✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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- Tread, tread, tread.

The beautiful gray elf walked directly in front of Susie. She has short light-colored shoulder-length hair, a straight back, a meticulous formal suit, with neat collars, cufflinks, and belts, a stabbing sword, gold-rimmed monocles, and very pale gray pupils.

"Olivia Lan, a half-blood moon elf when she was alive." She saluted Susie, "The last consul of the Starry Ring. Greetings to you, Your Excellency.

After speaking, he turned to Raphael: "Lord sword-wielding."

But when Raphael saw her, he looked a little stunned: "It's you...?" I thought you had evacuated with you.

The last archon looked calm: "My oath of succession is to love this city until the last moment of my life, Lord Swordbearer, and you were there at the time.

Raphael: "... There is no need to take such an oath seriously.

Olivia: "If you can't do it, then it's called an oath."

Raphael: "..."

Olivia Lan ★★★★

Race: Grey Elves

Details: A serious and focused, resilient lady. This lady is better at scheming and numbers games than the swords of the battlefield, and of course, the elves' shadow stabbing sword is not for nothing. As a friendly reminder, it's best not to let her find out that you are lazy. 】

Susie: Hey, that's the type.

She couldn't help but feel a certain kind of awe of a junior high school student facing a teaching director, and a salted fish employee facing a workaholic manager, which she hadn't felt like this for a long time since she was promoted to group leader, mainly because her direct boss was also a good fisherman... Ahem, it's far away.

Now the situation is reversed: how does the leader of the fishing master treat her model worker subordinates?

"The operation of the Magic Wizard Factory needs workers, and the number of people in the territory is not enough at this stage..."Olivia pushed down her glasses and muttered for a moment, "I know, leave it to me."

She carefully inquired about the current situation of the territory, took a piece of paper and drew a sketch of the town, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded: "I already have a general understanding, don't worry, Lord Lord." My soul fire is still burning, my vows are still valid, and I will work for you until the moment you no longer need me.

Susie: "Hmm... Thanks, thanks?

Hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on the gray elf's stern face, "No, lord, it is my honor to serve you.

Looking at Olivia's departing back, Susie couldn't help but glance up at Raphael.

"Lady Lan is a very good consul." Raphael coughed lightly and explained, "Although she has been in office for a relatively short time, her abilities can be trusted.

Susie: "... I saw it.

Although the Archon Lady said "Lord Swordbearer" to Raphael, when she learned that Susie had entrusted the maintenance of order in the town to the Death Knight, she looked at Susie as painfully as if she were looking at a lord who was stunned.

But Raphael wasn't angry either, he smiled: "She's still a little unwilling, after all—"

The Death Knight stopped abruptly and didn't continue.

Susie looked at her knight and didn't continue to ask, she opened the system panel, clicked on Olivia's file, and looked at it again.

...... No.