miss mist go with the flow

Amy applauded and said with a smile: "The cooperation between the three of us is quite tacit."

Sirin also smiled, and then felt something above, looked up and saw that water droplets penetrated the wooden board and were about to drip.

"It's too bad, the wooden roof is not leak-proof!" Amy also discovered this problem. The misty forest doesn't often rain, and the days when Xilin lived here are sunny and sunny, and they both forgot about it.

"Is there any waterproof fabric?" Sirin stood up and wiped off the water droplets with her feet. "I'll deal with it now."

Amy shook her head. Her closet was full of ready-made clothes, and she couldn't even find ordinary fabrics, let alone tarps.

The star pattern cloth entrusted to Roland will not arrive until next month.

"Then use ash and wooden boards to make a partition, which can also stop this small leakage." Sirin said and was about to step out of the room.

Amy reached out and grabbed her arm, "Your wound hasn't fully healed yet, don't work in the rain, go to my room, I still have room there."

Her small tree house grows on a tree, with dense branches and leaves above, and a magic circle on the roof, so there is no possibility of rain leakage.

"Isn't this inconvenient? It will invade your living space." Sirin hesitated.

"We are friends." Ami resorted to a killer move, "It doesn't matter about such trivial matters."

Sirin had no reason to refuse, and the two quickly packed Sirin's bed and moved to Amy's tree house with their things.

Amy's tree house is divided into two rooms, one is her bedroom and the other is her study.The space in the bedroom is limited, and the relationship between the two is not close enough to sleep on the same bed without any worries, so she temporarily placed Sirin in the study.

As night fell, the two had dinner, and Amy lit up the magic lamp to start writing for today.

Sirin's injuries were not healed, and she was resting on the floor, not far from Amy's seat.

The elf girl lowered her body, sometimes frantically writing, sometimes biting her pen in a daze, sometimes raising her hand to make some gestures, then took out the manuscript paper, and drew a vague human figure with a few strokes.

Her legs were resting on the seat, and her shoes had been kicked off when she entered the room. Her little feet couldn't reach the ground, and she often kicked and swayed unconsciously. attitude.

The light dragged the shadow, and the bare feet caught Sirin's sight. The back of the foot was arched, the white jade-colored little finger was curled up, and the shimmer reflected on the well-manicured nails, like the most exquisite artwork, let Sirin There was an urge to step forward and play.

I heard that among the upper-class nobles, some weirdos like the feeling of being trampled on by girls. Sirin couldn't understand it at all before, but when she saw Amy's feet today, she suddenly understood the hobby of those people.

If it is such a perfect artwork, Sirin can also accept it, and she is extremely happy.

Maybe it was because her gaze was too hot, Amy noticed it, she suddenly drew her feet together, put them on the rungs of the chair obediently, and her sitting posture became much more correct.

Sirin felt ashamed of being caught, her cheeks were hot, and she couldn't help rubbing her hands.

Amy's voice came from above, "If you can't sleep, you can read a book, the books in the room are not bad."

Sirin responded sullenly, but couldn't help but look at the elf's legs and feet. She took a deep breath, collected her mind, and asked, "Is there any recommended work?"

"Hmm..." Amy subconsciously thought of "Legend of the Wind Sword", but guessing that Sirin had read this book several times, she took out two books from the desk drawer, turned sideways, and placed them on Sirin. at hand.

"This is my latest work. The sales outside seem to be pretty good. Do you like it?"

Sirin took the book, ""The Red Dragon King and the Twelve Knights"? The title seems quite interesting."

"The turning of the wheel of fate often starts with a small incident. When Leah came back from driving the flock, she never thought that the fainted old man by the side of the road would be her most important mentor for the rest of her life..."

Sirin is the type who reads out aloud when reading a book. Amy complained in her heart while drawing Leah's dress shape on the paper.

Her book was indeed not as popular as Roland said. Sirin hadn't responded even after seeing the title of the book, obviously she hadn't read it.

Damn, I always hit the street in my previous life, I thought I could really become a best-selling author this time!

Amy felt a little tempered in her heart, so she bulged up the cup for Leah's dress figure, and marked it in small words on the side:

"The emperor's steady chest muscles make the knights yearn even more. They are fighting partners on the battlefield. Chest muscles and strength! Sword and glory! Cheers!"

The light of the magic lamp is much more stable than that of the oil lamp. Amy put down the drawing and propped her face in thought.

The book "Red Dragon King" has been written to the sixth volume. Although the inspiration comes from the legend of King Arthur, the story in it has been changed a lot by Amy Mo. The next plot is Leah leading the knights, and a Fight against the barbarian lords who invaded the land of the Red Dragon Empire.

What she was thinking about was whether to distribute the bento box and which knight to distribute it to.

