Speaking of the magic pattern spider silk, I told Mrs. Alia that she might as well go to the magic warehouse in the airport to take a look. Mrs. Alia was also curious about how many magic pattern spider silk I had. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and agreed. She decided to follow me to the warehouse in the airport to see the group of magic pattern spider silk that belonged to me. The smile hidden in her eyes seemed to have not taken my inventory spider silk to heart at all.

Along the way, Mrs. Alia introduced me to the best-selling fabrics in the fabric house. At present, the main fabric business in the tailor shop is still the rune cloth fabric business with rune thread braids. The magic spider silk thread and ordinary magic pattern thread are high-end silk threads, and the fabrics woven are also magic pattern fabrics. This kind of fabric is very rare in the fabric market of the Green Empire. Although the price trend is very high, there has never been too large orders and cannot enter the mainstream market of fabrics.

Regarding the scarcity of magic pattern cloth, Mrs. Alia explained: This is because humans have not started a war with the demons for many years. Recently, the dark forces in the Abyss Prison have launched a large-scale attack on the plane territory of the major lords of the Green Empire in various planes. The business of magic pattern cloth has begun to warm up, and traces of magic pattern cloth have begun to appear in many fabric stores, which has caused the fabric store to be affected by high-end fabrics.

As for us going directly to the airport, I thought we could take Caterina to relax, so I asked Mrs. Alia's magic caravan to pass by the cabin I rented, and prepared to pick Caterina out who had been stuck in the cabin.

The magic caravan was parked at the intersection, and I jumped out of the carriage and happened to see Katerina washing clothes on the lawn in the yard.

Katerina was wearing a beige linen dress with soapy water on her hands. When she saw me calling her next to the magic caravan, she quickly ran from the yard to the side of the caravan. Her thick and soft red hair was casually tied behind her head with a handkerchief, forming a flexible ponytail. She was swaying behind her head while running, with a refreshing smile on her face.

I said to her, "Can I go to the airport with me, okay?"

She nodded in agreement with great joy.

At this time, Little Ella's figure appeared in front of the glass window of the room. I didn't expect that she didn't go to school today. She blinked her big eyes and asked me curiously: "Gija, where are you going to take Katerina?"

"We just went to the airport for a walk, why didn't you go to school? Ella." I asked her.

"There was no class this morning, and I went to study for myself." Ella said to me with her naive big eyes.

Katerina held the carved metal door frame of the magic caravan with one hand, turned around with a smile on her face, waved goodbye to the little Ella who was lying by the window, and I also waved to the little Ella. Then, this gorgeous magic caravan slowly drove past the front of the house.

Little Ella pouted and looked at Katerina as she got into the caravan, and shouted to me through the glass window with a reluctant look on her face, "Geeja, next time I don't have class, I must bring me with me."

I nodded quickly to indicate that I knew.

The tauren Ruka sat on the grass in front of the window, gnawing on a fragrant wheat cake, and tilted his head, saying to Little Ella with a muffled voice: "Gijia and the others went to the warehouse in the airport. In fact, it was boring there. If you miss home, I will definitely bring you with me next time I go there."

Ella lowered her eyelids, glanced at the silly tauren, sighed softly, and said to Ruka politely: "Thank you, Uncle Ruka."

After hearing what Little Ella said, the Taurus smiled silly.

No matter where she went, Katerina would tie her close-fitting daggers to her thighs. The linen long skirt could clearly show the shape of her slender legs and the outline of the dagger. She sat beside me, her hands naturally wrapped around my arms, and then looked at the luxurious magic caravan curiously.

Mrs. Alia looked at Katerina curiously, nodded slightly to her kindly, and then asked the maid to bring a new cup of tea.

Looking carefully at Katerina's clothes and seeing her wearing a clean and tidy linen dress, Mrs. Alya asked me: "Is this your maid?"

I nodded and explained, "Just wait until I finish my coming-of-age ceremony, I will marry her and her master."

Alia looked at Katerina with blurred eyes, and then said softly: "Have such a beautiful maid, her master must be an amazing woman. I wonder if I have this honor to meet her. If possible, I want to invite you to my dance."

After Alia said this, I immediately thought of Qige. If Qige and I appeared hand in hand at the dance party of the upper class of the nobles, I wonder how many people would be shocked. This would definitely become the most sensational thing in the imperial capital. I wonder if Mrs. Alia would regret today's invitation when she saw Qige.

Katerina and I looked at each other. This is a secret between us and we must not disclose it to others.

I said to Mrs. Alya, "Thank you for your invitation, Mrs. Alya, I think if I have time, I will definitely attend."

...

It seems that this gorgeous magic caravan does not need to be inspected at the pass of the imperial capital, or the guards at the pass are very familiar with Mrs. Alia's magic caravan. They only need Mrs. Alia's maid to say hello to the guard leader, and then this gorgeous magic caravan drove out of the pass without any obstacles, and the rights enjoyed by the nobles were once again fully interpreted.

When Mrs. Alia's maid smiled shyly at me, I realized that she was the maid who followed Mrs. Alia on the airship. Her eyes looked at me were full of gratitude. Only then did I understand why she always looked at me, and a kind smile appeared on her face. It turned out that we had a relationship before.

There were two glasses of golden cider on the exquisite carved wooden table. Mrs. Alia picked up a glass of golden cider filled with ice and drank it all. I found that in this woman's life, she could hardly leave this delicious fruit wine. At any time, she seemed to want to drink a glass.

She raised the goblet in her hand to Katerina and me. The maid next to her filled the wine glass with her hands. The golden wine flowed out of the bottle and poured into the wine glass, impacting the ice that had not yet melted in the cup. The ice hit the wall of the glass, and the sound of the local sound was heard.

