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Everyone breathed a sigh of relief - because it almost meant that those who threatened the Awakening Ritual were caught.

Fettnay was still living in the Palais when she received the news - Missé initially feared that she would be targeted by criminals when she returned to Avenue Mezo.

"This is for you, please come early tomorrow, I can't stand those people. "The night before the awakening ceremony, Lucy sat in a chair next to Fitney - of course, she was very busy these days for this awakening ceremony, and it was already a great thing to find time to deliver clothes to Fieldnay.

"Good. Fitney nodded.

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief—the bitter look in her eyes was a clear expression of her displeasure. This reminded Fitnair of her own awakening ritual - she had been busy before that, busy with all kinds of rituals.

But no one is sure what will happen during the awakening ceremony.

The nobles would subconsciously think that Lucy was a princess, a nobleman of pure blood, and there would be no examples of failed awakening rituals - in fact, even commoners would reach the approval of the awakening ritual to some extent, which shows how special it is that Fitnay has no reaction at all.

After Lucy left, Fitney was still thinking about it.

All these years of reading have made Fitney know that his constitution is too peculiar, and that it is not an honor, even if it is extremely rare.

"Miss. After Lucy had gone, Dick entered, who had been there once before, and told Fitnet about his time in the stable, "It has been confirmed that the criminal has been caught—but that he has committed suicide in prison, and it seems that he has drunk some kind of poison." ”

This is not surprising to Fitney.

"It was Coriford who caught him. Dick added.

"Coriford? Fitney looked at Dick.

"No, miss. Dick said.

Fitnair continued to look at Dick—her expression was calm, and there was a different light in her red eyes, which Dick seemed to be able to feel, but there was no movement.

"Okay, do as I say tomorrow. Fitney said.

"Yes. ”

After Dick left, Fitney lifted the covers and stepped out of bed—her arms were injured instead of her legs, but the men were overreacting enough to pretend that it was her foot that was hurting.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that because of the wound on his arm, Fitney couldn't use his magic until he was fully recovered.

No one knew that Fitney's constitution was incapable of using magic - not even those who knew that she was Fitney Wizdem, because in their opinion, it was too strange for a nobleman to be unable to use magic, and not to mention that Fitney would never be considered an impostor.

Fitney got out of bed and came to the window—a golden carriage out of the palace.

The day before, the person attending the awakening ceremony needs to stay in the church.

Fitnair watched Lucy's carriage go away, and stood thoughtfully in place, as if in a daze, for a moment.

Suddenly, she noticed a figure in sight—a man who had been in the alley, now completely exposed to Fitney's eyes.

Who is he?

Fitnair watched the man linger by the palace for a moment, and then he left—in the same direction as Lucy. At this point, Fitney frowned, and then, as if thinking of something, walked over to the table, and traced something on the paper with a quill, recalling what had happened recently, and writing faster and faster.

Finally, her hand froze.

The pause lasted for a long dozen seconds.

Bang!

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There's a lot to do with Clifford after finding the culprit, and he's continuing to work in the Israeli Hilton Investigative Agency with a dark eye under his eyes - it's getting late.

But then there was a knock on the door - he thought at first that he had not rested for too long, and that he was hallucinating.

There was another knock on the door.

"Please come in. Cockifold couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It's strange who would come here so late.

Then the strangeness in Coriford's heart turned to surprise—the man who walked into the office was Fitney, and she seemed so anxious that she simply put on a cloak and came out.

"Filipino...... Miss Aven, is there anything going on at this late hour?" asked Coriford.

"I want to ask for something. "I've heard that the Avril family once purchased a large piece of land from the Lancalottes—may I ask about that?"

"Of course. Cory Fu paused, if it were anyone else he might have done casually, but this man has always done something surprising, "It was in 717, and Viscount Lanchelot owed a large sum of money and had to sell that land to the Avril family. ”

"Yes, I remember a time when Viscount Lanchelot was very powerful. ”

"It was King Andrew's time, but he hasn't been in the limelight since Mr. Dahl made the Dahl proposal. Corifo was silent for a moment.

"Why?"

"I remember that he proposed some things, but they were supported by King Andrew, but not by His Majesty Misse - and then something happened, and he went back to his homeland. ”

"Something?"

"He's at odds with Mr. Boris, and the guy in the other office, Boris Uzild, don't go to him if you have anything to do, he's the kind of guy who doesn't care about anyone else. "But he does have some abilities, and Viscount Lanchelot went back because he was at odds with him." ”

"Mr. Boris bankrupted him?" Fitney was a little surprised, "it's not easy to do these things. ”

"It had nothing to do with Boris, he went bankrupt because of his unsuccessful son, and he lost a bet with people in taverns, which was a lot of money. Chriff corrected the mistake.

"A nobleman going to gamble with adventurers?" said Fitney thoughtfully.

"Upton, son of Viscount Lancalot, was born in the country - he was not a nobleman at all, but a steward, and the title came from his master, but that nobleman had no one to inherit his property, and he was given this position. Corifo didn't seem interested in the Lancalottes, and there was even a disdain in his tone.

"So—where is Viscount Lanchelot now?"

"Nobody knows -- no one cares what happens to a speculator with no background after he fails. Corifo was silent for a moment, then continued.

"Okay. Wasted your time. Fitney thought for a moment.

"It's a pleasure to help you. Corifo said.

"Will I see you tomorrow at the Awakening Ritual?" asked Fitney before leaving.

"Yes, but probably not all the time. ”

"Okay, may Ironia bless you. ”