It is also known as the Muse clan, although it is a distant relative, but the Lanahi clan that Miss Yu Fang belongs to is a demigod level living in the Ellan region...... The talent points of other demigods have to be damage output, but this one is not, all she points are healing or even just spirit.

So the combat ability is a little worse, but fortunately, people run fast.

This race is generally recognized about 3,000 years ago during the period of racial integration, when everyone basically played together and played whoever played well was killed. The world is on the rise, and every race is shining - almost like it is now. It's just that there were more races at that time, after all, many of them hadn't been wiped out yet. All those who can survive now have two brushes, and of course there are those who have not slowed down for 3,000 years and are still breathing.

However, no matter what, the Lanahi race has an excellent ability to make soy sauce and outstanding contributions in the field of culture...... To live is to survive. It's a pity that the Muses are more famous than them. Nowadays, the N Bun basically only pray to the Muses, and some evil brains even pray to the Sirens.

As for Lanahi, who knows what they are?

Since it is a grassroots class, even if it is a demigod, he has to go to the sea and start from scratch. So, Miss Wei Fang grabbed Cybertron, the last straw that saved her life, and resolutely held on. No matter how much I insulted my mother, I suffered it-

"Welcome back...... ...... hosts"

Standing at the door of the house, Miss Yu Fang bowed affectionately.

"Oh...... That's right, that's what it feels like. Cybertron clenched his fists, a little excited. Sure enough, the world is not always beautiful, but you have to pursue beauty!

"Let's just call it that from now on, it's not too much of a problem. Cybertron looked at his [home], and before he entered the house, he asked Yu Fang next to him to say this first.

I'm not afraid of anything now, and it's been three days since I arrived in Kanaphon, and my fiancée is coming early. Now there are no worries - just live in the city for a while. If you get it right, maybe you also have a protagonist halo or something - although at present, life is still firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

The house assigned to him is a large property, and the address is in the North District - the rich area. The municipal construction is not bad, and the road in front of the door is quite spacious, enough for several people to walk side by side. A small courtyard of about 100 square meters, two houses in the shape of a conjoined building are in the corner of the courtyard, a total of two floors look very beautiful......

"It's my home from now on—for the first time in my life, I feel at home. Cybertron sighed, touched the door frame and said, "When I was in the tribe...... When the tribe ...... Well, it's all gone. ”

It turned out that in the tribal days it was the chief's tent, and the stone hut was at best a very insulated bungalow.

"That, Mr. Cybertron......"

"Can I call the master?"

“...... It's awkward, I'm not a slave?"

“...... That's also true."

The real world is the real world, and when you calm down, your mind is normal.

"This is a house...... I thought someone had lived. Cybertron coughed a few times, opened the courtyard door and the door of the house, which were not locked at all, and Cybertron took a few steps inside. There was almost nothing in the house, and the stone building was nice and looked sturdy - but the problem was nothing but stone.

I said...... You're my maid, aren't you?"

"This ...... Theoretically, I really want you to forget my life, and it will save a lot of trouble. Yu Fang looked at Cybertron at a glance and knew what the other party was going to do: "Are you really from Bourkeso? I heard that they are all very bold......

"Being bold doesn't mean you have a problem with your brain. Cybertron straightened his head, threw his money bag to the other party, and said, "Huh...... These are for you, you can buy whatever you want......"

“...... I said, do you know what the use of money is in this civilized society?" Yu Fang glanced at the heavy gold coin bag thrown over, and was stunned for a moment, "I now kind of believe that you are from Bourkeso...... If you really hire a beautiful maid, it won't cost you ten Quinterantas a year, right? Are you crazy? Give me all of this?"

"Again, I've got to get some. Taking out a Quinteranta from it, Cybertron threw all the money back to Yu Fang, and said with a smile: "Don't forget that I'm from Bourkeso, if anyone plans to steal my things and leave......"

"I almost forgot, stingy. Yu Fang remembered that the Burkeso people were indeed stingy: "So...... I'm going to buy something and come back just in time to decorate this empty house in the four corners. By the way, when are you going to start writing? I'll wait. ”

“...... That's right. He threw the two-handed sword behind him into a corner of the room and smashed a marble floor before he felt distressed. Cybertron sat on his windowsill, ignoring the dust under his buttocks: "But let's have a discussion." ”

“......？”

"Me...... Now my greatest wish is to have a beautiful maid to call me master!" The festival was all over the ground, but Cybertron was now so obedient to his desires - now was the time to put all the blame on the meta-soul: "This is the blood of my Bourkeso people boiling—— call me master, and I will give you my essence!"

“...... You're talking a little horny......"

"It doesn't matter what you say, don't you listen to it?"

"This ...... art and discipline, which is more important?" "Well, this ...... It doesn't matter, it's as if you haven't learned the lingua franca. Host...... Master. ”

"Oh, remember to get the custom-made clothes back in 10 days. Cybertron nodded contentedly.

"So...... Sonnets, long poems, short poems, music, essays, essays, essays, ?——"

"Don't worry, life in the tribe has taught me a lot...... Suffering. Cybertron wiped the corners of his eyes, the advantage of liberal arts students is that they can think openly, and they can think openly when they study history! I was very unjustly panicked, but did I have someone who was wronged? Is there a Joan of Arc? No? No, are you still talking nonsense? How else can I say that people who study history can think about it......