Chapter 934： wake

Nikaton City.

The short-touch wand suddenly woke up from his sleep. The first thing he woke up was to explore his body, so as not to lose an arm or a leg.

Fortunately, he is still with his limbs, and there is no wound in his body, because the nightmare of yesterday was a sweat.

"It's crazy." The short-touch wand glared at his forehead. The details of yesterday's nightmare were clearly visible. The monster's hair short-touch wand can be remembered clearly.

But there are still a lot of interesting parts in that nightmare, for example, he can summon his rift character into reality.

The short-touch wand looked at the blue sky outside, and the current time should be around nine in the morning.

In half a month, the wound on his body recovered well. Now, at least for a short distance, there is no need to worry about the tearing of the wound.

He re-applied his apprentice robe in Nolan and pushed the door of his room to ask where to eat breakfast.

But the first time I opened the door and touched the wand, I felt that something was wrong.

The servants in this manor are gone!

The short-touch wand came to the hall along the corridor. He remembered that when he came to the hall yesterday, he could see that the girl servant was cleaning in the hall, and the guards wandered around the hallway.

But today, all the guard maids are gone, and there is no one in the whole manor!

The cold sweat flowed from the forehead of the short-touch wand. He suddenly remembered the massacre of the monsters last night. The entire manor removed the person with the role of the world's rift, and almost no one else could survive.

Wouldn't it be a dream yesterday?

This horrible thought popped up in the mind of the short-touch wand, but he soon heard a loud noise coming out of the window.

The short-touch wand came to the window on the second floor and saw the garden below gather more than a dozen long tables. The attendants of the manor were sitting on the edge of the long table.

It was originally held outside the party!

The short-touch wand took a long breath and he knew that the nightmare that was so exciting yesterday was just a dream.

Just as the short-touch wand was about to go downstairs, an old butler suddenly walked into the hall and walked quickly to him.

"Respected Carrillo." The old housekeeper gently bowed to the short-touch wand.

"Respect? Adult?"

The short-touch wand heard his description and took a step back, looking at the old butler with amazement.

He is still very clear about his position, that is, Miss Haimina's small follow-up, he can eat at this manor, completely in the face of Haimina.

If you really want to talk about status, he may be a lower level than the housekeeper, at most, a guard who knows some spells.

But now the housekeeper respects that the short-touch wand is not used to it.

"You...you call my real name." The short-touch wand is somewhat uncertain.

"How can this be? You are our VIP of Nicaron City. The owner has told you to entertain you," said the butler.

VIP?

When the short-touch wand suddenly remembered the dinner yesterday, the attitude of Count Nikaton when asked about his identity was completely 'it was originally a kid from the country', which is not a scorn but not a VIP. .

He does not think that by the identity of Haimina, he can be regarded as a VIP by the nobleman of the Piaget class.

"The Count of Nikaton has been waiting for you in the garden for a long time." The butler made a gesture of asking.

"Wait for me for a long time?"

The short-touch wand is more and more strange, but there is no way to be someone else's home. He can only follow the butler and walk out of the hall, all the way to the garden like what is being held.

After coming to the garden, the short-touch wand realized that it was not quite right. The banquet tables and chairs were surrounded by the manor's attendants. There was no food or drink on the table, but the interface of the magic net.

This scene reminds the short-touch wand of the atmosphere in the Hearthstone Tavern, but the Hearthstone Tavern is much more lively than here!

In the end, the short-touch wand, led by the butler, found the Count of Nikaton who was sitting at the end of the garden.

Seeing the count again, the feeling of short-touching the wand is quite complicated. After all, in the dream of last night... He saw the count’s head flying into the sky.

"Carrillo... No, you should call you a short-touch wand master, you finally woke up!" County Nikaton greeted him with a sigh of relief after seeing his short-handed wand.

Grandmaster? What is this strange name, and why is it directly called the name in the magic net?

The short-touch wand was so enthusiastic and solemnly entertained that it would be very vigilant for a moment and a half, and there seemed to be hundreds of slimes in the heart.

If it wasn’t for the hospitality of the great aristocracy yesterday, the short-touch wand thought that he had met a new type of fraud.

He looked around and found Hermione's figure. Hemina was sitting on the other side of the long table. She noticed what she said in a low voice after touching the wand.

I can't hear her words with a short touch wand...

"Country of Nikaton, do you have anything?"

The short-touch wand began to ponder what was valuable in his body, or as he did not read the novels in the library, he actually came from a hidden family of nobles, but he just didn't know?

"You should remember the battle last night?" said the Count of Nikaton, and instantly let the short-touch wand smash there.

Which is not a nightmare? Still remember what... Is your head flying nearly ten meters high? The arc of the landing is also pretty.

"Remember." The short-touch wand nodded, and the words he thought in his heart did not dare to say to the count.

"That's fine." Earl of Nikaton heard a sigh of relief. "The dream of last night was really a disaster. After I woke up, few people remembered it. Finally I investigated and found that only the leaves of the world tree are held. The talents have memories."

In fact, this kind of memory whose head has been cut off is better.

The short-touch wand clenched his mouth tightly, and the most important thing to live in front of the noble lord is... don't talk.

"The short-touch wand master, your performance in the dream yesterday is like the **** of the light." Count Nikaton did not blame his own words.

"Oh, I am playing the Holy Pastor. If you cut the talent of the Shadow Priest, it is estimated that those spiders are not enough."

The short-touch wand said that he realized that he was eventually a mouthful. In fact, although he served as a healing character in the team copy, he has been secretly collecting the shadow priest's equipment.

As mentioned by the Count of Nikaton, he could not help but say his ambition in the rift of the world.

"Shadow, sacred... I spent the morning studying the warrior profession of this game. The pastor has not studied it. This game is more complicated than I thought." Count Nikaton said here, once again looking at the short-touch wand. Say, "I said so much, just want to ask the short touch wand master you one thing... Are you willing to settle in this city?"