Chris heard Fitney's question, still putting on those painful expressions and movements, and it could be seen that there must be some deep hatred between them that could make her so mad. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Oh, my sister's name is Tashapol Aberg, the maid of a lord in the realm of Shevrin, where I lived a few years ago. Chris finally realized what he had said and gave a light explanation.

If Fitney hadn't asked about it, he might have believed her.

"That's not a reason you're so afraid of them. Fitney wasn't going to tear her face apart with her experience in Shevrin and Chris—she didn't look ready to be exposed by herself.

Chris didn't realize this, she sneered to herself: "I'm afraid of them? It's ridiculous - I just hate them, the aristocracy is a nuisance, they fight for power, they fight each other, they don't think about anything else!"

"But you just said that your sister is a nobleman's maid. ”

"Why do you pay so much attention to detail, my friend! The master is different, he is the best man in the world, and he is not a man who can be described as noble!"

"Looks like your master is Greed Meade......" Fitney continued, but Chris's mouth was covered - she looked like a frightened cat.

The two fell into a silent star, and Fitney could see large beads of sweat on Chris's forehead.

"Beloved, I beg you, don't say his name, especially not in front of the two nobles—I'll find a way to drive them away. Chris spoke again, her tone much calmer this time, "But why are they here?"

That's what Chris came to find himself.

Fitney took advantage of Chris's inattention, moved to the side, and then stood up where she was not pressing, and patted the dust on his clothes by the way.

Chris is not a man who values friendship - at least that sincerity is not pure, and there is something hidden in it.

Last year, when Fitney came to Starlight, Chris tried to get closer to her, so that she, as Liteta's assistant, would provide Chris with the Barlow Flower that she could get by taking advantage of the job when Fitney didn't know anything - after Fitney refused, Chris once turned off the lights in the lab and wanted to search for it himself.

But when she was alone in Starlight, she had always used the Eye of Penetration to see - she had known what Chris had done, but Fitney had no idea what she was doing it for.

But now Fitney knew it—besides, Chris's symptoms had worsened in the last year, so much so that Starlight's artificially planted Barlow Flower could no longer satisfy her need to restrain herself, and it was then that she gave up the way to get Barlow's Flower from herself.

"What suspicions do you have about them? I remember that there weren't just two of them in Starlight. Fitney walked over to the cabinet in the room and picked up a book that had fallen to the floor, "Do you have any suspicions about me when you came here at night?"

Fitney's understanding was perfect, and there were some key issues she hadn't yet grasped, but they were enough to explain Chris's motives for coming here - the girl wasn't just here to complain and ask for help.

This time it had nothing to do with Fitney - no matter what position you stand on. However, Chris's actions are suspicious of involving her in all of this - so when it comes to learning about Chris's "little moves", Fitney only wants to cherish his neutral position.

"What are you talking about?" Chris's face turned even paler, she sat in her place, rarely on her face, her face showing tiredness, "It's not a trivial matter that two members of a noble family who can speak well in the Kingdom of Luther are here......"

"And what does that have to do with me?" said Fitney took a deep breath.

"You seem to be reassured of them - I'm a little disappointed, my friend. Chris had already felt Fitney's strong resistance—she had always been in a difficult position, so she didn't say anything and stood up, "I thought you'd help me." ”

Fitney didn't speak, she guessed it was all part of Chris's plan.

Because of the disappointing actions of the Mystery Society last semester, this semester's work has been handed over to the Nature Society, and Fitney's relationship with the members of the Nature Society is well known, and she can influence their decisions, if she dislikes these two freshmen, then they will not be able to stay in Starlight for long.

When the door closing, Fitney lay down on the bed in frustration, not following his plan for the first time.

What kind of mentality Chris had to go to her was something that Fitney didn't know, she only knew that in Starlight she really couldn't treat Chris as a friend of hers, or that no one could be regarded as a friend by her.

This truth made her feel so tired, and she just wanted to fall asleep deeply.

Until a laugh rang out.

"If you want to do something with me, get out of here!" Fitney finally couldn't help herself, covering her eyes with one slender arm and pointing to the door in the distance.

Ed stepped out of the shadows of the room.

"Your tone is very frustrated, why don't you agree to her offer, and then you will gain the gratitude of a friend. Ed said as he sat down on the edge of Fitney's bed, smiling at the young girl, and reaching out as if to touch Fitney's white-blond hair, which was scattered decadently on the bed, "Ah, she probably hasn't noticed that you've actually cut your hair?"

It's really discouraging, isn't it, even if after a while, Fitney's hair has returned to shoulder-length levels, but the man who swore that he was a friend of Fitney didn't notice all this.

"I don't want to be a part of the comedy you made. ”

"Ah, I don't hate you for that. ”

"Get out, Ed Ansendeir. Fitney sat up and calmly pointed to the door, "I don't want to observe etiquette today. ”

"It seems that Follett's habit of not following etiquette can easily be transmitted to others, don't worry, I'm not here to change your mind," Ed got up and walked towards the door, holding the doorknob, he turned to Fitney and continued, "Just to tell you that don't forget your promise." ”

Be his dance partner once.

"I remember that it was next year, and it was far from the month of blessings. ”

"Time flies, especially when everything is brewing. ”