Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 387: Stubborn Valera
Of course, it is possible that the requirements of both sides are almost the same. After all, most of the older women who hold power in the Icefield Palace are the Queen Mother's entourage.

But Daisy was not crazy enough to deliver herself directly to her enemy just for a title.

So, this arrangement for Princess Rosalind was the best for both of them.

Although the chief maid was not in the palace, it made sense.

After all, the Ice Kingdom is a strange place, and they must leave a trustworthy person outside who is qualified to enter the palace at any time.

If Sophia is not around, Princess Rosalind can appoint her own personal maid at will.

Daisy grumbled, unwillingly.

Princess Rosalind smiled helplessly: "I will give you the same treatment as Sofia, now you should be happy, right?"

Daisy quickly perked up after hearing this, and gave Sophia a haughty look.

Sophia gave her a sweet smile in return, and then she no longer looked at the woman who had caused her doubts, and said with a look of regret, “It’s actually a good thing that I stayed outside.

My little birds have been badly damaged... I don't know when they can be replenished."

"I don't understand." Princess Rosalind looked at her, "Why doesn't the big banyan tree hurt the little birds?
I know that Lord Lowry can also control birds, but he can't control all of them, right?"

At this moment, there were groups of birds of all sizes circling in Qingfeng Valley, looking extremely angry because their homes had been robbed.

Although the birds like bright colors very much, they cannot accept that when spring comes and everyone is preparing to look for new rings in a tender and affectionate manner, the nest they have built with great effort turns into a dance hall.

Is that where you sleep?

It was sparkling, colorful, and clearly still glowing.

What to do at night?

If someone could understand what the birds are chirping, they would know how dirty their curses are.

Sophia, there are only one or two bird calls that I can understand, and they are both the most common small birds...but, generally speaking, they are all chattering.

So, she actually understood some of the curses coming from the other side of the valley.

Sophia didn't know whether the banyan tree could understand the curses, but it was obvious that it had no intention of taking revenge on the little birds who were extremely angry because of the sudden change.

She pondered in her heart, but answered firmly: "This can only mean that the person has controlled all the birds in his territory.

That’s why the big banyan tree is so permissive towards the little bird that has the aura of a lord.”

"How did he do that?" Princess Rosalind asked seriously, "Even the chief of Cebephia, the most powerful elder, probably doesn't have this ability, right?"

If there really was such a powerful person, it would be impossible for Sebefia to hide so deeply.

It is because his strength and ability are no different from other nobles that he can hide some little secrets.

Moreover, it cannot be used casually outside, and Sebefia would not dare to use it against anyone with a little bit of skill.

Otherwise, he would have been caught long ago.

An overly powerful existence, like the deterrent power of a dragon, cannot be hidden.

The flowers and plants around him reveal his extraordinaryness.

“He has live feathers,” Sophia said sadly, “and a pair.

In the inheritance sequence of Sebefia, he is not as good as me!

Purple eyes are just a bloodline superiority, not strength superiority."

"Are you talking about a level 10 mage?" Jonathan suddenly interrupted grimly, "Cebephia seems to think that as long as they have their inheritance, the proper professional level is meaningless!

But I don’t think you have that ability.”

Sophia was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on a smile: "Captain Jonathan, you misunderstood.

Of course, Sebefia also respects strength, but among people with the same conditions, those with strong bloodline inheritance have more advantages.

Besides, among the nobles, the direct descendants must be stronger!
I am a part of Sebephia!
Therefore, when I talk about relevant matters, I must follow the nobility..."

"Mage Lori Montes has nothing to do with Cebephia." Jonathan looked down at her arrogantly, "You can claim to be Cebephia, but don't drag Baron Lori into this.

You are not qualified to change his family for him.

Montes is no worse than Cebephia."

Princess Rosalind suddenly realized that although Jonathan looked young, that was because he was already level 16, much younger than his peers.

This person was also the one who once accompanied the White Dragon King in his battles!
And, the former Count of Montes was also a comrade-in-arms.

Although they will not sacrifice their lives for the so-called comradeship, they will help each other to a certain extent.

Sophia's words clearly showed that Cebephia's bloodline was very noble, and that it was lucky for Lori, who was born into the Montes family, to be able to awaken to a certain extent.

Some things, even if they are facts, should not be spoken casually in front of the relevant parties.

