From the time she left her residence until the afternoon, she spent almost the whole day in the clothing shop on the rue de la Mezzo - Lucy seemed to return to the essence of a girl in this respect, she was actually very good at matching clothes and choosing fabrics, and this talent made it easy for her to achieve something in this area, in other words, Lucy was more promising in the study of clothing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared to her deliberate comprehension of potion plants, her fanaticism for clothing choices is natural and simple.

Fitney, on the contrary, has little talent for both. However, for her more potions and plants, the afternoon was a long one—Lucy babbled on the details of the decorations and fabrics, and she was asked to change into various costumes.

"Well, this style is very new, would you like to try it?" Lucy showed her a light yellow gauze skirt.

Fitney didn't speak, because she knew...... Sure enough, Lucy looked at the skirts and seemed to think that the color was too light, so she put them back: "Well, it doesn't look like it's very suitable for you." The color is too light. ”

Fitney didn't really have a lot of research on clothes and utensils, and she could evaluate whether something could be seen by the aristocracy from the aristocratic point of view, but she couldn't be sure where it came from - if she were someone who valued these things, she probably wouldn't have been able to live in such harsh conditions in the forest of Aesop for so long.

So Fitney could feel Lucy's voice in this regard, but she had little interest in it.

On the other hand, she has some admiration for Lucy - these seemingly similar fabrics and styles of clothes are really different in her eyes.

"It's all up to you. Fitney sat in a chair in the shop, a book in hand, and at Lucy's call she finally looked up, and when she looked at the new dress she had shown her, she felt a little headache in her head, and said, "I trust your vision." ”

"I'm glad you can say that, but it's a little too boring. There was some dissatisfaction in Lucy's tone, even though it was one of the things she liked, but she received such a casual evaluation - who could be happy?

Still, Lucy walked in on her own, and let Fitnair enjoy her reading time by herself—Fitnair raised her head slightly, and her eyes fell on a doll by the corridor where Lucy had entered—there were still unfinished clothes on the doll.

An area that she didn't know, the smell in the air was as she had always felt.

Fitney's eyes fell on the window he was leaning back to, his eyes meeting the sunlight that was no longer dazzling, and the streets, trees, and street lamps outside were dyed a deep orange. It was actually a little difficult to see, and she only saw a somewhat familiar figure hurrying by.

He didn't see himself.

Coriford -- The direction he was coming was ......

Fitnair didn't speak, for Lucy had already returned, and Lucy had already helped her pack the clothes she had chosen: "Alright, that'll be fine—I think they'll suit you well." ”

"Thank you. Fitney nodded at her.

"It's terrible—I've never been to the theatre with my brother, and I used to laugh at him, is the theatre like a church in his eyes?" said Lucy as she walked towards Fitney, meaningfully, "and he takes it very seriously—and he's been looking forward to this script for a long time." ”

"'Mert Sesi' -- a play with the name of the main character, I just watched it for a while...... What do you think?" asked Fitney, glancing at the book in his hand.

The script of "Mertes Sesi" written by an unknown man is roughly as follows: Mercesit is a commoner magician who spent his early years in poverty, and later as a librarian he has achieved outstanding success in the field of spell research, and in the process he also falls in love with a noblewoman named Hela, obviously, Mertes Sesi will not be accepted by the other party's family, but the people who are in love have no intention of letting go of each other at all.

It was at this moment that the fortunate Mertes Sesi was appreciated by an old nobleman who had studied magic and who had no heirs, and who, seeing Mertes Sesi's great talents, decided to make him his heir - an event that aroused the jealousy of the old nobleman's stewards. The butler eventually killed the old nobleman and claimed the title of nobility for himself. At the same time, he expelled Mert Sesi from the kingdom of Luther on the grounds of blasphemy.

Merte Sesi did not fall because of this, he chose revenge. Ten years later, Mert Sesi became a merchant who bought a piece of land in the Kingdom of Luther and became a nobleman. When he became a nobleman, he learned that his former lover had married, and everything about himself was no longer mentioned. In a state of grief, Merte Sesi took revenge on the butler who had ruined everything, and then disappeared into the forest of Aesop, never to be seen again.

It doesn't matter if it's a comedy or a tragedy - it shows a lot of things that have only recently emerged. As for the content of the story - that's another story.

"This script is very interesting, Merte Sesi is a very lucky man, otherwise he would not have received the praise of the old nobles and the love of Hela, but he is a very unfortunate person. But what he has does not belong to him in the end. Lucy disagreed, her assessment was objective enough.

"Is such a thing possible?" Fitney looked at the script and was silent for a moment.

"How is that possible? We always think that some luck can befall us, but it seems to me that those things are just stories. Lucy didn't think twice.

A shallow smile slowly appeared on Fitney's calm face, a smile that was somewhere between sarcasm and joy, and Lucy did not notice her.

"Does Your Majesty know who the author of this script is?" asked Fitney.

I asked him, but the author didn't want anyone to know. ”

"Someone who contributed such an interesting script and didn't want to announce their name?"

"Were you interested in the script? I thought you were a serious guy through and through, and it was nerve-wracking. ”

"What are you talking about that makes people feel nerve-wracking?"

"No, it's nothing—maybe you can really ask my brother who the author of this script is?" Lucy smiled slyly, and at this moment she became like some kind of little fox, "I'm interested anyway." ”

The conversation between the two men ended with no clue - the life of the nobles was probably like this, and they probably understood that there was no surprise what was going to happen.