This ghost place is too hot to sleep at all. She can't follow Riley and Duncan and sleep on the top of the castle because she is a woman... It's not right to say that, Nassom has already gone. But that's a mercenary, commonly known as a man's wife. And you are the kind of girl who will make men have many delusions just by just a glance.

It is hard to tell how many times the elf who was awakened by the heat slid off the bed and went to find the window.

The castle that was visiting was located in a war zone and was more important to defensiveness, unlike some similar buildings in the Empire. It had fashionable floor-to-ceiling windows, which took into account lighting and ventilation. The window panels that were so thick that they could defend against crossbows had to be pushed with both hands. After all, they finally opened them, but they didn't enjoy the cool breeze. A few mosquitoes came in, and she was forced to close them again. Blood sucking was a small problem, and it was terrible to get sick.

This was all taught by Emily. The mage was very disgusted with the clergy's willingness toward illness, so he made great efforts to graduate from old age, sickness and death.

That's why you got involved in the black magic... Speaking of the black magic, she thought of Sanchez, who even tinkered with the medicine in the black robe, was a regular businessman who cured people.

Isn't the pastor doing nothing when his mother is sick? Because her mother refused to convert to Terra, she didn't give her any requiem prayers before her death. However, the doctor worked hard for a long time, and it was bloodletting and something. Although it was useless, she worked hard at least.

"bloodletting?"

The elf once told Emily about her mother's experience before she died of illness. The mage was stunned and said that she had no other use to bleed the weak but to accelerate death. What a good friend said was a nose and eyes, but only ignored one problem. When the elf lost her mother, Emily's biological mother might not have been born.

Backward medical treatment back then was related to the low status of the spellcaster who had mastered knowledge. In Christina's childhood, the Imperial Mage was as good as a rat crossing the street. The ability to be proud depends entirely on the war of the dragon, and the paladins gradually withered, and they could only rely on magic to fight against the giant beasts.

Maybe there is a spellcaster like Sanchez who is under the banner of a pharmacist. My mother may not die. She is still with me now...

"Buzz." The annoying desert mosquito flapped its wings and approached the elf lady from behind. She didn't look back and raised her hand and grabbed the pest in the palm of her hand and pinched it to death.

The mosquitoes that sneaked into the room died in a short while. The blood-sucking worms flew slowly and were still buzzing. When they encountered a pointed ear like Christina and night vision, they had no chance of survival at all.

The bed provided by the owner was covered with cowhide mats, which was not like the velvet used by the Empire. Although it could not relieve the heat when lying on it, it would not sweat profusely. The shiny eyes closed and returned the right darkness to the room.

The capital is not without hot weather, but in severe cases, the heat is extremely hot. In order to improve the image, the Imperial Master always likes to take action on these branches and branches, turning the summer water into winter night ice and put it on the market for sale. However, the people who can enjoy it are either rich or noble, and they have no relationship with the poor.

The Mage Tower is very accurate in the issue of who should please. Citizens with property incomes that do not reach a certain level are not qualified to be admitted to the third-level parliament. It is useless to attach importance to ordinary people.

As for Christina, who often forced ice from Emily through relationships, she has never been "ordinary" since her mother took her to the land of the empire. Even when she became an orphan, the palace did not relax her attention to the elves. The common people had not made any contributions and had no penny. As a daughter, she could be accepted as a servant by the Knight Master. After the master passed away, he was promoted to a knight with just a letter of recommendation written by the dead and became a nobleman.

If you say nothing is wrong, you won’t believe it.

Christina is that ghost, she is so stupid. If she doesn't go to the orphanage, she doesn't know that someone hates her. If she is not Sir Taylor, she doesn't know that some men will also have their faces long, scream and nitpicking.

The deep and long horn interrupted the dream, which was mainly composed of memories. The dizziness caused by low-quality sleep made her lose time to think, and she just grabbed the sword and pushed the door and ran out.

The experience of fighting with the Red Dragon in Black Mountain must have affected her. Her feet were as weak as cotton, and the elf was much more tired than she thought. When she ran down the stairs to the inner courtyard, Sir Ned was already riding on her horse and about to set off.

"Don't worry, Miss Christina." The lord took the helmet handed over by his subordinates and put it on. "In the Levant, the horn is equal to the bell that tells the time."

"Who is that?" The question was not the elves, but Riley who had just arrived. The mercenary finally did not lose the alertness of the battlefield. The elves turned their heads and saw the friends walking down the stairs. Gonise was at the end, slower than Duncan and Aura with short legs. Silver Dragon stretched out his big waist, covered his mouth to cover his yawn, and his every move was really like a human.

Yes, I have a silver dragon.

"Please let us help." Christina was full of confidence.

"I have received the kindness, but the person who came should be his own, unless my scout misread it." The jazz hammered his chest with his right fist and performed an imperial military salute.

The Jazz led his men out of the city gate, leaving Christina with a pile of dusty horse hooves.

"It seems that there are wars here every day!" Duncan put his waist on his waist and forced the short man to show the temperament of a pioneer general.

"Maybe." The elf had never seen a coward dwarf, not one. "We can see nothing here." She looked at the city wall and raised her waist.

"Ladies are preferred." The dwarf pretended to be the city people to flatter women, while the elf was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The most common green trees and grass are rare here, and the bare brown land is uncomfortable to see. But on the other hand, the flat terrain and landform have made it impossible for both sides to cover it. The maximum number of cavalry brought by the Jazz is thirty, and the smoke and dust raised is like a team of hundreds of people. There seems to be more on the opposite side, and at first glance, it is already a thousand people.

The elf had sharp eyes, Gunnise was strong and the two non-humans were extremely calm. Unlike others, they were lying on the walls and wanted to stick their whole body out.

"It's from your Terra Church." Nasom turned himself away on the surface, but he didn't hide the relief in his tone.

Christina nodded in agreement. She had actually seen it. When both sides stopped, the visiting knight pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and nose. She could see every detail on her face with a mustache. The knight with a smile on his lips and exchanged greetings with the jazz.

His pointed ears moved, causing Riley to ask her: "Xiao Na, what are they talking about?"

After all, the talent is there, and the elves will listen to the wall regardless of intention or not, but at least it is more than a thousand steps away. I can hear me being a monster. She curled her lips to the male mercenary and accidentally saw Gonis standing next to her. Silver Dragon's eyes were bright, as if she knew what was happening in the distance.

"Miss Gurney?" Anyway, the few people in the scene knew the details of the silver-haired girl. Christina didn't have to pretend anymore, so she simply asked the Metal Dragon for answers. When she heard Christina ask questions, everyone, including Jack, went to see the Silver Dragon and wait for her to answer.

"Ah? You call me?" Yinlong shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, as if he had just discovered that his friends were looking at her. The silver-haired girl combed Liu Hai behind her ears, and her smile was as shy as a girl from 28.

She didn't listen, but just accidentally left her mind because Gunnice didn't care at all... Christina turned around and continued to observe the meeting in the distance.
Chapter completed!