Crimson Servant

The warm sun has just risen, and the snow cover on the roof is illuminated pink by the sunlight. Under the command, slave workers shoveled out the main road under the ice and snow. The snowdrifts on both sides were mixed with wet mud and were dirty black.

This is Northrend, a place in the polar regions that is covered with snow all year round. Even in such a cold environment, there can still be large-scale human activity bases. This is all due to the Snow family, the managers of Northrend. These nobles who grew up in the bitter cold land inherited a perseverance and endurance in their bones. Their obsession with their homeland has allowed them to take root here for generations and continue to develop their homes on the frozen soil.

Northrend's main source of income is the rich mineral deposits buried underground by ice and snow, so there are many prospecting and mining practitioners and foreign businessmen here. The Snow family reached an agreement with those speculators, using mineral deposits and mutually beneficial policies to encourage those people to stay, build large-scale construction projects in Northrend, build houses, attract outsiders to stay, and build the prosperity of the snow together.

To this day, although Northrend is still not wealthy compared with those resurgent city-states, Snow's good words are still circulated in Northrend's inns.

Dimo is an eight-year-old boy who lives here. He has a lively personality and always likes to hold the gaps in the wooden fence outside the church with his hands and look at a passage leading to the center of the town.

The road was very wide and bare on both sides. Because few people passed by, the snow on the road had not been shoveled. Demo likes to count the footprints that appear on the snowy road. His eyesight is very good, and there are not many people. He can easily tell which gentleman and lady in which house went out today.

"one two three……"

Just as Dimo ​​started counting today, his eyes suddenly opened wide. The two strangers stepped on this snowy road without any deviation in their steps, heading straight towards the church.

guest? Dimo wondered about their identities. He is tall and thin, and he doesn't look like an uncle carrying vegetables. The two men didn't look like the future adoptive parents of their playmates.

Demo wanted to take a closer look, but Sister Kelsi's call came from behind.

The nun gently opened the door, stuck her head out, looked directly in Dimo's direction, and shouted: "Come in quickly, kid, it's too cold outside."

"But, nun..." Dimo's hesitation was interrupted by the nun.

"Hurry up! Demo! Ashley is going to be sad to see her best playmate not at her birthday party because Mr. Lucien is ready."

The nun convinced Dimo. The name the nun mentioned had captured the boy's attention. Dimo rushed in through the crack of Sister Kelsi's open door in one leap, clasping his hands in excitement.

"Magic! That's great! Sister Kirsi, can we invite Mr. Inlucian to have a birthday party next week too? My birthday seems to be next week."

The nun shook her head.

"No, Dimo, your birthday was last month. Because Mr. Lucian's visit is a gift, we should be grateful. We can't ask for more. This is not what a good boy should do."

After being scolded, Dimo ​​shrank his head and made praying gestures with the nuns, but his excited eyes did not go away and he jumped into the main hall.

The door opened slowly, and a group of colorful fish swimming in the air swam past Dimo's eyes, leaving behind a string of red and blue bubbles. The magical shadows emitting psychedelic light outline different creatures in the air, such as elk with blue light, unicorn with white light, flying winged lion with yellow light and flying dragon with red light.

They dyed the ceiling colorful and used magic to launch an indoor fireworks. The little friends screamed one after another. Like Dimo, they all stared at the adult standing in the center.

The magician Mr. Lucian used light to draw a cute funny suit on his body, and every turn of his wrist would sprinkle brilliant light powder.

He coughed, spit out a magic marble from his mouth, and threw it to a boy who was approaching. With a flick of his wrist, another flame rose appeared and was handed to another girl with a red face.

Because Mr. Lucian pretended not to see the aggrieved look in the birthday boy's eyes, Ashley suddenly looked like he had realized something after being coaxed by his friends.

He forced out a panicked expression, blue tears appeared on his face, squatted down, and pulled the aggrieved Ashley in front of him.

"Oh my God, what have I done? Please forgive me, Your Highness."

A beautiful illusory crystal crown fell on Ashley's head. The moment the crown touched her hair, many star particles shot out from Ashley's clothes. She exclaimed as her original clothes had turned into a fluttering pink princess dress.

Ashley turned from sadness to joy, seeing Mr. Lucian cringing and begging for forgiveness, so she also imitated the man and coughed twice.

"I forgive you, Mr. Lucian."

Lucien jumped up on the spot, as happy as a big fireball releasing countless beautiful magical lights.

"Oh~ thank you, your kind-hearted princess."

Lucian had a great time with the children and soon it was time to cut the birthday cake.

A piece of rye bread with seven candles on it, the temple was not rich, this was the common diet of the children.

But at this time, the children were not depressed. They all looked at the "Almighty" Mr. Inlucine with great interest.

"Yes! Magic is omnipotent!"

Lucien screamed twice like an angry witch and released a bolt of cyan lightning towards the bread slices.

With a bang, accompanied by white smoke and mist, an exquisite two-layer cake appeared in front of several people. The cake was filled with fruits that the children could not name, and there was also a chocolate crab with its tongs raised.

The children cheered, swallowed their saliva, and happily imitated Lucian's example of raising their hands.

"Magic is omnipotent!!!"

Everyone laughed, because Lucian immediately took out the knife mysteriously and handed it to Ashley.

"This is a magic cake, so only the magician can really cut it, except the princess. So Her Royal Highness Princess Ashley can make the first cut. Next, I will share it with you."

It looked like a lot of cakes were distributed quickly, and the children with their eyes closed chewed them carefully and kept making noises.

"I taste apples!"

“Mine is sweet cream!”

"Mine is a chocolate crab and its pincers are still dancing in my mouth!"

"So delicious! I think I'm a little full!"

Lucien looked at everything with a smile.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the children turned their heads and saw Sister Kelsi saying a little embarrassedly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lucian, but there are two guests outside the door looking for you..." The nun said flattered, "One of them There’s another elf!”

The children and the nuns exclaimed in unison, all looking at Inlucian in surprise.

He thought about it and seemed to think of something.

"It doesn't matter, I guessed who it is, please let them in."

"Then..." Kelsey looked at the children apologetically. Although the loving nun understood that the children wanted all this, she did not want these children to disturb Inlucien.

Lucian smiled and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Her Royal Highness Princess Ashley is the eldest today. Call them in and celebrate her birthday together."

Lucian lowered his head and touched Ashley's little head.

"I haven't given Her Highness the Princess a birthday gift yet!"