At nightfall, the market in the lower city of Suramar opens on time.

Although affected by the war, trade routes were blocked, and the variety of goods was far less than usual, Suramar City was after all the most important city and transportation hub in the Eastern Great Plains, and the people's basic living security was still sufficient, which greatly satisfied them.

The shopping and eating attributes of Xalatath, the "little girl".

I have to say that she disguised herself very well, and she looked like an innocent and lively little girl who was inexperienced in the world.

Expensive magic ice cream, grilled cod fillets made from cod shipped from the western coastal areas, takoyaki, and the exotic and tropical Huasqil melon, a specialty of the southeastern Huasqir territory...

No matter how delicious these snacks are, Maiev is usually reluctant to buy them, because except for a very small part of the salary she receives from the Sisters of Elune, which is used for daily needs, most of the rest is subsidized by her to give to the orphans of Morrowind Village.

The children of the hospital.

In short, when the two of them left the market and returned to Mawei's house with lots of food and clothes, it was almost midnight, and they had spent four or five hours shopping in total.

The Shadowsong siblings do not live together. Because of work, the siblings rarely return to the old house left by their parents and inherited by Jarod Shadowsong. Jarod serves as the captain of the Suramar City Guards.

She is busy with official duties and usually sleeps in the city guard's dormitory, while Maiev lives in a double-story single-family cabin assigned to herself by the Suramar regional branch of the Sisters of Elune, only five minutes away from the Temple of the Moon.

After putting down her things, Maiev immediately prepared to start altering Xal'atath's clothes. In fact, she could have spent some money to ask the tailor on the street corner to do it for her, but Maiev repeatedly insisted that since she knew how to sew, there was no need to spend unnecessary money.

Xalatas was sitting in the living room, looking around as "curiously" as a little girl.

The first floor is the living room, connected to the kitchen in the southeast corner and the well-lit guest room. The wooden stairs leading straight up lead directly to the living space on the second floor.

The long doorway serves as a cloakroom. On the cloak rack, there are several sets of plain white priestess robes hanging, and underneath are several lavender plants planted in flower pots, exuding an elegant and delicate fragrance.

Through the hollow wardrobe door, you can barely see a few high-end clothes. They are almost all affordable and durable ones, with some patches. However, the workmanship is very good, and there is no color difference. It is almost impossible to tell that they are after-sales patches.

Going up.

The most conspicuous place on the shoe rack underneath is a pair of high-heeled sandals often worn by priestesses, and next to them are several pairs of knee-high boots that are very worn. There are a few pieces on the leather uppers that have almost worn away their original color.

Stubborn stains that are difficult to wash off look like solidified blood stains. I guess their owner often wears them hunting.

Finally, there is a hunting bow leaning on the wardrobe. There are dozens of tail feathers in the quiver next to it that are almost bald. At first glance, it is the kind that is screened after recycling and found that the structural integrity is not damaged.

The arrows are used repeatedly because of the hidden damage caused by the explosion of arrows.

Looking at the living room, the decoration is extremely simple, and the furniture is all very cheap. There is not a single expensive decoration, and there is no magic broom, which is a must-have for even a slightly wealthy family. The whole room is spotless, and there are not even some sanitary blind spots.

There is not even a trace of dust. It can be seen that the owner of the house not only lives a frugal life, but also pays great attention to hygiene.

"Thank you, sister Maiev." Xalatas said softly when his eyes turned to Maiev, who was sitting on the sofa and spreading out more than a dozen sets of clothes under the illumination of a set of moonstone lamps.

Maiev smiled slightly, took out a measuring tape from the cabinet and walked over.

Xal'atath obediently took off his coat, leaving only his underwear, revealing a white body that would make the blood of all male compatriots rush, and let the other man lower his head to measure his dimensions.

There is no way, even the smallest night elf clothing is too big for high elves to wear. Height is only one aspect, the most important thing is body shape.

Under the influence of the Well of Eternity, a source of magic that emits the source of the Titan's star soul, the night elves evolved from the dark trolls. Their physical beauty is the best in Azeroth. Looking at the past and the future, there is no humanoid figure.

The race has such a perfect body.

The tight muscle lines neither look bloated nor thin. Just one look at it, and you can feel the purest health and beauty. In comparison, the high elf girl looks like a washboard, a small bean sprout, with no skin in front of her.

The meat is also lacking in body and back, so it won’t be a bit of trouble to change it.

"Actually, when I was young, my brother would often change my clothes." Xal'atas said with his arms raised.

Maiev smiled and asked, "Can the prophet also do needlework?"

"Yes," Xalatas said, "As long as I can remember, my parents died in a war. I was three years old at the time and my brother was eight years old. My family was poor and we had no choice, so I had to wear my brother's leftover clothes.

.The big one is changed into a few small ones, and the small one is tied up with a belt and cuffs to make it fit. I always tell my brother that if he fails to follow the arcane path, maybe he can make a difference by becoming a tailor."

In just a few words, Xalatas sketched out a story in which his parents died young and his brother and sister depended on each other.

Maiev was so surprised that she couldn't help but stop moving her hands.

At first, people, like Queen Azshara, regarded the prophet as a god-like existence. Although with contact, Maiev found that the prophet was no different from ordinary people, but she obviously did not expect that the prophet, who had always been aloof, still had such a

of the past.

