Looking at Zhang Ling who buried her face in the soft goose-quilt quilt to sleep, Zuo Lin was stunned for a long time. Could it be that her short six-word explanation could make Zhang Ling understand? Or was Zhang Ling paying attention to herself all the time, so her own hint was enough for her to infer the whole story? However, Zhang Ling could not understand what Druid was before this, so what she said "understands" seemed suspicious.

"What do you understand?" Zuo Lin pulled Zhang Ling out of the quilt, sat up straight, and asked.

"...I hate it, it's not enough to make a lot of trouble." Zhang Ling struggled to bury himself in the fluffy quilt, "I'm fine if I don't play the Chinese version, I'll play in the European server. I'll go back and play with the number for a few days. It's quite interesting to see that you guys in the union."

"Trade Union?" Zuo Lin was stunned for a moment.

"That barrister lost almost 2,000 euros when he hit the Black Wings Nest. It was a luxury to think about it. Where did you Naksamas fight?" Zhang Ling said in a daze, "One of my roommates beat the Four Knights..."

A series of words finally made Zuo Lin understand Zhang Ling's meaning. It seems that Zhang Ling treats these visiting guests and him as friends he met in the game. The number of people is almost the same. There were more than 30 people around, almost enough for a group. She thought Zuo Lin had practiced a role in the game as a Druid profession. This understanding really made Zuo Lin feel a little crying.

"No, none of these people knew in the game. These days, I have known them for the first time, and I heard their names for the first time, and I know their profession..." Zuo Lin said seriously, "How come you think I have time to play games? I'm so busy with so many things."

Zhang Ling turned over, bit Zuo Lin's shoulder, and said, "These people are emitting a turtle-like energy because you came to Europe and come to worship one after another? You don't have time to play games, but you have time to read yy novels. Say! How do you know these people?"

Zuo Lin said seriously: "I am a Druid."

Zhang Ling was about to pull the pillow over Zuo Lin's mouth, but she saw Zuo Lin serious and helpless expression. She was stunned for a moment, put down the pillow in her hand, turned her head, and asked incredible sense: "Really?"

After sighing, Zuo Lin pulled off a leaf from the vase at the head of the bed and turned it gently in his hand. The leaves trembled slightly, and the veins turned into wood. A thin branch quickly sprouted out, and several new leaves grew out. Then, buds grew on the top of the branches, and bright flowers and a strong fragrance bloomed.

Zhang Ling was dumbfounded. She reached out and took the flower in Zuo Lin's hand and observed it carefully. Her fingers gently stroked the branches. The tender and soft touch showed that it had indeed just grown. Her finger accidentally touched the thorn, and her pierced fingers reminded her that all this was real. It was not a dream.

"It hurts!" Zhang Ling frowned and moaned softly and timidly.

He pinched Zhang Ling's fingers and the wound healed. Before Zhang Ling could habitually put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them, he widened his eyes and opened his mouth, as if he had seen some monster.

When encountering strange and incomprehensible things, people instinctively think of avoiding them. This is especially true for this kind of thing that has subverted the original understanding of the world. However, this explanation did not happen in the study room where the two of them were sitting straight and stretching a distance, nor did it make her fall in love with the grass in the forest these days when she felt that something was wrong. Zhang Ling was lying in Zuo Lin's arms, wrapped in them with the same quilt. In addition to the sound of charcoal cracking in the fireplace, the rich atmosphere they were entangled in. Although Zhang Ling was a little shocked, after losing the possibility of escaping, she still did the most favorable thing for her now - thinking.

With wide eyes, Zhang Ling looked at the man who was a few years younger than her. No matter how she looked, she felt calm and safe. She exhaled and asked, "You... are you the kind of Druid who can turn into a bear, an owl, a leopard, and communicate with trees, flowers and birds?"

Zuo Lin said awkwardly: "This... I can't change the three animals you mentioned, but I can become a wolf. Communication with nature is the basic ability of Druid. Anyone with a little cultivation can do it. Xuexue can do it now. I can control plants, control plants, and transform the most suitable plants as needed...."

Zhang Ling has many questions, such as what happened to Zuo Lin's so many fortunes, such as why these seemingly irrelevant people visit Zuo Lin in this way, and why Zuo Lin wants to go to Scotland. In addition to surprise, Zhang Ling may also have a little joy. And this joy gradually increased as Zuo Lin explained everything, the initial fear and surprise faded away little by little. She knew that from this moment on, she also became the person who could share secrets with Zuo Lin. And she was about to step into a mysterious territory - the Druid Parliament with these shared secrets.

After the festival, Kalai appeared on time.

