The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

The quiet little village is shrouded in the gentle sound of wind, and the sunlight casts shadows on the mottled work with the swaying leaves among the green shades.

Elizabeth stood under the tree wearing an elegant robe, looking up at the world among the trees.

She suddenly stretched out a hand towards the sky.

The gentle morning sunlight passed through the gaps between her fingers, shining on her flawless face, and her long, silky hair shimmered under the halo.

Elizabeth slowly closed her eyes

Bathed in the sun, the figure seems to be integrated with nature, harmonious, calm and serene. No beautiful words can describe this scene.

Such a divine scene almost made Fasalia, who was squatting aside washing clothes, almost bewildered.

It is not pure beauty, but a natural and harmonious feeling of comfort.

a moment later

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and slowly retracted her slender white palms.

looked down

In the palm that was originally empty, an inconspicuous green leaf appeared at some point.

Looking at the ordinary green leaves.

Elizabeth didn't know what she thought of, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"You know what?"

She suddenly said: "A fool once told me that leaves are the petals of trees."

"Although not as bright and beautiful as flowers, these ordinary leaves are like the roots buried deep in the soil, silently supporting the growth of the entire towering tree."

Looking at the towering tree in front of her that could not be hugged by ten people, Elizabeth murmured to herself in a daze:

"How ridiculous. Who would have thought that such a strong and strong giant tree could maintain its prosperity by relying on these fragile green leaves. Perhaps, even she herself doesn't know this."

Fasalia was confused, but she understood a little bit of the longing revealed in Elizabeth's words.

She put down the clothes that had just been soaked in soapy liquid in her hands uneasily, stood up and said guiltily:

"I'm sorry, Lady Elizabeth. It's all my fault. I forgot to wash the sheets I changed yesterday, which made you unable to enjoy your shopping."

Farsalia was "caught" by the angry store manager who suddenly appeared in the middle of shopping with Elizabeth.

The reason was that she had not completed the work she was supposed to do today - although she had obviously asked for leave, it seemed that another clerk did not explain this to the store manager.

Very strange

As a species, no matter where we live, intrigues are inevitable, even among beggars on the roadside.

Elizabeth didn't stop her, she just watched all this silently.

In the end, she chose to follow the little maid back to the hotel's work area.

Although Farsalia tried her best to persuade the "overly curious" mage to stay, and said that the place where she worked was dirty and boring, the other party still insisted on following.

no way

Fasalia had no choice but to report to the store manager, then picked up the bedsheets and clothes that needed to be washed, and moved them to a remote stream in Dragon Realm City to wash them - at least, the scenery here was pretty good, and the best The important thing is that there are no rats scurrying around or store managers who talk dirty words.

Regarding Fasalia's application, although the store manager Wu San was not very willing at first.

But after Elizabeth glanced at him, this reluctance immediately disappeared.

"No need to apologize."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, with a wise light in her eyes.

She waved her hands gently, as if to drive away the heaviness in the air.

The little maid's originally apologetic expression due to the misunderstanding was slightly uneasy. She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the mysterious and elegant hostess in front of her.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault."

Elizabeth's voice was soft but firm. She raised the leaf in her hand and let the sunlight shine through the thin leaf veins, reflecting an intricate picture of light and shadow:

"You see, these leaves are always admired by people when they are shining brightly. But when they quietly fall and turn into dust, the veins of life hidden in them are truly revealed."

Elizabeth's eyes are like a tranquil lake, gently reflecting the memory of the past:

"You are very much like an old friend of mine. She used to be like you, always treating the world with caution, but in fact, underneath her weak appearance, she had a heart that stood firm to herself. It's a pity."

Elizabeth's thoughts seemed to return to the past in an instant, and that dusty memory seemed to surge out of her words.

She looked far away, as if through the curtain of time, and saw the figure of her old friend.

Before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly, and an invisible layer of heaviness seemed to condense in the air.

The little maid raised her head slightly, with a trace of doubt and expectation in her eyes, trying to find out the hidden story behind Elizabeth's unfinished words.

However, Elizabeth did not continue, but returned her attention to the leaves in her hands.

after a moment of silence

Elizabeth suddenly turned her gaze to Fasalia by the river, and her calmness revealed a bit of seriousness:

"Are you willing to leave here with me and pursue a broader world?"

The gurgling river seems to be cut off from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Farsalia squatted by the river blankly, no longer scrubbing the clothes in her hands consciously.

She stared blankly at the crystal clear water, Elizabeth's words echoing in her mind, as if a bolt of lightning illuminated her otherwise monotonous life.

"Sir, do you want me to be your mage apprentice?"

Her voice was trembling, and her eyes shone with surprise and hope.

She carefully caught Elizabeth's gaze, as if it were an invisible clue leading to a dream.

Elizabeth's smile was warm, making her feel that the secret desire in her heart was slowly being awakened.

Farsalia lost her parents when she was young, and her aunt took the initiative to take her in and raise her.

Her aunt gave her endless love, but there was always a restless dream burning in her heart.

For many years, Farsalia has been longing for a different life, hoping that one day she could break free from the shackles of the past and embark on her own path of adventure.

Unfortunately, not everyone can embark on the path of their dreams.

Before that, most people may have been exhausted by the beast called "life" and no longer have any energy to chase the dreams in their hearts.

At this moment, Elizabeth was like an angel descending from the sky, cutting open the minions in Fasalia's "life", causing her fate to change silently.

Faced with this fleeting opportunity, she felt conflicted.

"Well, can you wait?"

Farsalia pinched the corners of her blouse tightly and begged in a low voice.

Her voice was as light as the night wind, almost lost in the gurgling sound of the river.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, leaned down and knelt down, level with Fasalia, and looked at her tenderly:

"Can you tell me the reason?"

Fasalia lowered her head in shame and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito:

"I want to give the money I have saved over the years to my aunt."

"My parents died early due to a conflict. It was my aunt's family who took me in. But since my uncle failed to start a business, he often drank to relieve his sorrows all day long. My cousin was idle all day long. I was worried that after I left, my aunt... "

"Don't worry, I won't follow you to eat and drink for free, I will work hard."

She didn't finish her words

Elizabeth gently put her hand on Fasalia's shoulder, interrupted her words, and gave her a firm and encouraging smile.

"Leave these to me and I will make them change their ways."

Elizabeth's voice was firm and confident, just like sunshine breaking through dark clouds, sweeping away the gloom in Fasalia's heart.

"Really?! That's great!"

Fasalia's eyes brightened instantly.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but her voice had never been so light and hopeful.

Elizabeth nodded:

"Of course, but this matter must be kept as a little secret between the two of us and cannot be told to anyone else."

As she spoke, she winked playfully, leaned down and said softly:

"Because if the traces of my spellcasting are exposed, it may cause a lot of trouble."

As if she understood some kind of contract, Farsalia quickly covered her mouth with both hands and nodded heavily, her eyes shining with longing and joy for the future.

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

Elizabeth smiled and held out her hand.

At this moment, Fasalia seemed to see a door to a new world opened in front of her by the hand of fate.

As for whether this change is good or bad?

Who knows? (End of chapter)