"Looks like you think I'm scared of your threats. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" The black-haired young man said in a young voice, smiling - less intimate, full of aristocratic temperament, although threatened by a dagger at this time, his tone was still confident.

Fitney had been taught countless times to be a nobleman, even in danger, to remain calm and calm - looking at this black-haired teenager, she was still an unqualified nobleman in comparison.

"I'm sure you'll be scared. Fitney said, with a hint of provocation in her mediocre brown eyes, her chin slightly raised, and the majesty that had disappeared from her for a long time slowly flowed out.

The black-haired boy fell silent, and the two looked at each other silently, Fitney could not see the hostility in the black-haired boy's eyes, but there was no goodwill, and the gaze that should have been full of gunpowder became inexplicable at this time--in terms of momentum, it seemed to her that she had the upper hand at this time-she was dressed in rough clothes, with a disheveled head, and the tiredness in his eyes that could not be concealed, while the black-haired boy was tall and graceful.

"It seems that the young lady doesn't know what she is going to face at this time?" said the black-haired boy.

"If you think you can get your knight or a mage to kill me, I don't think anyone would want to abandon their loyalty," Fitnair refused, her face calm, "your life is in my hands now, don't anger me if you want to survive." ”

Fitnair looked calm, but he was nervous, if the boy was connected to the magicians - but it was not a fluke to think that there must be some connection between the boy and the magician at such a coincidental time, it would make many things uncertain, but he didn't know what else he could do but threaten the boy.

She has to fight for more vantage points.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and suddenly, the black-haired boy took a step forward, and Fitney tilted the dagger in surprise - the dagger grazed the boy's collar - and as the boy lunged forward, Fitnair was thrown to the grass.

"What are you doing?!" Fettnay asked, to her surprise that the sick teenager had a lot of strength, and the distance between the two was so small that she could smell the herbs on the black-haired boy.

"As you wish. The brunette boy said.

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and found that the black-haired boy had stood up and walked outside, she should have quickly gotten up and chased after him, but a voice made her stop, and she didn't dare to act rashly.

"Mr. Ed. Apparently it was the voice of the female magician who wanted to kill Fitnay - the female magician had appeared here silently, and she didn't notice it in the slightest, "Please return to the castle sooner, the clearing of Aesop's Forest is still going on, and we don't want to do you any harm." ”

He actually had some connection with those magicians, and the relationship seemed to be complicated.

"Just do your thing," said Eddard, "and you don't have to worry about my business. ”

His tone was aloof and detached, and in fact, apart from the initial confusing dialogue, the teenager's "real" time did make Fitney feel a little mean.

But this meanness made Fitney feel much more comfortable than the smile that was actually hypocritical in his current memory.

"Yes, sir. "The female magician, apparently hired by Eddard's family, or a mage herself trained by the family, treats Ed with a very different respect than she does to herself.

The female magician walked into the distance, her steps a little flustered, as if she hadn't found Fitney, when she suddenly stopped and said to Ed, "Yes, sir." ”

Ed heard the female magician's voice and turned his head to give her a "go on" look.

"Have you seen a girl?" her hair is white and golden," asked the female magician, "and she fled—if I guessed correctly, she seems to be the girl recently sought by the Duke of Wizdem." ”

"The girl of the Duke of Wizdem's house...... Ed said.

Fitnair screamed in her heart, and when she heard Ed say this, she felt her heart beat in a panic - because she felt a hint of danger in his voice.

"Some say she's an impostor, and the Wizdem family has blue-purple eyes. The female magician added.

Fettnay was convinced that his identity was known to Ed—commoners could not deceive nobles, and even the best actors could imitate the true posture of nobles.

What would he do? Knowing that he was the young lady of the Wizdem family, would he tell the female magician that he was hiding in the grass?

"Didn't see," said Ed, without even thinking, "go do your thing." ”

"Yes, sir, I'll go to work at once. It seemed that the female magician was paid very well, so much so that after receiving such an answer, she said respectfully, and left the place.

Fitney was in a mixed mood.

Seeing that the magician and Ed were in the same group, Ed did not reveal his intentions...... Why is that?

"I've admired my name for a long time, Fitney Wizdem. Then Ed walked over to the lawn where Fitney was, bowed slightly to her, and held out his hand, "Under Ed? ”

"The Ansendier family?" Fitney was a little surprised that his name was known, and pretended to calmly put his hand into Ed's outstretched hand, his hand was very cold, and he pulled her up and bowed slightly, which made people think that they had met at some ball.

