The white knight Quintus Quinta acted righteously and saved the pilgrim group. Afterwards, he generously donated his family's cemetery. Although it was only for servants, it was better than a mass grave in the wilderness. Eight grave bags, plus

The eight hastily made tombstones represent a life that withered prematurely. Bob wrote down the name of each deceased and the burial place, as if someone would come to worship them. Maya's prayers were absorbed by her several times.

The movement of the nose interrupted, and Christina burst into tears on the spot. Every small grave was a heavy burden that oppressed her body and mind.

The newly joined woman shed tears, and the children cried together. Sadness became the theme, and Quintus also had red circles in his eyes.

Only Emily didn't cry. A long time ago, the merchant's daughter learned to transform grief into other things, such as anger. A sixteen-year-old girl would not choose a man, but she was inevitably driven by instinct to devote herself to it.

In the love game of chasing each other. When she turned eighteen, she gave her virginity as a birthday gift to an older apprentice in the mage tower.

In addition, a girl in love really doesn't know what to give her boyfriend, and she has no money.

The older apprentice soon got tired of her, a cloth merchant's daughter who could neither afford a generous dowry nor a prominent position. The apprentice became a mage and never returned.

She cried alone for a long time, until she realized that even if she jumped from the top of the tower, she would not get sympathy. Of course, she learned to drink, but unfortunately the anesthesia brought by alcohol could not cover the pain, and the time she spent awake was still too long.

The whole tower is filled with lost memories, stimulating her all the time. Spring is born and summer is growing, winter is coming and summer is coming, and the girl is looking forward to the day of graduation.

She walked out of the tower and stepped into the battlefield. The war with the Dragon Legion was far from over at that time, and most female mages chose to stay and teach, or put on white robes and find a job as a court mage. Her first

So she acted alone, just to get rid of the past as soon as possible. The army relied on battle mages to deal with those terrifying behemoths, but she did not encounter any difficult monsters. She met Leon. Her broken heart trembled again.

After chastity, there was still youth left. She and Leon held hands and squandered the last of their youth.

"Miss Carrot, do you want to say a few words?" Bob asked her. With a group of crying women, Emily, who was watching with cold eyes, stood out too much.

The mage simply shook her head and refused. She saw scrutiny, doubt, and even anger in everyone's eyes. Even her old friend Christina couldn't hide her disappointment.

Faced with invisible pressure, Emily behaved even more indifferently. Being able to return to the Mage Tower with the reputation of being abandoned by Leon from beginning to end, practice makes perfect, and she can selectively ignore other people's opinions.

Seeing that the funeral had fallen into an awkward silence, the nun quickly stepped in, and the dark elf led everyone to recite the last prayer. She drew a Spear of Terra on her chest, and everyone followed suit. After all, the mage cannot completely isolate himself.

, and reluctantly gestured.

After Quintus repeatedly tried to persuade her to stay, Cristina decided to stay in the manor of a fellow paladin for two days to calm down the frightened pilgrim group.

The Lord White Knight has prepared a surprise for his "young" counterpart. He believes that it will be enough to make Miss Elf cheer up from her sadness and put on a smile.

"A gift?" Christina put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin. The servant behind her immediately took away the half-eaten pudding and replaced it with a brand new dessert.

The luxurious display of the manor was an eye-opener for her, and every dish was a feast for the tongue. Christina tried her best to hide it, for fear of being regarded as a country bumpkin by the enthusiastic host.

The house she lived in was allocated by the Knights. It was of medium size, with only two floors, and Mr. Quinta's restaurant was larger than her home. She sipped the cold wine, feeling guilty about the luxury. Quinto

Si assured her that whatever the Paladins ate, the women and children of the pilgrimage would be served similar dishes.

The elf forked a piece of cream cake and was shocked by the wealth inadvertently revealed by his colleague. The cream melted in the mouth, and the sweetness hit the top of his head. Although he really wanted to, the elf was embarrassed to ask for a second piece. A lady should not eat and drink too much.

The servant promptly made up a dessert for Miss Elf, showing good training.

