The moonlight tonight is very bright, shining on the bedding through the gauze curtain, making people unable to sleep.

Winter Thistle turned over and looked out the window.Staring directly like this, the moonlight is not very bright.He sighed, it seems that the insomnia cannot be blamed on the moon.

He's pretty busy these days.In the past day, he went to several workshops in the morning to arrange a bunch of things. He had to personally participate in the progress of enchanting various artifacts, and he also had to take care of the experiments at hand.

At the end of the day, although my body was exhausted, all kinds of thoughts kept spinning in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more refreshed I was, and I couldn't fall asleep.

Winter Thistle simply got out of bed, took out a pen, paper and envelope from the cabinet, sat down at the desk, and lit a candle.

The quill was dipped in ink, and Winter Thistle began her fourth letter to Lane.

He had already written three letters before and sent them to the Temple of the Day in the mountains near San Dilian, which was the temple where Ryan first swore.Ryan's tour period is almost over. When Ryan goes back to receive the holy emblem, the temple can hand over the letter to him.

Knowing that the letter could not be delivered to Ryan immediately, what Winter Thistle wrote was not an urgent matter.It's nothing more than talking about my current situation, telling Ryan some things in life, and explaining my original thoughts in different ways, and apologizing over and over again.

He also thought he was funny, what's the use of empty apologies, in terms of behavior, he just didn't stand with Ryan.But he also felt that whether Ryan could understand it or not, he should explain it well.

He also specifically mentioned that Ryan should not return the enchanted sword and other utensils. Those things should be provided by him as an elder brother. They are not favors or gifts, but normal resources like food, clothing, housing and transportation.

When he wrote this, he originally wanted to write "Don't treat them as a debt", but when he brought up the pen, he felt that it was wrong. This tone was a bit high, as if he was giving alms to Ryan. angry.

Then how should I say this... Winter Thistle held a pen, the ink on the nib was almost dry, but she still couldn't think of a more appropriate way to express it.

Suddenly, there was a little more weight on the shoulders, and there was also a little warmth.

Winter Thistle turned his head, Aldin did not know when he was standing behind him, and put a cloth cloak on him.

Winter Thistle put down her pen, and casually put the envelope on the letter paper, and Aldin didn't ask much.

After putting on Winter Thistle's clothes, Aldin rested his hands on his shoulders: "The weather has become cold recently, you can't learn how I wear so little."

Winter Thistle nodded.Aldin asked, "Why, can't you sleep?"

"Can't sleep, get up and find something to do." Winter Ji said.

"Writing a letter? Then write it quickly. A messenger will leave the city tomorrow. Let him send it out for you."

After finishing speaking, Aldin walked away a little and poured himself a cup of weak tea.

Winter Thistle moved the envelope away, a little embarrassed by her secretive behavior just now.

Once she and Aldin talked like this, Winter Thistle no longer struggled with the language in the letter.He simply didn't write the sentence about whether you are owed or not, and simply told something else instead.

He didn't know what was going on, but after a little distraction, he figured it out.Even if Ryan insisted on returning those things, he could resolutely refuse to accept them, or accept them and give them to others in need.

Lane has to go his own way after all.Even without the previous conflict, he would have to leave sooner or later. He would never stay in the chamber of commerce to live such a mundane life.

Sooner or later, the brothers will come to a fork in the road.Maybe they will separate indifferently, maybe they will cry and say goodbye, maybe they will have a big fight and turn around angrily...no matter which one is uncomfortable.

At least none of them will be alone, and there will be other people around them.

Ryan has always been very popular, and he will definitely gain more friendship among the Templar Knights; as for Winter Thistle himself...he also has a long-term place to stay, and he should no longer need to worry about making a living in the future.Thinking of this, Dong Ji felt a little better.

Winter Thistle sealed the envelope, put down her pen, and looked back at Aldin.

Aldin sat on the rug at a low table, playing with a jeweled cup.He turned sideways, temporarily not paying attention to Winter Thistle's gaze.

So far, Winter Thistle dare not think too deeply about the matter between herself and Aldin.Whenever he tried to think, things that made him blush would pop up in his mind, and he had to quickly divert his attention to think about something else.

At the beginning, he only planned to enter the Shifan Street Chamber of Commerce, but he didn't plan to meet someone in the Chamber of Commerce, or even develop such a special relationship with him.

Everything happened so quickly, yet so logically.Looking back and thinking about it carefully, he doesn't know what this kind of relationship should be. It seems to be different from a so-called lover, and it can't be regarded as a master-slave in a normal relationship.

There's always something wrong with Winter Thistle.Not entirely because of position, nor because of gender.He still hasn't figured out where the faint worry in his heart comes from.

