Fettnay now lived in an inn, on the rue de Mezo, the mansion of many nobles on the street, for people from different places to live in Dryden, but this so-called residence was limited to the Awakening Moon, after which the nobles would return to their domains. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The aristocrats who did not buy a house here lived in the inn.

Although it is a hotel, the consumption and accommodation conditions are similar to those of those mansions.

Perhaps the most important question at this point is, where did Fitney get the money, and she had lived in poverty for six years, because of the knowledge she had.

Fitney and Elliott entered the inn one after the other, and they followed the stairs to the corner of the top floor—when they opened the door, they were greeted by marble floors inlaid with pleasing bricks, and the walls had been painstakingly decorated with religious carvings of the Word of God, and the rest of the furnishings were not necessarily the most necessary, but they served their proper purpose—just for ornamentation, but for a great purpose.

At this moment, a man in formal dress stood straight in the hall, and when he saw Fitney enter, he bowed respectfully to her, although he looked ordinary, even rough, but still impressed with his demeanor, and the other seemed to be the opposite—it was a young man with an eagle nose, who looked a little decadent nestled in the sofa, and there was a layer of blackening under his eyes.

"Miss, they delivered what you thought was a reasonable price. After saluting Fitney, the man picked up a money bag, "Five thousand two hundred gold Andrew coins." ”

"Five thousand two hundred, I haven't done that much in ten years—what have you done?" said Elliott, who looked at Fitney in surprise when he heard the man's words.

"Many potion plants in the forest were scarce in the Kingdom of Luther. Fitney said slowly, "It's enough for the time being." ”

"Not enough, Mademoiselle, if you want to buy the old house of the Arrenneus—a house in Dryden is worth at least 30,000 gold andrew. The man shook his head.

The value of 5,200 Andrew gold coins can be said to be sky-high for commoners, but to nobles it is only a comparison that seems to have some weight, but in fact it is a sum of money that can be discarded without blinking.

"I'm going to change my clothes and buy some of the things I need according to the standards of the little nobles. Fitnay didn't listen to the words, and said straight - she hardly spends a penny living in the Aesop Forest, even on the way here. Therefore, the money she earned from her savings in potions plants was the only money she had.

"Hey. Then the man lying on the couch - Chebman spoke, he was indeed very decadent at this time, but he could do nothing, it was from Fitney's order - if Chebman broke his leg at the slightest move, "Now that you are in Dryden, you must think about what to do with me, right?"

"I don't want to think about it right now. Stay here. Fitney walked towards the room without looking back, "Sometimes it's also a practice to be quiet and read a book. ”

Chebman found her words incomprehensible.

But there was nothing he could do.

When Fitney walked into the room, she changed her clothes, her white shirt and black skirt made her imposing rise sharply, this monotonous color was not suitable for a girl, but it was very suitable for "Fitney" - for some of the things she was carrying and some of the things she had to face.

After she finished changing her clothes, she stood in the open space of the room, and the lines on the back of her hands were awakened - this pattern was promoted once after Greid's death, and then in the Aesop Forest, not only in terms of the number of abilities, but also in some degrees, such as the fact that she could save some diseases caused by magic through the power of this pattern.

It was with that power that Fitné saved Elliott - for the healing of the body, this power seemed to be confined to the individual.

The effect of the blood-red lines was already familiar to Fitney - she looked blankly at the gradual formation of a human form.

It was a tall man, he had short curly hair, but he was wearing a very simple, rough white shirt, the high bridge of the nose was very conspicuous, the eyes were deep, and the resolute light in them seemed to be able to be interpreted into the whole eye, he saw Fitney, and after a long time showed a cheerful smile: "Are you the 'leader'?"

The concept of master is different for different summoners, and this is the first time Fitney has heard such a title.

"Hello, I'm Fertenay Freyton. "If you say I'm the leader, but I don't know what I need to lead you - I'm ......."

"Freedom!" the man interrupted Fitney, "you must be the leader of liberty - my name is Lexington, and I am here to accept your call, and I hope you will not disappoint me - if you disappoint me, my gun will be pointed at your head." ”

Lexington ......

As Fitney pondered the meaning of the word, around Lexington there were various guns as he moved, all of which were stained with blood—one of them could be questioned, but not what a brilliant picture it would have been when fired together.

The experience of being pointed to the head with dozens of guns by someone he summoned was rare - Fitney looked at Lexington's grinning grin, expressionless.

She didn't seem to be worried at all that the guns would really go off.

"Hahahaha!" Lexington laughed after a moment, "Nice looks! I'd like to give you a chance to prove that you can lead to freedom!"

"The place where the Great War of Independence began, appeared to me in the form of a bigoted man - but you can't hurt me. "I don't know what freedom you mean, I hope we can get along." ”

There are definitely not so many gentle people among the summoners, and there are always fierce paranoia, and at this time, Lexington is one of them - Fettnay does not intend to spend time with the bigoted, not to mention that she knows that the harm of these summoners is the most ineffective for herself. Therefore, in the face of Dracula, who lost his mind, she was confident enough to control him.

"Hah! I'm looking forward to it! Like the first gun I fired, I saw a great beginning, and I'm willing to pay for it—if you're not the person I expect, then I'm going to kill myself!" said Lexington, speaking in a loud voice, like an ode, full of piety, full of paranoia, fierce, and so on.

Fitney was silent for a moment, then said something that made Lexington smile again: "Please wait and see. ”