The carriage moved faster than Fitney could have imagined, and perhaps it was because of the magic - it usually took a week for the carriage to reach Dryden, and it took less than three days to get to Dryden, and the rest on the way, although the journey was not very pretty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It can be described as being in a small iron box for days.

Lelia's Gabriel's family had a mansion in Dryden, located on First Street in downtown Dryden, and when Fitney arrived, since the Queen's Moon was not a big festival month, most people went out to work in the later months, and there were no people to see on the teal-tiled streets.

It was a white mansion, without very luxurious and exaggerated decorations, but inherited the tradition of the Wizdem family, and the atmosphere was low-key.

"I hope you're ready." The carriage stopped in front of the mansion. Lelia sat upright in the carriage, not complaining about the long journey, "It's still too late for the carriage to turn around." ”

"Of course." Fitney smiled.

Laelia glanced at Phytenay, who was wearing a red printed skirt today, which made her pale face a little angry, like flowers about to bloom - but Lalia was not in the habit of complimenting people, and did not say anything else to Fitney, and walked down when the butler opened the carriage door, and answered the butler's words casually, but she was still thinking about things related to Fitney.

The girl's performance these days has been so good that it has only made her uneasy—is that really a twelve-year-old?

Lalia deliberately increased her speed on the road to reduce the time spent on the road, and in fact, from Havag to Dryden, the average nobleman did not like to hurry, and it was common to walk for half a month - a sense of urgency was something that made the nobles uncomfortable, but Fitney did not show the slightest impatience, and she even finished reading a philosophy book in the carriage.

This made Lelia feel that Fettnay was somewhat similar to herself.

Lelia? Since she married into the Gabriel family, the "Flower of Wizdem", who was already independent and capable, has shone brightly, and this ability has even led her to participate in political activities, and until now, no one even questions her proposal too much.

"I really don't understand why you would marry Fitney to the Arrennius." Empress Yue, after hearing that her niece was declared incapable of using magic during the awakening ceremony, she also received a letter from her brother, and after taking care of the affairs in the territory, she rushed to the Havarg Domain, which was the first thing she said to the Duke of Wizdem.

The Duke of Wizdem, as usual, stood at the window with his hands behind his back, and as he turned his head, he pointed to the cup on the table, and the teapot floated silently, pouring a cup of tea for the empty one.

Later, the Duke of Wizdem spoke to her, and Lyria, who had always thought that she had never left the center of the flow of power, deeply felt the gravity of the situation.

"Are you pinning your hopes on Fitney?" She was a little skeptical after listening to it.

Duke Wizdem was silent for a while, and said, "This can only be done, Fitney can't use magic power, he can't marry at this time, and he won't find any good people in the future." ”

Lelia remained silent and didn't discuss it with her brother more, but it was very strange in her heart that the blood of the Wyzdem family was noble, and Fitney, who had inherited blue-purple eyes, could not use magic......

"Mrs. Gabriel." Lelia was stunned for a moment, her musings were interrupted, she turned her head to look at the housekeeper of the mansion, showing an inquiring expression, the butler's eyes were a little anxious, "Miss Fitnair is not in the carriage......"

"What did you say?" Lelia immediately turned around and walked to the carriage, only to see that the carriage was empty, and she was surprised and puzzled, "Let someone look for it." ”

"And, ma'am...... There's your letter, it's about Eaton's real estate a few days ago......" said the housekeeper again.

"What about the letter from the Duke? Let's go in and talk about it. Lelia frowned and walked quickly into the mansion.

The servant finally found Fettnay in an alley off the street, and by that time it had been quite a short time.

"Where have you been?" Lalia returned to the living room of the mansion and waited for her, and it was not until she looked at Fitney, who had followed the servant back to the mansion, that she took off her gold-rimmed round glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I hope you will give me a reasonable explanation." ”

"It's ...... I'm so sorry...... I ...... by accident" Fitney looked frightened, and didn't know what had happened to her.

Lailia frowned, and when she wanted to ask something more, she suddenly felt a little dizzy, and couldn't help but rub the corners of her forehead: "Forget it, you go back to rest first." ”

Fitnair nodded, craned her neck, and followed the servant to her room—Lelia looked at her figure, and somehow felt that something was not right.

But there's something more important right now...... She looked at the letter on her lap and frowned.

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Dryden was the main royal fiefdom of the kingdom of Luther, and hundreds of years ago, after the end of the holy war, the king brought his family to this village far from the war, and since then, the nobles have built new castles in the village to protect their land.

Over the past 100 years, the royal palace of the royal family, the Dryden Palace, has been perfected and is a building that is talked about by the aristocracy - the pure white tall square building stands on the outskirts of Dryden, and the sculptor has done his best to carve the theme that has been the same for hundreds of years but will not be tired of the aristocracy, the goddess, a symbol of power.

