It's hard to imagine that Collente was already in the bandit camp, but he still wanted to ask who the woman he met that night was. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"She's Eurica." Dick replied cheerfully.

"Eureka ...... Very handsome name, can you tell me who she is? What does she do? ”

"She is the wife of the chief, and she is an archer."

"She already has a husband! Then she really behaves like a woman! After getting used to it in the cave these days, because he was sure that his father would deliver his ransom, he was not afraid, and the shallow confidence in his heart surfaced again.

"No, that's with the leader's permission."

"He would have allowed it!"

"Yes, the leader allows Eureka to do anything, even if it's to get out of here."

"Then their relationship must be terrible!"

"No, their relationship makes us feel a little ...... Warm, I hope I didn't use the wrong word. ”

Unable to understand for a moment, Corrente asked about other things—but Dick, though he would have answered his question, would not fall into his trap.

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While Corrente was being imprisoned in the bandit camp, Fitney was busy with his own business in Herrington—and after the affairs of the Ingrid family were settled, her father was sent back, perhaps frightened, and the gambler's attitude was much better and saved a lot of trouble.

Letetta only appeared on the third day, in the same place where they were separated.

Lightta was stunned at first when she saw Fitney's outfit, but soon returned to normal.

Fettnay had changed her dress from a simple fabric from a tailor to a white shirt and a somewhat wide plaid trousers, and a larger beret to symbolize her civilian status, and she wore a maroon wig—if it weren't for Letta's familiarity with the face, she wouldn't have been recognized at first.

"Sorry, I got back a little late, but it's done—you've already found your research project." There was no change in the front and back of Letta, but the suitcase she was carrying was no longer in her hand.

"Well, just use the potion plants around here - the project has chosen the simpler one according to your opinion." Fitney said.

"My opinion is mine, your decision is yours, and you know I never want you to mix these two things."

Fitney nodded, and Letta walked straight ahead.

"Come with me to the Lord's Mansion before then." Letetta wasn't going in the direction of the city, and she quickly explained the matter.

"Okay." Fitney didn't know what Leteta wanted to do, but she agreed.

"You don't seem to turn down anyone else? I've told you since the day you came to the academy - sometimes you don't need to be so yourself, if you have any doubts, just ask them. Leteta was silent for a moment, wondering if it was the insight she had learned from her recent trip.

"I'll ask when I have that qualification." Fitney took it for granted.

Fitney firmly believed that a person has the kind of knowledge and position that can be obtained - in short, everything is based on the strength of the individual.

However, Fitney's obedience to Letta was not motivated by the belief that Lightetta was superior to her, but because she was not qualified to ask those questions at this time.

There is a big difference between these two ideas, the former is fear and the latter is respect.

"Did you learn this from Eddard?" Letetta didn't think of it that much.

Fitney was very unhappy to hear that name, which she had thought was worthy of her guard, but now made her feel deeply weak.

"Not really."

Perhaps it was also influenced by it - Fitney didn't know, she only admitted that some of Ed's practices were really touching, but Fatney also thought that he never used things that could be associated with the innate nobility of the aristocracy in a meaningful way.

"Well, that's your business." Letetta gave up the matter and explained something else: "I went there to meet a friend, and you could walk around it during the time - you seem to have some interest in art, and the former owner there, Gred Midrus, was a wonderful artist. ”

Fitnair nodded.

Once again, when he came to the Lord's Mansion, he was greeted by a butler whom Fitney had not seen before, perhaps he was the person in charge of the Mansion at this time. Entering the mansion, no one could recognize Fitney, and no one had any objection to her entering the place in civilian costume, since she was brought in by Letta.

Then Fitnair remembered what he had investigated before—the mansion was protected by some people—and Fitnair now believed that this person was Letta, after all, she was a nobleman of the Luther kingdom, and her status was too special to be made public.

However, this inference was questionable, and she did not know how Liteta's family was related to the royal family of the Luther Kingdom - if it was closely related to the royal family, it was impossible for Liteta to be expelled.

Fitnair didn't ask, after all, in Letta's opinion, she didn't need to know about it.

As she walked through the mansion, it was the first time she had looked closely at the building—it was made up of several buildings, each of which had a different age, the longest being a hundred years old.

It was still morning, and the morning dew was accompanied by the fresh scent of plants—Fitney subconsciously recognized them one by one, and followed them to a garden—and in front of him there was an old house, and the red creepers covered the outer walls of the walls, giving a sense of a unique beauty.

"Hello." Fitnair saw a man dressed as a maid come out of there, holding a wooden basin in her hand—perhaps because of the good impression the building had given her, and Fitnair greeted her—and besides, the maid looked a little older.

The maid gave a good-natured smile: "Welcome to Tashapol. ”

Tashapol, a nice name, seems to refer to the full name of this building.

"It's like a girl's name." Fitney said.

"Yes, she used to be a maid here, but died of a headache many years ago." The maid said, perhaps suddenly mentioning the incident, her expression was a little sad, "She's a very cute girl. ”

"Really? Unfortunately, I can't know what she looks like. ”

"Indeed...... Oh no, she has a portrait! "The maid was a warm-hearted person, and she really seemed to see Fitnair as a teenager who came in to visit.

Fitney was in a good mood at this time, even if he felt that the maid's words were not so credible.

Fitnair waited until the maid came out, and the tub was no longer in her hand, but a yellowed piece of paper in her hand.

It was a sketch, well preserved, yellowed, but still flat.

Fitnair took it, his face instantly pale.

"Her name is Tashapol Aberg, and she is a lovely girl." The maid was also looking at the photograph and lamenting the old days, "She has always been the most lively person in Tasha Polri, and adults often say that she looks like a cute cat." ”

Fettnay saw the face of the girl on the picture—a face she knew well, exactly like someone she knew.

Tashapol Arberg and Chris Arberg look exactly the same.