Historical legends, how can there be no one who is immortal, close to his subordinates and sacrifice, this kind of stimulation makes Leah awaken more power belonging to the dragon, and then triggers the identity thinking of dragons and humans...

This is a reasonable plot arrangement for perfecting the character design, not scribbling.

While thinking, she scratched the pen tip randomly on the paper, and when Amy regained her mind, she found that the traces of those scratches had formed a name.

"Ecorant."

The uncle of the Red Dragon King Leah, a knight who taught her martial arts, is also one of the few among the twelve knights who knows her female identity.

Amy sighed, it's God's will, it's not her fault.

After settling on the idea, the rest is simple. Amy's pen tip dances on the paper, and the words fall in their proper positions one by one.

The night was darker, and the rainwater hit the leaves outside the window, making a light patter sound, and the sound of rubbing paper and pen formed a special symphony.

Sirin was lying on her side, with the book in front of her eyes, but her gaze went beyond the pages and fell on the elf girl.

Amy, who writes seriously, looks extraordinarily attractive.

Every frown and frown of hers, every pause and re-start of writing, all involve Xilin's mind.

"The sound of the rain is really disturbing, I can't sleep because of it."

Sirin thought so, but couldn't bear to look away.

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ps: I was unwell yesterday, I was gooing all day, I made up for it today~

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Volume 13: Chapter [-] The Merchant's Visit

This autumn rain fell intermittently for several days, and it took several days for it to clear up completely.

The two people in the room reached a tacit consensus. Amy didn't chase her away, and Sirin didn't mention moving back to the wooden house, so she stayed in Amy's study.

It is worth mentioning that driving away those mercenaries was also judged as a task by the system, and Amy was given corresponding rewards, which increased her magic power a little.

The days were so unhurried. The two men repaired the house and made furniture during the day. Sirin also dug a diversion canal and a drainage ditch. The two houses on the open space were all completed, and the one on the left became a bathroom. The one on the right is the kitchen.

In view of the previous rain leakage problem, Sirin also made gable roofs for the two wooden houses and added a waterproof layer.

The scenery near the tree house is becoming more and more homely. Amy thought, when Roland brings the vegetable seeds over and raises a few Cangfang beasts in captivity, it will really be a home.

In the evening, Amy was crouching at the desk to write, and Sirin lay on the floor not far from her feet, reading by the light.

Sirin's reading speed is very slow. Each volume of "Red Dragon King" has more than [-] words. She read it for more than half a month and only read the third volume.

She is also obsessed with the protagonist in the book, the Red Dragon Emperor Leah who is disguised as a man, and wonders if she can restore the nirvana "Oath Sword" described in the book in reality.

During this period, Sirin's wound flared up again, but she actively cooperated with Amy's treatment, and finally managed to keep the clothes on her body, and did not fall into a situation where she had nothing to wear.

Half a month passed in a flash, and this morning, Amy got up early, stacked the manuscripts of this month, read them through and checked them, and stepped out of the room only after deciding that there was no problem.

Sirin was exercising in the morning, and the silver-white long sword danced in her hands. The sound of the wind and the sword energy resonated in harmony, dancing brilliantly.

"The person in charge of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce will pay a visit today. Do you have anything to buy?" Amy asked.

Sirin stopped the sword in her hand and shook her head.

Amy had thought about it, and suggested with a smile: "Buy a few sets of clothes, it's not appropriate to wear it all the time."

Sirin's two sets of swordsman uniforms were torn, and the clothes she wore these days were all changed from Amy's clothes.

Sirin looked shy and pursed her lips.

Amy said: "If you feel embarrassed, these expenses will be recorded in the account first, and you will pay me back when you have money in the future."

After getting along with each other these days, Amy has roughly figured out Sirin's character.

Sure enough, as soon as the excuse of "keeping accounts" was brought up, Sirin quickly agreed.

Amy leaned against the railing, pretending to write on the note in her hand.

In fact, she had already written down the relevant content of buying clothes, and through many times of visual inspection and palm contact, she had already grasped the data of Xilin's figure, and there was absolutely no error.

"In terms of food, I plan to order white flour and ovens, and some jam." Amy continued, "Carpets, curtains, buckets... there are some things we can make, but buying them is more convenient and easy to use, isn't it? ?”

Sirin always had a shy smile on her face.

She could feel that Amy was doing her best to make her feel at home, and she was doing a good job.

The period of "living together" with Amy was a rare moment of peace in her wandering life, and Sirin cherished this time very much.

"Well, there shouldn't be anything missing..."

Amy held up the note, glanced up and down against the morning light, and nodded with satisfaction.

There are more things to be purchased this time than in the past six months, and she plans to ask Roland to expedite the delivery.

