Chapter 2262: Do you want to be my maid?

Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked up, only to see huge wings more than 100 meters long across the sky. On the back of the radiant purple-patterned griffon, stood a man in black.
A name flashed across everyone's hearts, and their expressions suddenly became shocked and delighted.
McGonagall glanced at the whole team, but at least everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group was relieved.
Speaking of it, he and the Rose Mercenary Corps had also fought side by side, and he had a good impression of Xivir, who likes to wear fur shorts.
Of course, he wasn't because of those toned legs.
McGonagall glanced at her plump breast...oh no, it was a wounded chest!
It seems that the ribs are broken, and there is internal bleeding, and the injury is not light. If it is not treated in time, it will probably not last long.
McGonagall frowned slightly. He originally planned to show them a way to wait until dawn before leaving on their own, but seeing Sivir's injury, I'm afraid he won't have to wait until tomorrow.
The Rose Mercenary Corps has no medical soldiers and a very bad lineup.
McGonagall doesn't know how to heal, but he has some healing potions in his hand.
"Go down." McGonagall ordered.
A Zi flapped his wings, and the trees underneath suddenly fell in all directions, exposing an open space with a radius of 100 meters and falling firmly to the ground.
McGonagall jumped off the back of the Griffin and walked towards Sivir.
Sivir looked at McGonagall with a slightly excited expression, with one hand supporting the tree trunk, struggling to get up, eyes full of stars shining.
Alex! That legendary man like a god!
Although he was wearing a mask on his face, the purple-patterned griffin was unique, and the horrible blow that killed the golden-eyed white tiger in that instant left an indelible mark in her heart.
"Drink it, I will take you out of here." McGonagall took out a red potion bottle and threw it towards Sivir.
Sivir grabbed the potion bottle, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said gratefully: "Thank you very much for your help!"
McGonagall looked at Sivir who was trying to bend, and said coldly: "If you don't want the bones to pierce the internal organs, you better not move."
Sivir's movements suddenly stiffened, and he slowly sat back on the ground against the tree trunk, gently unscrewed the potion bottle, and poured the red magic potion into his mouth.
The pure healing medicine slid down the throat, and the vigorous vitality burst forth. The injuries on his body were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the broken ribs healed.
Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked at McGonagall in awe from a distance, and looked at Sivir with worry.
Before, Sivir gave up his life to buy time for them to escape, drank the maddening potion, and launched an attack on the golden-eyed white tiger desperately, with the most serious injuries.
After just three minutes, Sivir opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and then bowed deeply to McGonagall, holding a purse in both hands, and said gratefully: "I am Sivir, thank you on behalf of the Rose Mercenary Corps. Your life-saving grace, please allow me to offer all the money and be willing to help you."
Killing the golden-eyed white tiger, saving everyone in the rose mercenary group, and giving her a high-level recovery potion, so that she can come back to life on the edge of death, Xivir felt that he gave her this life.
Although she is a woman, she is always strong, and she worships the strong like a man.
In her mind, Alex is the idol in her mind. In order to repay his kindness, it is also a kind of honor to be his subordinate.
"Do you want to be my maid?" McGonagall looked at Sivir with a strange expression.
"Huh?" Sivir was also taken aback, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be wrong, and two blushes suddenly appeared on his face.
But... Does he want a maid? If it's for Alex to be a maid... Although it's a bit embarrassing, it doesn't seem to be difficult to accept.
After all... After all, he saved her life.
"I am willing to help you." Sivir put his hands in front of him and leaned slightly, as if he had taken the role of a maid.
"???"
Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked at each other.
This style of painting has suddenly changed, and his own domineering and unruly tiger, how can he suddenly become someone’s maid?
But thinking about the identity of the other party, I only felt that I closed my mouth.
It doesn't seem to be a shame to be the maid of Lord Alex, it's an honor instead.
"I'll take you out of here." McGonagall turned and jumped on the back of the Griffon, his voice returning to his coldness.
Sivir looked at McGonagall and opened his mouth, but after all he was ashamed to ask if he was already his maid.
She is not a casual woman, and her team members are still watching.
Want a face!
"Go!" Xivir regained his former calmness and ordered to everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group.
Everyone boarded the purple griffin one after another.
They never thought that one day they would be able to board this imposing purple-patterned griffin and be escorted by Alex.
"My lord, the golden-eyed white tiger is a seven-level demon. It has produced a demon core, and the tiger skin is also a precious thing. You...you won't charge it?" Sivir looked at the white tiger's corpse not far away and said.
"Demon core?" McGonagall thought in his heart. I read in the book before that after a monster reaches level 7, it will evolve into a high-level monster, and it will produce a monster core, which is used by magicians to refine pharmaceutical agents and some formations. Important materials are quite precious.
McGonagall glanced at Sivir and the members of the Rose Mercenary Group, thinking that they were also a bit miserable this time, and they almost lost their lives, so he said: "Give you a quarter of an hour, and all you can take is yours."
Sivir and others looked happy.
Level 7 Warcraft is nothing to a big figure like Alex, but to a small mercenary group like the Rose Mercenary Group, it is simply a treasure!
If it weren't for the request to drag the whole white tiger back, they wouldn't even want to waste a piece of meat.
Demon cores, tiger skins, tiger teeth, tiger claws... In their eyes, everything is precious.
Scott stopped Dennis who was about to attack the tiger whip, gestured the direction of the Griffin with his eyes, and whispered: "This is not good."
"What's wrong? It is said that this golden-eyed white tiger's whip has a miraculous effect on that aspect, and it can be sold at a high price. I plan to get it down and give it to the adult to repay my life-saving grace." Dennis straightened.
"Aren't you saying that others are not good? If that adult is not happy, we can stay here." Scott was a little bit dumbfounded.
"It seems to be the same." Dennis scratched his head, but cut off the big baby neatly. "Then let's sell it. Last time I heard that someone sold a high price of 200,000 yuan. Better, the price will only be higher."