Follett felt terrible, not only because the big-nosed old man knew about his arrival early on, but also because he deliberately waited for him to throw himself into the net and go to a corner where it was difficult to escape, and it was not only the iron cage that made the effect of the transparent grass disappear prematurely. The www.biquge.info of Sharon appeared in his sight after he was locked in the iron cage and walked slowly towards him.

"Long time no see, Follett Avril. Sharon looked at him, and the haughty look on her face was familiar.

"I don't want to see you at all. Follett felt a headache and touched the top of his head - the tweed hat had already fallen to the ground when he tried to escape, "Sharon? Janelle - I wonder why you have the support of a professor now that you have no fear of Eddard?"

"Why did you follow me if you didn't want to see me? Did Phytenay save you in the first place?" Sharon was expressionless, and the corner of her eyes swept Follett's round hat that had fallen to the ground, and walked slowly over with graceful and calm steps.

"Why should I tell you?" Follett was not in a good temper, and Sharon ignored his words, and he had no intention of telling the truth.

Slap - Sharon's foot was on Follett's hat, and when Follett's eyes fell on it, she ran over it twice, and the indifference made it impossible to doubt that if Follett continued to fight her like this, he would end up in the same way as his own hat.

"Fitney was in the way—she found Greid, right? The indifference in Sharon's eyes turned to anger, "But that was my merit!

Follett was silent and didn't speak, he was slightly surprised by Sharon's current mood.

"Don't be too angry, little girl, even if the 'Vault' she's built in Letta now, but - if you can find the source of the device, cut it off, and get her out - then it's all thanks to you. The voice of the big-nosed old man rang out, and it was hard to imagine that this professor, who was known for being mean, was trying to comfort a student at this time.

Follett frowned when he saw the big-nosed old man.

"Tell me, boy, what do you want to do here?" the big-nosed old man didn't look at Follett, his expression was lighter than Sharon's.

"Of course it's revenge - that woman made me so miserable, why should I give up a chance for revenge? The Janelle family's ability to use magic is also getting worse - I can't stand such a weak woman who has nothing to do but has to point fingers at me. Follett said.

Sharon raised her head angrily, pointing at his hand and trembling slightly: "Follett, you are an unforgivable existence in the aristocracy - if it weren't for your uncooperation, why would I be blackmailed by Ed? You have never taken your family into account - and you will pay for it sooner or later!"

"Poor girl. The big-nosed old man answered.

Seems to sympathize with Sharon being blackmailed by Ed.

But Follett knew that it wasn't that simple—Follett's eyes fell on Sharon with a hint of suspicion—and the woman couldn't be crazy, right?

Follett's words were half-true, and the big-nosed old man didn't believe him for granted, so he quietly continued: "What do you know?

"He's dreaming!" Sharon's sinister words peeked out between her teeth.

"Oh, you hear me, there's no way around it. The big-nosed old man shrugged.

Follett snorted coldly: "Sharon, Janelle, are all the people in your family white-headed, and I don't plan to cooperate with ......."

Before Follett could finish speaking, the iron cage had already been thrown out of the side of the White Tower, and he was dizzy from the impact, and when the picture in front of him became clear, he could only see Sharon's mean expression.

It seems that there is no way to talk about it.

If you can't talk about it, you can't talk about it—the corners of the big-nosed old man and Sharon turned around, the corners of his mouth curled in a sarcastic arc.

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In the evening, as if he had not yet known that his little companion had been arrested, he had finished his day's reading and glanced at his bed, where Valrhona had fallen asleep, and exhaled slowly, and walked out of the cabin.

Look in her direction - to the river.

"Lornay, are you going to talk to Follett about something?" said Greid, who had not yet rested, as she walked out of the cabin. When he heard him, Fettnay froze and looked at him silently—she looked a little unusual. Greid, however, did not pursue it as usual, but smiled softly, "Come back early and rest early." ”

Fitney nodded, and when Grede's figure disappeared, he turned and continued walking towards the river.

"Actually, the person I'm going to see today is not Follett. Fitney's voice sprinkled around like fine sand.

She continued to walk towards the river, when the clear river lit up with a golden glow as she was about to arrive, an unusually golden glow that made the river seem to explode - but only below it.

Fitney frowned.

Can Jill create such power?

Until she saw a face on the water that she had never seen before—a young man like a sculpture, pale and stiff, but also like the great work of a sculptor.

Fitney frowned, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

She expected that it would be Jill who would find out about all this, and it would be Jill who would be here tonight - but......

"Fitney Wizdem. At this time, the young man's voice came from the river, and his tone was very positive, and he was the first to guess the identity of the "opponent".

It seems that after being confined to it, will there really be an unexpected situation......

"Clarence Uliway. But nothing can be changed—Fitney's voice was cold and full of majesty, and it was not any less imposing because it was smaller than Clarence's.

As a member of the Wizdem family, Fitney knew many things that the nobles didn't know - and that was only part of it.

It was like magic, and she knew almost nothing about it before the Awakening Ritual.

Clarence didn't say anything more, as did Fitney, and the two stared at each other in silence.

The first time Fitnair saw Clarence, she didn't know the man, especially the expressionless face of such a man - especially now she didn't know why Clarence had found the flower room, what role he had played in this turmoil, and what he was about to do......

Then Fitney's eyes widened slightly—for she saw with her piercing eyes that the magic around Clarence was slowly drained away by him—the level of magic that Fitney had ever seen—the magic that he had brought to his body was condensed with a sound as clear as thunder and lightning, as if it were going to explode.

He's - seems to want to, ruin this place!