The evening prayers began after dark, and everyone gathered in the square behind the Giant's Gate - the square was indeed large enough that, despite all the students being there, it would not seem crowded, or even a little empty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The calendula emit a soft light at night, so they are sometimes called golden lanterns - the sea of calendula surrounds the statues and crowds in the center of the square, making the world under the starry sky soft and quiet, making people feel the majesty, and at the same time feel that the gentle light of this calendula makes people's hearts filled with tenderness.

People were standing, and Fitney was one of them, and she looked at the picture with no tenderness in her heart.

"It's a very beautiful night scene, doesn't Lonai like it? Reminds people of their past, doesn't it? Chris appeared next to Fitney and smiled at her, holding a calendula with a look of reverence - everyone was allowed to pick one for prayer, and those were plucked from the calendula arranged on campus.

"It does remind people of the past." Fitney said.

"What kind of past was that?" Chris asked curiously, "I think of my master, my lovely and adorable master—he is the best man in this world for me, and every year at this time, he gives me a calendula, even if he doesn't have to." ”

Fitney's eyebrows jumped: "Master? ”

"Oh, I forgot you told you, I used to be a slave." Chris didn't blink when he talked about it.

Slaves did exist, but they were often pitiful and miserable.

But Chris seems to miss those days.

"Can there be someone who is good to you like this...... It's worth celebrating. Fitney said.

"What about you?" Chris wasn't going to let Fitney go.

Full of warm memories? Fitney was silent for a moment: "No." ”

"None? How is this possible? Chris gave a look of surprise.

"My mother was sickly and she didn't usually take care of me, and my father was very busy every day - but everyone else ...... I don't know anyone else. Fitney said.

Her beautiful and poor mother, who lay in bed all day long, told herself to be a good heir and learn more if they found an opportunity to speak—she was too afraid that her presence would affect that large family.

Needless to say, the Duke of Wizdem was a leader, he loved himself, but there was much more strict love than warm love. The others are servants, and the servants do not talk to them.

It was a past that could not be called hatred, nor love—and it could not leave her with any clear, warm memories. There were even a few times of unforgettable disappointment for her.

"That's a pity, my poor friend." Chris comforts Fitney - but Fatney doesn't feel anything.

"I'm glad that this is another year of the Golden Lantern Festival." They chatted a little more, and soon Alva's voice came from the front—just before the statue, "Starlight has a new year—and the star leads the way with its tiny tiny, giving the chaotic sky a glorious future." Hence the name Starlight. ”

When Alva said this, the people lowered their heads and held the marigold on their chests.

It was a prayer – and soon no one else spoke, an ancient custom that continues to this day and is recognized by these students.

But someone quietly left the scene.

Fitney took a few steps back, and when he reached the end, he turned his head and walked off into the distance.

The sea of golden lanterns behind him is getting farther and farther away.

A conversation echoed in her mind at this point, the conversation she had with Wendy not long ago.

"Did you catch only Hubert?" They had been talking for a while, Ingrid had left beforehand, and Chris had gone to get some snacks, so Fitney asked Wendy.

"What do you mean by that? Are there any other dangerous people? Wendy couldn't help but be surprised.

"I'm just skeptical, and that's the best thing if I don't." Fitney said, calming Wendy for a moment.

Again, this conversation flashed through his mind, and it seemed to Fitney to be a fleeting moment, but it had an important role.

Everything has an important role in her eyes, and every person, every expression, and every action has its important action.

Fitnair returned to the school building where he lived, where there was already a man standing, a muscular man with a deep contour on his face and a world in his blue eyes that one could not imagine.

"Go ahead." As Fitney stood in front of him—a flash of red light on the back of her hand—the magic quickly flowing into his body, giving him a sense of "reality."

The man who received the order nodded, and then walked forward: "My master, are you going to face an enemy alone?" ”

"Yes."

"Even if you use all your power to turn the tide ......"

"Yes."

"You're like a hero like Hector."

"Perhaps."

Fitnair took a deep breath, knowing that this was not a good blessing or compliment, she took the long sword from the man's hands, and with the sword in her hand, she walked forward, the brown in her eyes swallowed up by blue-purple.

As Fitney walked forward, there seemed to be a golden color symbolizing hope and warmth behind him, and in front of him was a relatively dark area - like a person who had been far away from hope, walking towards the darkness.

Against this backdrop, behind the girl—the statue in the square—suddenly shook, and the people exclaimed, and then saw a huge vine sticking out from under the statue, clearly the same giant vine that Fitney had planted in the natural society gathering—but it was even more aggressive, and it instantly destroyed the statue that had existed for hundreds of years!

Alva hurriedly stepped back, frowning at what was before him, as shocked as the others.

The Giant Vine was still growing rapidly, and the students who were staring at it all realized what it was.

"Isn't this the giant vine of Fitney?"

"What is she doing? Was that girl in charge of the Golden Lantern Festival to ruin this place? ”

"OMG!"

……

There was a cacophony of voices, and the students tried to stop what was happening, but they couldn't do it - most of them were frightened.

But more deadly things are yet to come!