Chapter 287 Loren Hill's Diary

After lunch, Lorraine Hill returned to her residence. She was the only one in the room, and Charlie was still shopping outside, and it was estimated that she would not come back until evening.

Feeling that he heard too much information from the past this day, Roland Hill was also a little tired, rubbed his forehead a little, and prepared to rest on the bedside for a while.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her gray boots. A relaxed and breathable comfort came from the soles of her feet. The white socks wrapped her feet. After a little thought, Roland Hill carefully took off the socks. , put it back into the storage space.

Will there be any smell if you put it in disorder? The girl suddenly remembered this question. When she was in college, she was most afraid of her roommates throwing socks everywhere. The smell was really disgusting and nostalgic.

Shaking her head, Lorraine Hill didn't want to think about too complicated things. Today, she had listened to things for too long, and too much information made her a little tired.

It was obviously still in the afternoon, and Roland Hill simply walked a few steps in the room wearing slippers, closed the door, warmed up the milk, sat by the orange-red fire, sipped, and felt the warm liquid in his body. Comes with warm comfort.

In this way, she looked at the burning fire, her eyes began to be half-closed, and finally she stood up slowly, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep on the quilt and pillow.

In this way, the indoor fire burns quietly, and then slowly becomes dim, and the winter snow town outside the window gradually returns to tranquility.

When the wall clock in the room turned the three o'clock mark, the girl slowly woke up,

Huh, I feel a lot of energy.

Roland Hill sat up from the bed, and only at this time did he wake up the puppet that was set aside in his arms again.

"Is Yixue here?" The girl looked at the quiet doll.

"Yes." The doll opened his crystal clear pupils and looked at Loren Hill in front of him.

"Yixue should have heard about the day's events."

"Um."

"It feels a bit complicated. I didn't expect that there is such a big distinction between witches." Roland Hill and Yi Xue said their feelings.

Although she is also a witch, it seems that this girl has never been used to this identity, perhaps because she has past memories, and she cannot fully define herself as a witch who surpasses ordinary people.

"The relationship between witch factions is actually a continuation of the relationship between witches." Yi Xue raised her arms slightly and briefly said her thoughts.

"In my time, the Mercury Dynasty was a huge aggregate. It was said to be a dynasty. In fact, there were many relatively independent groups within it, which also prevented us from eliminating it in one fell swoop."

Yixue recounts her past experience of fighting against the Mercury Dynasty.

"Like a hydra, it's difficult for you to kill it at once, but the necromancers fight to support the war, and quickly absorb the remaining teams of other friendly forces, and then regroup."

"So I won't be surprised to hear from you when I wake up that the Mercury Dynasty perished due to self-disintegration."

"As a matter of fact, the Quicksilver Dynasty did not explore a stable ruling framework to reconcile various internal problems and dominate the huge country and people, but in the past, because of wars, many problems were suppressed."

"And witches, or witches, can't reach the same concept. It seems normal to me. Even the three elves have a competitive relationship between light and dark in the first era." Yixue said, lightly. Spirit jumped up, and then sat on the desk in the room, his legs swayed slightly under the skirt, and occasionally the exposed spherical joints could be seen.

"I don't recommend Lorraine to learn more about the disputes between witches. It will be very tiring, and your temper is too soft, and it is estimated that you will take a lot of things on yourself." Yi Xue's wide sleeves covered her fingers. Live, put it on both sides of the body, turn his face slightly, and look out of the window on the side.

Seeing this friend advising him like this, Roland Hill was slightly startled, and then smiled.

"Is Yixue worried about me?"

"No, it just feels like you are so busy now that you haven't spoken to me for a long time."

"Well, it's my fault, I left Yixue in the cold." After speaking, Roland Hill picked up the doll in front of him, and put it in his arms again, feeling the slightly cold body, and gently stroked the doll with his fingers. The doll's silver hair.

Indeed, I have been involved in too many things now, the preparations before the chaotic disaster, the inheritance of the Sun of Divine Wings, the inheritance of the deep sea union, many things in the empire, the internal unity of the Emerald Forest, there are too many, too many Pressed in my heart, it is estimated that I have become busy and indifferent at ordinary times, making many people around me feel left out.

It is no longer appropriate to know everything in depth.

For this, Roland Hill sighed slightly.

Although I am a little curious about the oak witch's past, I really don't have any extra energy now.

Well, it will be like playing a game, the main line is already very urgent, and there is no time to deal with the side lines.

It took several seconds for Yixue to break free from Roland Hill's arms. Unfortunately, the doll's body couldn't reflect whether the ghost was shy or embarrassed. Yixue became as cold as usual. .

Obviously it wasn't like this at the beginning. When Loren Hill first met Yi Xue, she was still very gentle, and she would talk about a lot of things on her mind. Now she feels more and more close to certain princesses, and she is a little proud and unable to hold back. Come face to face.

After having another small conversation with Yixue, Roland Hill lit the fire in the fireplace again, and it burst into flames.

Still not hungry, Roland Hill sat by the warm fire, took out a book that was usually used to write a diary, recalled a little, and then slowly wrote down some things he saw and heard today.

She usually encounters a lot of things, but not everything can be dealt with in time. Occasionally, she is afraid that she will forget it, so she will write down some things.

The slender and hard nib flowed out fine black ink, and then wrote clear handwriting on the pale yellow paper, and a faint scent of ink also overflowed.

The long skirt was hot from the fire, and the table under the wrist was also warm. A delicate doll sat quietly on the wooden chair opposite the table, and there was snow falling outside the window.

The fire was burning slowly, and the crimson fire reflected on Roland Hill's side face. She seriously and quietly recorded what she had seen and heard recently, and a faint ease flowed in her heart.

It's like slowly unloading many things on your back and putting them into books and diaries, so that you can travel lightly and no longer feel anxious all the time.

Slowly, a page of paper was turned over, and Loren Hill sketched the image of Miss Herron she had seen on the light yellow page. It was a little cartoonish, wearing a black robe, leading a horse across the street. .

Although she can't know everything and every moment in the past, she will keep this feeling and curiosity, waiting for the future to slowly reminisce, or embark on a journey again to explore some truths in history.