The third month of the month of Roses, the month of mist is coming. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow brought a deathly silence - the sound of falling snow buried everything, including the gray walls of Starlight and the White Tower.

Although Xinghui University is the only magician university in the mainland, it can't change the changes that Rose May has brought to the mainland.

But it can change a small part of the place.

Chris wore a short cape with a fur collar today, and his delicate face was more like a cat, smaller and cuteer. She was humming a song at this time, trot in the school building, and the dull layout of the school building would not change because of her momentary liveliness, so it made the picture a little strange.

She didn't care about it, and when she trotted like a cat, she didn't make a sound.

The only sound in the hallway was her humming.

She soon reached the staircase at the end of the corridor, when she reached into her cloak and carefully pulled out a brass pocket watch with six petals of flowers, which seemed to suit her well, but the surface was mottled and showed a sense of age, similar to the style of this school building, which did not quite fit her.

Chris clutched the pocket watch in his hand tightly, and the song in his mouth did not stop, and he went up the stairs.

It wasn't until she reached the third floor that she stopped—abruptly to the song she was humming.

"Alright." The abrupt pause was confusing, and while stopping, Chris kept looking at his watch before speaking softly after a long time.

Click. Click......

The sound of machinery at work sounded, and from the first sound, this section of the staircase "cracked" through an invisible break in the front.

The stairs began to move to the side, and Chris closed his eyes, not panicking, and even slightly opened his hands, enjoying it.

The staircase finally stopped on the wall of a flight of stairs with patterns indistinguishable from the rest, and then the "door" slowly opened.

Looking at the open door on the wall, Chris smiled with satisfaction and stepped inside.

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This is a flower house.

Under the glass depicting the patterns are neatly arranged flower pots, some of which are suspended in the sky, and the variety of plants in these pots is dizzying.

No one thought that there was such a place inside Starlight—as far as the eye could see, as if all the plants one could find—vines stretching from one side of the glass to the other, and flowers of various colors, and there might be subtle differences between two pots of similar colors, such as the petals of one pot hanging down and the other pot of flowers being larger.

This is something that is not found in the world outside and surrounded by the Rose May.

Fitney didn't expect such a place either.

Fitney didn't think he'd come here to do this.

The white-haired girl was now carrying a bucket in both hands, and the tin bucket was filled with water—it was a bit difficult for her to carry a bucket of this weight—and her cloak had been freed and folded somewhere, and placed on the ground. After walking around, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Hello, Lornais." Fitney sighed, and as soon as he turned around, he met a pair of cat-like eyes—Chris smiled, and Fitney was close at hand.

Fitney stiffened, but recovered quickly, and then she politely said, "Hello, Chris."

"You can call me Xiao Ke!" Chris happily hugged Fitney's arm.

Chris's stalker is useful, at least now Fatney is willing to talk to her.

Although there is still not much to say.

"What are you doing here?" Fitney felt the weight of Chris holding his arm, his body sank a little, and he asked quietly.

"Come and see you," Chris said as a matter of course, "Letta won't really let you help her look at the flower room, will he?" Although her achievements are not very good, this thing is indeed managed by her, the first one in the mainland......"

It sounded like Chris felt that Fitney was incapable of managing the flower room - Fitney walked forward with a blank face, looking a little angry.

"Oh, I don't think you're up to the job, but I didn't expect you to be so experienced in planting, you know that almost all the potion materials that magicians want can be found here." Chris hurriedly said, "Letta doesn't like to embarrass people...... You wouldn't have offered to say that you were going to come to the flower room to help, would you? ”

Fitney wasn't angry at Chris's suspicious words just now, she was just a little discouraged by the thought of why she was here.

Turning the corner, on the other road, seeing a figure busy in front of a certain flower pot, Fitney sighed again.

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Three days ago.

"It's been a good job these days, what's the purpose of preserving that vanilla root?" Liteta was in the lab, leaning against the table, picking up a cup of tea and sipping it, looking at the twisted plants in a glass jar not far away.

"Taken together with gourd grass, these two plants have similar properties – they can be preserved to some extent, and if you can, you can add a cross vine." Fitney said.

Letta smiled as she curled her lips - casual and almost easygoing, but Lightetta smiled very little.

It was also difficult for Fitney to read the true emotion in her expression, she felt that this was a person who was very easy to communicate with, but in fact rejected people from thousands of miles away.

But this time, her smile made her feel a little lighter.

"Studied plants? Although the knowledge of magic is basically equal to ignorance, there are some surprising hobbies. Leteta said.

Fitney had to admit that these were straightforward and hurtful words, but he was still expressionless: "It's not a new thing for hunters in the forest to know some plants."

At this moment, a figure slowly walked into the laboratory, and he poked his head out of the doorway, surveyed the laboratory with curious eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Fitney and Letta.

"I'm going out for a few days, do you have any interest in plant planting?" Letta listened to Fertenay's words, chuckled, and turned her head, "If you're interested, this time will allow you to take care of some plants." ”

Fitnäy wanted to refuse, her eyes moved slightly, but in fact she did not leave the book - although she had this kind of knowledge with Darwin, she did not want to trouble herself until she was officially enrolled.

The figure drew nearer, and it was clear that it was a boy—with an oriental face. His black eyes reflected Fitney's back.

Fitney thought of what Fresson had said to herself, and those words made her wary.

A choice isn't necessary, but it's not a good thing to give up halfway.

In other words, less is less.

"I'm ......" As soon as Fitney opened his mouth, the boy stretched out his hand—palm, arm, face, until the whole body turned into light and melted into Fitney's body—the girl raised her head, her eyes turned pure black, "Okay." ”