Governor's Mansion small dining room, four dishes and a soup, accompanied by beautiful women.
Roland's mood was exceptionally delightful.
The beauty accompanying him at this moment was not Sif, but Lisa.
Seeing the unmistakable smile on his lips, Lisa couldn't hold back her words.
"Why do you keep smiling?"
"Oh, nothing, just thought of something happy." Roland casually replied.
Sister Lisa seemed a bit absent-minded, and the quality of the food was not good; the long-unseen steak was overcooked.
But Roland didn't mind.
Seeing the smile in Roland's eyes, Lisa couldn't help but ask, "Roland, was it true that the elf you saw in your dream looked like Sif?"
"It's true."
"So you're eyeing Sif based on the standard of your dream lover?" Lisa also noticed the food was poorly prepared today, with too much vinegar accidentally added.
"Don't be ridiculous, am I such a shallow person?" Roland shook his head with a smile.
