A few sparse applause rang out outside the carriage. Mowglitte reluctantly helped Nicholas to his feet, and then glared at him fiercely, this guy didn't think the matter was big enough to make such a thing at the door of the Babel manor. The god of lightning is believed to be the true body of the god of law in the human world, and the figure of Tesla, the god of lightning, appears in almost everything related to magic.

"All glory to Morgaret today!" a pair of hands wearing white lace opened the curtain of the carriage, and the lord with elegant and refined makeup smiled and gently opened his red lips, "Let's welcome the hero of White Rock Town, the gray dwarf from the Western Ghats, Morgritte!"

Ula Ula, the door of the Babel Manor resounded with enthusiastic cheers, the magic released by the adventurers in the distance lit up the sky of the eternal night, and the uninvited adventurers also crowded to the gate of the manor, and did not stop until they encountered the guards of Whitestone Town. Many people were waving to the gray dwarves, and even winter nights weren't so lively.

The two powerful figures in White Rock Town, Tax Commissioner Yoda and Clerk Cruise, were nervously together, "It's not going to make trouble when so many poor ghosts gather together, why don't you send someone to disperse these guys!"

"It's okay for you to think like this, but don't do it, I promise whoever upsets Lord Lord Lords tonight, he will be miserable!" Lord Baishi Town Tax Bookkeeper gently patted his fat five-layer chin, "These adventurers have been holding back for a long time, let them relax, after three days, they will still rely on these people to work!"

"Well, you need to keep an eye on the places that sell cat urine, since the purgatory closed, the drunkards in Whitestone have been messing around, maybe we should talk to Lord Morgaret about letting him open a tavern again. Those guys didn't dare mess around in his tavern. Now the whole town of White Rock is in a miasma of smoke by those guys!"

"Come on, Lord Morkriet is not short of money now, and there is no need to do all the hard and dirty work. Look, the lord's reward will definitely not be less this time. Maybe you won't even be able to buy weapons for purgatory in the future. ”

Morwritte was affectionately held by the arms of the lord and dragged into the Tower of Babel manor. It's not the first time the Grey Dwarves have come to the Babel Manor, but tonight's Manor is very unfamiliar to Mowglitte. Ladies dressed in brightly coloured silks weave their plates through candlelight and guests, well-dressed guests smile, tables filled long tables with delicious food, and fragrant wines are everywhere, making it a feast depicted in ancient frescoes.

Salit Larson took Morgride's hand and walked inside the banquet, through the curtains, all the way to her bedroom. "Mowglitte, thank you very much!" the lord had not yet drunk, but his blushing face was even more vivid than after drinking.

"No thanks, this is what I should do!" The grey dwarf had never had the opportunity to participate in such a feast, and had already been poured a lot of wine by the guests on the way. Standing in front of the glamorous lord, Mowglitte was in a trance. The music in the hall in the distance sounded as if it was coming from the sky, so unreal.

"You saved Whitestone, you saved all of us, and most importantly, you saved me, you saved William!" Salit Larsen's blue eyes were filled with a hazy mist, she took out a piece of white animal skin, unfolded it and looked at it carefully: "Redbeard's handwriting is beautiful, tell me quickly, is he pretty?"

Of course, Mowglitte recognized the hide, it was the one where Elena wrote the agreement, and the gray dwarf had seen her write it. "Yes, it's beautiful, a very nice mask that goes well with the red beard underneath!"

"Oh, dear Morgridt, my hero, you deserve your reward!" said Salit Larsson playfully rolling up the white hide, then putting it away, tiptoe and twisting her soft waist, and slowly went into the bedroom. Leaving a dry-mouthed and distraught Mowglitte standing alone in the doorway.

"Hello Mogg!" a voice behind the grey dwarf rang out, "It's a nice day, isn't it?"

"Hello, William. Today's weather is very good, it's a good day for a trip and horseback riding!" the gray dwarf turned his head and looked at his godson, he shouldn't be the one who was left out in the cold at this feast, but looking at his lonely expression, he shouldn't have been in a very happy mood lately. The fluffy long red bangs cover the big eyes. The blue eyes are as pretty as his mother's. The slightly pale face due to the lack of sunlight, coupled with the slender body, has an indescribable pity.

Only then did Morwriet remember that she, as William's godfather, never seemed to have fulfilled her responsibilities as a godfather. In Whitestone, William didn't have a friend of the same age, and Mowglitte hadn't seen him frolicking in the manor, as if he had seen him practicing swordsmanship the most. The Grey Dwarf recalls his days in the Western High Mountains, when William was his age, wandering in the countryside and fields all day long. Fields and ditches are paradise.

"Mogg, can we win against those undead skeletons?" asked William, a little worried.

"Of course, we will win this time, Redbeard in the wilderness has made an alliance with us, and many adventurers will participate in this battle. We are not alone, but we have many allies!" The Grey Dwarf stood opposite William, talking like two equal people, "We have two fortresses outside of Whitestone, and we only need to push forward a certain distance to suppress those skeleton shelves in the Valley of the Dead!"

"We're on the side of justice, aren't we?" asked William.

"Of course, we are righteous, those undead skeletons are the embodiment of evil, and the final victory must be ours!" the lord of White Rock appeared at the door, holding an unpretentious wooden box.

"William, in three days, you must set off with the group, the entrance trial for the Iglos Academy has begun, if you can't get to Iglos before the family swallow returns to the nest, then you will be disqualified!" Salit Larsson said solemnly to William.

"Can't you use a teleportation array?" asked Morgridt.

Salit Larsson shook his head, "Igloth's entrance trial does not allow the use of teleportation circles, and once discovered, you will be disqualified from admission!"