In the afternoon, Mezo Street, Biiruls. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fitney changed into a white shirt and a black skirt today, and when she arrived at Biiruls, she was greeted by a gentle greeting from the waiter, and her arrival also attracted the attention of some nobles on the first floor. She walked straight upstairs as if she didn't know why they were all focused on her.

When he reached the third floor, Fitnair did not see Lucy, who had said that he was waiting for her here, but saw a tall man, Mise Midrus, with very dazzling golden eyes.

Even if it wasn't last night, it wasn't the first time Fettnay had seen Missé, who had used him as a prince years ago to make a farce.

He was much more mature than he had been a few years ago, and there was a gloom on his face that was troubled by something that he could not tell if he did not look closely—a young king was indeed in a lot of trouble, and Misé did not sit well in this position.

"Your Majesty. Misse saw her when he came, and before he could speak, he had already spoken to him, and saluted him.

"I'm sorry to let Lucy call you out - I didn't expect a merchant-turned-nobleman to be so ceremoniously astonishing. Misse returned the salute and smiled at her, "You've surprised me a lot - Lucy told me everything, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Fitney was not overwhelmed or oversurprised by his compliment, and her expression barely changed: "It doesn't need to be like this, Lucy told me that you are a good brother." ”

"That's why you're helping me?" Misse was stunned, thinking he seemed to have gotten her reason for doing so from Fitney's mouth—but it was too simple.

"For my own sake," said Fitney, then, before Missé's face changed, "Lucy has given me 36 rue de la Mezo, and I must find some way to make it up to her." ”

"But I heard her say it was because you saved her life. Missé is clearly not very much in favor of this reason.

"It's not worth that much value to me, we always have different criteria to measure what we've gained. Fitney said.

Misser laughed silently, agreeing with Fitney's words, but could not assume that her measure met his own standards.

As they spoke, they had entered a room - this was the room where Lucy frequented, and the potions plants on display grew in their preferred environment, and thus grew much better than the other potions plants.

"I heard Lucy say - you're very good at potions plants?" said Miser, looking at the plants, "one of my teachers once said that people who can do a good job in potions plants are very good people, at least they don't care what other people think. ”

Potion plants are not as important as alchemy materials, and their power on the battlefield is far less than that of alchemy weapons. So people who can do something in this area are really commendable, like Adez, like Letta.

"I just got to know it, and it was my teacher who did a great job - unfortunately I hadn't seen her for a long time. Fitney said slowly.

"Do you have a teacher?" asked Missé.

"Hmm. But probably no one wants to hear her name. Fitney said half-tentatively—she believed that Misse could tell that the person she was talking about had something to do with adventurers, even with Willdon or Starlight.

Fitnair was also confident that Misse had remembered what he had been able to investigate before his trip - there seemed to be no surprise that a merchant who often walked in the Aesop Forest had any contact with magicians whom the Holy See considered unacceptable.

But Misse was not repelled by this, and he quickly accepted the matter: "Yes, I wish I could know who she is one day." ”

Fertenay pondered for a moment, for it occurred to her mind that her mentor, not only the Holy See, but also Leytta Uzard, who was supposed to provoke a strong reaction from the nobles.

"Speaking of which—where are the Freton family?" said Misse suddenly.

It was not a shame for a merchant to buy land to obtain a title of nobility, at least not in the eyes of Misse, for he was the one who supported and promoted the Dahl Act.

"You'll always know. Fitney said softly.

It may sound mysterious, but there is no land in her name. She is a "cheater".

It's dangerous.

At least, if someone suddenly remembered who she was, her efforts would be in vain.

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"It's time to wake up, or ......" Before she woke up, this voice sounded in her head, boundless chaos, but she was simply awakened by such a voice, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

It was a prison - the bars glowed cold, and the damp conditions made her feel uncomfortable.

In front of her, a man stood outside the bar, with black hair and blue eyes, and a graceful smile on his face, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

She looked at the man, and the memories pulsed through her mind, gradually converging together, making her expression paler and paler—she remembered, everything.

"Damn-Ed!let me out!What did Fitney?!What did she do?!" She jerked to her feet and threw herself in front of the prison door as the thoughts of the Awakening Rite flashed through her mind, and suddenly she realized that something was wrong - she shouldn't have been so trapped with Reber......

She remembered what she had drunk......

"Isn't it clear that Fitney has used you to return to the Kingdom of Luther. But it can't be considered a use, you fell into her hands and were destined to become a pawn. Ed said slowly, "A candidate for the Holy Maiden Sibu, who has been missing for a long time, and has a long-standing Rebol on his body. ”

"What are you talking about? ...... They're all about it?!...... it's you," Sharon's eyes widened, but then she thought of something, "Wait...... Janelle Family ...... What's wrong with her......"

"Mr. Benjamin Janelle passed away last night. Ed continued.

Sharon's eyes widened and she was hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, and her body slipped weakly, and she didn't even have the strength to scream.

"Who is useless...... People who don't make sense. Sharon's eyes were hollow, and even Eddard's words were murderous and didn't make her feel any mood swings.

So...... What's the point?

Why don't you leave it at that?

Sharon thought as she closed her eyes in pain.