Chapter 679 Is This Lady Really an Elf?

It turns out that money can’t solve all problems, but it can solve most of them.

When Serira walked toward the queen step by step, wearing a sapphire and diamond crown, an ice bear skin cloak, and a gradient silk dress with waves of pearls billowing, more than one female officer smiled.

Pearls and gems that are not inferior to the queen mean a lot of wealth behind them;

The pure white ice bear skin cloak is draped easily on the shoulders, symbolizing powerful force value——

Not to mention knocking it down and cutting it, just wearing such a large piece will make the steps of a magician below the fifth level heavy;

Not to mention, what flashes among those gems is obviously the glow of magic...

While they were saluting, Queen Anne quickly threw a [Detection Magic] and then closed her eyes reflexively.

That elf girl, the drop-shaped silver-blue pendant on her forehead, what level of magic item is it? !

This level of light is at least one level brighter than the bracelet she wears close to her body, which seals the two fourth-level magic spells [Cure Fatal Wounds] and [Spell Immunity]!

No wonder the information provided by the Royal Mage Group was vague about this young lady, but it reminded her to be extra courteous...

Grete looked down at the ground, pricked up his ears, and sure enough he heard a few subtle inhalations. Glancing to the side, he saw Serila lowering her head in the same manner, but curved the corners of her mouth and blinked at him quickly——

Well, you're just here to show off, right?

Thinking of this, Gretel raised his head and stood up straight, and sure enough he saw the smile on the Queen's lips, which was not only humble and gentle, but also a little more cordial. And the arrogance that many of the female officials around the queen had previously felt was completely wiped out in an instant.

Before he could take a closer look, the Queen smiled brightly and asked Gretel and others to sit down. She fully fulfilled her duties as a host and greeted each of them:

He praised Gretel as a young man who advanced to level 6 mage in 5 years, and even mentioned his experience of going to the battlefield for the kingdom and fighting against the Glorious Holy See;

Thank you to Aunt Salia for coming all the way in her old age and lovingly recalling her feelings for the Spring Temple and her experience of growing up under the care of the nuns of the temple;

Chat with Joanna about her hometown of Heartland City, and praise the Order of the God of Nature for its long-standing contribution in taking care of the poor in the kingdom;

Showing just the right amount of curiosity about Cerela and envy of her ranger experience...

Every word, every smile makes people feel like a spring breeze. At least Sister Salia and Joanna were obviously moved.

Gretel watched with cold eyes. Every time the queen spoke to them, their heartbeats and blood pressure would soar to a peak.

As for Serila... Cerira at least didn't show any obvious impatience, and was still willing to sit here for a while, wasn't she?

After some cordial and elegant greetings, the Queen supported her waist with her right hand and awkwardly changed her posture. The female officer beside her quickly came over to help her. The Queen smiled and patted the back of her hand, then turned to Grete and his party:

"Master Nodmark, and everyone, thank you for traveling all the way from Nevis to the royal capital. From now on until delivery, my pregnancy and the future of the kingdom are entrusted to you."

Grete hesitated for a moment, torn between "Don't worry, I will try my best" and "Leave it to me". He always felt that either wording was a bit weird. Aunt Salia waited for a moment. Seeing that he didn't answer, she quickly saluted and picked him up:

"I am willing to serve His Majesty."

Ah, this is the format for talking to the queen... Although Gretel has received emergency training, the things he just put in it are not always easy to use. Hearing Sister Salia speak, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately repeated:

"I am willing to serve His Majesty."

OK... OK... Magician, Magician... Queen Anne repeated it in her heart, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and she raised her hand to signal to them:

"Now that I'm here, can you please take a look at my physical condition?"

He said please look, but he shrank back slightly and crossed his hands in front of him. Gretel looked at the queen's body language, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and turned to Cerela:

"You come?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and clapped it, and the golden treasure box in the space bag fell on the tea table with a bang. In an instant, there were thousands of golden lights and thousands of auspicious auras, and the female officials around the queen, two of whom were younger, let out a soft intake of breath again.

After all, the queen has seen a lot of gold and silver jewelry, nothing unusual. She just asked curiously:

"This is?"

"A magic tool that burns meditation images. I'll check it for you. I'll try not to get started. I'll take a look after they finish checking it."

The queen nodded and said nothing. Next to her, the female officer closest to her took a step forward and stood between the queen and the golden treasure box:

"How does this magic weapon work? Where can I order it? Can we order one?"

"I don't know how it works." Grete spread his hands generously:

"This was designed by Lord Almeida of [Philosopher's Rose], and the vice-president of the Alchemy Guild personally led people to make it. I'm not sure if you can order it. Maybe you can send a message to the Alchemy Guild?"

When he announced the name of the legendary mage, more inhaling sounds were heard among the female officers one after another.

Only the queen's smile remained unchanged. She stood up holding the hand of the female officer, made a "please" gesture to Cerela and Sister Salia, and entered the other room.

The female spellcasters soon followed. Gretel was left alone with the female officers, looking at each other with polite smiles:

Well, this older female officer looked at me with a very stern look. When she stared at me, her nasolabial folds almost extended to her cheeks. You don’t need to look at me like a thief. If it’s not absolutely necessary, I don’t want to touch the Queen directly. It’s very troublesome...

This female officer in a green skirt, you don't look good, and your breathing is a little too shallow. Is it too tight around the waist and uncomfortable?

This young lady, it seems that you were the one staring at Cerela's crown just now, staring the hardest, right? There's no point in staring. Even I don't have the guts to snatch the jewels from the Dragon Clan...

After a while, the door leading to the inner room of the tea room opened, and Cerela came out gracefully. He flashed past the female officers and put a chip and a long note directly into Grete's hand:

"I think it's okay! Just take a look!"

Grete stood up first, nodded to the Queen, and then looked down at the electrocardiogram. The heart rate is normal, the chip is stimulated, and a closer look at the B-ultrasound image shows that the fetal development is generally normal, and there is no placenta previa or anything.

As for the fetal position and the like, this will have to be determined until delivery. There is no point in worrying about this now.

"Congratulations to Her Majesty the Queen. The current situation is everything is normal." He bowed slightly and congratulated the Queen. There was a lot of singing around her, and the female officials congratulated the queen one after another. The queen smiled:

"Thank you for your hard work. Well, during this period, I would also like to trouble you to come to the palace every week to check on my situation. This is my clerical lady, Baroness Vitegue. She will guide you to the palace in the future——"

The middle-aged female officer with shallow breathing and pale face that Gretel had noticed before took a step forward and greeted them. The Queen continued to introduce:

"If you want to continue treatment at the Maternity and Infant Hospital, she will also make arrangements for you."

Knowing that the interview was over, Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, quickly expressed his willingness to accept, and stood up to leave. Baroness Witteg stepped forward with a smile, opened the door herself, and made a "please" gesture.

Cerira followed Gretel out of the tea room. The group of people walked for about ten steps in silence. Serira's ears turned left and right, and she suddenly smiled:

"Hehe...they are so fun..."

"What's the matter?"

Grete turned to look at her. Cerela looked at the baroness leading the way and shook her head without answering. It wasn't until she walked through the atrium and was ushered into a small banquet hall, and saw Sister Salia and Pastor Joanna washing their hands, that she leaned into Gretel's ear and whispered:

"They were saying just now, am I not an elf? Why do I like these pearls and gems so much? They feel like dragons... Hehehehe..."

Grete held his forehead. Miss, I know you are a dragon, that’s why you have such a large collection, but...where is your point of laughter?

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