"The streets are very quiet."

Loran Hill looked at the deserted street and talked to Ye Ling beside him.

"I smell a faint smell of blood." Ye Ling sniffed and rubbed Loran Hill's arm uneasily.

The convoy passed through the mottled white stone streets and stopped outside a courtyard. This was a place specially rented to convoys of chambers of commerce, and there were warehouses and buildings inside.

"Stop here." The young elf Vio called out to the people in front of the carriage, and then led them into the courtyard for a brief negotiation.

Soon after, the convoy drove into the courtyard and the accompanying personnel settled down.

It was rare to have such a comfortable place to rest, and soon someone in the kitchen started to light a fire and cook, and also boiled hot water to prepare for a pleasant bath later.

"Let's go in too." Loran Hill pulled Ye Ling out of the carriage and walked into the mansion in the middle amid the greetings and greetings of the crowd.

The hall has smooth marble floors and a huge golden glazed chandelier overhead. It can be used as a venue for banquets or dances. Going up the red carpet stairs on the side are the rooms for meetings and offices, and the top floor is a bedroom for distinguished guests to rest.

As a building in the imperial capital, the style here is very gorgeous, with exquisite carvings and paintings everywhere, depicting elves, humans, angels, and other magnificent scenes from history.

"I can finally sleep well~" After Ye Ling walked into the bedroom, she pounced on the soft big bed, bounced slightly, and then rolled around, with her two ponytails flipping with her body.

"Just have a good rest. I might be a little busy these two days and won't have time to come to see you." Loran Hill covered Ye Ling with the quilt and then returned to his room.

Loran Hill also changed into a comfortable nightgown and went to sleep on the bed.

As dusk fell and the sky gradually darkened, Loran Hill woke up to the sound of the maid knocking on the door. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the time in Hopeland.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there." She said simply, then changed into a simple dress before opening the door.

"Miss Lacey, do you need anything to eat? Dinner is ready." The two beautiful elf maids bowed and asked.

"I need to eat something." The girl nodded, and then one maid returned to get the meal, while another lit the fire in the fireplace in the bedroom and lit the candles.

The maid's pink fingertips twirled lightly, and a wisp of flame condensed in the magic power. It then entered the red brick fireplace and ignited the dry wood. Soon after, a soft crackling sound was heard, and a crimson flame flickered in the air.

The gold and bronze candlesticks in the shape of flowers were lit one by one and placed on the small table in front of the fireplace. The maid carefully laid out the white tablecloth, tidied the tables, chairs and sofas, and then asked the girl to wait for a while.

"Thank you, Eugolia." After sitting down, Loran Hill looked at the beautiful elf maid in front of him and took a closer look.

The elves are indeed the race that was created by the Sun of Divine Wings after he summarized the skills of the Tree of Life. They have many advantages over other races.

Most of them are beautiful, with fair and smooth skin, better adaptability to mana, and longer lifespans. Their peaceful personalities lead to less internal conflict. Their only drawback is perhaps their slow growth and even slower reproduction due to their long lifespan.

This also leads to greater internal stability and slower iteration.

Slow iteration is a blessing for individuals, but for the entire race, it will slow down the progress of history and may not be a perfect thing.

Putting aside these thoughts for the moment, Loran Hill sat by the warm stove, looking at the flames in the stove, and was a little dazed.

Since I went to the East Continent, it has been a long time since I sat by the fire and stared blankly like today.

When she lived alone in the forest, she had no one to talk to. Every night, she would sit by the fireplace in the cabin, quietly watching the crackling fire and recalling the past.

The scenes from her past life and the figures in her memory flashed through her eyes illuminated by the firelight. She savored the sweet and sour taste of her memories, and then slowly wrote down her thoughts at her desk.

Now sitting by this warm red fireplace again, the scenes of the past once again emerge in my mind.

I wonder how Chelsea, Ceres and others are doing now, and whether the child who returned to his mother has grown up now.

How are Pullman, the bunny-eared girl Mira, Aaliyah, and Bud doing now? Are they 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.

"Ms. Lacy, dinner is ready."

A pale pink-haired elf maid carefully placed a plate in front of the girl. Inside was a seared, tender steak, accompanied by verdant rosemary, coconut-scented bread, and raspberry juice shaken over ice, exuding an alluring aroma and color. On the edge of the plate were a few sliced ​​tangerines as a post-meal dessert.

"Thank you, Euslia." The girl thanked the two twin elf maids again, then picked up the cutlery and began to taste the food in small bites.

The taste was excellent, with the tender meat interspersed with a hint of pepper, exploding on the palate. Then, the soft coconut bread filled my hungry stomach. The accompanying raspberry juice cleansed the greasiness in my mouth, and I devoured a few sliced ​​orange segments, and dinner was over.

"Good night, Miss Lacey."

After finishing her meal, Loran Hill took another hot bath before relaxing back into bed. The two maids quietly closed the door and left the room. The young woman's consciousness once again fell into a peaceful slumber, slowly processing the accumulated emotions of the day.

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Meanwhile, there was no peace in Titaneya's Rose Palace.

In the palace courtyard shrouded in darkness, torches were lit and held in the hands of elite palace guards. They stood on both sides of the open space, surrounding and guarding the queen in the center, who was wearing a light veil.

The frail girl, holding the emperor's only flesh and blood, stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, while six powerful personal maids were waiting on both sides.

"Lord De Rosa has arrived!"

Surrounded by guards wearing fine steel armor and crimson cloaks, the red-robed executive officer stepped into the palace. His face was as solemn and stern as a cold rock that had not changed for thousands of years.

"I wonder what's the matter that Her Majesty the Queen summoned me here so late at night?" He stopped about ten meters away from the Queen and bowed. While there was nothing wrong with him, there was no warmth or warmth at all.

"I hope Lord De Rosa will stop this long-lasting purge and resign from the position of commander of the palace guards." There was a slight tremor in his voice, but it also released a long-lost depression.

In the orange-yellow flames, Lily's delicate face was illuminated, half bright and clear, and half swaying in the shadows.