She glanced at Emily. The mage had already eaten the third piece. No wonder her breasts were so big. Christina picked up the fork with peace of mind.

"Excuse me, how are the preparations for your wedding?" Quintus stirred the delicate teacup with a small silver spoon. He pinched the handle of the teacup with his index finger and thumb, and raised the other three fingers while drinking.

Christina choked on the half-eaten cake. She swallowed it hard and her face turned red. The mage stepped on her and Emily winked at the elf.

She picked up the glass of wine and looked back at Emily with a sideways glance under cover. The paladin would never lie, and the elf almost had this written on his face.

The mage stepped on her again with a little more force. These small movements were covered by the white tablecloth. On the surface, Emily was also drinking, and her movements were in sync with the elf. Only the nun sitting next to the mage noticed the strangeness, and she was sitting next to the mage.

The chief white knight didn't know, so he politely repeated the question.

"Ah, Leon and I..." Having an engagement broken is a great humiliation for a woman, and even if she was honest, she felt she couldn't say it out loud.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Quinta, Christina is still sad for the children. She and Leon get along very well, but the current domestic situation..." The mage shrugged and did not finish the sentence.

"Oh, that's it." Even though Quintus felt something was wrong, he did not continue to ask, how could a well-educated gentleman pursue gossip.

"Miss Christina, I have prepared a gift for you, please accept it." This is the purpose of the white knight.

He waited patiently for the ladies to finish their desserts. Quintus shook the silver bell on the table. The servant removed the plates, and he stood up gracefully and made a gesture to invite me to come.

The elf followed the white knight, walking heavily, as if going to his own funeral. Emily could not wait to push Christina forward. Her curiosity was tortured, and the white knight had better not disappoint her.

The white knight led the three girls through the courtyard and came to a room where armor and weapons were displayed. The room was large enough to run around in.

Emily looked around like a child, scanning the expensive equipment one by one. She quickly lost interest. The mace was too big, the armor was heavy, and an exaggerated two-handed sword had to catch up.

Her height was so boring, the mage was disappointed.

The things in the room are equally useless to dark elves. Judging from the size, it can be seen that they are made for human males, and her figure is a bit smaller than that of female humans. After all, Maya was once a noble, and she is more powerful than a mage.

Able to conceal inner emotions. Dark elves maintained superficial politeness and pretended to be very interested.

The white knight is not a female psychologist like Lyon, and the wizard and the nun are not the recipients of his gifts. Quintus led the elf to the center of the room, where there was a long table with a sword lying across it. He had a smile on his face.

Smiling, he signaled the elf to pick up the sword.

Christina looked at the long sword on the table. It was the same size as her usual sword, but this weapon was much more exquisite. Under the lighting of the candlestick, the silver hilt glowed with metal, and the end of the hilt was embedded with

A sterling silver round head. The scabbard wrapping the sword body is made of fine wood. Just looking at the carved patterns, you can understand how hard the craftsman put it.

Encouraged by the White Knight, she pulled out the long sword. The sword was engraved with inscriptions, and she recognized it as the craftsmanship of a dwarf blacksmith.

"Ice." She read the unfamiliar text. Thanks to Flint, the elf knew some dwarf language.

Quintus nodded with satisfaction, as if waiting for the elf to say this word. The elf couldn't help but brush his fingers over the sword. The coldness was definitely not something that the metal itself could bring.

"Akura, Alan, Su, Tagoulan, Jisi Taha." The mage couldn't hold it any longer. She walked up to the two of them, pointed at the sword in the elf's hand, and finished reciting the spell.

The blade of the sword glowed red, "Magic." Emily held her chin and commented. Even Maya, who had been pretending to agree, showed an envious look.

"This is too precious, I..." "My engagement with Leon has ended a long time ago" almost blurted out. A sudden sting stopped her, the mage affectionately hugged her waist, and secretly gave her a hard squeeze.

Bundle.

"Please accept it. This is specially made for the dwarves." The White Knight's enthusiasm could not be refused. Even if she wanted to, Emily would not give her a chance to speak.
Chapter completed!