Chapter 839: Crimson Fire

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"The street is very quiet."

Lorrain Hill looked at the deserted street and talked with Eidolon beside him.

"It feels like a faint smell of blood." Eidolon sniffed, rubbing Lorrain

Hill's arm with some anxiety.

The motorcade crossed the mottled white stone streets and stopped outside a

courtyard, which was specially rented out to those traveling to and from the

chamber of commerce motorcades, with warehouses and pavilions inside.

"Stop here." The elf youth Vio greeted the people in front of the carriage,

and then led them into the courtyard to make simple negotiations.

Soon after, the convoy drove into the courtyard and the entourage settled

down.

It is rare to have such a comfortable place to rest. Soon someone in the

kitchen started to make a fire and cook, and hot water was also boiled to

prepare for a pleasant bath later.

"Let's go in too." Lorrain Hill pulled Eidolon out of the carriage, and walked

into the middle mansion amidst the salutes and greetings of the crowd.

The floor of the hall is smooth marble, and the head is a huge golden glaze

chandelier. It can be used as a venue for banquets or dance parties. From the

red carpet stairs on the side up, it is the rooms for receptions and offices,

and the top The first floor is a bedroom for guests to rest.

As a building in the imperial capital, the style here is very gorgeous.

Exquisite carvings and oil paintings can be seen everywhere, depicting elves,

humans, angels, and other magnificent scenes in history.

"Finally I can sleep well~" After Ye Ling walked into the bedroom, he flew

onto the soft big bed, bounced slightly, and then rolled around. The two pony

tails also turned with his body.

"You just have a good rest. I may be a little busy these two days and I don't

have time to find you." Lorrain Hill helped Eidolon cover the quilt, and then

went back to the room he belonged to.

Lorrain Hill also put on a comfortable nightgown and slept in bed first.

When dusk fell, and the sky gradually darkened, Lorrain Hill woke up to the

sound of the maid's knock on the door. In a daze, he seemed to be returning to

the time in Hopelander.

"Wait a minute, I'll be here." She simply said, then put on a simple dress

before opening the door.

"Does Miss Lacey need food? The dinner is ready." The two beautiful elf maids

bowed to salute, and then asked.

"I want to eat some." The girl nodded, and then one of the maid returned to

fetch the meal, and the other set the fireplace in the bedroom on fire and lit

the candle.

The maid’s pink fingertips turned lightly, and a ray of flame condensed in

magic, and then entered the red brick fireplace to light the dry wood. Soon

after, there was a slight crackling sound, and a burst of crimson warm flame

swayed in it.

The flower-shaped gold-bronze candlesticks were lit one by one and placed next

to the small table in front of the fireplace. The maid carefully spread a

white tablecloth, took care of the table, chair and sofa, and made the girl

wait for a while.

"Thank you Yuglia." After sitting down, Lorrain Hill looked at the beautiful

elf maid in front of him, and looked up slightly.

The elves are worthy of being the race created by the "Sun of God's Wings"

after summarizing the skills of the "Tree of Life", which has many advantages

over other races.

Most of the faces are beautiful, the skin is white and smooth, the mana

adaptability is better, and the life span is longer, and the personality

preference is peaceful, so that there is less internal fighting. The only

drawback is that it may also be due to its long lifespan, slower growth and

slower reproduction speed.

This also leads to more stable internals and slower iterations.

Slow iteration is a happy thing for individuals, but for the entire race, it

will slow down the process of history, which is not necessarily a perfect

thing.

Throwing away these thoughts in his mind for the time being, Lorrain Hill sat

by the warm stove, looked at the flames in the stove, and started to daze.

Since I went to the Eastern Continent, I haven't been like this for a long

time, and I sat quietly by the stove in a daze.

In the past, when she lived alone in the forest, no one could talk. Every

night, she would sit by the fireplace in the hut, quietly watching the

crackling flames, and recalling the past.

The scenes in the previous life, the figures in the memory, flowed one by one

in the eyes of the firelight. She savored the sweet and sour taste of this

memory, and then slowly wrote down her thoughts at the desk.

Now sitting by the warm red fireplace again, the past scenes resurfaced in my

heart again.

I don’t know how Chelsea and Serres are now, and whether the child who

returned to his mother has grown up now.

Pullman, the bunny-eared girls Mira, Arya, how is Bud now, whether he was

injured and survived the war.

The nostalgia that had never been noticed before was evoked by the warm

fireplace in autumn, slowly lingering in the girl's heart.

"Miss Lacie, dinner is ready."

An elf maid with light pink hair carefully placed the dinner plate in front of

the girl. Inside, there was a fried charred steak, paired with verdant

rosemary, coconut-flavored bread, and raspberry juice with ice cubes. Exudes

attractive fragrance and color. And in the corner of the dinner plate are also

placed a few sliced oranges, as a snack after dinner.

"Thank you Yuslia." The girl thanked the two twin elven maids again, then

picked up the tableware and sipped it to taste.

The taste is very good, the crispy meat is mixed with a little pepper

fragrance, which bursts in the taste buds, and then the soft coconut bread

fills the hungry belly. The matching raspberry juice cleans up the greasiness

in the mouth, and then eats a few sliced orange petals, and the dinner is

over.

"Good night, Miss Lacey."

After the meal was over, Lorrain Hill took another hot bath before lying on

the bed again. At this time, the two maids quietly closed the door and exited

the room. The girl's consciousness has once again entered a peaceful

dormancy~www.mtlnovel.com~ slowly processing the backlog of mood during the

day.

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At the same time, Titaniya's Rose Palace was not peaceful.

In the palace courtyard shrouded by night, a torch was lit and held in the

hands of elite court guards. They were separated on the two sides in the

clearing, huddling and guarding the queen wearing a veil in the center.

This slender girl was holding the only flesh and blood of the imperial

emperor, and stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, while six powerful

close maids behind her were also waiting on both sides.

"Master De Rosa is here!"

Surrounded by guards wearing fine steel armor and crimson cloaks, the red

executive officer stepped into this palace, his face resembling a cold rock

that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, solemnly cold.

"I don't know if your majesty came here late at night, what's the matter?" He

stopped ten meters away from the queen and bowed to salute, making people

unable to fault, but at the same time he didn't feel any warmth.

"I hope Master De Rosa will stop this long-lasting purge order and resign as

the commander of the court guard." There was a little tremor in his voice, but

he released the long-lost depression.

In the orange flame, Lily's petite cheeks were reflected by it, half bright

and clear, and half swaying in the shadows.

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