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"Excuse me, miss, but Your Majesty is in the study discussing with the gentlemen of the Hilton Investigative Agency. But when she asked about the maid, she received this answer.

"When did the meeting start?" asked Fitney.

"Not so long ago. The maid said.

"Okay, you go about your business first. Fitney paused and said. After the maid retired, Fitney's eyes changed unpredictably - it was not a matter of memory, Mise's schedule was arranged in advance, otherwise Fitney would not have been able to get this notice in the morning.

But he seems to have forgotten?

"Is it Miss Fitney, please?" Fitney heard another voice—she turned her head to see a maid with a quiet expression.

Fitney recognized her, the maid by Shirley's side.

The nobles would have some personal valet and maid, and Fitney had such a maid when he was in the Wizdem family.

"Yes. Fitney said.

"Your Highness Shirley wants to see you, please come with me. The maid said.

She was not as respectful as the maid just now, which showed that she had a deep relationship with Shirley, otherwise she would not have such a calm demeanor on her face.

Fitnair nodded.

Walking in the palace with the maid, the two barely said anything along the way.

"Does Her Highness Shirley live in an area by himself?" asked Fitney.

"Yes, His Highness lives in Iveliu, the palace, including the garden below, which belongs to His Highness, and His Highness generally does not leave this area. The maid replied.

They had already entered the area, and just as they were about to come to a certain corner, Fitney suddenly saw a short, dark red haired man in a formal suit come out of the corner, and without even looking at Fitney, he continued to walk forward, and soon passed Fitney and the maid.

"That's Mr. Boris Uzild, Count Uzild. The maid seemed to see the confusion on Fitney's face, and said to her, "He probably went to the toilet—there is one on this side that is closest to His Majesty's study." ”

Fitney didn't speak again.

Soon Fitney came to Shirley's place of residence.

The maid pushed open the door, and Fitney walked in—Shirley, with her hair scattered, sat in a chair, tilted her head to look at a book, the sun shining on her snow-white skin, her facial features were exquisite, and especially such a leisurely posture made her look like a woman with a happy life, very happy.

No one could tell that she was close to fifty years old.

"Ah, here you are. Shirley followed the voice, saw Fitney, and whispered.

"Hello, Your Highness. Fitney saluted her.

"Come and sit down, Miss Wyzdem. Shirley pointed to the chair across from her, the maid came over and dragged the chair out, and Fitney walked over and sat down in the chair - a wry smile appeared on Phyllay's face when she heard Shirley say this.

Did even Shirley know about it?

"My name is Fitney Freyton. Fitney's defense was actually useless, she looked at Shirley, "It should be His Highness who called me, right?"

Misse does not forget his schedule, so it can only be explained that this invitation was sent by the queen, not Misse.

"It's really me, let Misser send a message by the way. Shirley disagreed, "It seems that he has something to do, that kid is really hard." ”

Fitney didn't speak, but nodded.

"What do you like to do?" asked Shirley.

"Read a book, do some research. Fitney said.

"What books do you like to read, and what do you like to study?" asked Shirley.

"I don't have any favorite books, they are all pretty much the same to me, and if I had to sort them by a certain frequency, there would be many," Fitney continued, "and potions plants, if I studied them. ”

"Potion plants!" Shirley exclaimed, "Lucy's hobby, what books do you like about it, have you read Crazy and Mysterious Plants?"

Fitney was silent for a moment: "I've seen it." ”

"What do you think?"

"It's one of the best potions plant books I've ever seen, and it contains a lot of unheard of records, and a lot of experimental data shows it's correct. ”

"Have you studied it?" Shirley's eyes suddenly became indistinct - it was originally an indistinct color, as if because the owner of the eye didn't care much about what was going on around her, and now there was finally something that she could care about.

Fitney looked into her eyes and felt as if she had opened a bad topic.

"Studied. It's just that, Your Highness, it was a book from a long time ago. Fitney said.

Her words were like a bucket of cold water, which froze Shirley's surprised expression.

It's not that the book has been around for a long time, but it's about people and things that have been associated with it for a long time, and Fitney doesn't want to be the sinner who arouses suspicion - these are not good memories in her opinion.

"Ah...... Sure enough, Aldrich's daughter. Shirley gradually retracted her expression, her voice showing her fragile, "As calm and ruthless as she is, but always wanting to say something that is actually good to people - then why do you think I shouldn't think about those things anymore?"

"I don't think you won't remember those things anymore, it's just that they will ruin you. Fitney said.

You're right - and you are. I don't think I'll take those things seriously until I die, but all the painful things are self-inflicted, and it's me who still haunts me after so long. Shirley said.

Shirley's maverick used to be because she was unrealistic, but now she is obsessed with the past.

All are deadly.

"Maybe it's human nature. "Anyone can regret the mistake they made, maybe for a lifetime." ”

"It seems that you support my wrong idea. ”

"It's not a mistake, it's just that it doesn't seem so necessary to others. ”

Shirley fell silent as a maid walked in through the door, placing two cups of tea on a tray in front of Fitney and Shirley.

Fitney looked at his cup of tea.

"Now that I've said that, I'll give you a book, and I'll have someone send it to you later. Shirley took a sip of tea and said to Fitney.

"Thank you very much. Fitney thanked him.

"You're also a rare girl who has been through so many things, but it doesn't look like this. Shirley sighed.