Looking at her pale skin, extremely thin figure, and a pair of poached eggs staring at her chest, it looked like she didn't eat properly when she was growing up, so she was malnourished, resulting in an underdeveloped girl. Maiev couldn't help but feel sad

mercy.

A pair of orphans...

The brother is eight years old and the girl is three years old...

She could completely imagine how miserable the two brothers and sisters were. As the elder brother, Angmar used his thin shoulders to carry the sky for his sister, leaving all the delicious food and drinks to his sister. He was both an elder brother and a responsible person.

Take responsibility for the death of your parents.

She felt that the prophet was no longer mysterious, and began to understand why he funded the Morrowind Village Orphanage a few months ago. It turned out...

He is no different from those children who are lonely and helpless.

After measuring the girl's bust, she took out her scissors and needlework, began to change her clothes, and said in a strange way: "The prophet... never told me this."

After saying this, she regretted it. Why should she tell her private things to her? If she said this to her sister, it would inevitably lead to some ambiguities.

But Xalatas, who sat down to help her, said: "My brother never mentioned this. When I was a child, I was not sensible. I was always very surprised why I went to school while my brother was helping the worker uncle move things at the dock. Why did he come back every day?

My brother always smells like sweat. Why is it that when I put on my clothes, his clothes are full of patches? Why does he only eat dry and hard black bread when I eat meat?

I like to eat meat... Later I became sensible and wanted to help him share some of the burden, but he asked me not to think too much and focus on my studies."

"What happened next?" Maiev couldn't help but ask.

"Later..." Xal'atath laughed, "Later, because of his outstanding talent, he became a student of the Royal Academy of Magic and received royal funding. Our family's situation also improved, and we completely got rid of the previous poverty...

…

Later, he was spotted by the prince of our clan and brought to him as a consultant. At that time, his hometown was facing annihilation. It was he who found the crucial incarnation of the Sunwell for us and traveled around to unite our allies.

, not only saved our tribe, but also rescued many races on the entire continent. He always carried responsibility in his heart and shouldered all the burdens by himself. He was responsible for me when he was a child, dedicated himself to his tribe when he grew up, and finally devoted himself to——

In his words - The great cause of Azeroth. I always feel that he is too tired, especially in recent years, he has hardly had a good night's sleep..."

Speaking of this, Xal'atas couldn't help but shook his head, "He's not a magic puppet. Besides, even magic puppets have to stop and maintain themselves from time to time. How can they work so hard? But no matter what I say, it's useless. He

That's the kind of temper he has. Three years ago, he was seriously injured while trying to eliminate the source of evil. I was so angry that I said, 'Sooner or later, if this continues, I will become an orphan again.' But when I lost my anger, I couldn't help feeling sad.

He. Sister Maiev, you know, in my heart, my brother is the greatest person in the world."

If Angmar were here, he would be extremely surprised. He has never told Xal'atath about his upbringing, but Xal'atath knows everything about it, and he doesn't know where he learned it.

Maiev fell silent after hearing this.

In front of outsiders, Angmar is almost synonymous with mystery and power, and it is awe-inspiring. Most of these perceptions are due to Queen Azshara's vigorous "searching activities" in the past few years, and her subsequent actions such as sending troops to blockade the Prophet's residence.

Caused……

But at this time, through Xalatath's narration, Maiev suddenly discovered that for some reason, she began to pity this so-called "prophet".

"It's been changed, Miss Xalatas, can you try to see if it fits?"

Maiev handed a set of altered clothes to Xal'atath, who put them on, stood in front of the mirror in the doorway, looked at it again, and thanked him with satisfaction: "It fits, thank you sister Maiev! Then I'll go."

Already."

After saying that, she actually opened the door and walked out.

"Eh?" Maiev couldn't keep up with this little sister's magical brain circuit, so she hurriedly chased after her, "There are still so many clothes that haven't been changed!"

"Those are all bought for you, sister Maiev," Xalatas turned around and made a face, "One set is enough for me. I know sister, you always save money for the children in the orphanage, but now there are

With your brother’s support, you should also consider it for yourself.”

Before Ma Wei refused, she said very seriously: "Sister Ma Wei, I have an unkind request."

Maiev blinked.

"I know this request may be too much," Xal'atas said timidly, "Brother really likes you. Only when he is with you will he really become cheerful, so... if you have time,

, can you come and spend more time with him?"

Maiev, who was standing by the door, turned red all of a sudden, but after a long time, she still said "hmm" as quietly as a mosquito.

After Xalatath left, the high priestess of the Moon Temple once again thought of the revelation from Elune. As a devout believer, she knew that the revelation of the Moon Goddess must contain infinite wisdom, but she

I couldn't help but feel conflicted.

…

"What exactly are you planning?" After Xal'atath returned to the courtyard, Angmar, who had been paying close attention to the two of them with his mental power, said angrily.

He made up a story about a brother and a sister who depended on each other, and pretended to be his little sister. He couldn't say anything, because after going to the Well of Eternity war zone, Xal'atath had to show up from time to time. From this perspective, this identity

It's really a good disguise.

But... what kind of trouble is going on by teasing Maiev like this?

"Help others to the end," Xal'atath shrugged, "Who made you so stupid? Admit it, you just need that woman."

"Don't you think this kind of help is unnecessary?" Angmar said bitterly.

"I don't think so."

I just did it casually, there is nothing superfluous.”
To be continued...