Towards dusk, the gardens of the royal palace, with its flowerbeds trimmed into a labyrinth, were crowded with well-trained maids, and even if they were, they could not help but show their anxiety.

"Your Highness the Princess?"

"Ironia is on top, where is the little princess?"

The maids regretted acceding to the Princess's request to come out and play—but they could only obey orders, even if the person giving them was a seven-year-old girl.

Now that they have lost Her Royal Highness the Princess, what should they do? The housekeeper's questioning was too much for them to bear.

"Here's what it's doing." The maids were anxious, but they still had to keep their composure and look around, even though they knew that Her Royal Highness was suspected of doing so on purpose—this was not the first time. Until a gentle voice dragged them out of the tangled mire, they couldn't help but look at the people who appeared in the garden with grateful eyes.

He was a blonde boy, with a white suit cut and fitted, and a handsome face - a high nose bridge and golden eyes that made him shine, and he was a man who could not be picky about his appearance from the beginning to the end.

"Your Highness...... Your Highness, she went into the flower garden again and couldn't find anyone. The maids said, trying to keep their composure.

"Lucy...... I'm just going to find her, so you can go and get some other business. The boy smiled and walked towards the labyrinth, and the maids bowed and then turned and walked away, their movements feeling calm and reserved, but they could be remembered that they were very grateful to the boy - after all, even the best maids would be tired of dealing with the mischievous princess every day.

"Lucy, they're all gone, if you don't come out, I'll let Daisy finish the Ata cake for afternoon tea." The boy walked in the flower garden, and when he turned the corner, his movements graceful, and the unpruned branches and leaves seemed to have sense, and avoided him unhurriedly.

He was not in a hurry at all, but walked slowly, until there was a rustling sound in the flower-bed, and a little girl came out of the flower--the little girl with long blond hair wore a beige dress decorated with a bow of no size--her pretty face was full of displeasure, and she glared at the boy with golden eyes, and was very angry.

"Oh, don't be angry," said the boy, who knelt on one knee in front of the girl—his hand shook in front of her, and in the blink of an eye a flower appeared—and the look of flattering the girl was very obvious.

The little girl didn't buy it, and snorted coldly and tilted her head to the side, but the boy kept her original position, waiting patiently—and finally she threw herself into the boy's arms: "Brother Misse is too bad to give Daisy Lucy's Atta cake." ”

Misse handed her the flowers, smiled and took her hand, and walked with her out of the flower garden: "Don't worry, there will be a lot of Atta bread lately." ”

"Why?" Lucy was curious.

"The social season has begun, and a lot of people will come to meet my father," said Missé, "don't run around lately, you're seven years old, and it's time to pay attention to how you look in front of outsiders." ”

"Ahh The teacher was obviously bullying me and asked me to put a fork on the back of the chair if I didn't straighten my back! Lucy screamed, "I hate social season!" Those women are staring at you and Brother Grayden, it's too much! ”

Misse laughed, "That's training your manners, and as a nobleman, that's what you should do......"

Lucy knew that her brother was about to start teaching her a lesson again, so she couldn't help but cover her ears: "Oh, Brother Misse, at this time I would prefer that it was Brother Grayden who came to me...... But what has he been doing lately? It's been a long time since I've seen him! ”

Misse led Lucy back to the palace, as if nothing had happened: "He's still busy at the university, and he'll be back in a few months." ”

"University? Do those civilians go to school? I remember my father didn't like them very much...... And why go to that kind of civilian school?! Lucy said.

Misse did not speak again, for he had already realized that the ladies had arrived when he opened the door of the palace - he had wasted a lot of time looking for Lucy, and in the hall covered with ancient and intricate patterned wallpaper, there were many girls in plain white dresses, who had come from all over the country, and had come from all over the country - not for girls who were going to get married, but for girls of the right age who came here to participate in the social season.

The girls wore plain white dresses, white gauze dragged to the ground, and two or three feathers in their hair for decoration.

"Take Lucy back to her room." Misse said to the maid standing by the door, then turned to Lucy and said, "It's time to go back and have a good rest, and play with you tomorrow." ”

Lucy is disgruntled but helpless, after all, she is Her Royal Highness.

Misse sent his sister away before exhaling, tidied up the hem of her clothes a little, made sure there were no broken leaves in the flower bed, and then walked upstairs.

"Ahh

Misse couldn't help but see who it was when he held her—it was a thin girl—it was indeed a girl, she felt only a little older than Lucy, and the plain white dress made her pale skin even more fragile, and her white-blond hair was as pale as if it had no color, and only a pair of blue-purple eyes made her a little more vivid.