"Can I invite you to do a dance?" Eddard didn't immediately respond to her question.

Fitnair was stunned for a moment, thinking that such an invitation was strange, but she underestimated Eddard - she couldn't break free from his grasp, which made her know that she had to do something that seemed out of place here.

As the eldest lady of the Wyzdem family, Fitney had no unqualified lessons, and immediately got into the groove after nodding her head - ballroom dancing is not difficult, although in different worlds, it is also a person's reaction that is tested, and Fitney finds that her dance partner seems to be comfortable with it, so she has no worries and dances very casually.

With such a trustworthy dance partner, Fitney felt that he would at least not put his foot on the hem of his skirt - of course, Fitney wore pantsuits today.

"The Ansendir family, is it the Ansendir of the Duchy of Ansendil?" Fitney took two steps back, meeting Ed's footsteps.

After the end of the Holy War hundreds of years ago, although the Kingdom of Luther has maintained its status as a kingdom until now, the original empire of the continent has been divided, and some of the various fiefs have been recovered by the Kingdom of Luther, and some have formed some independent states, such as the Duchy of Ansendil.

But people can't understand why this sick and weak teenager of the Ansendier family appeared here.

One has to wonder if Eddard's arrival may mean that the Duchy of Ansendir has something in mind about the Kingdom of Luther.

"That's right, it seems that we have a lot of notoriety. Ed said.

"I'm even more surprised that you know my name. "Fitney didn't officially join the social season and didn't know anything about the nobility outside of the Luther Kingdom.

"The Duke of Wizdem is an admirable duke, so people will also know that she has a cold personality and cannot use magic as a useless daughter. Ed said again.

At this time, Fitney's hand broke away from Ed's palm, and he spun around in place, and his hand returned to Ed's hand.

They didn't use music, but they unexpectedly got in tune.

But the more he talked, the more he soured, and Fitney couldn't keep up with him—why did this man suddenly sarcastically mock himself?

"What's in your heart?" said Eddard again.

"Pludal's Creek. "Fitney told the truth.

She thought the song was warm and quiet - God knows how she heard the silence in the music.

"It's really a song for the weak. Ed said unceremoniously.

Fitney suddenly felt that there was simply no way to communicate well with this man, he was like a collection, one page was a comedy written by a man who was good at comedy, and the next moment it became a tragic character written by a tragic writer.

So her tone was tingling: "So what is your inner song? "Hymn to the Ocean?"

It was a song about an ambitious king who wanted to conquer the sea, but was eaten by a fish summoned by the god of the sea, which was once forbidden to be sung in the Kingdom of Luther because of its heavy irony.

However, the tune of the two songs is indeed very similar.

"Why would a noble lady who can't use magic be in Aesop's Forest?" Eddard ignored Fitney's taunt, "I heard you're engaged. ”

"Why would a sick aristocratic gentleman appear in Aesop Forest?" asked Fitney rhetorically, "but my name is Phytenay Freyton, and I hope you don't remember it wrong." ”

The dance between the two was about to end, and Fitney was really dancing to the beat of "Pludar's Creek", and just as she was silently reciting the song in her heart, and then when the last movement was about to come, Ed suddenly stopped, and Fitney leaned forward without support, and almost fell.

What's the matter with this man?

When Fitney felt that his patience was reaching the limit, Ed suddenly said, "Do you want to know where Wickel is?"

Fitney's eyes lit up, and before she could answer, Ed had already stretched out his hand, and the pale hand slowly pointed to the forest, and in the miraculous picture, the wind became visible, and gradually converged in sight into a transparent horse, which had a strange texture in the sun.

At the same time, Ed began to cough, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was used to it.

"Eddard Ansendil," said Fitney, looking at his fragile appearance, "you're not as fragile as you pretend, don't play this trick with me." ”

"Don't I look like a real patient?" Ed said softly.

"At least I've never seen a patient with such good control over magic. "Fitney knows the flow of magic.

Ed glanced at Phytenay, but unfortunately Fitney couldn't see his true emotions.

"Mind your own business," said Eddard, "and I suddenly had the idea of doing good, and I invited you to watch your friend's ...... Checkmate's trip. ”