It was so pleasant to spend a Christmas with snow, pine trees and gifts in Switzerland. Yan Yingxue, who had a very pleasant time with the foal, almost didn't want to leave the villa. She had been promised to come next year and there was a ranch more suitable for foal sports in Scotland, so Yan Yingxue reluctantly agreed to set off.

Taking the foal over the borders of several countries to Scotland may be a big problem for others, but for the people in the Druid Parliament, the bioquarantine agencies of customs in various countries are just like their own homes, and the tow trucks that specialize in transporting horses are easily obtained. Pauletta even volunteered to escort the tow trucks carrying the foals to Scotland, allowing Zuolin and the others to arrive earlier by plane.

For Zuolin, Hopton Palace is just a place name that has no meaning at all. Zuolin's knowledge of this place was limited to the fact that from 10 years ago, the Druid Parliament bought the castle at an astronomical price from the foundation responsible for maintaining the castle. If it weren't for the deep-rooted relationship between the Druid Parliament in Scotland, the price might have more than doubled.

Seeing this magnificent building called "Versailles in Scotland", Zhang Lingqing couldn't help but exclaim. Hopton Palace has not been open to people for a long time. Even if some professional institutions want to take some photos or more noble tourists want to visit, they need to make a reservation in advance. Although this palace in Silosing County has never changed its brilliance, it seems to be trying hard to gradually fade out of the world's sight.

"Miss Yan Yingxue, Miss Jin Xiaohua, Miss Zhang Ling, please come with me. After putting down your luggage, I hope I can have the honor to lead you to see this building." An old man who looked like a housekeeper came up in the hall with a few servants and asked the servants to take their luggage. Although the luggage includes securities and bonds, Zhang Ling had no doubts at all, it was safe to hand over these "baggage" to these people for processing.

Zuo Lin glanced at the "steward" and then hurriedly bowed slightly. The "steward" was no different from any typical British butler in terms of outfit and temperament, but there was an owl-shaped pin on his shirt pocket. When he entered the Druid Parliament, everyone had such a pin on his coat to mark his identity. All Druids used the animal image of the "position" he represented in the parliament, and all the attendants had pins with the Druid Parliament logo. The position of the owl representative is "owl", and this position is the general manager of the defense of the Druid Parliament. In the area where the parliament headquarters is located, his authority is very high. In the issue of defense, even the highest speaker of the Druid Parliament cannot be above him.

Yan Yingxue, Jin Xiaohua and Zhang Ling were not surprised that these people were eager to talk to Zuo Lin. From the moment Zuo Lin walked into the hall, they saw an old man with white hair and casual clothes standing there at the end of the corridor connected to the hall. The moment he saw Zuo Lin, his brows loosened, but perhaps because his brows had been entangled for too long, Zhan Yan's expression still seemed a little sad. The old man was wearing a brooch with a golden oak pattern, which represented the identity of the old man - the Speaker of Druid. Not only Zuo Lin, but even Yan Yingxue and Jin Xiaohua could feel the difference between this old man. The natural power on him was solid and thick, as if his whole person was condensed with the power of nature.

The three girls followed the "Butler" away from the master's wishes. After the trip, they would be surprised at the high standard of reception for their group. They were not settled in ordinary rooms. They should know that even the most ordinary rooms do not have furniture that is less than 100 years old, but are arranged in several of the most noble rooms in Hopton Palace. Zuo Lin and Zhang Ling's rooms are the master bedroom of Bruce, the first master of Hopton Palace, and the room is in the room a four-poster luxury bed with gold pillars and crimson velvet curtains ordered in 1768.

Such courtesy really made the girls a little flattered. After they put their luggage down, they were led by the housekeeper to visit. The attendants would open their luggage and put various clothing items in the right place.

Zuo Lin was led by Kalai to meet the Speaker.

"This is the current Speaker of the Druid Parliament, Mr. Bernard." Carle introduced Zuolin in a tone full of pride and admiration.

"Hello," Zuo Lin bowed according to the etiquette of Druid. He only had the sincerity of respect for the old man. This kind of demeanor and power condensed by the years made him amazed.

"I'm glad to see you, the new generation of Druids." Bernard took out a silver lion-shaped brooch from his pocket and pinned it to Zuolin on his chest. The brooch itself is a cultural relic. The dark oxidized silver traces in the carved dents show the history of this brooch. The emeralds inlaid in the lion's eyes shine brightly. Bernard looked at Zuolin with admiration and said, "The return of the lion represents the beginning of the prosperity of the parliament."

"Shame. My power is still very shallow. I hope you can get your guidance," Zuo Lin said quickly. If the power that the old man possesses is compared to a huge rock, then his power is at best a small stone.
Chapter completed!