When he was in a daze, Aldin put down his glass and came over.He held Winter Thistle's face, leaned over and kissed it on the forehead: "I talked with the city hall today. They also hope to keep the market in the poorhouse, but we still need to discuss the specific disposal method."

Dong Ji asked, "Are the people over there difficult to deal with?"

Aldin stood in front of the table, looked down at Winter Thistle, and stroked his hair with one hand: "The city hall and the temple are not difficult to deal with, but the main thing that needs to be taken care of is the royal capital and the Arcane Federation. If It's good that the chief can support me, but Bellos insists on making things difficult for me... He even tested me today and mentioned something to me."

"what's up?"

"He wants to take you away."

"What?" Winter Ji was taken aback, "Where are you taking me?"

Aldin said: "He said that Gorman, who was in charge of Fesisit, had just passed away, and many things were in chaos, so he planned to go there to preside over the overall situation in person. He hoped to take you with him, because the situation over there is not good. Great, there are many places where refiners can be used.”

"I'm not a battle mage..." Winter Thistle muttered.

Aldin laughed and said, "The refiner never goes to the front line, but everyone knows that. That's what he said, and he just used Gorman who just passed away to be in charge as an excuse."

"Then I..." Winter Thistle looked at Aldin.

Aldin said: "Of course I don't want you to go. Bellows came to Harbor City this time, obviously to steal my things. My business, my allies, the resources I have accumulated with great difficulty, and the precious things around me Talent... He saw that my place was flourishing, so he wanted to take a stab at it and harvest it all."

In fact, it's not just Aldin, the previous Gorman in charge is also an example.

Under normal circumstances, if a person in charge dies unexpectedly, there will be trusted people under him to deal with everything immediately, so that the power will not become scattered.

Someone must have been secretly entrapping Gorman and tearing his wings clean.

The only problem is that Aldin still doesn't quite understand why Bellos did this, and why he regards his subordinates who are not disloyal as enemies.

Looking at Winter Thistle's worried eyes, Aldin said: "Don't be afraid, he won't just kidnap you from Harbor City. Maybe he doesn't really need a refiner, but has another purpose, just using you as a cover. I'll try again to see what he means."

"Perhaps he guesses that I am Haman's child," said Winter Thistle.

"That's okay," Aldin said, "as long as you don't want to, I won't let him take you away. You are a human being, not a lifeless spellbook."

Dong Ji paused, then asked in a low voice, "Does he know... about our affairs?"

"What's the matter?" Aldin had just finished asking, before Winter Thistle could answer, he understood by himself, "You mean about us being together?"

Winter Thistle nodded lightly, the tips of her ears were a little red again.

"He knows." After Aldin finished speaking, Winter Thistle's expression became more nervous.

Aldin said: "He is so big and not stupid, how can he not see it? And I told him clearly during the conversation today, he knows that you and I are not just an employment relationship."

Winter Ji asked, "Is this...wouldn't be wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'd like to make it clear to him. He just wants to poach my subordinates. If he knows that we have such a relationship and still insists on taking you away, then it can basically be considered that he is not You want a refiner, but you deliberately make things difficult for me."

After finishing speaking, Aldin patted Winter Thistle's shoulder: "I have a sense of proportion. Have you finished writing your letter?"

"It's finished." Winter Thistle stood up, and originally wanted to say that he was going to sleep... But now that Aldin was in his room, he realized something, and couldn't help lowering his head, not daring to continue.

Aldin smiled at him, and hugged him, man and cloak.More like an attempt to appease his concerns than an act of intimacy.

After lying back on the bed, Dong Ji subconsciously looked out of the window again, looking at the moonlight that made people sleepless just now.

Ardin went to the window and drew the heavy satin curtains on the inside of the sheer curtains.The moonlight was covered, but the room didn't get dark. Only then did Dongji remember the candlelight on the desk not far away, which he forgot to put out.

He wanted to get up again to extinguish the candle, but was pushed back on the pillow.

This time, Aldin kissed not the forehead or the top of the hair, but the cool lips of the winter thistle.

Winter Thistle closed her eyes and pretended that there were no candles in the room.

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Aldin slept late and woke up early.When he was arranging his clothes, Dongji had actually woken up too, but Dongji pretended to be asleep on purpose, not wanting to face him directly.

After a while, Aldin finished tidying up and sat back on the bed.

Winter Thistle lay on her side with her back to him.Aldin stretched out his hands to straighten the half-elf's hair, leaned over, and kissed the pinnae and the corners of the jaw.

Winter Thistle thought it was time for him to leave, but unexpectedly, Aldin's kiss fell again, this time it was the shoulders, side ribs, protruding waist and hips under the thin quilt, and finally fell back to the cheek.

