The main plane, the Holy Landor Empire, the royal capital.

The twelfth day of Other's departure from Azeroth.

Mikael arranged the three's residence, and arranged it through a series of backdoor means, and obtained a lot of privileges.

Elves can be said to be very rare in Saint Landuo, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mikael informed the Holy Landuo Empire a little.

A little informed.

For this knight of light who returned safely from Rodney, the Holy Landor Empire sent timely comfort, and was so obedient to Mikael's request that he almost didn't find him a suitable spouse.

The head of the Knights of Light enjoys rights that are no less than those of ordinary dukes, and they deserve such rights when they pay for this world and fight for the main plane. On the contrary, it is those nobles who rely on blood, who do nothing all day long, and enjoy the best parts of the empire.

Of course, these nobles are only a few, otherwise Saint Landuo would not be able to compete against the southern world with just relying on the Holy Light Knight.

The three of Oser were settled in the aristocratic district of the royal capital of St. Lando, where the privacy measures were perfectly done, and there was no need to worry about some elven haters coming up to cause trouble.

And Mikael also made Other and Milac wear a black robe embroidered with golden flowers on the back, the meaning of which represents the court mage of St. Lando.

The king continued to lie motionless on the bed, while Ragnaros Jr. and Clint the Minions were performing concerts on him.

After arranging everything, Mikael went out to look for the help of the Holy See of St. Lando.

He wanted Othur's spirit to return to normal, and he wanted the king to change back to his original form.

This is only the idea of a knight of the Light, not a guide of the Light.

When Mikael left, Mirac immediately stood up, spun around in front of the mirror, and looked at his clothes with satisfaction, and a soft light appeared around him, following him.

"Elf, what's your name?" Mirak seemed to be in a much better mood because of the comfortable robes.

Orser didn't answer, he slowly stood up and walked outside the room.

Milak shrugged his shoulders and disapproving Orsher's cold attitude, and he followed Orser out, but at the crossroads, he chose a completely different path from Orsher.

Milak hoped that a dragon would come and attack the town.

Orser just walked aimlessly, waiting for Malfurion's message. He had already felt the call of his brother in Azeroth, the fortress of space was about to be broken, and perhaps Mikael was not needed for him to be able to return to Azeroth in these two days. Come out and see it, just relax yourself.

The kings were prosperous, making Other think he was in Stormwind for a while.

Auction houses, post offices, restaurants, pubs...... There is even an orphanage.

Osser involuntarily approached the orphanage.

The décor is good, with white marble walls and floors reflecting the appearance of Osser, and elegant and ornate furnishings that are comfortable. It's so much better than the orphanage in Stormwind.

"Hello, gentleman, what do you need?" asked the middle-aged woman in a bartender suit cautiously.

Otser's face was covered by a hood, and only purple skin and lips could be faintly seen, which frightened the middle-aged woman, whose hands were already on the alarm button.

Osser waved his hand and turned his gaze to the children who were playing.

"Are you going to adopt a child?" the middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief, "You have to show your ......"

The middle-aged woman saw the golden flowers carved behind Osser.

"I'm sorry, court mage, please take your time, if you have a favorite child, just let me know. The middle-aged woman nodded, and Osher waved her hand away to send the middle-aged woman away.

The children who were playing looked no older than fifteen, and the youngest was only four years old. When they saw Orser approaching, the older children puffed up their chests and wanted to show Orser their good side.

These older children are almost all about to lose their eligibility to be adopted, and those who come to adopt will basically choose four or five-year-old children, which is the most convenient for such children to cultivate feelings, while older children already have their own thoughts, and it is inevitable that there will be some bumps and bumps in getting along.

Osser sat down lightly on the couch beside him, waved his hand, and motioned for the children to continue their entertainment and leave him alone.

The older children seemed a little reserved, no longer playing as openly as before, and their little eyes glanced at Osher from time to time, and became a little disappointed when they realized that Osser was not paying attention to him.

"Brother, can you do magic?" asked the four-year-old girl in a milky voice, already hugging Othur's thigh, star-like eyes looking straight at Osser, her eyes full of anticipation.

A small piece of white ice appeared in Other's palm, and to the astonishment of the children around him, Other crushed the red crystal and sprinkled its contents on the ice.

The ice immediately became as white as cream, emitting white vapor in the air, and the alluring color made the children swallow involuntarily.

Fingertips gently outlined, cut the ice piece by piece, and distributed it to each child's hand.

"Ice cream, eat it. Orser said softly.

The little girl holding Orser's thigh had already let go of her hand, and couldn't wait to stretch out her pink little tongue and lick the ice cream, the mellow and sweet taste jumped on her taste buds, she took a deep breath of satisfaction, and bit down on a piece of ice.

“？？？”

Othur looked blankly at the other big kid who tried to bite down on the ice but broke his teeth, and then at the little girl who was munching on the ice, a little overwhelmed.

The little girl immediately finished her ice cream and looked at Other with blazing eyes.

She clearly meant that she wanted more.

A piece of ice appeared in Osser's hand again, and he touched the red crystal on his waist, only to find that there was no more spice.

He withdrew the ice and shook his head.

The little girl looked a little disappointed, pouted, sat down on the ground, and looked at Osher with tears in her eyes.

But soon, she got back to her feet, patted her buttocks, smiled foolishly, narrowed her eyes into a slit, and stumbled behind Orsher.

"Xin...... Drey...... Pull ......," the little girl said slurred, hugging a thigh covered by silver-white armor.

The heroic blonde knight softly comforted the little girl, and looked at Osser who was sitting on the sofa, a little puzzled.