Not surprisingly, Follett's figure appeared in the flower room shortly after. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The festival is the most troublesome thing, and only the ignorant can expect to attain happiness in an indescribable way!" said Follett aloud as soon as he appeared in the flower room, his somewhat handsome face a little distorted.

The movement of Fitney's hand did not change - she did this in the same way as Letta: "What happened. ”

"It's terrible that Sharon asked me to be her dance partner, that horrible woman should make me do such a horrible thing!" Follett said three "horrible" in a row - a true expression of his dissatisfaction and fear of all this.

Sharon's dance partner, is Follett?

Judging from Fitney's expression, she looked a little surprised: "I thought her dance partner would be Ed." ”

"I don't know—maybe it's because Ed already has a dance partner?, ah, the kind of sanctimonious person is the easiest to please, but what does that have to do with me!" Follett was dismayed.

Follett didn't like Eddard—it seemed to be a sign of Eddard's mystical behavior—but in Phytney's view, it was a symptom of some kind of mental illness.

"Are you scared of this?" said Fitney, adding, "you can tell her that you have other dance partners." ”

"Oh, forget it! she'll have a good chat with them, especially since I promised her......," Follett paused, distressed.

Follett and Sharon, the pair sent by the Kingdom of Luther, were much more motivated than the former, and Follett was very reluctant - at first, under pressure from Sharon, he may have agreed to Sharon's action, and he would agree to her action.

"Do you have anything you find annoying?" said Fitney suddenly.

Follett was puzzled by Fitney's strange question, but Fitney was a man who never joked, and he scratched his hair and thought, "That's a lot." ”

"Well, I shouldn't have asked you that...... It's me who is abrupt. Fitney sighed.

Follett didn't know why, he stared at Fitney for a while, and when he felt that she didn't have anything to say, he didn't know how to find a new topic for a while.

"Lornay!" Then another man appeared in the flower room—Fitney was a little surprised when he heard the voice—until the tall man appeared in the flower room, still in the costume of an adventurer, with a cheerful personality, and a smile of surprise at the sight of Follett, but not too surprised, "Looks like you have a new friend?"

"He's Follett Hurt, a freshman...... He was Wicker, an adventurer. Fitney introduced them to each other, and for Fitney's sake, the two shook hands.

"What do you think I've brought?" Wicker let go of his hand and turned his gaze back to Fitney, who was clearly uninterested in Follett. Then he took out a cloth bag from behind him, placed it on the table, and when he opened it, he found that it was a neatly arranged continte flower—they could hardly grow with other plants, and even if a cloth bag was not large, it was a considerable resource.

"Thank you so much. Rao was Fitney's expression of her emotions in a subtle way, and her voice was full of joy at this time, and she really needed them so badly.

The value of the Continte Flower was already predestined when he told the people of the Society of Nature about its "secret", and at this time, even if only the civilian magicians knew about these things, Fitney could have foreseen the shortage of resources.

Until a replacement is found, these Contint flowers can be said to be priceless treasures.

"I'm not a researcher, so it would be nice if it worked for you. Wicker said with a smile.

As Fitnair approached the table, she also meant approaching Wicker, who noticed that Wicker still had a distinct layer of ash on his clothes, apparently from Starlight.

Fitney had wanted to tease Wicker, thinking that he would give these things to the Nature Society first.

But when she saw Wicker's smile, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

"It's a great friendship, but what's the use of it?" Follett was left to the side, he had no interest in people, only in the Contint flower, which he had seen for the first time.

Fitney paused, gave him a serious look, and decided to tell him something about the Contint flower.

Follett listened intently—as he listened, Wickel noticed that Follett's expression was becoming more and more agitated.

Follett was in a sense a man of an eccentric temper, and the two of them were constantly at odds with each other out of family misfortune and obsession with hobbies, so that he subconsciously thought that there was nothing else to arouse his interest—and this time it was an obvious exception.

"Is there such a strange thing?oh, I think it can fulfill some of my ideas!" Follett's eyes lit up—those eyes were always tinged with resentment and sarcasm about other things.

"Then you'll have to please Lornais, these things are hers. Wicker understood the look of the fanatic, and when that look fell on him, he was "overwhelmed" and threw the trouble to Fitney.

"Of course you have a chance, my friend. Fitney's words made Follett exclaim, "I can teach you how to use it if you want." ”

Fitney's generosity is grateful, but for Follett there are more questions.

"I do have something to ask of you. Fitney said.

"Tell me about it. Follett was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fitney with a smile in his eyes.

"Do you think you're determined enough, when faced with anything that's going to destroy you. "Try to imagine them as if you think you can't afford them - your struggles are useless, and you're left to the slaughter." ”

Follett was silent for a moment, then revealed a wry smile full of complex meanings: "Miss, maybe you don't know, I have spent such things in the past. ”

It was indeed a test, a young son who was destined to have no inheritance, who was unreasonably pampered and endured the ridicule of those around him.

"Those are the things you're used to, and there's always something that's more unbearable. "I never cared about a person's past, I wanted to know if you wanted a future." ”

"Your words are fraught with worry, Lornais. Wicker softly reassured, and this appearance of Fitney made him a little worried.

Fitnair stared into Follett's eyes at this time, and those bland eyes were now showing pressure that Follett had not been undergoing.