Angela, the elf, shivered against the wall, the aristocratic lord of the southern port leaving an indelible horror impression on her young mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"If you're going to your lord's winter dinner, you should need a female companion, and I was thinking where would you go to find a suitable female companion at such a late hour?"

"You're right," Morgritte's strong body pressed against the fairy's soft waist, "where am I going to find a suitable female companion so late, but isn't there a suitable person in front of me, a beautiful fairy princess from the distant Misty Valley, carrying an ancient artifact." It couldn't be more suitable. ”

The elf nodded, slipping out of the narrow gap between Mowglitte and the wall, "I'll help you pick out a piece of clothing, it's rare to find clothes that match this ancient artifact." With that, Angela jumped to the door of Morgritte's closet.

It would be nice to have someone to help, and the gray dwarves really aren't good at dressing themselves. He sat on his bed with his hands on his cheeks and let Angela turn his closet upside down.

"Your life is really bad enough, look at what this thing is," the elf pinched his nose and carried a black mass from the gray dwarf's closet and threw it on the floor of the room.

"Wow, this is one of my socks, it's been missing for months, thank you for helping me find it. The gray dwarf glanced up at the socks on the floor.

Angela reluctantly picked out a decent dress from the closet and put it on Morgride's bed, "You should have added some decent clothes." You've been in White Rock for a short time, so you should save some savings. ”

"It's all for the lovely Daddy Angeline, and I owe him more than sixty gold moores. The gray dwarf said with his hands behind his head and sighed.

The aura of the artifact was indeed not covered, and the guards at the gate of the lord gave their fanatical gaze to the goblins beside the gray dwarves. Morgritte, who was dressed in shabby clothes, was actively ignored by people, he wrapped his leather jacket tightly and looked at Angela, who was thinly dressed and curvy, looking forward to life in the cold wind, and felt deep regret, knowing that she shouldn't have been brought over like this, this artifact is too sassy, and it will actually have a magic array that automatically adjusts the temperature, although this is not a great thing, but on such a light and thin Mithril scale, it is not easy to carve such a magic array. There is no master-level level, which means that it is possible for a blacksmith who has reached at least the silver level to carve such a magic circle on a piece of clothing.

The fairy of the misty forest raised her head and walked proudly towards the lord's mansion, as if inspecting the king of the territory, the gray dwarf on her wrist was her follower, and suddenly a beautiful face appeared on the edge of the corridor, and at the moment Angela lost her mind, the gray dwarf beside her disappeared.

Inside the room by the hallway, Salit. Larsen grabbed the gray dwarf's hand, "This elf you brought is definitely not an ordinary character, you have to be careful." ”

"You're not an ordinary person, so should I be careful. Morgridle said as she felt the warmth of the woman's white and delicate palm.

"I'm here for your good. "Salit. Larson said angrily.

"Thank you. The gray dwarf bowed slightly.

"Where's the Pale Head, bring it?" Salit. Larsson held out his hand and said.

"No, I'm going to do some research. Mowglitte flinched, breaking free from the woman's grasp.

"Look at your stingy appearance, it's just a broken artifact, it has no other effect than to change your appearance, okay, I'll give it to you, I think it's better for you to carry it with you at the winter dinner. "Salit. Larsson's gestures were so charming that the gray dwarf unconsciously took out the white pale head in his arms.

"The Pale Head can transform you into three different people, you remember. After the first choice, you can't change it again. "Salit. Larsen's cold fingers ran over the gray dwarf's face, and she bent down to bust over his.

"Alright, you have a choice. "Salit. Larsen brought the gray dwarf to a tall mirror, "You will immerse your mental power on the Pale Head, and then you can change your appearance. ”

Morwritte immersed his spiritual power into the pale head according to his words, the spiritual power of the gray dwarves is not the same as the spiritual power of the magician wizard, but their spiritual power is equally strong, if they want to become a great blacksmith, the cultivation of spiritual power will run through their entire life, because all artifacts above the legendary level are inseparable from the spiritual power integrated into the weapon.

Morkriet felt his face become as cold as if he had soaked his head in the icy water of a well on a June day. As if an invisible hand was kneading a pile of dough, Mowglitte's face changed in the mirror, and at one moment his forehead became huge, his chin became smaller, and his mouth became larger.

"Controlling the changes in the Pale Head is mentally draining, and if you don't want to waste precious choice opportunities, don't play anymore. Unless you want to go out with one of these looks. "Salit in the mirror. Larson said.

Morgaret got serious, he first chose the form of a human, a handsome human with a face like a marble statue, full of sunlight and a warm smile.

"If you choose such a handsome face, you will almost refuse to hide your identity in the future, and those single countesses in the southern ports will dig up your old bottom at all costs. Or you can just go to them. I heard that there is a countess in Pattaya who is recruiting a marry, and she must like you very much. "Salit. Larson chuckled softly with his mouth covered.

Morwriet had a cold war, the countess of Pattaya had set off a lot of waves among adventurers in White Stone, and there were really adventurers who had traveled thousands of miles to try it. Legend has it that the countess was so rich that no man was happy. Later, I heard that he made a request that surprised the adventurers, "Eighteen times in one night, eighteen times in one night." Perhaps only a male dragon could satisfy the countess's powerful desires, and the adventurers who had supported him halfway all came back in despair. Sertiana had not heard of a male of that race being able to do it eighteen times a night, except for the dragon, of course, because it was a dragon.