This time in the Pagisto Plateau was the most memorable time of Miss Tiffany's life.

The north wind of the Pagisto Plateau, penetrating through the cracks in the doors and window frames, was about to blow her dry.

For a Naga mermaid of the Endless Sea, Miss Tiffany spends most of her day soaking in the bathtub and barely leaves the house.

Miss Tiffany felt comfortable only when she was soaking in the bathtub, and she moved a desk to the side of the bathtub, and the three-colored fishtail more than two meters long curled up in the bathtub, and her upper body was just enough to lie on the desk.

She wore a bath towel around her body, her curly algae hair was draped over her shoulders, the bathroom was dimly lit, and there was a lamp made of moonstone on her desk.

She carefully grinded a withered nettle, a magical herb she had found in a storehouse in the castle, and she didn't expect that there was such a precious magical herb in the warehouse.

On top of that, she found a few sheets of Wind Wolf Leather, Golden Alfalfa, and Ice Grass in the warehouse, all of which were magical herbs that were almost hard to find on the other side of the Endless Sea.

A few of them were ground into powder and made into magic ink under Miss Tiffany's meticulous blending.

Miss Tiffany took out a magic pen and dipped it in magic ink to draw a series of magic patterns on the wind wolf leather, and these magic patterns with mana fluctuations finally formed a magic pattern circle.

Miss Tiffany had a smile on her face, but when she stopped the magic carving pen for a moment, the magic pattern circle suddenly overflowed with a large amount of magic aura, and a trace of magic glow swayed back and forth in the extremely unstable runes, and a very disordered pulse appeared on the magic pattern circle.

Threads of electric arcs burst out of the Wind Wolf leather until the entire Wind Wolf leather was completely charred, and the bathroom was filled with a scorched smell.

All that remained on the table was a scorched scorch, and it was clear that the magic scroll had failed.

She frowned, not even noticing that she had smeared a streak of dust on her face, and laid a piece of wind wolf leather on the table again, and while the feeling had not disappeared just now, Miss Tiffany began to draw a second ......

Arc, spark......

When Sabrina finished training the half-blood elves and returned to the room, she found a stitch of black smoke drifting out through the cracks in the doors and windows......

Sabrina's first reaction was that there was a fire in the room, she knew that Tiffany had been lying in the bathroom for the past few days, and she didn't usually go out much, so she quickly pushed open the door and rushed in.

The room was filled with smoke, and Sabrina rushed into the bathroom with a sigh of relief, only to find Miss Tiffany crouched in front of a charred desk, looking at a scroll and smirking.

"Tiffany, are you okay?" Sabrina walked over, looked at Miss Tiffany's face covered in black ash, and asked cautiously.

"Sabrina, I finally succeeded this time!" Miss Tiffany said with a smile on her face.

Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the bathroom window and opened it to the maximum.

"You're drawing a magic scroll? I don't know...... I thought you were going to set the house on fire. Sabrina pushed the door open and let the wind blow in, carrying the smoke from the room......

"I found a few high-grade magic herbs in the warehouse, and I couldn't help grinding them into magic ink......"

"Hey, Sabrina, do you know what magic ink I've made?"

"The name of this ink is Deep Sea!"

"I also added some spinel powder to the ink to increase the power of the magic ink by at least thirty percent......"

"It's a pity that only three Ice Wall scrolls were drawn, and the rest failed, this magic ink is really unstable."

Looking at Sabrina's back in armor, Tiffany, who was excited, kept chattering.

"I'm going to leave these three magic scrolls to Roy, and I finally have a decent gift for him before I leave!" Miss Tiffany looked very happy.

"This place doesn't even have a lake, it's really uncomfortable to huddle in a bathtub all day......"

Miss Tiffany murmured at the end.

Hearing Miss Tiffany say, '...... before leaving,' Sabrina stopped, her eyes resting on the dark walls outside the window.

Suddenly realizing that the adventure party was about to leave the North Black Iron Mine, Sabrina couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart, but she felt that time passed so fast, so fast that she couldn't even say a few words to him before leaving......

