Salit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Larson took out a red thumb-sized stone from her bosom and placed it in her palm, and then she sank her mental power into the red stone. The stone hummed and then shot out a red mist, which churned and combined into an aging male elf, "This is the elven Night Cultivator from East, legend has it that he entered the southern swamp to find a way to break through to the god craftsman, and it is estimated that it will not appear for fifty years." You're disguised as him, aren't you?"

Obviously, the lord of White Rock Town has been prepared for a long time, and the person she took out has a very high status among the blacksmiths, and it is an existence that Mowglitte needs to look up to, you must know that not all blacksmiths in Seltiana are gray dwarves, and there are also some extremely talented characters among the elves and goblins who will eventually become legendary blacksmiths, and the divine craftsmen are almost monopolized by the elves of East. However, it has been 500 years since there has been a Craftsman in Celtiana, and the aging elf that Madame Salit shows in front of Mowglitte is considered the most likely candidate to enter the Craftsman.

"Well, that's not good. "The gray dwarf in the mirror fell into a state of stupor.

"You can rest assured, the news from His Majesty the Pope's crown is accurate, Lord Night Cultivator is now practicing in the Great Swamp in the south, and his apprentice, the legendary blacksmith Paladin, said that the Lord has touched the zenith of the Divine Craftsman, and he will soon be able to break through. "Salit. Two patches of rainbow flew across Larson's face.

"Okay. After Morkriet chose the night repair, he quickly chose a human boy and an ordinary gray dwarf face.

"I want to ask you a question?" asked Morgridt.

"Say it, but I have the right not to answer. "Salit. Larson smiled mysteriously.

"What are your other two identities?" the gray dwarf shrugged.

Salit. As if he hadn't heard, Larson opened the door to his room and went straight out into the hallway.

The Lord's Mansion in White Rock Town is magnificent, far from being comparable to the boorish places of the Purgatory Tavern. The arm-thick beeswax on the pure gold candlestick illuminated the hall as if it were daytime, and the long table was filled with people attending the Winter Dinner, in addition to the clerks in the territory of White Rock Town, the tax collectors, and guests from the Frostless City to the south, tall knights, pale mages, and blacksmiths with crimson chests. Morwritte was destined not to attract anyone's attention tonight, he sat next to William, the young son of a country aristocrat who was going to school with William, a freckled human boy who had no inheritance and was destined to run on his own.

Tonight's focus is on Angela, the elf who has been embellished with artifacts, and when Lady Salit, the lord of Whitestone, introduces the elves to her guests, she says that this is the princess from the elves of the Misty Forest, who is temporarily living in Whitestone.

The cultivation of the aristocracy is different, the gossip is all whispered, and the anger of the Mowglitte made of Mithril on Angela's body can't hide the eyes of experts at all.

"It's all made of Mithril, the blacksmith god Paladin is here, and my eyes don't have flowers. The blacksmith, with his crimson chest, said to the pale mage next to him.

"Yes, that's right, it must be Mithril, can make Mithril into such a perfect garment to wear on the body in addition to the cluster of elves, is it difficult for other races to appear, but in the history of elves, I have never heard of such a Mithril made of clothes. It looked like the woman was a fairy woman. The pale-faced magicians were all focused on the artifact on Angela's body, and if they knew that this dress had five skill auras, they would probably go crazy.

Mrs. Salit smiled at the buzzing crowd in the hall, leaned over to Angela's side and said, "You see, those greedy eyes in the crowd, if you show up on the streets of Whitestone tonight, I guarantee you will be killed immediately." ”

Angela's face was pale, she was no longer a novice who didn't know anything, she had a rare treasure but no ability to protect it, she just put herself in a situation from which she could never recover. Originally, I came to the lord's mansion to participate in the winter dinner with the intention of showing off, but I put myself in a dilemma.

At this time, Angela secretly made up her mind, she must have her own ability, be able to protect this artifact on her body, and have this artifact, I have to say that women's minds are strong, as long as they are determined to do something, weak women can also exert amazing strength.

"If you don't want to lose this dress, you can only stay in the Lord's Palace, you are a slave girl of Morgritte, I will definitely take good care of you. Mrs. Salit said.

"No, I've decided, I'm going to be an adventurer, I'm going to have my own power. Since this artifact was given to me by Morgritte, there must be a way for him to hide the brilliance of this artifact and make it less dazzling. Angela the fairy said firmly.

An artifact changes the fate of a woman, but also the fate of a race. The Winter Dinner at Lady Salit's Mansion in White Rock is destined to go down in history, and in the legend of the elves, Queen Angela drew her faith from the legendary lord Lady Salit, and this belief has been with her throughout her life, and has influenced the fate of the elves since then, and since then countless brave and beautiful women have appeared in the elf clan, strong and beautiful.

"Madam, as a woman, the lord of White Rock Town, you raised William alone, and in a remote and desolate place like White Rock Town, how much suffering and tears you have suffered during this period, needless to say, and I, I can't even protect a piece of my own beloved clothes, I think I am really too bad. ”

The hands of the two women under the long table were tightly clasped together, and sometimes it was just a sentence, and the two of them could be confidants. One is the lord of White Rock and has a huge fortune, and the other is a slave girl of the gray dwarves, and she doesn't know where she will be sold tomorrow. But at this moment, at this legendary winter dinner, two beautiful women formed a lifelong alliance that lasted for the entire era of the magical revival, influencing countless elves in the Misty Valley, and lasting for hundreds of years.

It is said that it is impossible for a beautiful woman to be friends, and usually the red flowers are set off by green leaves, but the friendship between the legendary lord and the fairy queen of the misty forest is so unbreakable that even the gray dwarf Morgaret finds it incredible.