These kisses are as light as feathers, full of pampering and cherishing.

Winter Thistle dared not move because he didn't know how to respond.

Footsteps sounded across the porch and vestibule, and then the door slammed.Aldin left.

Winter Thistle finally opened her eyes.The sun came in through the gaps in the curtains, and it was just dawn.

Winter Thistle got up and moved slowly to the bathroom mirror.The skin on his neck, collarbone and even his chest was clean without any marks.

Recently, Winter Thistle can't just stay in the laboratory. He has to go out almost every day, sometimes to the workshop, and sometimes to the dock to check the goods related to spell-casting consumables.Aldin should know this, so he deliberately restrained himself.

In this way, even if the temperature rises at noon, Winter Thistle can safely and boldly unbutton some shirts.

In fact, the night still left traces, but they were all in places that were not easy to see.Not only can others not see it, but as long as Dong Ji doesn't look for it on purpose, it's not easy to see it.

Fortunately so.He was indeed embarrassed to stare at them.

Winter Thistle took some time to wash up and get dressed for going out.He walked to the desk, the letter was still in its original place, and there was an extra stamp on the envelope.Aldin probably just helped him build it.

Winter Ji took the letter with a smile, put on her purse and went out.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, the two guards with black hair and red hair were already waiting for him.Now it is different from the past, Winter Ji almost no longer goes out alone, every time someone will follow.

Winter Thistle rode in a carriage, accompanied by guards on horseback.Winter Thistle sent the letter first, and then rushed to the workshop under the name of the Adventurer's Guild. Recently, he was instructing the mages there to make temporary enchanting tools.

The workshop is on the outskirts of Harbor City, a little further than the road to the poorhouse.Halfway through the journey, the carriage stopped.Winter Thistle heard the red-haired warrior riding up to the cart, cursing and swearing.

The black-haired warrior knocked on the carriage, and Winter Thistle opened the curtains.

The soldier said: "There is a group of freight carriages ahead. It seems that the horses were startled. The carriages overturned, and the goods fell and blocked the road."

Winter Thistle probed out to have a look.There were four sets of carriages parked on the road ahead, some of which were overturned on the ground, and there were all kinds of packages all over the floor, and even charcoal fell out of the sacks, and bits and pieces were everywhere.

This road is on a field ridge, with farmland on both sides. People can go around it on foot, but it is definitely not possible for carriages and horses.

Winter Thistle said, "Let's go and help. It will take time to go back and make a detour."

The black-haired soldier nodded, called the coachman down, and went to the front together to help pack things.

Winter Thistle opened the door of the carriage and came down. Seeing this, the red-haired warrior hurriedly stopped him: "No! We'll just go and help, how can I let you do it? A mage's hands can't do this kind of rough work."

In fact, refiners often do rough work, and finger injuries are also common.Winter Thistle said: "It doesn't matter, if there are more people, it will be faster."

The red-haired warrior said, "That's not right. Lord Aldin will be angry if he finds out."

"He won't."

"Master, he won't be angry with you, but what about us?"

Winter Ji heard other meanings from it, and was a little embarrassed.

The black-haired soldier in front turned his head and gave his companion a hard look. The red-haired soldier pursed his lips and didn't say anything more, but still advised Dong Ji to go back to the carriage and wait.

Their attitude made Dongji feel inexplicably guilty, so Dongji had no choice but to obediently go back to the carriage.Today, his back was a little sore and his legs were limp and weak, so it would be better to listen to the advice and sit for a while longer.

After waiting for a while, the carriage suddenly moved, and then, the shouts of red-haired soldiers came from outside.

Nearby came the whine of horses, followed by roars and drawn weapons.Winter Thistle wanted to see what was going on, and just as he stretched out his hand to pull the curtain, suddenly the carriage trembled violently, causing him to fall back on the seat.

Someone drove the carriage and turned around, and even rushed directly to the ridge of the field.

The carriage was jolted so badly that Dongji couldn't even sit still, she fell to the side for a while, and fell to the ground for a while.

He managed to hold on to the curtains to stabilize his body. A small glass bottle, only the size of a finger, rolled in through the gaps in the curtains, and it shattered when it hit the floor. The liquid inside touched the air, emitting a sweet smell.

Winter Thistle recognized this potion, sniffing it in such a small space, one would lose consciousness in the blink of an eye.

He reached for the material bag at his waist, trying to neutralize the effect of the potion with the spell-casting materials he carried with him.It's a pity that he has nothing to do, but his speed is too slow.

As soon as he found what he was looking for, he lost consciousness and collapsed on the carpet of the carriage.

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