Then, Sabrina retracted her somewhat tumultuous thoughts, turned and tossed Miss Tiffany a towel, and pointed to the bronze mirror beside her.

Miss Tiffany turned her head with a smile on her face, and the smoke in the room had cleared, and a dark face clearly appeared in the mirror opposite.

"Ah......h

The scream of the Naga sea mermaid directly shattered the glass bottle with a bouquet of flowers on the windowsill, and the flowers and water were sprinkled on the windowsill, which was extremely embarrassed.

……

Woods went to the terraces outside the castle every day to check the red berry bushes, and he had a bold idea.

He wanted to graft apple branches on these low, low bushes, the red berry shrubs were local plants and were well adapted to the climatic conditions here, while Roy wanted to grow apples on the land here, which belonged to the highland area, and the cold and hard north wind blew all year round, and it was impossible for ordinary apple trees to grow here.

But if the root system of the red berries feeds the apple tree, there is still some viability.

The only trouble is that this tree does not grow big, and the apples it bears will be like sand fruits.

As a druid, he has been working with all kinds of mutated plants since he was a child, and he is good at matching plants from different families and genera.

It can take two or three years for this grafted fruit tree to bear fruit, and then it can be continuously improved to make the fruit a little more delicious......

During this time, Woods needed to check on the trees frequently, so he stayed.

After looking at the red berry bushes, Woods looked at the nearby vegetation on the hillside, and although it was not suitable for growing fruit trees, it was no problem to grow some hardy berries.

According to Roy, the gray dwarves here are good at cultivating mushrooms, and Woods plans to have time to ask the gray dwarves about this.

He brought Roy ten pots of flowers of light, but unfortunately on the way, two pots of flowers of light died, and this kind of flower is a little too squeamish to raise.

The situation with the remaining eight pots is not very rosy, and Woods is preparing to build a small sunroom on the top floor of the castle these days.

……

The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the last day before the return trip.

There can be no further delay, otherwise you will miss the registration and course selection before the start of the semester.

Although the threshold for admission to the Elf Academy is low enough, the academy never accepts transfer students.

Elves are like this, everyone has time, and they are never in a hurry......

Leaving tomorrow morning, Roy personally checked the crowd's horse bags.

Roy also prepared some gifts to bring to his friends in Castletown.

Before leaving, Roy also prepared a sumptuous dinner, and his hand-baked honey apple pie and grilled fish were frequently praised by everyone.

……

The delicious dinner didn't make Moira's mood better, and she went out for the second time, and it took her a month and ten to reach the Pajisto Plateau in the Partington plane, and now she had only stayed for a week, and she had to leave in a hurry.

She wanted to stay, but Roy disagreed, thinking it was more important for her to attend the Elven Academy......

She argued with Roy three times about this, but unfortunately no one could convince anyone.

When she returned to her room, Moira was still a little sullen and quickly fell asleep on her bed alone.

Miss Tiffany was still lying in the bathtub, and the desk with the scorched table was still next to the bathtub, and Miss Tiffany's white lotus arms were propped up on the desk, and she held half a glass of orange wine in her hand, and said to Sabrina, who was wiping her heavy armor in front of the mirror:

"Sabrina, you're almost graduating, you should stay and help Roy."

“……”

Sabrina didn't speak, and continued to wipe her helmet with an oil rag.

She looked at the bedroom, where Moira was lying deep asleep on the bed with a tear in the corner of her eye, and shook her head gently.

……

Claire has been working in her room for the past few days, and although her eyes are red, this 'Eagle Song' is only half finished.

The melody drove him a little crazy.

Every time he followed the ethereal melody, he could see the golden-eyed giant eagle in the sky......

The creative inspiration is coming, and it really can't be stopped.

Claire wanted to work on the second half as well, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Claire wanted to finish the piece and make Roy the first listener, but unfortunately Claire was not satisfied with the second half of the piece.

'Tuk Tuk'

Claire kept her head down, immersed in the score, not noticing that the door was being pushed open from the outside.

Roy walked in with a bottle of orange wine, he took two glasses from the cabinet, then walked over to Claire's table, placed the wine glass on the table, opened the cork of the orange wine, and poured the sweet orange wine into the glass.

