Sorcery Monarch Part 2

Chapter 292: Careful Contact

October 3rd, midday.

Bay City, Warehouse District.

The area was bustling with caravans and adventurer teams.

Most were here to sell or purchase various goods.

The Bay Territory collected taxes here, but only once per transaction.

Paris and his team were inspecting the modified iron-reinforced bows and longswords, expressing high praise for their enhanced features and quality.

Annie stood beside him, curiously observing the busy warehouse district, her attention mostly focused on Ralph and the carriage behind him.

Matthew pushed open the carriage door, and Yaya, happily munching on a candied hawthorn stick, sat on his shoulder as usual.

"Wow, are they really elves? They don't look like it at all..."

Yaya sneaked a glance at Paris, asking curiously.

Matthew's thoughts snapped back from his memories: "Yes, they are not just elves but elite elves with average high-tier strength."

"As for their disguise, it's said to be provided by a legendary elf spellcaster."

"Unless it's actively dispelled by another legendary spellcaster, their disguise is almost impossible to see through."

Yaya nodded in realization and pointed at the face looking at them:

"Wow, that big sister is so beautiful!"

Yaya's clear voice made Annie, who was looking over, smile faintly.

She discreetly observed Matthew's arcanist robe, smartly greeting him:

"Greetings, Lord of the Territory."

"She's also very cute..."

Somewhat surprised, Matthew looked at Annie, not expecting this.

This heir of the Silverleaf Family, who he'd only heard of but never seen, was completely unlike the arrogant elves he remembered.

Just this made Matthew regard her more highly.

To be able to form her own values and worldview, independent of her surroundings, was extraordinary.

"Perhaps if this heir hadn't died, the Silverleaf Family wouldn't have perished as they did in my memories."

Hearing Yaya's praise, Annie couldn't help but smile, her round, chubby cheeks shaking adorably, making people want to pinch them.

She happily said:

"My name is Yaya. Pretty big sister, what's your name?"

Feeling the warmth from Yaya, Annie discreetly took her gaze off Matthew and answered with a smile:

"Yaya is such a cute name. You can just call me Annie."

Before Annie could react, Yaya darted toward her with a swift movement, surprising her as she landed in her arms, sniffing curiously:

"Wow, what smells so good? I wonder how it tastes?"

Laughing helplessly, Annie didn't perch Yaya on her shoulder like Matthew but held the adorable creature in her arms, explaining:

"It must be the fruit I just ate. If you'd like, I can give you some later."

Hearing the implication in her words, Matthew, without the intention of taking Yaya back, smiled and said: