After lunch, Lorraine Hill returned to her residence. She was the only one in the room. Charlie was still out shopping and would probably not come back until evening.
Feeling that he had heard too much information from the past that day, Lorraine Hill was also a little tired. He rubbed his forehead a little and prepared to lean on the bed and take a nap.
She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her gray boots. A relaxed and breathable feeling of comfort came from the soles of her feet. White socks wrapped her feet. After thinking for a while, Lorraine Hill carefully took off her socks.
, taken back into the storage space.
Will it smell if placed randomly? The girl suddenly remembered this question. When she was in college, she was most afraid of her roommates throwing socks everywhere. The smell was really disgusting and nostalgic.
Shaking her head, Lorraine Hill didn't want to think about too complicated things. She had heard too many ancient things today, and too much information made her a little tired.
It was clearly still afternoon. Lorraine Hill took a few steps in the room wearing slippers, closed the door, heated the milk, sat by the orange fire, sipped it, and felt the warm liquid in his body.
A warm feeling of comfort comes.
In this way, she looked at the burning fire, her eyes began to half-open and half-closed, and finally stood up slowly, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep leaning on the quilt and pillow.
In this way, the fire in the room burned quietly, and then slowly became dim, and the winter snow town outside the window gradually returned to tranquility.
When the wall clock in the room turned three o'clock, the girl slowly woke up.
Phew, I feel quite energetic.
Lorraine Hill sat up from the bed, and only then did he hold the doll aside in his arms again to wake him up.
"Is Yin Xue here?" The girl looked at the quiet puppet.
"Yes." The doll opened its clear eyes made of crystal and looked at Lorraine Hill in front of him.
"Yin Xue must have heard about what happened during the day."
"Um."
"It feels a bit complicated. I didn't expect there to be such a big difference between witches." Lorraine Hill and Yin Xue talked about their feelings.
Although she is also a witch, this girl seems to have never adapted to this identity. Perhaps because she has past memories, she cannot completely define herself as a witch that transcends mortals.
"The relationship between witch factions is actually the continuation of the relationship between witches." Yin Xue raised her arm slightly and simply stated her thoughts.
"In my time, the Mercury Dynasty was a huge aggregation. It was said to be a dynasty, but in fact there were many relatively independent groups within it, which also made it impossible for us to eliminate it in one fell swoop."
Yin Xue talks about her past experience in fighting against the Mercury Dynasty.
"Like a hydra, it is difficult to kill it at once, but the Necromancers feed on fighting and quickly absorb the remaining friendly forces and then regroup."
"So when I woke up and listened to your story, I wasn't surprised that the Mercury Dynasty perished due to self-disintegration."
"In fact, the Mercury Dynasty has not explored a stable governance framework to reconcile various internal issues and govern a huge country and people. However, in the past, many issues were suppressed due to wars."
"And it seems normal to me that witches, or witches, can't reach an agreement on concepts. Even the three elves had a relationship of overt and covert competition in the first era." When Yin Xue said this, she smiled lightly.
He jumped up quickly, then sat on the desk in the room, his legs swaying slightly under his skirt, and occasionally the exposed ball joints could be seen.
"I don't recommend that Luo Lan go deep into the disputes between witches. It will be very tiring, and you are too soft-tempered, and you will probably take a lot of things on yourself." Yin Xue's wide sleeves covered her fingers.
Live, put it on both sides of your body, turn your face slightly sideways, and look out the window to the side.
Seeing his friend suggesting this to him, Lorraine Hill was startled for a moment, and then smiled.
"Is Yin Xue worried about me?"
"No, I just feel that you have become very busy now and haven't talked to me for a long time."
"Well, it's my fault, I left Yin Xue in the cold." As he said that, Lorraine Hill picked up the doll in front of him, and then held it in his arms again, feeling the slightly cold body, and gently stroked the doll with his fingers.
The doll's silver hair.
Indeed, I am involved in too many things now. The preparations before the Chaos Disaster, the inheritance of the Divine Winged Sun, the legacy of the Deep Sea Alliance, many things in the empire, the internal unification of the Emerald Forest, there are already too many.
With this pressure on my heart, I guess I have become busy and indifferent at ordinary times, making many people around me feel left out.
It is no longer suitable to understand everything in depth.
For this reason, Lorraine Hill sighed slightly.
Although I am a little curious about the oak witch's past, I really don't have any extra energy now.
Well, just like when playing a game, the main plot is already very urgent and there is no time to deal with the side plots.
After several seconds of this, Yin Xue broke out of Lorraine Hill's arms. Unfortunately, the doll's body could not reflect whether the ghost was shy or embarrassed, and Yin Xue became as cold as usual.
It was obviously not like this at the beginning. When Lorraine Hill first met Yin Xue, she was still very gentle and could talk a lot about her thoughts. Now she feels that she is getting closer to some princesses, and she is a little bit proud and shy.
I don’t want to show my face.
After another small conversation with Yin Xue, Lorraine Hill lit the fire in the fireplace again and it started to crackle.
Not yet hungry, Lorraine Hill sat by the warm fire, took out a book he usually used to write a diary, thought about it for a while, and then slowly wrote down some of the things he saw and heard today.
She usually encounters many things, but not everything can be dealt with in time. Sometimes she is afraid that she will forget, so she writes down some things.
[About the past events of ‘Warm Oak’ and the witch Lorraine…]
The thin and hard tip of the pen flows out fine black ink, and then writes clear handwriting on the pale yellow paper, and a faint fragrance of ink also overflows.
Her long skirt was a little hot from the fire, and the tabletop under her wrists was also a little warm. An exquisite doll sat quietly on the wooden chair opposite the table, and light snow fell outside the window.
The fire burned slowly, and the crimson light reflected on the profile of Lorraine Hill's face. She recorded what she had seen and heard recently seriously and quietly, and a kind of indifferent relaxation flowed in her heart.
Just like slowly unloading many things on your back and putting them into books and diaries, you can travel lightly and no longer feel anxious every moment.
Slowly, a page of paper was turned over, and Lorraine Hill sketched the image of Miss Heron she saw on the light yellow page. It looked slightly cartoonish, wearing a black robe, leading a horse through the street.
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Although she cannot know everything and every passing moment, she will retain this feeling and curiosity, waiting to slowly reflect on it in the future, or embark on a journey again to explore some truths in history.