Fresen's office is located in the White Tower, the most central part of the University of Stars, the tallest building on the continent, with a white and immaculate surface that makes people think they're in the wrong place when you walk in. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's like a larger library, surrounded by countless books.

Fitnair stepped into Freisen's White Tower and rubbed his hands, which were cold even in his cloak—perhaps out of nervousness.

Even if Lightetta is not investigated for the whereabouts of the flower named "Granella", according to what Sheret told her not long ago, her enrollment procedures will not be processed until the following year.

What's going on? Maybe it's just Chris joking with himself?

Fettnay felt a mess in his head—since three days ago.

Going up the stairs, Fitnair looked at the library-like layout, and gradually relaxed, not knowing how long she had walked—she didn't feel the passage of time because she kept thinking.

Soon Fitnay reached the top floor, which was no longer surrounded by bookcases, but a door with the same pattern as the fountain in the flower room, and in the center there was an apple motif—a very obvious pattern.

With a slight hesitation, Fitney's wrist strained, and he was pushed away with this force, without making a sound—and with his eyes wide, Fitney saw that Freisen's office was crescent-shaped, and when he pushed the door open, there was a desk in front of it, and a staircase leading to the top—and on either side were books and utensils placed haphazardly, similar to that of Leyta's laboratory.

The most conspicuous thing is an oil painting hanging on the wall.

There are four people on the painting.

Fitnair recognized Wicker and Freisen, who were no different from what he remembered, and both had smiles on their faces—two others, a man who looked like a "dwarf", and a beautiful woman.

Fitnair looked at the man with the dark gray beard, and recalled the conversation between Wicker and Fresson—this was the Yardwood? What about the woman, who was beautiful, with long flaxen hair carefully braided and coiled on her head, and emerald green eyes with a certain conviction—she was inexplicably familiar with this beauty.

"That's Eddard's mother, Elu. Fresen's voice came from behind him, and Fitney turned to see the old man holding his staff, dressed in a robe the same color as Ellu's hair, "She died young. ”

"It's a shame. Fitney didn't know what to say, so he said.

"It's okay, no one remembers her anymore - just fill the scroll up, I've heard you've been working so hard lately that I'm sorry for wasting your time," Fresson said, "and as compensation, the tenth floor of the library is open for you for the day." ”

Fitney found this a bonus—the tenth floor of the library had always been open only to professors.

"In fact...... I have a somewhat troubled conscience. Fitney walked over to the table, was silent for a moment, and said.

There was only one scroll on the table, and as she approached, the scroll spread out on its own initiative, and the quill leapt out of the inkwell and dangled before Fitney's eyes.

"I think I told you last month," Fresson said, "I'm not always as worried as an old man. ”

Some of the worries were based on her ignorance, and if she had the status of Fresson, perhaps what she knew would not have made her such worries at all.

"Hmm...... Not really. Fitney looked at the scroll and saw that there was no word on it—what was the admission procedure?

"It's enough to fill in the name, some school rules you know, sign the name...... Have you heard the story of that contract?" said Fresen.

Adventurers pay attention to contracts, or mercenaries pay attention to this thing, which is sometimes more important than life.

So Fresson means "it's a contract."

"The content of the contract is just 'there is a star in my heart'. Fresson could see Fitney's confusion, "Whatever the purpose, we have to take a stand, don't we?" ”

Fitney's expression was cloudy.

I always felt that Fresson knew something, but he didn't reveal her identity—when she was a nobleman, she had the rights and duties of a nobleman, and if she wanted to join Starlight at this time, she would have to admit that she should stand against the position of the nobleman she once was.

To stand in opposition to the past, not just to depart from the past.

Instead, she will really, no longer Fitney Wizdem, but Fitney Frayton.

"Good. "Fitney knows all this, and he already knows it.

She writes beautifully and smoothly, and standing in front of the desk, she doesn't look like a twelve-year-old girl at all.

The ink on the name flickered on the scroll, and finally disappeared into the scroll.

"Go over there and get a key, you can choose a dormitory. Seeing that Fitney had done all this, Fresson pointed to a cabinet not far away, with keys hanging from them, and their numbers on them, which was an unexpectedly easy-going system.

"Is this one okay now?" Fitney thought for a moment.

She's good at getting used to it, and she does...... Unable to use mana.

"Interesting choice, no wonder Leteta thinks you're interesting. Fresson raised an eyebrow and shook his staff, and a key floated out of the cabinet, looking different from the others.

Speaking of Letta, Fitney was reminded of what happened not so long ago.

"Your Excellency, do you know where Granella is?" asked Fitney.

Fresson, however, did not speak, and laughed loudly, much to the surprise of Fitney, and then he said, "Don't worry, she should have lost the flower." ”

The people in this school are really a little ...... Incomprehensible.

When Fitney came out of the library, he had only this thought in his mind.

"Hey, did you go through the enrollment procedures? Fitnair put one foot in the snowdrift, and suddenly she heard a voice, looked up, and saw the red-haired Letta walking towards her, "Meaningless ritual, remember to come to the lab tomorrow." ”

"Okay......" Fitney was stunned for a moment, looking at Letta's casual appearance, a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Lightta keenly sensed that Fitney's mood was wrong.

Fitney was silent for a moment before he made up his mind: "That...... Granenyla......"

"Oh, it's long overdue. Letta's reply was the same as Frisen's, she paused, looked at the sky, and whispered, "There are some things that make no sense to keep." ”