The sound of orange wine flowing into the glass brought Claire to her senses.

"You...... Roy, why are you here? ”

"Before leaving, I'm going to have a drink with you!" Roy pushed the glass full of orange wine in front of Claire, he took a sip with a smile and said, "How's this Eagle Song written?" ”

"It's not called creation at all, I just use the melody you give me to make it perfect......"

Claire picked up her glass with red eyes and poured the sweet wine into her stomach in one gulp.

This idea has always been depressed in Claire's heart, and he had told Roy before that he also wanted to compose some tunes on his own, but unfortunately he didn't succeed in writing more than a dozen songs in a row.

Now he has traveled thousands of miles to the Pagisto Plateau to seek a melody from Roy, also in preparation for the annual music festival.

"I'm just telling you some of the melodies I heard, and I can't fully repeat them, and many times you need to polish them again, do you think I'm composing?" Roy spread his hands with an innocent expression.

Claire was also a little stunned.

It's not the first time Roy has said this, but every time he hears Roy say this, Claire's heart is always a little more steady.

……

At night, the north wind is cold.

The howling wind whined through the cracks in the rocks.

There are no high mountains north of the Idas Mountains, and the three snow-capped peaks in the southern part of the Kassi Mountains act as a barrier, blocking most of the cold winds from the north of the Pagisto Plateau.

The headhunters of the plateau turned over from a pass in a mountain range, they were covered in fur animal skins, and their bodies were bound only with leather ropes, and they carried spears behind them, and war blades hung from their waists, and argali, and argali.

At night, they did not dare to ride argali, otherwise they would easily be carried onto some cliffs by argali, and it would be very troublesome to climb down.

These headhunters were driven to the Land of Ancestors by the Silver Pegasus warriors, and were beaten to the point that they could only hide in caves.

This time they have come out of the mountains again, ready to launch a revenge against the elves of the Pagisto Plateau.

With the southern end of the Gatsar Mountains in front of them, the Headhunters know that there are several Black Iron Mines here, and they are familiar with the various mines on the Pajisto Plateau, where they are usually sold by captured half-blood elves in exchange for some metal ingots to forge weapons.

Now that these mines have been overrun by the Silver Moon Elves, this group of headhunters is ready to take them back......

With a click, a headhunter fell off the argali, rolling a few laps down the hillside before steady.

The argali, with one leg hanging from the trap, lay on the ground and wailed incessantly.

The headhunter who followed from behind drew the blade at his waist, cut off the head of the argali, and then took out the water bladder around his waist and put the blood coming out of the neck of the argali.

The headhunter in the back led the argali, and continued to walk forward.

And the headhunter who fell to the ground also rolled over with a grunt and returned to the team with a curse.

Between the black mountains, a group of headhunters walked towards the Idas Snow Mountain in the south, carrying the wind.

And the castle at the foot of the snow-capped mountains became clearer and clearer in the eyes of these headhunters.

The headhunters began to become agitated, they did not make any sound, and even tied the argali, not wanting them to go on.

Headhunters began to gather in a rocky area.

It wasn't until the rocky area was crowded with headhunters that these headhunters rushed out of the rocky area one after another and approached the black iron mine castle in the dark.

When the headhunters came to the fish-scale terraces in front of the castle, they quickly climbed up in the way they were most familiar with.

But there were many ropes hanging on the stone walls of these walls, and iron rods were hung at one end of the ropes.

The headhunters stumbled on the ropes, and the iron rods clanged in the night......

In the howling north wind, the sound of the iron rods striking was extremely harsh.

……

The half-blood elven warriors in the castle heard the alarm bell below the castle and immediately woke up their companions who were napping in the sheltered area.

Then he picked up a torch from behind the city wall, lit the rocket in his hand, and his companion shot the rocket, and one rocket after another drew a beautiful trajectory in the night sky and landed on the hillside.

The headhunters who were climbing the terraces were exposed by dozens of rockets.

"It's a headhunter......"

The half-blood elven warriors on the city walls shouted at the top of their voices.

(End of chapter)