"Those little bugs are so impatient to live. I just feel it's troublesome to not go to them, but I actually give them courage."

Medivh didn't say anything more. He was not a man and a good woman. Whoever dared to stumbling on him would naturally have to be aware of his revenge and anger. A powerful person never despised to make harsh words in front of others, so countless revenge ideas flashed through his mind, but the topic changed.

"However, I can't help but understand how they found me and when did they poison me. You should know Amansur's little pet. How? Tell me? Tell me, maybe I will be in a good mood to spare you."

After saying that, he waited for the black shadow's answer with interest.

However, Black Shadow's answer once again aroused his interest.

"I didn't expect you to miss it, which made me wonder if what I did was wrong. I am not Amansur's pet, at least, not the one you thought."

"Ah! Haha, in this world, you can actually encounter something interesting to me. You are not? I will also miss it. There are so many surprises, and the days that made me feel boring have become surprises. Well, you really changed my mind. An interesting little thing." Medieval raised his hand and made an incredible suggestion in a proud reward tone. "Then how, be my pet."

Half of the candle flower finally burst out, which made the servant's hand so hot that it couldn't help but shrink, but the scissors that had been stained with candle wicks closed down, cutting off the long exposed candle wicks.

The servant shook his scalded hand, leaned against his lips and blew it, and then subconsciously turned back to the guardian on the bed. The guardian was still asleep, showing no sign of waking up. It was as normal as usual, just like the countless nights he served before. He sat back on his seat again, and continued to wait intently, waiting for the guardian's almost impossible wake up, waiting for the next dawn to come.

When dawn came again and Simon opened his eyes again, he felt a little disappointed.

He slept well.

So good that only a piece of dark and sweet sleep left.

Is it because I drink too much?

No, I didn't drink it myself.

Simon couldn't help but touch his head, and his head was vaguely hurt.

That's just because I'm drunk too much?

Simon thought a little uncertainly. Anyway, I won’t have the chance to drink that much tonight. When there are only my own people, Ryan and Lothar can still be rude, but Lordaeron’s prince is here, so how can he maintain his character well! This is something that has risen to the face of the country.

Just as he was thinking about it, there were knocking on the door and Sylvie's low voices.

"Simon, have you gotten up?"

"Here, come." Simon hurried to open the door.

Silvi at the door smiled and looked at him with a smile on his face. Simon hurriedly let her in.

"What time is it now? Am I getting up late?" Simon was quite guilty when he said this. After all, he knew about himself. During the holiday, he didn't sleep until three o'clock on the sun before his mother got up.

"It's okay, it's not too late. But you'd better get some more." Silvey smiled and said, "Didn't Your Highness Ryan ask you to find Morros yesterday? Today there are so many things, Morros's housekeeper must be very busy. If you go late, you may not be able to find him."

"You're right!" Simon nodded, washed up, and followed Silvey to find the butler Morros.

The butler Moros is still very young now, of course, just compared to the old skinny undead that Simon remembers. Morros is about forty years old, and looks solemn last year. Or because today is a special and grand day, he is wearing a dress with gold edgings, and the white shirt on the cuffs is meticulously drawn to the right distance, looking decently like a high-ranking nobleman with a title, not just a small butler. Morros took off his single piece of gold-framed glasses that he had been clamped onto the bridge of his nose, took out a white silk squid and wiped it, and then put it on again.

His eyes looked particularly stern through the lenses, and fell on Silvi and Simon.

"I know this. His Highness Ryan has sent me a message early in the morning. So, please come with me."

Simon followed Morros through the upper level of Karazan, a semi-complex maze.

"It's here, please come in."

Morros pushed open the door and made an invitation gesture to ask Simon to come in.

When Yi entered the door, the servants in the door immediately came over. "Mr. Morros, why are you here? Is there anything wrong?"

Morros waved his hand and asked, "How was the adult who was last night? Are there any signs of awakening?"

"Sorry. It's like the past, and there is no sign of awakening."

"Well, I know." Morros turned around and introduced Simon to the servant. "This is Simon Master from Dalaran. He may be helpful to Lord Medivh's condition, so come here to see. Remember to explain to the shift changer when you change shifts."

After saying that, Morros turned around and said goodbye to Simon.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Simon. Logically speaking, I should be by your side to help you understand the adult's condition. However, you must also know that today is the important day for the arrival of the Envoy Lordaeron. I still have a lot to deal with, but I'll just take my leave for the time being."

"Ah, it's okay, I'll just take a look. You're going to do your business. Don't care about me."

Morros gave a look to the servant next to him, and then he politely took his leave.

Simon didn't pay attention to Morros's small movements at all. Morros yi walked to the bed and took two steps to observe Medivh's situation.

At this time, Medivh was also different from the mysterious master Simon remembered with a gloomy expression and unshaven beard. His expression was peaceful and calm. Because he was sleeping all year round, his face, which looked childish than normal age, was extremely pale, and his lips were not even bloody. His black head seemed to be carefully cared for by the servants all year round, and was neatly trimmed to his shoulders, pressing under him.

Simon frowned, walked from the end of the bed, and then walked from the end of the bed to the head of the bed.

No one knows that on the surface he seems calm, but in fact he has already started to curse people in his stomach.

Dry!

How will this end now?

He now understands why the set of spells taught by System Jun is called the basis of spells.

The magic in his mind is really useful except for brushing DPS and DPS. Oh, by the way, there is also a water rubbing bag. I don’t even have the skill to open a portal!

Simon's heart was broken.

Just like him, he is really an apprentice!

Although he knew that the mage could solve curses in World of Warcraft, he obviously didn't know this skill now.

What to do! What to do!

Haikou has boasted. Is it still too late to admit defeat now?

Just when Simon was confused on the surface, a sound that sounded like him rang in his mind.
Chapter completed!