A sudden and arduous negotiation consumed almost all the energy of the two women. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After drinking the milk tea that Mowglitte had treated, Salit Larson got up to say goodbye, and she didn't say a word about coming to Mowglitte. Angela rested for a while and then began to lie on the couch and take a nap. Morwritte took out a light blanket from the spatial ring and put it over the elf's body. In fact, Angela, who was wearing Morgride's rage, never had to worry about getting frozen. The artifact has an extraordinary wearing experience, including the ability to self-adjust body temperature. However, wearing a blanket on the body is mostly a psychological comfort.

The gray dwarf came out of the cubicle and carefully closed the door. Suddenly, Mowglitte found that she had nowhere to go, and it was about two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still more than four hours before dinner. It's not the right time to go back to Bergner Manor.

"Why don't you go for a stroll around the Enchanted Forest?" the gray dwarf muttered to himself, returning to his room in purgatory and examining his body, a flash of light and the gray dwarf vanished.

In the distance, the white trunks of trees pointed straight to the stars in the sky, and they were the two iconic Novatello trees. Thumb-sized golden ants move in and out between the hollows of the tree trunks. This is the first level of the Enchanted Forest, and if it weren't for being caught by the Demon Dragon Grass, Morgarit would not have been able to cross that obstacle.

The gray dwarf appeared only three or five meters away from the cherry tree, and the flowers on the dwarf shrub had withered, and the green fruit was about the size of a thumb. Mowglitte looked at the cherry tree that had been gnawed away with some depression, and the gray dwarf looked around, the moose that had followed the gray dwarf into the enchanted forest last time did not know where to go. Mowglitte felt that perhaps it was a wrong decision to keep it.

The cherry tree is no longer overgrown with weeds in the past, as if it has been sorted out by an old gardener, this gardener seems to be a little old, maybe the old eyes are dizzy, and he can't see clearly, so although you know that he is working, don't think how serious he is, there are many such people in the famous gray dwarf house in the Western Ghats. When Morgridle was young, there was an old grandfather in the family whose teeth were about to fall out, and that was an old gardener who had been at home for I don't know how many years, and I heard that when my grandfather's grandfather was young, the old gardener was like this, and now after so many years, he is still the same, he walks tremblingly, and his teeth leak when he speaks, and only when the sun is out, he moves a stool and carries his rusty scissors to the garden to bask in the sun. So the little garden of the old house is Mowglitte's favorite place to go, and the messy weeds and the wild bushes that grow here and there always surprise the young gray dwarf. For perhaps when you open a small bush you will find a nest of grey magpies, with a nest of chirping birds with open yellow beaks.

Baa...... A strange cry pulled the gray dwarf's thoughts back from the distant Western Ghats. "Don't make a fuss!" Morgaret felt his ears surrounded by something wet and soft, which squirmed from time to time, making Morgaret burst out laughing.

Blea, another loud scream, and a strong body slowly rubbed against the gray dwarf. Only then did Mowglitte realize that there was a snow-white animal beside her. Its body was tall, vaguely like the previous moose, but it was not as bloated as before, its whole body was slimmed, and the gray fur on its body was gone, and it had turned into a dazzling white silver fur. The antlers on their heads did not change in color, but they became even larger, as if the natural crown was piercing straight into the sky.

"Long time no see, old man!" said Mowglitte, stroking the satin body of a moose. The grey dwarf and the moose had developed a deep bond in the wilderness, and although it was not for long, they both felt the dependence in each other's eyes. "I shouldn't have left you here, old man, but you can't blame me, I wanted to take you away, but you don't know where to go. The gray dwarf walked around the moose, and was sure that the moose had changed a lot during this time in the Enchanted Forest, at least the gray dwarf had never seen a moose so majestic. This frost-free city has never seen such a beautiful moose.

"Let's go, old man, let's go out for a walk. "Morkriet decided to take this moose out of the Enchanted Forest. Theoretically, the mental power required to take a living creature for spatial transfer is very terrifying, but Morgaret has confirmed that he can bring the moose into the enchanted forest, so there is only one explanation, the moose is already considered to be Morgritte's pet in the eyes of the god of magic, and only when teleporting in this way, the magic power consumed is what Mowglitte can bear.

"I should have found a summoning master to ask for advice. Now there are a bunch of weird pets around me, but most of them don't need them. As she thought so, a flash of light flashed, and Mowglitte appeared on the streets of Whitestone with a moose.

It was a secluded corner where there were hardly any pedestrians in sight, and a white glow flashed. A tall, snow-white moose appears on top of the icy moon stone. "Run, old fellow!" Mowglitte flipped onto the moose's broad back, and the gray dwarf grabbed the moose's long mane from the back of the moose, and his legs caught the moose's belly.

Baa...... The moose raised its hooves and ran like the wind towards the lights on the corner. It had been accustomed to the life of adventurers since its time in Frost Free City, and was now less afraid of the lights and noise.

"What was that just now, I wouldn't be dazzled, right?" a passing adventurer rubbed his eyes vigorously and asked his friend, "What is that white shadow just now, is it a white horse?"

"I'm just sure you're not dazzled, because I saw it too. His friend patted him on the shoulder, "I know you're tired, but trust your eyes, and if an adventurer doesn't even believe what he sees with his own eyes, then he's not a qualified adventurer." ”

"Didn't I think it was running too fast, I'm sure the fastest horse in Celtiana was running so fast. The adventurer explained, "That's unreasonable, isn't it?"

"It's a bit unreasonable," said another adventurer, "and that thing has two huge horns, I'm sure it's not a horse, maybe it's a rare mount of some adventurer." ”

As Morwritte rode his moose around the streets of Whitestone, news spread among the adventurers that a strange beast had appeared in Whitestone.