“It’s a little uneasy tonight.”

Beside the warm fireplace, Sila la covered with a blanket and curled up on the sofa, her eyes drooping, half asleep and half awake. In the haze, she seemed to hear someone talking to herself. She opened her eyes slightly and looked around. Suddenly, she found a familiar figure standing in front of the windowsill standing in front of the windowsill that seemed to be looking into the distance.

He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Winter nights are always sleepy, especially after dinner, when he returned to the bedroom, Serra fell asleep unconsciously while lying on the sofa to keep warm.

"What are you talking about?"

She got up from the sofa and reached out to grab a cup of black tea on the table to quench her thirst. However, after feeling the coldness of the tea, she sighed and started to make tea again.

"I suddenly had a bad premonition just now." Xia Lan in front of the windowsill said without looking back.

"intuition?"

After picking up the small, hot kettle on the fire shelf, slowly poured the boiling water inside into the teapot where the tea leaves were re-placed, Sila, who had done all this, wiped the sweat from her forehead before she had time to reply.

"Yes, my intuition has always been very sensitive." Xia Lan said: "Have Pandillia not come back yet?"

These days, in view of safety issues, Xialan and the three of them lived together in a spacious bedroom, with Serrara and Pandillia lying on the bed while Xialan lying on the sofa.

"At the end of dinner, she said she would go to other bedrooms to clean up new clothes, and now she should be taking a shower."

Women are very fond of being clean and beautiful. They usually find it difficult to wear a set of clothes for several days. Since all the housekeepers and servants in the manor disappeared, no one has washed the clothes they wear. It is even more impossible to rely on Xia Lan to clean them.

Fortunately, the manor still retains a large amount of clothes that Pandillia usually wears. Even when the sun is shining, the servants will take the accumulated clothes out of the courtyard to dry them, so there is no moldy smell accumulated on the clothes for a long time.

"You can go to the basement to hide for the time being tonight." Xia Lan pondered.

"Basement? What an uncomfortable name."

He picked up the tea that was soaked in white breath again, and Selala said with a wry smile on her delicate face.

"It's just not going to be prevented." Xia Lan said.

"I think Pandillia must be difficult for her to accept this." Serra sighed.

"Her wishes cannot change the established arrangement!" Xia Lan said calmly.

Crack-

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open. After bathing, Pandelia, who was wearing a fragrant body, was walking in with a white towel in her hand, wiping her hair.

"His Excellency Xia Lan said we might have to spend the night in the basement tonight." Selala turned her head and looked at Pandillia's face and said helplessly.

"Why?" Pandilia stopped wiping her hair in her hand and said in a daze.

"Because Your Excellency Xia Lan thinks it's not peaceful tonight." Selala said with a pouting mouth.

Pandilia was silent for a while, then looked at Xia Lan in front of the windowsill and said, "His Excellency Xia Lan, do you really think so?"

"Yes, and the premonition of unknowns is getting stronger and stronger." Xia Lan said in a deep voice.

"No further ado. Serra and I will go to the basement right now." Pandillia said unexpectedly and decisively.

"Don't forget to take this thing, it can help you temporarily avoid the perception of ordinary superiors."

Xia Lan turned around, raised her hand and threw something at Pandillia.

Pandillia, who was good at it, took it with her hands and found that it turned out to be two bottles of gray potion.

"Now you can leave, I need to go out and investigate the situation."

After Shalan waved his hands at Pandelia and Serrara, he turned around and turned around, and after opening the closed window, he jumped down and disappeared.

"What a man who does his own way."

The biting cold wind poured in through the open window in an instant. Silala, who shivered, hurriedly wrapped the blanket around her body. After drinking the cup of hot tea on the table, she walked straight towards Pandelia.

"It's been like this since I met him. I just don't know how Winnie endured it."

Pandilia shook her head and smiled helplessly, then turned around and walked out the door.

"Miss Winnie? I don't know how she is now!"

When he mentioned Winnie, Serra continued.

"I heard that she is heading to the Esdaq Trading City? It is a good place. There is no war or famine. Compared with Sissinia today, it can be said to be a prosperous country that everyone yearns for and longs for." Pandilia sighed.

"Oh? His Highness Pandillia seems to be very familiar with Esdaq Trading Castle. Have you ever been there?" Serrara said with interest. Her life was spent in wasting time. When she was young, her father died in battle and fled to the uncle of Viscount Frante, she had never left Tralo.

