nickaten has been waiting for you in the garden for a long time." The housekeeper made a gesture of please.

"Wait for me for a long time?"

The more he thought about it, the more strange it became, but there was no way that this was someone else's territory, so he could only follow the butler out of the hall and into the garden where a banquet was being held.

But when he came to the garden, he realized that something was not right, and the tables and chairs of the banquet were surrounded by the attendants of the manor, and there was no food or wine on the table, but the interface of the magic net.

This scene reminds the Shorttouch Wand of the atmosphere in the Hearthstone Tavern, but the Hearthstone Tavern is much more lively than it is here!

Eventually, the short-touch wand, led by the butler, found Count Niccaton, who was sitting at the end of the garden.

Seeing this count again, the mood of the short touch of the wand is still quite complicated, after all, in last night's dream... He saw with his own eyes the count's head fly into the sky.

"Carrillo... No, you should be called a master of the short-touch wand, you're finally awake! Earl Nickardon greeted him warmly when he saw the short-touch wand.

Guru? What kind of strange name is this, and why is it called the name in the magic net directly?

The short-touch wand was so warmly and ceremoniously entertained that it would be very vigilant for a while, as if there were hundreds of slimes in his heart.

If it weren't for the warm reception of this great nobleman yesterday, the short-touch wand would have thought that he had encountered some new type of fraud.

He looked left and right for a moment to find Hemina, who was sitting on the other side of the long table, noticing the short-touch wand and whispering something.

But the short-touch wand didn't hear her clearly......

"Count Niccaton, is there anything wrong with you?"

The short-touch wand began to wonder if he had anything of value on him, or as if he didn't move what was written in the library, he actually came from some hidden aristocratic family, but he just didn't know?

"You should remember last night's battle, right?" Earl Niccaton's words instantly stunned the short-touch wand.

Isn't it a nightmare? And what to remember... Did your head fly close to ten meters high? The curvature that landed on the ground is also quite beautiful.

"Yes." The short-touch wand nodded, and he didn't dare to say these things to the earl.

"That's good." Earl Niccaton breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Last night's dream was really a disaster, and when I woke up, few people remembered it, and finally investigated and found that only those who hold the leaves of the World Tree retain their memories. ”

Actually, it's better to forget this kind of memory when the head is cut off, right?

The short-touch wand tightly pursed his mouth, the most important thing to survive in front of the noble lord is... Don't talk nonsense.

"Master of the Short Touch Wand, you behaved in your dream yesterday like the God of Light descended to earth." Earl Niccaton did not skimp on his words of praise.

"What, I'm playing Holy Priest, if I cut the talent of the Shadow Priest, those spiders alone are probably not enough to fight."

At this point, the short-touch wand realized... In the end, he ended up talking too much, in fact, although he was a healing role in the team dungeon, he had been secretly collecting Shadow Priest equipment.

When Earl Niccaton mentioned this, he couldn't help but speak out about his ambitions in the rift in the world.

"Shadow, sacred... Today I spent the morning researching the warrior class of this game, the priest hasn't studied much yet, this game is more complicated than I thought. At this point, Count Niccadon looked at the Shorttouch Wand again and said, "I've said so much, I just want to ask you one thing... Would you like to settle in the city? ”