"Sorry, rude. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Fitney felt Grede's gaze and coughed softly—but there was still a smile in his tone.

"It doesn't matter. Greid, however, gave her a smile back.

At this time, Valrhona, dissatisfied that she was being ignored, went ashore, spat out the "fish" in her mouth, and clearly expressed her displeasure: "Valrhona!"

"You've done a great job, you're great, but don't do that next time, it doesn't look rude. Fitney comforted her and rubbed her wet hair.

Valrhona was comforted, and her mood eased slightly, and then she raised her slender arms and held up the two fish: "Valrhona." ”

"Would you like to taste it?" said Fitney.

Valrhona nodded excitedly, her golden eyes like flowing gold, beautiful and majestic—an adjective that would seem a little strange here, but it was.

So Fitney went to find some firewood, and the process of making it was a lot of fun—although it would not be correct to describe the difficulty as funny, Fitney seriously felt that doing such "heavy work" at this time did not make her feel as bored as usual.

Fitney didn't have much to learn about cooking, but Grede wasn't—he was surprisingly good at it.

"Well, now you can flip it over, you can look at that side, it's this color, yes, you're doing a great job. Grede instructed Fitney, while Valrhona watched with a blank eye, almost drooling.

Fitney's understanding of cooking was limited to the ingredients and regional specialties she knew, and her knowledge of aristocratic eating was of little use.

In contrast, Greid was a good teacher – and Fitney fully understood why he was able to keep Shevrin in order.

"You can try it. When the surface of the fragrant fish had turned golden brown - Fitnair held her up to Valrhona, who unceremoniously took a large bite.

Seeing Valrhona gobbling it up, Fitnair felt that if she had a big mouth, she might have swallowed the fish in one gulp.

"She's a naïve and lovely girl. Fitnair looked at Valrhona and said softly.

Valrhona was munching on the fish, crumbs unquestioningly on her lips, but she didn't care about the stuff at all, and continued to go about the meal with joy and dignity.

"The same goes for you. Greider said.

Fitnair was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"Words like innocence, kindness, cuteness, etc., sometimes do not refer to behavior. Greid, seeing her lack of confidence, seemed to understand what she had been through.

"This is the first time I've heard of your theory, and these words are often used to praise a person's behavior, if not to describe it, but at least to show it because of the mind. ”

"Maybe you're underestimating yourself?"

"I don't think I need to be confident in a situation like this. ”

Fitney's kindness may not be as obvious as Greid's words, but the stubbornness is obvious—Greid has to give up arguing with her about it.

"Lornay?" Follett's voice came just then.

Fitnair apologized to Grade, then stood up and walked towards the river, and when he saw Follett's appearance of turning into Ingrid because of the flower of Barlow, he couldn't help but say, "I am not used to your appearance. ”

"Isn't that what you did?" Follett looked at with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Fitney had nothing to say.

"Does Jill know Clarence?" Fitney sat down, and after listening to Follett's words, he felt that this matter was worth surprising, "Have you investigated Jill's origins?"

"I've thought about it, but I don't have the power. Follett was helpless.

It was a good thing that Follett wasn't identified at this time - but it still affected their judgment on the matter.

"Forget it, does Jill have any awareness of your identity? The gloomy paleness of Fitney's face reappeared.

"Of course there is—he was very impressed with you—and he searched here again just after I 'left'. Follett said, with a hint of confusion on his face, "Why do you want to start with Jill, because his identity is relatively ordinary, and it is not easy for others to understand?"

Fitney curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the ground, and several images flashed in his eyes: "Have you seen Sharon lately?"

"I saw her once, she was walking towards the Baita District. "I'm not very afraid to go near the White Tower. ”

"Don't worry, you don't have the aura of the dangerous factor of the Flower of Barlow. "Tomorrow you go after Sharon, you should know where her dorm is." ”

Follett nodded—he had somewhat given up on asking Fitney why.

"I really don't understand why Ed didn't report Ed earlier to that proud guy so much. Follett felt dissatisfied at the thought of Sharon.

"When they have a common enemy, Ed can't threaten her—at least as an ally, but if I die, Ed will deal with her in turn. She knows Ed's power, so she won't act rashly. No one knows what that mysterious creature is thinking, does they?" said Fitney.

"Why don't you tell Fresson, as his professor, his disciples are so rampant. ”

What does Freison think?

"I've thought about asking this question - but who would Fresson shelter compared to Ed?"

"But if this continues, sooner or later Starlight will be destroyed by Eddard. ”

"What if Fresson doesn't insist on Starlight anymore?"

"What did you say?"

Fitney looked at the surprise in Follett's eyes, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear: "Gil told you that Letta accepted the task of Willronton and seems to have gone to trouble the Holy See. ”

"What does this have to do with Fresson?"

"Wellronton's name on the warriors is one of the most important allies of magicians - but they have become a thorn in the side of the Holy See, which does not like to expose themselves compared to the large ones, which puts them in a delicate situation - since Wylundon chooses to do it, maybe something will happen there. ”

"What will happen?"

"How do I know - it's just conjecture, we have too little information right now, and if something happens to Willronton, Fresson will choose Willonton. ”

"That sounds like a catastrophe. ”

"Yes, disaster. Fitney's eyes deepened, as if she had smelled something unusual, and thus became sensitive.