I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

When Alvin finally struggled out of the room filled with subtle smells, it was already daybreak.

The pale winter sunlight filtered through the inn's second-floor windows, casting cold spots of light on the floor.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the animal-skin bed in the room.

The two girls, who had exhausted themselves last night, were lying face to face, fast asleep.

Akalitrasra was curled up on her side, one leg resting carelessly on the blue dragon mage's waist, her red hair spread messily on her long silver-blue hair, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly, her nostrils twitching slightly with her breathing. It seemed that the earth-shaking battle last night had exhausted all her strength.

The Blue Dragon Mage seemed unusually quiet.

She lay on her back, her bare shoulders and arms gleaming like ivory in the morning light.

Her hollow blue eyes were closed, her long lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them. Her brows were no longer furrowed, and her breathing was even and long, as if all the pain and chaos of the previous night had never happened, and she was simply immersed in a dreamless, deep rest. That defenseless tranquility, on the contrary, revealed a thrilling fragile beauty.

Alvin looked at this scene with mixed feelings.

Guilt, fear, absurd satisfaction, and an indescribable sense of pride...

In addition, there is plenty of energy.

After last night's high-intensity exercise and this morning's, he should have felt drained.

But at this moment, he felt refreshed and energetic.

His five senses were sharp, his mind was clear, and even the power of holy light that had been consumed for several consecutive days had been almost recovered.

It seems that this is all a gift from the blood of the blue dragon, and the effect is terrifyingly amazing.

Alvin put these distracting thoughts aside, tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.

He came to the door of Shandris and Green Shadow's room next door, but found that the door was ajar, and the sound of cleaning came from inside.

Alvin pushed the door open and was stunned by the scene that came into his eyes.

I saw a short goblin wearing a dirty apron, sweeping the ground cautiously with a broken broom, as if he was afraid of disturbing some terrible creature.

When Alvin's figure appeared at the door and the shadow fell, the goblin shuddered like a frightened rabbit!

"Wow!"

The goblin let out a short scream and the broom in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

His small green bean-like eyes looked at Alvin in horror, as if he had seen some terrifying beast.

The next second, he fell to his knees with a plop, clasped his hands together and raised them above his head. His entire body shrank into a trembling green ball, and he cried out incoherently in a shrill voice:

"Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me! I'm just here to clean! I didn't see anything! I don't know anything! Please don't spit fire! Don't eat me! My meat is sour! It's smelly! It's not tasty at all!!!"

Alvin was baffled.

"What are you doing? Get up and talk."

He looked around the room. It was clean and tidy. Green Shadow's vine bag and Shandris' moon blade were not there.

"And the two Kaldorei ladies?"

"Downstairs...downstairs! Two elf ladies came downstairs at dawn!"

The goblin was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up, his voice filled with tears.

"They... they seem to have gone to the restaurant downstairs! I'm just here to clean the room! Master, please go too! Don't make things difficult for me..."

He seemed to regard Alvin as some terrifying existence.

Alvin shook his head helplessly, too lazy to explain to the frightened goblin, and turned to go downstairs.

There was no one in the public restaurant on the first floor of the hotel at the moment.

Only a roaring fire in the fireplace kept the chill at bay, and the aroma of baking bread and hot soup filled the air.

Alvin's eyes quickly locked onto the window seat in the corner.

There, two elegant night elf women sat facing each other, bathed in the hazy morning light filtering in through the frosted glass windows, creating a peaceful and pleasing picture.

Shandris Feathermoon sat as straight as a cedar tree, her long brown hair tied into a thick braid as usual, tied back with a simple vine.

The two of them were sipping hot tea from their cups. On the exquisite wooden tray in front of them were only a few slices of perfectly toasted whole wheat bread and some fresh berries.

Their movements were textbook-like, and every detail of cutting and feeding was shone with the unique elves' composure and grace. However, as Alvin approached, he keenly noticed a faint blush on Shandris's face.

Her eyes also dropped slightly, staring intently at the plate, as if the texture of the berries on it suddenly became extremely profound.

The green shadow sitting opposite her seemed much more lively.

She squinted her eyes as she nibbled at a honey-covered muffin, a golden stain of honey stained the corners of her mouth. Seeing Alvin approach, she immediately smiled brightly, like a sunflower blooming in the morning sun.

"Morning, Shandris, Green Shadow."

Alvin tried his best to make his voice sound relaxed and natural. He pulled out the chair next to Green Shadow and sat down. The chair legs made a slight friction sound on the wooden floor.

"Morning, Alvin!"

Green Shadow responded cheerfully, his voice as clear as a morning bird in the woods.

Shantis only uttered an almost inaudible "hmm" and still didn't look up. However, the fingers holding the wooden fork tightened slightly, and the blush on her face seemed to deepen a little.

She picked up the teacup and took another sip, trying to hide something.

Alvin understood what was going on, but pretended not to notice Shandris's behavior. He picked up a piece of bread and looked at Green Shadow. "Did you guys get a good rest last night?"

"Pfft..."

Green Shadow couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She leaned close to Alvin and whispered mischievously, in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Rest? Alvin, are you asking if we heard the noise that resounded throughout Everlook last night? The sound lasted all night and shook the windows... and then..."

She deliberately prolonged the tone and glanced upstairs.

"That sound...tsk tsk, it scared the goblins in the town. Many of them thought a dragon was attacking and fled overnight."

She pointed to the empty restaurant.

"Sister Shandris and I even made a bet!"

Alvin's face flushed, and he instantly understood what Green Shadow was referring to.

He subconsciously looked at Shandris, only to see that the knuckles of the Ranger General's fingers, which were gripping the teacup, had turned white. Her head had drooped even lower, and her braid had fallen, almost covering her entire profile.

The blush had spread to her delicate pointed ears.

"Bet...bet on what?"

Alvin coughed dryly, feeling both embarrassed and a little proud.

He simply gave up and naturally wrapped his arms around Green Shadow's slender but vibrant waist, pulling her closer to him. He deliberately asked in the same intimate tone,

"Did you win or lose the bet?"

Green Shadow was not shy when he hugged her. Instead, she leaned into his arms, raised her little face, and smiled brightly, with the frankness and innocence unique to druids.

"Of course I win! I knew Alvin was super-powerful!"

She deliberately dragged out her voice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A scream that finally broke out instantly broke the silence of the restaurant!