The horse-drawn carriage suddenly came to a halt as if it had crashed into something. Meg wrapped his arms around Amy and looked warily at the curtains of the carriage. From the sound of it, the horse-drawn carriage driver had already been knocked out, so he was most likely up to no good.
"What's that sound?" Crassus' brows furrowed slightly.
With Amy in Meg's arms, Ugly Duckling, which had been sprawled on the seat, was thrown off of the seat by inertia before rolling out of the carriage curtains.
"It's Big Sister Irina!"
Amy exclaimed in surprise upon hearing the sound, and she immediately lifted the curtains of the carriage.
"Irina?" Meg turned toward the curtains of the carriage.
An elf in a white dress was standing in front of the horse-drawn carriage, and she was pinching Ugly Duckling, which had curled up into a ball and was trembling uncontrollably. She was inspecting it with a curious expression on her beautiful face.
The warm autumn sun shone down on her, and it was as if a golden veil had been draped over her body.
Her long silver hair was casually draped over her back, and it fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, making her look like a celestial maiden who had just descended from the heavens.
There was a golden crescent moon on her glabella, and it added a hint of holiness to her appearance.
She was like the first snowflake in winter, and the first drop of dew on a flower petal made Meg's heart skip a beat.
Could this be the feeling of falling in love with someone? Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. Alex's memories didn't affect him in the slightest, and this was the first time that this beautiful elf had entered his world.
She was like a wisp of spring wind that stirred up a river.
Irina stared at Ugly Duckling for a while with a serious expression, and said, "It's already as fat as a ball. If we stew it, it should be enough to fill a pot, right?"
Amy hurriedly shook her head with a serious expression, and said, "No, no, we can't stew it yet. Big Sister Irina, Ugly Duckling will grow into a swan in the future. I heard from Father that roast goose is super delicious!"
Irina looked at Ugly Duckling with a skeptical expression, and said, "Is that so? This ball can grow into a swan? Is the roast goose really delicious? "
"Yes, yes. Father said that the little match girl forgot to go home for dinner because she was too engrossed in watching the roast goose. As a result, she starved to death outside the roast goose restaurant. The roast goose must be very, very delicious." Amy nodded.
Irina nodded thoughtfully. "If that's the case, then let's keep it for a while longer."
"Mm-hm." Amy took Ugly Duckling back from Irina and hugged it.
"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling lowered its head and let out an aggrieved cry. Why did it have to endure such pressure at such a young age?
Meg facepalmed. There was no need to doubt it. This was definitely his biological mother. Even their way of thinking was exactly the same.
"Little Irina, so it's really you. No wonder your voice sounded so familiar." Crassus wore a wide smile on his face as he winked at Irina. "You were the one who beat up Brent in the Magus Tower, right?"
"That's right, white-bearded old man. Long time no see." Irina nodded at Crassus. She clenched her fists, and said, "I beat up that damn fatty every time I see him. Now that we're in Rodu, I'm going to beat him up to make myself happy."
"I also think that beating up that damn fatty is very satisfying. That slap this morning really made me feel good." Crassus nodded in agreement. However, he then asked, "But how do you know Little Amy?"
"Little Amy …" Irina's eyes lit up. Her name was Amy, and her nickname was Amy. She had silver hair and blue eyes. Was this really just a coincidence?
"This …" Meg looked at Irina, and countless ideas flashed through his mind. However, he just couldn't come up with a foolproof plan.
Even Amy couldn't forget her mother, so it didn't take much for him to guess just how much Irina missed Amy. He really couldn't bear to let them miss each other again.
Irina looked up at Meg, and there seemed to be light flashing in her bright blue eyes. She was trying to find the face of the person she had been thinking about day and night.
This man with a mustache could be considered to be quite handsome, but his appearance was completely different from Alex's. Even his black eyes didn't resemble Alex's at all.
Alex's eyes weren't like that. Eyes didn't lie; they were the windows to one's soul.
The only thing that could be considered similar was their height. However, Alex was slightly more muscular.
Is he really Alex? Or has he completely hidden himself in order to hide his identity? " Countless questions flashed through Irina's mind, and she averted her gaze with difficulty. She looked at Crassus with a relaxed expression, and said, "Xiao Mi and I didn't know each other until we fought. Xiao Mi also helped me when I beat up that fatso."
Amy nodded with elation. "That's right, that's right! Look, Master Crassus, I didn't learn how to hit people with a chair from you. I learned it from Big Sister Irina. "
"By the way, Big Sister Irina, did you knock out our coachman with a chair as well?" Amy looked at the coachman lying on the ground, as well as the wooden splinters all over the ground, and asked with a confused expression.
"Well … I thought too highly of him." Irina looked at the coachman, and stuck out her little tongue in an embarrassed manner.
"We're going to the Renhe Food Street, but we don't have a coachman. What should we do now?" Amy was a little concerned.
Irina's eyes lit up. "The food street? I want to go there as well, but I need someone to drive the coachman."
Everyone then turned to Meg in unison.
Irina looked at Meg, and she recalled the first time she had met Alex. She then ordered with a stern expression, "I am the fairy princess Irina. I order you to be my coachman and take us to the Renhe Food Street."
"I want to refuse this order, but why do I feel a sense of joy?" Meg was suddenly struck by a series of complex emotions. He felt like these words were strangely familiar. Could it be that he had a fetish for queens? Or was he a masochist?
"No, no! It can't be like that! It has to be an S … Ah! " Meg shook these strange thoughts out of his mind as he spread open his hands in a resigned manner. "I'm a chef, not a coachman."
"So you don't want to be my coachman?" Irina looked into Meg's eyes.
"Of course not. Father's coachman is very good. Hurry up and get in the car, Big Sister Irina." She nudged Mag's arm with her elbow, and whispered into his ear, "Father, no big sister will like you if you act like this." Mag nodded. Then, he turned to Mag and said, "Father, no big sister will like you like this."
"…"
Meg looked at Amy and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
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