She had finished her exam early, and was about to leave the place when she heard a muffled noise behind her - she was a little sluggish, and when she turned her head, it was enough time for the people to surround it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's going on?!get out of the way!" Judy's expression changed rapidly, and she walked quickly to the side, a magic that flowed with her as she walked, and caused the crowd to unconsciously retreat, leaving a path - Fitney followed the path to see the girl who fell to the ground, curled up.

Chris.

A hint of inexplicable emotion flashed through Fitney's mind, and Judy was already crouching down beside her at this time—in fact, she couldn't do anything at all—healing the sick with magic was something that the Holy See could do, and her specialty was not suitable for that.

Chris curled up on the ground, trembling incessantly, his petite body seemingly tormented by pain - unable to even make a sound.

"Mr. Chris, oh my God......" The people retreated after seeing all this, and Judy called her name, and the moment it touched her arm, the fat woman's normally healthy and ruddy face turned pale.

"I'll take her to the infirmary. Fitney then walked over and deftly separated Judy's hand from Chris's body, and then she crouched down to pick him up—the process was so easy that Fitney barely exerted any strength—for Chris's weightless shell was like a weightless shell, and only her uncontrollable trembling made one feel that she was a living thing.

"That ......" Judy hesitated for a moment, but when Fitney turned, she saw that the eyes of the girl who had never been tough were smeared with a stubborn and determined light - a look that made it impossible for her to refuse what Fitney had offered to do.

What's more, what happened to Chris was reason enough for her not to stop Fitney from doing it - all she could do was give Fatney a meaningful look at Chris when she helped her away.

"Well, gentlemen, remember the time of the funnel - to continue your exams. Fitney heard Judy's greeting, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to help Chris, walking out.

"Don't ...... Don't ......" As soon as she took a few steps, the words that she struggled to spit out rang in her ears - the broken phrase made it difficult to decipher what she really meant, "Med...... Room...... Dormitory...... Hurry up ......"

Fitney understood—Chris told her not to go to the infirmary, but to go back to her dorm.

Without hesitation, Fitney paused for a moment and took out a small bottle from her pocket - the small bottle contained a richly colored liquid, she turned around and fed some to Chris, who had no ability to resist, and when she felt her violently trembling body gradually stop trembling, she turned and ran in the direction of Chris's dormitory.

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Bang!

Fitney rudely slammed open the door opened with the key handed out by Chris's weak hand, but she didn't find a stone next to the door when she entered, and she tripped and fell to Chris, who was holding her, and slipped down her side and rolled on the ground for some distance.

Knowing Chris's situation at this point, Fitney exhaled, closed the door, and walked forward, but she stopped when she approached Chris, because she saw that in the hall of this dormitory, a teenager was elegantly holding a cup, Fitney didn't care if the liquid was coffee or wine, she stared at Ed, not wanting to miss any of his expressions.

"It seems that this time the time interval between the onset of the disease is shorter. Ed put down the cup in his hand and smiled mysteriously, "I always think you know something?"

"Sir, I think you're the one who knows something, she's my friend, and now she's in trouble, I'm going to help her, that's all. Fitney forced himself to calm himself and said.

"Friends? No, you don't have friends. Eddard, however, hit the nail on the head.

"Don't look at me with your businessman's eyes - I was a nobleman before, but I hate that kind of hypocritical politeness - that's why I left that group. Fitney frowned.

She had a vague premonition that this sudden appearance of Ed would ruin her plans - his appearance was definitely not accidental, not to mention the profound words he had said at this time.

"The reason you left that group was because you were too weak - you would do anything to become stronger, Miss Wizdem, I have heard that the word Wizdem was used to describe magicians who would do anything for the sake of power - and you inherited the name, erased the disgusting meaning behind them, and became the vehicle of supreme glory - you have the blood of this surname in your veins. Ed said calmly, "It seems that you sensed the secret of Chris and Barlow's flower, so you changed this friend to a potion with the opposite medicinal properties, Brown Wood Powder, right?"

Fitney's eyes didn't change, and his hands clenched into fists were stained with sweat.

"Well, put that aside, another notable example is poor Haylith and Hubert, or Shealy is also your stepping stone. You always know what these things are going to grow in people's minds in order to make it work in your own favor - I almost thought you were stupid, but now you really have the ability to be a politician who kills people without seeing blood?" Ed's words were aggressive, and Fertenay's seemingly unchanged face was actually gradually turning sallow.

Fitnair took a step forward, a step that seemed to take some of her strength, making her face as bloodless as Ed's.

"I think Chris needs to settle down now and let me talk to you about what you're saying to me. Fitney said.

Ed said, "Speaking of Chris, brown wood powder can counteract the effect of Barlow's Flower -- that's disastrous for Chris, but she doesn't know what you're doing, and she trusts you so much? ”

What to expect?

Fitnair looked at Ed and said no more.

It seems that Ed has already made up his mind to break her verbally today.

She wanted to see what he could say.

"It's a life of despair, and at first we think we're in a paradise, but now we find that it's just a gloomy castle -- who are the people who have ruined our good hopes? Ed's tone was sharp, and he stood up, wearing his familiar dark blue coat, his face gradually being buried in a shadow as he moved away from the window, "Maybe we're actually the same kind of people?"