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When Sylvanas settled in the slum hotel, night had already fallen. Under the command of the Draenei garrison, the entire patrol of Shatas was busy maintaining order at night. Blue flags depicting Naru in the city were inserted on the aisles and bridges. In the humid and cool air, they were all hanging down on the flagpole. Sylvanas glanced at the sea of ​​stalls of different races outside the hotel. The flags were hanging weakly. Vendors stayed at the stalls in families, and the tired children leaned against their parents and were drowsy. But Sylvanas could see that their stomachs had been filled for the first time in these months.

Sylvanas's cloak suddenly shook a few times, and the breeze brought a strange smell. The reason why it was strange was that there was no smell, but Sylvanas could feel it.

"My belly will be full of gratitude," said a voice. "Pret bigger than rabbits is not easy to eat."

Sylvanas held a wooden wine glass in his hand, looked down and found that it was a high-elf woman wearing a snow-white long skirt. Her smooth silver hair reminded Sylvanas of her sister Wenresa. But the female elf had no elf's aura at all. Her behavior was very casual, and her speech was a bit out of place with the temperament of that face.

Sylvanas looked at her food again. It was a Tabu sheep, a petite but fierce antelope; and also cracked-hoofed beef, hunting them was definitely a challenge, but a cracked-hoofed beef could satisfy the three-day meat volume of the entire hotel.

When the female elf walked into the hotel, an ogre made a welcoming laugh. They should know each other, but can the ogre really be friends with the elf?

After a glass of wine was finished, Sylvanas looked here regretfully - it seemed that she would not have a chance to come here again in the future. But she had nothing to complain about.

She took out a silver coin and put it on the counter. She was about to leave, but suddenly felt something. Sylvanas looked back, and the female elf and the ogre were still joking.

Did I feel wrong? Ranger frowned. Someone was staring at him just now.

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"She's gone, Sefiel. Why don't you follow?" asked the ogre Larik carefully, turning his head aside and watching the direction of Sylvanas' disappearance.

"No need." said the female elf. She put down the wine glass in her hand. Surprisingly, the action made no sound. Larik stared at the wine glass in surprise, and the wine inside was filled again at some point. Then, Sefiel drank the wine in the same way as the raising glass just now.

"Didn't you say that the elf shouldn't be here?"

"She shouldn't have appeared, but that doesn't mean I need to keep up with her to understand what I want to know."

Larik scratched his head, not understanding what Sefiel was saying at all. "Then what is your purpose for coming here?"

The female elf sat down at the table and smiled. She stared at the empty wooden wine glass, and soon, it filled up again as she thought. "Time is amazing, Larik. As long as you make good use of it, you can have many opportunities."

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

"That's right." Sefiel's voice seemed particularly harsh, "This won't affect you at all, and..." She strengthened her tone, "Even if you know, you will soon forget."

A chill surged through Larik's skin, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up. His two big eyes stared at Sefiel, the elf smiling. No, the ogre knew she was not an elf.

His memory was retreating, and his words and deeds just now were disappearing, and he didn't even realize it.

"This is the charm of time." Sefiel smiled, only she could hear her voice. Everything in the hotel was recovering and retreating, the empty wine glass was filled again, the curtains blown by the wind were slowly lowered, the people who came in went out, and the people who went out were back.

Sefir looked at everything around him with satisfaction, but he had not returned to the time and space node she wanted to go back the most until the slim female elf retreated back to her seat.

"It's not enough." Sefiel stared at Sylvanas's side face as if observing a work of art. She quickly showed an angry expression. This face should not be so healthy, it should be gray and cold. Sefiel shook his head and took out a rag doll. This is why she can manipulate time. The bronze dragon cannot use its own power in the outer realm, and can only rely on specific props. The only disadvantage of doing this is that the power of the prop itself is limited and cannot be controlled by itself, which helps Sefiel to retreat time.

"You have to go back a little." Sefiel snapped his fingers, time continued to retreat, and Sylvanas got up again to the door. This time the node was when she first came here.

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The moment Sylvanas stepped into the hotel, she immediately noticed something strange. Why is it familiar here? The female elf frowned, and she found the bar without even careful observation, and then ordered a glass of local wine without looking at the menu. Everything was natural, as if she was very familiar with the store.

Impossible! She was here for the first time and at Shatas for the first time. She shouldn't have been familiar with this place.

After the female elf took a sip of the wine, the strange feeling in her heart seemed even more real. The taste of the wine was the same as she expected. Sylvanas was sure that this was the first glass of wine she had ever drunk in the foreign land. She could not praise the taste of the wine in other languages. There was only one word in her mind - familiarity.

"This is the Crow's wine." Her confusion brought others to explanation. Sylvanas looked up and saw an elf woman in a long white dress staring at her, and a smile on her face. "It was made of berries produced from the Taroka Forest, which tasted great."

Sylvanas blinked, and the feeling this woman gave her was very different. There was a thought flashing through her mind. The strange feelings just now were all related to this woman.

"Crowman?" Sylvanas recovered and covered his inner thoughts with a smile. "The kind of creature with feathers all over his body, with pointed beaks and claw-shaped hands and feet?"

"Are you a Forgotten?" the other party asked suddenly.

Sylvanas's face froze, why did he suddenly change the subject? What is the Forgotten? His intuition as a ranger for many years told her that this woman must have bad intentions.

"I'm not, I haven't even heard of this name."

"It seems I was wrong." The elf took a sip of wine and asked again: "Are you an adventurer?"

"I'm, I'm here to look for astrologists. Do you know where they are?"

“On the platform near the west side of the city.”

"Thank you!" Sylvanas immediately stood up. She thought the other party would stop her, but when she walked out of the hotel, she didn't hear words like "stop" or "wait". The female elf looked back and looked at her. The woman was already facing her back and tasting the wine in big mouthfuls.

“It’s really strange.”

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Sefiel took out the rag doll again. Looking at the patches and ugly needlework on the doll, she simply removed the decoration of the doll and took out the fragments of time hidden inside that could really manipulate time.
Chapter completed!