Regarding this situation, Brian couldn't help but sigh secretly that he was a voter who inherited the fine tradition of the second generation of magic goddesses.

In fact, if you imagine these voters as lustful men who can't walk when they see beautiful women, you can understand what they do.

This is like a strong man can have three wives and four concubines in the harem, so why can’t women?

Elaszhuo and Storm among the seven sisters in the Northland are the voters who fully embody this tradition.

Unfortunately, due to their identity, status, or strength, no player can win the hearts of these voters and let them climb onto their beds.

Even so, there are still players who are entering and leaving the valley area one after another, tirelessly trying to highlight favorability.

"Hello, Ms. Storm, I feel deeply regretful of your experience. The gods are really cruel." Brian held the hand of the leader of the harpist, "May the blessing of the Mother of Magic be with you and help you through the disaster at present."

"May the Goddess' blessings accompany you, sir, I have learned your purpose from the Goddess' oracle." Storm smiled slightly, paused for a moment, and said, "But before this, you need to see an old friend who has been waiting in the Misty Valley for a long time."

An old friend?

Brian let go of his hand and looked up at the storm. He subconsciously looked towards the door of the hall when he noticed her smiling eyes.

In the hazy light reflected by the dusk, he saw a drow girl appearing in his sight.

The young Dower is as slender as a human girl, looking delicate and fragile. Her black forged skin makes her look like a living statue, wearing a black soft tight leather jacket and mail, making her look like an exquisite painting.

Even in the eyes of the extraordinary elf, she is extremely beautiful, with delicate and distinctive facial features, thick white hair like clouds, like the fluorescent snow under the moonlight.

The changeable face is as naughty as a child at this moment, but in the next second he becomes an iceberg beauty. His big blue almond eyes are emitting intelligence and naughty at all times.

"Brian!"

When this cheerful and windy girl saw him, she showed a look of surprise, and her slightly raised mouth was filled with a smile symbolizing the glory of life.

In Brian's opinion, even if this smile has been living in a depressing dark area for a long time, it cannot be erased.

The smile seemed like a wave of carefully prepared warm wine, flowing through his whole body, making him irresistible.

"Remember me? Brian, I am Santira of Guorens City."

When he came to his senses, the girl Drow's slightly petite body was already happily thrown into his arms.
Chapter completed!