"Of course not. These are all told by people. In the past, I was a child who loved listening to stories from the outside world very much. Many times Viscount Moroen would specially invite the bard to tell us these things." Pandillia smiled bitterly. "It's a pity that now I can no longer find the happy time of ignorance when I was a child."

When talking about heavy topics, the two women fell silent at the same time.

"Perhaps we should wish Miss Winnie could break through the bottleneck of intermediate pharmacists in Esdaq Trading City. The alchemy level there is extraordinary, far from comparable to those of us countries with poor heritage!" After a while, Pandillia, who had returned to her normal mentality, changed the topic.

"Is it because the Esdaq Trade City is approaching the center of the mainland?" Serra asked.

"That's right, the Esdaq Trade City State, which relies on the Xiafeng Strait, is the closest country to the mainland center. Every year, there are countless people who cross the sea and trade and gold rushing adventures in the mainland center. Haha, it's actually ridiculous. In the eyes of those mainland centers who claim to be civilized people, we are all a group of uncivilized barbarians, and when we face them, we always feel inferior..." Pandilia said indignantly.

"This is impossible, because our communication with the mainland center has been cut off for hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, perhaps the people in the mainland center have long forgotten that there is still a country of human civilization here." Serra's heart sighed.

"Hmph! If we were not our common ancestor who had crossed the Xiafeng Strait and stationed here to guard the revival of the undead, otherwise, where would they think that countless years of stable prosperity came from?!" Pandilia said disdainfully in his spoken language.

"Time will change, even people's thoughts are no exception, and people have always been forgetful, so this is also a normal thing." Looking at such problems, Serra seems extremely dull.

"Forgotten history means betrayal! They will definitely swallow the bitter fruits of betrayal in the future!" Pandilia said in a deep voice: "Do you know? On my way to escape to Adria, I heard that the undead began to revive!"

"What? Is there no response from the Kingdom of Adria, who is guarding against the dead?" Serrara said in shock.

"The Kingdom of Adria is now in danger, with domestic political imbalances, and foreign northern barbarians attacking the undead. How can the Kingdom of Adria turn the tide in such a dangerous situation?!" Pandilia sighed.

"Even so, I believe that the undead will always fail. They are no longer the immortal army that swept through Elderland in ancient times, and the strength of human beings is far from the weak human beings back then." Serrara said decisively.

"Maybe."

After talking all the way, they also came to the entrance of the basement.

The basement door is cleverly designed next to the fireplace in the hall. After twisting a lamp on the wall, the wall instantly reverses and opens in half.

"It seems that every noble manor castle has these mechanisms." Looking at Pandillia's operation of opening the door, Serra suddenly remembered Glady Castle.

"Of course, because every nobleman cherishes his life very much."

Pandilia smiled. Of course, to put it bluntly, the nobles are all afraid of death, but as the largest noble in Sissinia, she is unwilling to say bad things about her.

"Let's go."

Walking carefully along the dark and deep ladder, Pandillia did not look back to remind Serra.

...

After Xia Lan left the manor, he carefully investigated the surrounding environment through perception, and after no harvest, he quickly returned to the manor.

After returning to the manor, he found that Pandillia and Serra disappeared, he knew that they should have entered the basement smoothly, and Xia Lan extinguished all the lights in the manor. In an instant, Sallan Manor and the night were completely integrated, with an indescribable gloomy and quietness on the surface.

He moved a chair and sat in the hall with a long sword on his legs. He closed his eyes and remained motionless like a sculpture.

He was a very patient person, and he didn't know if anyone would come to destroy the peace here tonight, and he only needed to wait.

He waited for a long time, for a long time.

Until midnight.

His ears suddenly moved, as if they were moved.

He opened his eyes, stood up with the hilt of the sword in his hand, and suddenly, he looked up at the dark ceiling and said, "Since you are here, why not come down?"

"You are the most sensitive upper swordsman I have ever seen."

An ethereal low and dumb voice echoed strangely in the hall, and a black shadow flashed in the air, Xia Lan's gaze was staring at her and fell down.

"Where is His Highness Pandillia?"

The visitor asked straight to the point.

"What's the matter with her?" Xia Lan asked calmly.

"We want to invite her to a place." Lai Ren said.

"Sorry, His Highness Pandillia never accepts invitations from strangers." Xia Lan said.

"Is that so? It seems that we can only be a little rude." The visitor sneered.

"Is it rude? Actually, this idea is exactly what I want!"
Chapter completed!