Crimson Servant.

Chapter 214 Client

Dahlia Snow stepped on the snowy road with only a few footprints, and the sound of her footsteps pulled the thoughts of the eldest daughter of the Northrend noble family away from her heavy schoolwork. The children of the Snow family had to understand their environment and territory affairs very early in order to prepare for the succession that could come at any time. The harsh environment and the habit of doing everything personally made every patriarch of the Snow family not long-lived. Under the influence of the family, Dahlia felt a sense of urgency of being chased by time a long time ago.

I hope this time things will change, Dalia thought.

Dalia Snow was not originally a candidate for the next patriarch. Before her brother disappeared, the family had not trained her as an heir. The hasty arrangement forced the responsible girl to grit her teeth and persevere, but Dalia, who was not fully prepared, was obviously not up to standard in many aspects. Her father's disappointed eyes and the fear of failing Snow's reputation made Dalia feel heavy-hearted and she kept forcing herself.

Until recently, Dalia found a turning point. In her brother's room, she found a small piece of ore that she was not familiar with. The disappearance of Snow's eldest son, who was in charge of mining, was probably related to the ore he left in his room. After asking around in the family without success, Dalia Snow approached a famous adventurer in Northrend.

Because of Lucien Tyril.

I hope this adventurer, who is highly praised by his subjects, can bring good news.

Dahlia came to the temple and looked at the slightly dilapidated site. She felt sorry for the Snow family's ancient patron saint enshrined in the temple. Northrend was not rich, and the Snow family was devoted to the construction of the territory, so they inevitably neglected the guardian of the snow. Even the offerings to the gods would be given priority to the food sent down by the snow disaster. The temple that was built at the beginning has now become almost an empty shell, and has become an orphanage for adopting orphans in the territory.

There's no point in continuing to blame yourself! Dalia! Look forward! Think of something you can do!

Dalia rubbed her face and transformed herself into the strong and steady eldest daughter of the Snow family before pushing open the door to the inner hall.

Dalia Snow pushed open the door, and a dazzling light shone directly on her body, causing a drastic change. Dalia looked at her attacker nervously, and saw Mr. Lucien and the child beside him. Her body, which had just reacted to the battle, relaxed.

She was wearing a beautiful... men's outfit? Her vision was raised a little, and Dalia had a feeling that she had been turned into a man.

"Another prince!" Lucien's voice echoed throughout the room, and the children's expressions became more excited as the man introduced them.

"Where is this prince from? Oh, he is from our Northrend. He is Prince Snow. This kind prince heard about Princess Ashley's birthday and even though he was busy, he took time out to send his blessings to Ashley."

Lucien's introduction and the blushing children made Dahlia understand the situation. It was due to some little magic of Mr. Lucien that the eldest daughter of Snow raised the corners of her mouth and gave the best performance and blessings amid the children's screams.

John Kemp stared at all this coldly, his gaze seemed to be able to poke several holes in the back of Lucien, the noisy child.

"You're right, Francis, he did prepare a wonderful answer." Even though John had just arrived, he had heard of the reputation of the Snow family in Northrend. The blessing of the respected and admired Snow family was undoubtedly the best gift for these children.

But we became a funny foil. Watching the last "prince" surrounded by children, the warlock felt that he and Francis were forgotten in the corner, a ball of air that was out of tune with the whole illusion.

"Of course, no one invited us in." Francis looked at the cheerful atmosphere in front of him and was gradually infected by it.

John was stunned for a moment, and recalled in his mind Francis' initial suggestion that the two of them go into the temple to avoid the cold. None of them were afraid of the cold.

"Francis, I remember..."

The increasingly suspicious sorcerer zeroed in on Francis, but the dark elf quickly interrupted him.

"Come on, John, the party is over, it's our turn now."

Francis took quick steps and waved back for John to follow.

The children reluctantly left the side of Lucien and Snow "Prince" under the drive of Sister Kersey. The illusionist and the noble stood side by side, looking at the two foreign "princes" who came forward. The illusion dissipated like a mist, and the four of them saw each other for the first time.

Lucien was wearing a light brown leather jacket, looking neat and tidy. His hair was carefully combed and neatly stuck to his head. His small eyes were habitually narrowed, and his thin lips were stretched out into an arc.

His smile was stiff and hypocritical, as if he had just lifted the illusion and put on a human skin mask.

"Oh, Francis, what brings you here?" Lucien opened his arms, but when the dark elf got close enough for a hug, he retracted his arms.

Francis also laughed, because he was not used to making such an expression, and his smile looked as hypocritical and stiff as Lucien's, but more dangerous. When John saw Francis laugh, Lucien stopped laughing.

"At least it's not the north wind."

The two began to communicate as if in a secret code, and in the familiar conversation, Lucian gradually recovered from Francis's hunting smile and regained his confidence.

"Time is up?"

"The time has come."

"Are all the people here?"

"Everything is ready."

The question and answer made the sorcerer frown. Just as John was trying to decipher the communication between the two, he noticed that Prince Snow opposite him glanced at him.

Francis's friend area separated John and Dalia, and under the guidance of the breath, they found the same kind of people who were equally puzzled.

Dahlia gave the sorcerer a friendly smile. The familiar scrutinizing look in John's eyes reminded the young noble daughter of her strict father, and she couldn't help but straighten her back.

John saw "Prince" Snow opposite him inexplicably thrusting out her broad chest towards him, and he averted his gaze as if he was looking at a lunatic.

Lucien clapped twice, attracting everyone's attention. He glanced at the sorcerer and then moved his gaze to Dahlia Snow.

"Dear Miss Dalia, can you arrange a suitable place for us to talk about that thing?"

Dahlia nodded obediently, looking at the elf and the sorcerer with a look full of hope.

"Of course, Mr. Lucien, so these two are..."

"The best fighter."

Lucien noticed John's increasingly cold gaze, and the smile in his eyes became even brighter.

"With a young man."

(End of this chapter)