What's more, Baron Lori is already a level 10 mage at such a young age, and his talent and strength are not inferior at all.

How can Sophia, who can't even rely on blood inheritance, have the right to look down on others?
Princess Rosalind glanced at Sofia, who was still a little confused, and said, “Sophia, don’t you hate Cebefia?

How come you are still so brainwashed!"

Sophia suddenly shook her head: "No, this is probably not what I meant."

She gave a bitter smile and said, “Captain Jonathan, if you hear me talking like this again in the future, please just point it out.

I, in fact, don’t know why I would say this. The Reed family… has nothing… Never mind, this is my fate.”

Princess Rosalind frowned slightly: Sophia was controlled so deeply?

But this is simply impossible!
Of course, they also have the sobering jewelry and brain-stimulating potions that His Majesty Travis got!
These people would be given drinks directly every few days, and they had to drink them in front of the guards, otherwise they would not be able to leave.

No matter how strong the control is, it will be almost wiped out by these means.

As for things like controlling artifacts, that is absolutely impossible.

So, there can only be one reason.

Among her delegation, there was a proper Sebephia, and a superior with purple eyes.

After all, Sophia was by her side most of the time, and there were very few opportunities to strengthen her control.

Therefore, it must be someone who can perform the spell of bewitching within an instant after contact.

Rosalind still remembered what Sofia had told her about Cebephia, and knew that only a superior with purple eyes could do this, but it was useless to be stronger than Sofia.

Did you take the disguise potion?

She couldn't help but pinch her palm, wondering what excuse she could use to get everyone in the delegation to take the digestion potion.

But she didn't want this to happen in the Northern Kingdom.

Only those who are caught by her after she gets out can be used by her.

Coincidentally, Sophia's exposure caused her to lose a trump card.

If there is such a person who can be used, then, let Sophia become bait to attract other people's attention, and then secretly...

'Bang!' 'Bang!'

Several loud noises interrupted her thoughts.

Princess Rosalind looked up blankly, her eyes widened in surprise: "What are you doing?"

The walls of Qingfeng Valley began to break and sink in large pieces, and even the lakeside pier in the distance was shaking.

"The aerial roots grew too fast and too violently, causing the foundation to sink." Jonathan observed for a while before answering.

"Ah?" Princess Rosalind smiled curiously, "What should they do then?"
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"What can I do?"

Taylor, who was leaning against the window and trying to look out, asked the same question.

Charles looked at him and asked, "Are your eyes not sore?"

The crystal window was changing colors almost all the time, and tears would come out if I looked at it for too long.

But Valera still refused to come out.

Just now she thought she was embarrassed to come out to see people, but now, Charles suspected that it was because the power of the banyan tree increased too quickly, and Valera had to enter a state of meditation to prevent the energy from bursting her body.

This is a good thing, but also very painful.

The energy infused from the big banyan tree is absolutely abundant and powerful.

Valeera can use this to increase her energy crazily... Compared to other professions that need to start honing their expertise at level 10, ordinary swordsmen actually have the rudiments of their expertise from the very beginning.

After all, if you want to become a swordsman, you have to struggle out of pain.

The training of willpower and the development of the body were all completed at the very beginning.

Therefore, swordsman is the only profession that can directly skip levels.

However, generally speaking, it is difficult for a swordsman to advance beyond his level.

There is no way, talent is still talent. When others absorb external energy, no matter how bad it is, it is still a stream.

As for them, swordsmen, it's like water dripping through a stone.

By the time they reach level 10, the knights' specialties and other skills will have been almost completed.

So, it looks like there is no difference.

In this regard, Valeera is much stronger than ordinary swordsmen. After all, the banyan tree is always assisting her in absorbing energy.

Even if it is lower, the person who never stops is definitely stronger.

Charles glanced worriedly in the direction of the bedroom.

The most important issue now is Valeera's competitive spirit.

This kind of energy infusion can certainly help Valeera make rapid progress, but Valeera is in severe pain every minute and every second.

She also had to be careful not to let the energy damage her body, so she had to be clear-headed and feel it all.

If she couldn't bear it, the banyan tree would definitely stop moving forward.

But...how could Valeera give up so easily?
Charisse sighed in worry.

Taylor walked back: "Sister Valera just needs our support and..."

He stretched out his left hand, and in his palm was a white feather.

(End of this chapter)