Alia always looks particularly charming when she smiles, as if she has practiced under the camera hundreds or thousands of times.

She asked me, "Does it feel a little strange that many people who came out of El City like to drink some golden cider, but they don't drink it so often like me?"

Actually, I was not paying attention to how much golden cider she drank, but had a thought lingering in my mind. After all, I took nearly 60,000 barrels of golden cider from Zimmermann Manor. At this time, when facing Mrs. Alia, I always felt a little unnatural and a little indebted.

I said to Mrs. Alia: "I am so frank, in fact, I really don't think you drink a lot, because my adoptive father, Ryante, is also a person who likes to drink golden cider very much. Every morning, he needs to drink a glass of white bread and fried eggs. Isn't it normal for Elles to like golden cider?"

Her eyes fell on the wine glass, and the reflection of the wine glass was reflected in her clear pupils. The ice cubes were like crystal amber in the wine glass. She took a sip of the wine and said to me: "Although my surname is Zimmerman, in the past, I didn't like to drink two glasses in my spare time."

She gently shook the wine glass, causing the ice in the cup to melt quickly, a trace of decline flashed in her eyes, and said with a wry smile: "I got this problem after Colin died in Angela Do plane. Whenever I can't sleep at night, I will drink a glass."

I bowed slightly and said to Mrs. Alya: "I'm sorry, it reminds you of those sad things."

Katerina next to her seemed very quiet. She leaned against my shoulder and a scent of lilac came from her body.

Mrs. Alya shook her head, relaxed her body and leaned against the sofa, shook her head and said, "No, sometimes, you will feel better if you say these things that are rotten in your stomach. Can I tell you?"

I looked at Mrs. Alia seriously and promised her, "I will be a very tight-mouthed listener."

Mrs. Alia smiled softly. When she smiled, her hands would naturally hold her white chest and said, "Haha, there have been so many embarrassing things in front of you. If you let you know something, it will not have much impact on me, so I really want to tell you."

I have to say that half of her charm is because of her beauty and plump figure, and the other half is her mature woman's charm. The charm of this noble lady is as mellow as the golden cider of the year. She said in a drunken eyes: "Fortunately, my brother has been encouraging, comforting, and supporting me, making me stronger, but why have so many unfortunate things happened to me? Why are I always not favored by the goddess of luck?"

There was a hint of sadness and loneliness in her words.

Mrs. Alia said as if she was telling her memories: "I know that every winter, the barbarians would cross the Horse River and capture human slaves everywhere in the wilderness of Sloyd. At that time, I was at Zimmermann Manor, just to bring my brother and his family to the imperial capital to live for a while. As long as I spent that long winter, everything would be better. But the barbarians actually occupied the town of Maas quietly, and easily captured Zimmermann Manorn Manor overnight."

I feel that recalling the unbearable past events is a pain of tearing the wound apart.

But Mrs. Alia insisted: "It was my brother who tried his best to protect us from the wine cellar in the basement. But who would have thought that there were a few people hidden in the wine cellar in advance. The desires in the hearts of those wolf-hearted and slack pariahs continued to grow in the darkness. The things they wanted to get became more and more, and the greed in their hearts grew little by little."

There was an unspeakable resentment in her eyes, her fingers tightly clasped the wine glass, and her finger joints were a little white.

There was a hint of coldness in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Many times, I wanted to use a dagger to pierce their hearts, but there was always a kind of weakness hidden in my heart that I couldn't do."

A helplessness in life appeared in her eyes, and finally she said to me: "Thank you again for saving Jenny and me, Demi and An."

I raised my chest, looked a little proud, and said, "This is what every falcon will do, you don't need to thank me."

Katerina looked at me curiously, and it seemed that she wanted to know the past when I was a falcon in El City.

"For Jenny and I, you keep our decent, otherwise I can't think of any reason to survive!" Mrs. Alia's eyes burst into soft eyes, and then said, "But maybe from that time on, I was particularly afraid of the dark secret room. Even if I stayed alone in the room at night, I would often wake up in my dreams. At that time, I couldn't sleep all night, and I could only drink a little golden cider and feel better."

She gently shook the goblet in her hand, letting the ice melt quickly, and drank the cider in the wine glass again, and then said: "I gradually got used to drinking at night before going to bed. Until now, wine has become a part of my life."

The smile on Mrs. Alia looked a little helpless, but this is her life.

I suddenly remembered that I walked out of Mrs. Alia's manor that night, and I always felt like I had forgotten something. Now that I remembered it, I was shocked and sweated a little.

I know what I have overlooked is Mrs. Alia's alcohol tolerance. As a woman who walked out of Zimmerman's manor, she must be a woman who can drink very well. Moreover, her long-term alcoholism must have made her very resistant to alcohol, which means she must be very capable of drinking. So, she suddenly fell drunk on the dining table that night, perhaps it was a test of me.

The magic caravan drove into the Airport Town. It seemed that many people in this town were extremely familiar with this magic caravan. Many people would consciously make way for the caravan. Following my guidance, the carriage arrived at the door of the warehouse that Louis rented for me.

Here, I had already transported the grain back to the underground warehouse in Xinliu Valley and stored three thousand ingots of magic pattern spider silk on the shelves in the warehouse.

When I pushed open the carved wooden door of the warehouse, Mrs. Alia saw the stack of magic pattern spider silk neatly placed on the shelves, and an incredible look appeared in her eyes. She gently covered her mouth and nose with silk, walked on the passage between the shelves in the warehouse, looking at the rows of milky white spider silk, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"These are all magic pattern spider silks. Oh my God, Ji Jia, where did you get so many magic pattern spider silks?" Alia picked up a spindle from the shelf, looked at the fine spider silks on it carefully, and couldn't help but blurt out.
Chapter completed!