The elf flew out of Douglas's room, for she remembered that Salit Larson had suddenly come to the Purgatory Tavern today, and that she had been here all afternoon. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mowglitte is coming back!" Angela remembered Salit Larson's glorious appearance, and looked at the gray Mowglitte's anger on her body, and regretted it a little.

"Where has Madame gone?" said Angela, who met the lord's handmaiden in the Purgatory Tavern.

"Madame went to the Baron's studio. The maid pointed to the blacksmith shop next door to the Purgatory Tavern.

Angela pushed open the wooden door of the blacksmith's shop and walked through the hall full of weapons. Quickly ran to the blacksmith's workshop, and then heard a strange sound coming from the door of the studio.

"Salit was the only one there, so why did she make such a strange noise?" Angela's heart was full of doubts, but she still regarded this meeting as a frontal battleground. Kate is right, only by defeating the lord head-on can she regain her master.

Angela took off the headband from her head with a trembling hand, and her smooth blonde hair was naturally draped over her shoulders, and one side of the hair was tucked behind her ear, revealing a perfect side face. Morgritte's fury is split into two parts, and the temptation of the remaining goddesses appears in Angela's body in a new form.

Angie stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the studio, and the heavy wooden door creaked, waking up the men and women in the studio.

Morwritte had already had an experience of searching the humid forest for the entrance to the Enchanted Forest, but the forest had already been invaded, but the dense Demonic Grass had hidden the entrance. However, this will not be difficult for Morgritte, as long as he is given a little time, he can find the entrance to the Enchanted Forest. It was at this time that he heard Angela's voice.

Salit Larsson's long skirt was a wide, high-waisted skirt with a high hem that began to fluff up from the waist, like an open umbrella, perfectly hiding the gray dwarf under her skirt.

"Ma'am, is Morgaret back?"

"No... There is no ......" Salit looked up at Angela and closed her eyes again. Perhaps this woman is her mortal enemy, and this is not the first time that such a situation has happened. "Angela, what are you doing here?"

Morgridet stopped what she was doing, Angela's voice was full of despair, and it was clear that Salit had not told the goblin in front of him the news of Douglas. She had no idea that the Grey Dwarves would be back in Whitestone tonight.

"I'm here to clean Mowglitte's studio, and I want him to come back and see a clean studio so he can happily devote himself to his work. Angela picked up the cleaning tools that had been prepared behind the door, it was not the first time she had done such a thing, and every part of the countertop stool was clean. Angela does the same thing every day.

"Angela, can you wait a while before cleaning?" Salit Larsson felt the intimate touch, and his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Vomiting, vomiting, untimely retching has reappeared.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" Angela frowned and looked nervous as she approached the lord.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, please, don't clean up, that dust makes people feel so uncomfortable!" Salit Larson's charm is not only useful for men, but also for women.

"Ma'am, you can't be sick, are you?" Angela took the lord's hand and let go.

"No, I'm fine, I just have. Am I pregnant?" said Salitt Larsson, stroking her lower abdomen, her face flushed.

"Is it Morgrithee?" said Angela, smiling mysteriously.

"Of course, who else but him?"

"Yes, I'm afraid Mowglitte won't believe it, right?" said Angela, "I heard that it is difficult for humans and gray dwarves to have a crystallization of love, and besides, can Madame guarantee that there are no other men besides Mowglitte?"

Morwriet's hands shook under Salit Larsson's long skirt and left her warm long legs.

"Of course, I haven't touched any other man except Morgritte. Salit Larsson exclaimed, "I swear. ”

"Of course, ma'am, I believe in you, but only if Morgaret is willing to believe you. Because you said you had his blood in your belly. You know, the gray dwarves value the lineage. The old grey dwarves of the Western Ghats are particularly interested in this. Angela's face suddenly appeared with a charming smile.

"He'll believe it!" said Salitt Larsson's face paled.

"Of course, what a pure man he is, he will believe what you say. But the rest of the people, there are a lot of adventurers in White Stone, and they don't believe a single nonsense so easily. ”

"What do you mean?"

"William, who is William's father?" Angela knew that this was a question that the adventurers in Whitestone were interested in, and it was a question that the lord was very reluctant to answer. "Isn't this kid William's brother or sister?"

"That's enough, shut up!" Salit Larsen's chest rose and fell violently, and the elf's question cut straight to the point, but it was an eternal wound in her heart, and even though it had been so many years, every time she looked at it, it was still bloody.

"I suppose Morgritte must have been interested in this question?"

"I'll tell him, but not now. Salit Larson said angrily, "You don't have the right to know the answer to this question. ”

At this moment, the lord's maid rushed in, and she shouted loudly as she ran, "Madam, there is a fight in the Purgatory Tavern!"

A loud bang was followed by a loud tremor from the tavern next door. Angela glanced at Salit Larson, Kate had been in Douglas's bed since yesterday, and now there was not even a single person in charge of purgatory, and the adventurers were probably ready to move.

Mowglitte got out from under Salit's skirt and touched the little maid's ass as she was leaving, and the troublemakers had already knocked on the door, and there was no reason for Mowglitte to hide under the lord's skirt.

Morwritte caught up with Angela and grabbed her by the waist. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and all the unhappiness disappeared in an instant.