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Dinner was served by a waiter.
Before opening the lid, Annie could smell the mouth-watering fragrance. Inside the tin box was a thick stack of golden-baked bread, which at first glance was made from delicately peeled wheat flour. In addition, there is a small packet of butter and a pot of broth, enough for five people to enjoy.
"The spoons, dishes, etc. are all in the wooden cabinet of the kitchen room, and breakfast will be delivered tomorrow, so there is no need to keep the food overnight." The attendant said in an orderly manner, "Please don't leave at will until you have obtained an official resident ID card. Diplomatic building. In addition, the basement is forbidden to enter. If you want to practice your skills, you can go to the top roof. There is a service room on the first floor. I sleep there. If you need anything, please come to me at any time. Unlike hotels, all services are Free."
The five of them were stunned for a while, until after the other party bowed and left, they still did not come back to their senses for a while.
"Is this how the big nobles entertain? It's exactly the same as in the play," Amy was the first to sigh, "It's just that the lines are a bit wrong."
"For example?" Broken Sword and Hero asked curiously.
"It's like my honorable Excellency, it's an honor to serve you or something... It usually starts like this."
"We're not nobles, so naturally he wouldn't say that." No. 76 chuckled, "Anyway, let's eat first, I'm already hungry."
"That's right." Everyone swallowed.
Not good, is this the honey offensive launched by the King of Greycastle? There was a worry in Annie's heart, it seemed like a move to win over, but the head of the Witch Union didn't even ask about their abilities. This inconsistent move made it difficult for her to judge the other party's intentions. If she was the only one, she had four more companions around, she had to be more cautious and must not make the same mistakes as before.
There is no doubt that the safest way is to stay away from the West - the church is now destroyed and the greatest enemy no longer exists. As long as they find a village or small town close to a big city, they can hide their identities and survive, just like at dawn.
Unfortunately, this method does not work now.
Seeing No. 76 staggered to the table, she couldn't help sighing. In any case, the Witch Union does have the ability to heal the disabled, and the prospect described is quite tempting. Now that she saw the dawn of making the hero stand up again, she naturally couldn't walk away with the four of them.
Forget it, fill your stomach first.
When Annie put a piece of buttered bread into her mouth, she immediately felt an unprecedented waxy, soft and sweet filling in her mouth. The bread that was so delicate that there was not a single grit melted in one bite, and it flowed easily without much chewing. into the throat.
Damn, this honey offensive... is too ferocious.
Although she thought so in her head, she found that her hand could not help touching the next piece.
For a while, almost no one spoke in the room except for the sound of eating and drinking.
It wasn't until there were only a few scraps left in the tin box that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can we still eat such food in the future?" Duanjian reluctantly sucked every finger.
"Should... not likely," Amy lifted the soup pot and poured the fragrant broth evenly into five bowls. There were some green onions and circles of oil flowers floating on the golden soup surface, which looked particularly attractive. " This kind of bread should be something that the upper-class nobles can afford, and the most common thing my father eats is just coarse bread."
"It's good to have thick bread, don't forget that when we first arrived in the morning, it was difficult to fill our stomachs." The hero blew hot air, couldn't wait to take a long sip, and then let out a sip of heat from his mouth, whispering. Full of long-lost satisfaction.
"Lord Wendy said there are many benefits to joining the Witch League... I wonder if the bag doesn't include food?"
"Before she left, she said that she would take us to visit Neverwinter and the Witch League tomorrow, and then ask her."
"Hopefully."
When she heard her friends gossip about the possible treatment of the Witch Union, Annie had a hunch in her heart that they might be staying in this city for a long time.
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After taking a bath, the group climbed into bed early. A set of residence consists of a living room and four bedrooms. After the five people discussed it, they quickly decided on the candidates for the room. As the most powerful witch, Anne naturally chooses to share a bed with the hero who has a very inconvenient life.
The beds were very soft, there was no musty smell at all, and it was clear that there was a lot of cleaning here. The charcoal fire of the fireplace only had a few small flames, and the dim light flickering reflected the furnishings in the room on the white stone wall, and the dark shadow swayed gently, as if dancing with the cold wind whistling outside the window.
She carried the hero into the bed, and then blew out the candle.
The hot palm quickly warmed the big bed, and the hero squeezed into her arms and said softly, "It's been almost a year since we left Wolfheart?"
"Well... If it's close to one year and two months from the day we arrived at the frontier of dawn," Annie nodded.
"Then how long have we been away from our hometown?"
This question made her fall into silence. In fact, Annie couldn't remember the exact time when she left her hometown. She only remembered that it was a remote village in the northwest of Wolf Heart. After her identity as a witch was revealed, she continued to trek eastward, her footprints covering most of the wolf's heart, until she was betrayed by the Bloodfang Club before she stopped outside the capital.
The same goes for Broken Sword and Hero.
They were forced to travel far away from home for their own reasons. They went through hardships along the way, and finally met Annie in Wolf Heart City, and then they escaped together.
"It's been almost five years for me," the hero whispered. "In the past five years, I have been hiding from the pursuit of the church, and I have not stopped for almost a moment. When I was in the capital, I thought I could finally stop running away, but I didn't expect that. Even if you lose your legs, you still have to keep running."
Annie couldn't help holding her tighter.
"Lord Wendy said... This is the witch's home, can we really settle down here?" The hero's voice was intermittent, like the faint sound of wind outside the window, like asking her, or talking to himself, " I don't want to wander around anymore."
Annie's eyes suddenly felt a little sour, "Don't worry, we will have a house of our own, and you can find your legs again, and you can go wherever you want - not escape, but leisure travel."
"Really..." The hero paused for a long time, "It would be great if I was born in Greycastle from the beginning." By the end, her voice was barely audible.
Annie opened her mouth, and when she was about to say something, she heard an even breathing sound in her ears.
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