It was a morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Mystery Society welcomed a very special guest—Ed Ansendil, dressed in the familiar dark blue coat and holding a delicate white porcelain cup with coffee, taking a sip—and the voice suddenly sounded as he opened the door, and he saw a person, who had opened the door without any permission.

"I think you'd better give me a proper explanation. - Or do you want me to tell you to get out? Ed looked at the thin girl with white blonde hair, and his voice was steady like a sea of danger.

"It's not like you usually talk to me." Fitnair looked at the young man, not frightened by his momentum, and sneered.

"But I'm not in that mood today." Ed said slowly, "You have one more sentence that proves that what you are doing now makes sense to me. ”

Ed put down his glass, and it landed on the table with a crisp sound, and then his palm opened, and Fitnet could feel the magic gathering there, and those hands were like a whirlpool in the sea, able to suck everything into it—no less threatening than that.

Fitnair closed the door, locked it up, and leaned against the wall, her head tilted back, her attitude cold, even though she had taken the initiative to seek out Ed: "Your brother is going to kill you—because you are a man of great talent." ”

In an instant, the magic in Eddard's palm dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

"I thought they had wooed you - a stupid disciple of Letta who hated Ed Ansendel deeply." Ed's face had a smile again, but when it matched his words, it was full of flavor that people couldn't explore.

"I do hate you." Fitney said.

"What an honor, then, it seems that those people disgust you more than I am, ma'am." Ed's mood seemed to be very happy.

"Listen, Ed, I'm not in the mood to talk to you today about useless things - they've been trying to assassinate you, and even though they've failed, you can't catch them all." Fitney didn't want to talk to Ed about anything superfluous, "You asked Xilei to tell me that your recent bad form doesn't mean you think I can do something?" ”

"Why do you think Sheray will listen to me? My friend. Ed asked.

Fitney listened to Chris and Hilley's statements, which were not very clear and carried all kinds of doubts.

"I can imagine you can't convince her, but you can use her and give her some hints." Fitney said.

"Huh...... Have you ever heard of the Haysom family? Ed said softly.

"Is that the family that was abandoned for treason - I have heard that some of them ended up in the Duchy of Ansendire, as is their crime, it is really sad, it turned out to be a false accusation, but now it becomes a fact - is this the identity of the man who infiltrated the school?"

"Yes—Gurrett Haythen, my brother, Morton Ansendeer's lackey, who killed the real Tren and infiltrated the school, and they wanted to get rid of me, but only to clear the way for their ultimate purpose, so they saw you, who had the worst relationship with me—and they were not wrong in their judgment."

"That Gruette also stole the weapons of the Mystic Society, trying to exacerbate the conflict between me and you, and then use Kaloda well." Fitney seemed to be inquiring about this possibility, but what was already logically connected, there was no need for more judgment.

"Hate is the source of endless strength and the source of human stupidity." Ed said.

Speaking more than what those people were trying to exploit, Fitnair looked at him, "Are you saying that the reason why Gurrett did this is also out of hatred?" ”

"Yes, the hatred of being falsely accused for doing one's duty to one's country, the hatred of being separated from one's loved one and never seeing each other again, the hatred of being powerless to change the situation before him, and allowing it to happen - that is the work of a coward, and one cannot but despise it." Ed said, "People with hatred can no longer be named by good and evil. ”

Fitney fell into deep thought.

"It turns out that you are also a weak person." Ed looked at her expression and said.

"Not everyone can be like you." "Well, if you're removed, they're going to be unscrupulous about what follows—but what is their purpose?" Why use Kaloda, and do he have any other helpers? ”

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Fitnair stood in place, looking at Gurrett on the steps, he did not react at all to the fact that the conspiracy was exposed, but seemed very calm.

"You go to Hubert and make him a promise to attack the flower house on your behalf, and to conceal your true purpose, so that he can be caught by the Nature Society in order to distract you from the fact that he is the real murderer - you abandoned him and took advantage of poor Helice." Fitnair stepped on the first step of the stairs between her and Gurret, his voice calm, "You attacked the Flower House with Hubert, making us think that your target was Calendula - in fact, it should be Kaloda in the Flower House - and you were determined to blame Ed for the previous explosion and the fault of the Nature Society gathering, and you succeeded in all of this, so you can safely complete your final work and let Morton enter the Starlight in an attempt to destroy this place once and for all." ”

"You're right, and I'm a little suspicious—why did you place your planting in the White Tower of Tren? Let me take it lightly? If that's the case, I'll admit you lied to me. Gurrett followed, stepping on the stairs with the first step.

"That's true, another reason is that I want to see what the black gas in the White Tower that I feel familiar with is - it's that you manipulated Wendy and Helis at the same time - and you controlled Wendy so that Alva had to bring me into the Nature Society, expand my hatred with Eddard, and at the same time borrow her hand to obtain the Giant Vine." Fitnair stepped on the second step.

"How do you confirm my identity?" Gurrett did the same.

"Tren has a title in the Duchy of Ansendil, so he is your target; And the Haysom family's expertise in alchemy increases your chances of success - but your help makes me think it's too deliberate - why would a powerful professor help an unknown student and tell her how to do that crazy move? Fitney sighed.

In fact, he did almost nothing flawlessly—but it was Fitney who he was trying to deceive, and the girl's suspicious nature and being in a place that made her uneasy made her especially wary of help, even if Astolford had not told her that the professor had a problem, she would have investigated Gurret.

"You should be there in Rose May." Fitnair didn't hear what Gurrett said next, and said something else, "The traveler who pulled Granee to me." ”

"That's true." Gurrett did not deny it.

"Okay, that's it for that. If there's anything missing, we'll talk about it later. Fitney said.

"Okay." Gurrett agreed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the white-haired girl moved—she held her sword like a bird, and like an eagle.

Gurrett held out his hand, and there was a strong heat on his metal-wrapped arm—he aimed at the girl—and when the light flickered, she staggered the attack like a ghost, dodging it, but slowing it down.

When!

Gurrett took a step and swung his right hand up from behind the side, blocking the girl's sword!