The milk tea was warm, just right.

The sweet taste swelled in her mouth, and Cole squinted her eyes comfortably.

Rosalind looked at Sivir and Cole, her gaze softening slightly.

But in an instant, she looked at Sivir with a mocking expression.

“Sylvie, remember the bet between you and us, 300,000 Mora.”

"By the way, it's not 300,000 in total, but 300,000 per person."

Sivir rolled her eyes.

"You're taking advantage of the situation! The betting odds were clearly not like that!"

"My 300,000 should clearly be split among the three of you!"

"That won't do, we'd be at a huge disadvantage."

Rosalyn refused.

Sivir simply waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, I don't have any Mora on me right now. Just put it on my tab. I'll put it on Pantalone's tab."

A look of nostalgia suddenly flashed in Sivir's eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've ruined the Mora in Pantalone; I'm starting to miss it."

Seeing Sivir's genuine expression, Rosalind couldn't help but chuckle.

Pantalone probably doesn't miss you much.

Sivir rolled her eyes.

“I don’t miss him either; I miss his Mora.”

Freebies always seem the best.

Rosalind, who was lying on her side on the sofa, chuckled softly and did not refute what Sivir said.

Just as everyone was enjoying their milk tea and having fun in the warm workshop, the lights in the workshop suddenly went out.

Sylvie looked up blankly, and Columbia and Sandoni, who had been chasing and playing, also stopped.

The bright moonlight shone into the workshop, illuminating it completely.

"Sandonie, your workshop still experiences power outages?"

Sivir asked in surprise, and Sandoni was also somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe the lines are broken in some places, I'll go fix them."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, Sandone. It's already so late."

Rosalyn spoke gently, and a wisp of fire suddenly appeared from her fingertip. With a flick of her wrist, the fire quietly flew into the fireplace.

The fire immediately ignited the fireplace, and the flames shone on everyone's faces, making them glow red.

Sandoni paused for a moment, thought for a second, and then his gaze suddenly stopped on Sivir's face.

Her gaze lingered on Sivir for a few seconds, then she gave a cold snort and subtly looked away.

"Okay, I'll go get some snacks."

There are quite a few people here, so let's treat it as a fireplace tea party.

Columbia immediately followed.

Sivir was about to grab something to eat from the chat group when she suddenly remembered the good thing the Doctor had done before.

The food items in the chat group now are all bombs; who knows if they contain any spells from the Doctor's teachings?

Sivir had no choice but to reluctantly withdraw her hand.

That damn hooded man, I'll definitely find a chance to beat him to his knees and beg for mercy later!

Several tens of minutes later, Rosalyn raised her head in surprise.

Why hasn't Sandonna returned yet?

Even if I cooked some food, it shouldn't have taken this long, right?

Just as she was about to get up to check, she heard a rustling sound coming from the doorway.

Everyone looked up and saw that Columbia and Sandone were empty-handed, while Pronia was carrying various foods behind them.

Bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, Pronia became the sole source of labor.

It served everyone present diligently without any complaints.

Placed right in the center was a rather large cake.

Sivir looked at the cake, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

He looked up and glanced around at everyone, staring at them with surprise.

Is someone having a birthday today?

As for why I guessed that... it's simply because the cake had the words "Happy Birthday" written on it.

"No."

Sandonne immediately denied it.

"I just want to eat it, is that not allowed?"

Sivir was speechless, looking at the cake and then at Sandoni.

That seems like a reason.

But is it really necessary to just write "Happy Birthday"?

Columbia suddenly laughed.

Columbia raised her hand, and moonlight quietly gathered in her palm. A candle made of lunar moment force was gently inserted into the cake.

"Make a wish, Sivir."

Chapter 472 Columbia has some traces of the Demon Orb.

Sivir blinked and looked down at the lit Moon Torque candle.

He rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

"Today is not my birthday."

Sandoni rolled his eyes on the spot, while Rosalind, who was lying on her side on the sofa, secretly laughed to herself and raised her hand to cover her mouth.

Even Cole looked at Sivir with a pained expression, wondering if Sivir had some issues with her emotional intelligence.

No?

What nonsense are you spouting at a time like this?

They clearly want to give you a replacement!

Of course, like Sivir, Capitano was also a little uncomfortable.

Capitano felt he didn't belong in such a cozy setting.

He is better suited to places like training grounds and battlefields.

Columbia placed her finger on her chin and hesitated for a moment.

"We know."

Your birthday was a long time ago.

"But it is your eighteenth birthday after all. After that day, you will be considered an adult."

Columbia looked at Sandone, her gaze lingering on Sandone's face for a moment before settling on Sivir.

She opened her eyes, her expression gentler than even Sandoni had ever seen.

“At eighteen, Sandone and I both feel that it needs a bit of a ceremony, right?”

"So Sandogne then..."

"Columbia!!!"

Sandonne suddenly roared in exasperation!

"I already said, I wanted to eat it myself!"

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you!"

"It's up to you whether you allow it or not!"

"What does this have to do with me!"

Columbia blinked blankly.

what?

Didn't you come up with this suggestion first?

But that confusion lasted only a moment before it completely disappeared.

A thought struck her, and as she looked at Sandone, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and the little wings behind her head flapped twice.

Columbia then took out a phonograph, placed it on the table with a click, and gently tapped it with her pale hand.

Sandonne's eyes suddenly widened!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Columbia in shock!

No?

Why are you still filming?!

"Sylvia, this phonograph seems to be broken. Can you fix it for me?"

"By the way, there might be some little secrets inside, can you not look at them?"

Sivir's lips curled up slightly.

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