Morgridet closed his eyes and let Salit Larsson toss and turn at will, the aesthetics of the human aristocracy are full of depraved tastes. For almost an afternoon, the www.biquge.info various decorations on the gray dwarf's body changed back and forth. Morwritte wondered if Angela had emptied the entire tailor's shop.

"Well, that's all there is to it," Salit Larsson breathed a sigh of relief, "there are so few clothes that fit you, and the effect of this one on you is mediocre." ”

Morwritte looked in the mirror in a tall tuxedo trimmed to a refined mustache. I don't think the life of the aristocracy is too bad. It's just that this dress is a little too tight, and I feel a little uncomfortable all over. The gray dwarf tugged at the bow tie around his neck slightly, not daring to push too hard, and it took the lord of the bow tie almost half an hour to get it right. Next, Mowglitte began to wait, and in another room, the lord began to dress up. The two women chattered together, Angela went in and out, pursing her mouth from time to time and smiling mysteriously. The hour hour passed quickly, and it was half past seven in the afternoon, and the banquet was about to begin.

Salit Larsen, dressed in full costume, walked out of the room, and she circled in front of the gray dwarf: "Well, we're leaving." ”

"Very well," said Mowglitte, who had lost his mind for a while, had seen the heroic side of the lord, standing proudly with a longbow in hand, and she had seen the wise side of the lord, sitting in the town of White Rock and commanding the settlement. I just haven't seen her so coquettish, a white dress, the figure is delicately outlined, and the refined white neck is as proud and upright as a swan. "You're stealing the limelight from Yelena. ”

"How can I compare that little girl to her, I'm already a mother of an eight-year-old child!" said Salitt Larson, smiling very happily.

"Well, I hope you don't anger the little lover of Lord Kirov. Morgaret shrugged her shoulders.

"You'd better not say anything like that again. Salitt Larsson pinched the gray dwarf's arm, "The Duke is angry about such a message!"

"We in the Western Ghats all believe that our daughter is our father's lover in his previous life. Morgaret quickly explained.

"Humans don't believe what you gray dwarves say. Salit Larsson took the gray dwarf by the arm and boarded a carriage that was waiting outside the door.

Frost-Free City was the only large city in Seltiana shrouded in eternal night, but his darkness lasted only three months. In other words, half of his time under the shady curtain has passed. 2. White Rock Town has five months to go.

Anna Manor is a white-stone building, and its whiteness is different from the moonstone of Whitestone, but precious marble. It's hard to tell which stone is more precious, though, as moonstones are everywhere in Whitestone. And the Moon Stone is only available in White Rock Town.

The tall white houses made a curving arc along the huge square, keeping out the cold north wind. The square was filled with all kinds of luxurious carriages, and the lord's carriage seemed so inconspicuous, like an ugly duckling mixed in with a flock of white swans.

"Next time you should bring the carriage from White Stone. Morgaret looked left and right. "The guards almost won't let you in. ”

"You're rare, I'm just going to get a pass. Salit Larsson gripped the gray dwarf's arm tightly. The gray dwarves were a head shorter than the lords, a unique height ratio among all the guests.

The banquet was held in the hall on the first floor, and the handsome servant of Anna Manor led the two men to the next lounge. The lounge is a small isolated private room with hot tea and snacks.

"Wouldn't you give Angela's favorite Sands of Time to Yelena as a gift?" said Salit Larsson, sitting across from the Grey Dwarf, holding up a cup of hot tea on the coffee table with a pinky thumb.

"You said you don't know what she likes, she wanted to buy my Sand of Time last time, I didn't sell it. Mowglitte felt that a woman's mind was a little difficult to fathom.

"Well, I'm worried that your little slave girl will be angry!" Salit Larsson rarely showed the look of a gentle little woman, and the gray dwarf thought that maybe today's dress had changed her mind a little.

"I can make her the same Sands of Time again. Mowglitte took the pink sands of time out of the spatial ring. As soon as you turn your hand, the entire small private room is shrouded in a layer of pink light.

"It's beautiful, and I like it too!" Salit Larsson leaned forward, his white chest approaching the gray dwarf's eyes.

"I'm afraid my lord doesn't need this," Morgaret couldn't help but swallow a cloud of saliva secretly, "This thing is too expensive to make, and it's not worth it if it's just decoration." ”

"Okay, we'll discuss the rest, I'll go get the pass first. Salit Larsson grabbed the pink sands of time.

"Are you sure?" asked Morgritte, worried.

"Of course, White Rock is also a territory within Frost Free City, and Lord Kirov has no reason not to care about our lives or deaths. Salit Larsson stood up, and with a flick of his wrist, the sands of time turned upside down, and the pink glow vanished.

The pink Sands of Time was made by Morwritte with the powder of the Flawless Magic Crystals, and the cost of such a Sands of Time was staggering. There are not many cherries left in the cherry trees in the Enchanted Forest, about twenty or so left. The Grey Dwarves don't want to waste their flawless crystals on such a gadget. But Angela is not easy to deal with, this woman now completely does not regard Mowglitte as the master, and it is a headache to think about it. Leave this problem to the lord.

It was at this moment that the door to the lounge was pushed open. Morkriet looked up and saw a back as smooth as jade, and with a click, the door to the lounge was closed from the inside. The gray dwarf saw a familiar and beautiful face. The previous worries were superfluous, and Yelena is indeed the protagonist today, and the charming lord can hardly hide the beauty of youth.

"Congratulations, Elena. Morwritte stood up and happily held out her hand.

"Morgritte, you shouldn't be here. You shouldn't especially be with that woman. "Tonight's protagonist has a pale face, and he has no intention of shaking hands with the gray dwarf.