As compensation, this month's "Red Dragon King" has written [-] more characters, and added a few drawings to accompany the text, which can be said to be full of sincerity.

Roland didn't keep Amy waiting too long. Around [-]:[-] a.m., the bramble bush sensed that a visitor was visiting with a certificate.

Amy originally planned to take Sirin to meet Roland, but Sirin rejected the proposal.

"My identity is not convenient for too many people to know, sorry..."

Sirin has said so, of course Amy will not make things difficult for her.

When Roland walked through the thorn bushes and came near the tree house, Sirin had already hid in the study.

"Hello, Mr. Roland~"

Amy greeted with a smile, and saw a shocked expression on Roland's face as expected.

The middle-aged businessman widened his eyes, tugged at his tie, glanced at the two wooden houses and the canals on the ground, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and murmured: "Mr. Miwu, these, these are all done by you alone. ?"

"Isn't it great?" Ami put her hands behind her back and spun half a circle with one foot on the ground, and the hem of her skirt drew a beautiful arc. "Does it feel like your human village home?"

Roland nodded in a daze, but the thought in the merchant's mind at the moment was, Mr. Miwu spent so much effort in building the house, would he still have the energy to finish this month's manuscript?

He took a deep breath and sighed sincerely: "It's really amazing! It's indeed Teacher Miwu! By the way, this is the item you entrusted to purchase last time."

The businessman walked to the desk and chair and tapped the storage ring on his hand.

He first took out a few bottles and jars, which still contained salt, pepper and other condiments for cooking, and then two bolts of high-quality silk cloth, ten feet of star-patterned cloth shimmering with magic power, Two bottles of star-pattern ink packaged in special glass bottles, three high-quality star-pattern pens specially used for drawing magic runes...

These things are placed separately on the wooden table, occupying most of the table.

Amy flipped it a few times casually, and nodded in satisfaction.

With these things, the knowledge she found about scroll making will come into play.

After counting the goods, Roland bowed slightly, and said anxiously: "Mr. Miwu, the goods you want have been delivered. Do you want to read this month's manuscript?"

"It's ready!" Amy took out a stack of manuscript paper and handed it to Roland.

The businessman looked at the thickness of the manuscript paper, and it didn't decrease but increased, and he felt much more at ease.

He was really worried that Teacher Miwu was obsessed with side jobs and forgot to write manuscripts.

According to the distribution process, after the chamber of commerce receives the manuscript, it needs to double-check the correctness and check the words and sentences. After that, it will be handed over to the publishing department to make a sample magazine, a second review, and then contact the headquarters to make the distribution channel... In short, after a series of operations, I will get it this month. The manuscript will not be completed until next month at the earliest, and it will be delivered to booksellers everywhere even later.

If there is a problem with the manuscript supply, which affects the release next month, those fanatical book fans will definitely come to the chamber of commerce to make trouble.

He, the docking editor and regional head of the chamber of commerce, is about to suffer. He has an iron back and can't wash it off.

When Roland took over the manuscript, Amy reminded: "There are very important contents in this manuscript, Mr. Roland had better read it first to avoid mistakes."

After that, Amy began to tidy up the things on the table to make time for Roland to read the manuscript.

The businessman originally planned to take it back for retrial, but after hearing Amy's suggestion, he couldn't help but become curious about the content of the manuscript.

Roland's review was different from Sirin's intensive reading. He was very fast, reading ten lines at a glance, and finished reading the manuscript in less than an hour.

After reading the manuscript, he frowned slightly, with a strange expression on his face.

In the story of the volume of "Red Dragon King", the uncle who taught Leah's spear skills, the old knight Ekrant died heroically in the battle with the barbarian lord, Leah was stimulated by this, and awakened some of the power of the red dragon , she destroyed the enemy with the flame of the dragon, and then faced the ruins of the barbarian territory, but doubted her own identity and position...

In the real world, Emperor Ertor, the Zhongxing Emperor of the Red Dragon Empire, also had a very respected uncle. That uncle died in the war with the northern savages. Subsequent historical records show that the death of his uncle made Emperor Ertor very angry. He, who has always been kind and caring for the people, ordered the massacre of the city after capturing the fortress of the wildlings in the north...

There are many evidences of this massacre in the history books, and it was after this incident that Emperor Eltor showed his bloody and brutal side, causing many killings.

Is Teacher Miwu using stories to insinuate history?

Will the death of an important character in the protagonist group cause dissatisfaction among readers and lead to abandonment of the book?

Roland is the exclusive editor of "The Red Dragon King". After careful consideration, he concluded that there is nothing wrong with the story this time.

The death of the old knight Eklant was very tragic, and Teacher Misty's excellent emotional mobilization ability deeply infected him, let alone ordinary readers.