"Charlotte, I'm hungry!"

"Don't make a fuss! You have a good book, what can you be hungry for. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Charlotte! Wycliffe is hungry!"

"Don't make a fuss! he's a mechanical creature, and now it's just a trace of thought attached to the thinker's skull!" Charlotte, who was lying on the desk writing and drawing, threw her pen in annoyance and pointed to the skull with a crystal jaw in the middle of the desk, "Do you think he can eat like this?"

"Why can't you eat it!" hovering in the air, Elle swooped down and snatched the inkwell off the table, then forcefully broke open the jawbone of the Thinker's skull, and grunted into it.

Charlotte was dumbfounded, and the hollow eyes of the thinker's skull also burst into a faint blue divine fire, and the flames flickered, as if the other party was in the mood at the moment.

"Is it delicious? Wycliffe! Oh, it's delicious, don't thank me!

Elle looked back at Charlotte and grinned, "Look! He's eating so well now! he's still laughing!"

As she spoke, she wrestled the jawbone of the Thinker's skull up and down, and let out a hehehahaha giggle in a voiced voice.

The ink quickly soaked the desk, and Charlotte covered her forehead with a headache as she mentioned El's collar, "What the hell are you idiots doing!"

"That's right, you stupid little girl! Look what stupid things you've done!" Wycliffe complained loudly, "Feed the machinery with engine oil!

"Engine oil doesn't work either!" Charlotte rolled her eyes in anger, "Take a good look at yourself, now you have nothing but a skull!"

He looked at the white paper on the table, which was covered with dozens of models, soaked in ink beyond recognition.

"Crepe, Crepe, Crepe, Crepe......" Elle, who was lifted by the back collar, kicked her white legs in the air.

"Oil, oil, oil,......" a strange black skeleton bumped against its teeth under the jawbone.

Maybe she should be glad that the research for eight hours in a row is not in the state, otherwise Charlotte, who has been ruined, is only afraid of hanging herself.

"I see, crepe!" Charlotte touched her shriveled belly and looked at Wycliffe, who was still chattering, "as for the oil...... Don't even think about it until your huge body is out of the astral seal!"

With that, he ignored the cheering Elle and the wycliffe, who was desperate for his jaws, and pushed open the door and entered the corridor.

The oncoming east wind made him shiver, and at some point, the winter snow had stopped. The haze in the night sky disappeared, the thin clouds were mysteriously colored by the moon and stars, and under the bright moonlight, the branches of the shrubs in front of the corridor picked up crystal clear snowflakes.

The night here is different from Icewind Castle, where you can see the brilliant aurora borealis in the night sky if you're lucky. Wisps of seven-colored aurora hung gorgeously in the night, full of innocence and fantasy like the colorful ink happily spread by children.

"So, I hate places outside of the North. ”

Charlotte muttered, tightened her winter suit, and shrunk back to the kitchen.

For Charlotte in this life, he was a southerner in his previous life, and he was very unaccustomed to the climate of the north at first. But when you are familiar with the grass and trees, the wind and the snow, you feel that there is no more beautiful and magnificent scenery in the world than the north.

Known as a fighting people, the Erosa people are warm and generous, and when drunk, they will throw their fists at even the nobles if they disagree with each other.

In the winter monsoon, knee-deep in the snow you can see brave hunters with fur, hounds, longbows, and knives, sharing spirits around campfires and showing off their catches with red faces.

Well, although showing off to the end, it is generally inevitable to have a hand-to-hand fight.

Now that I think about it, compared to San Lorenzo, which is full of treacherous struggles and people's livelihoods, it is really a paradise. At least the way to resolve disputes between the nobles and the poor is very straightforward, and whoever has the biggest fist will be right.

Although for a long time, Charlotte was quite uncomfortable. But with a group victory at the age of six, he quickly fell in love with that taste, and since then he has embarked on the road of no return - egging on Aivan, leading the cute Lori Fevien Leigh, and taking his own group of little brothers - to fight the major manors.

But now, nearly nine years have passed since leaving Erosa. They can no longer fool around as carefree as before, no longer giggle heartlessly all day long, and the weight of responsibility, which is called responsibility, begins to gradually weigh on their not so thick shoulders.

As she passed by Vivien Leigh's room, Charlotte looked at the closed door and dark window, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hang over the door. After a long time, he shook his head, but he still couldn't knock on the door.

He covered his mouth with his hands, exhaled a large mouthful of white mist, rubbed his hands, racked his brains to recall the various things in his past life, but regretted to find that even Charlotte's memory processing technique could not help him manage the memories of his past life, and the things in his past life were like a dream, and after waking up, he began to blur.

"My past life...... What's the name?" He froze for a moment, then shook his head in relief and pushed open the kitchen door.

Inside, there was nothing to be seen in the dark winter ground, only the cold firewood on the stove at the door could be seen through the slight moonlight reflected in the snow, and further inside, it was a blurry blackness.

"Then again, I'm dizzy, how can there be crepes here?" he estimated that the little girl would make a lot of noise again, but the first priority was to fill his stomach first.

"Who!"

Vaguely, he noticed something suddenly squirming in the darkness, and quickly regained his composure. Charlotte immediately activated a defensive spell, and subconsciously pointed to the ceiling, and a bright but not dazzling magic light suspended on the top of the kitchen, illuminating the spacious kitchen in detail.

Charlotte looked at the source of the sound vigilantly, and when she saw the other party clearly, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, and then opened her mouth, and the bewilderment in capital letters appeared on her face.

Dressed in a blue and white samurai uniform, Vivien Leigh was staring at the floor with a blushing face, holding a large piece of meat muffins in both hands, her originally heroic face bulging, and the corners of her cherry blossom-colored lips still had yellow meat floss.

It's as cute as a squirrel that has spotted a pine cone in the middle of winter!

Charlotte couldn't help but burst out laughing, he pointed to Vivien Leigh's bulging face, and laughed, "I've been worried that you won't be able to turn the corner!"

Fei Wenli squatted down in shame, she looked at the small half of the meat muffin in her hand, and wanted to throw it away, but her blue eyes were watery, and she looked reluctant.

Her face flushed, and at last she puffed out her cheeks unhappily and made a sullen voice, "What, what! Don't laugh at me, I—I've been troubled!"

Vivien Leigh tilted her head in shame, and Charlotte noticed that her crystal clear earlobes were flushed like fire.

"It's just, it's just worrying, worrying, it's just hungry......"

"It's a lot of physical effort to worry about it......"

Her voice grew small, mosquito-like.