Picking up the books scattered on the floor, straightening the fallen cabinets, and some unidentified fragments of objects, which can basically only be seen in material and size, also need to be cleaned up - but when picked up, they bring up a thick layer of dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahem......" Fitney coughed—she was standing in the corner where the dusty books were most dense.

But when she picked up the first book, she found that it was more of a manuscript—hidden beneath them.

What kind of books are they?Fitney wiped the cover with a rag...... After reading the cover, she was silent for a moment, and then went back to pick up the manuscripts, which were sketches drawn in charcoal - but the contents were too blurry to be distinguished.

Simply packing up her belongings, she went somewhere else—the road to this corner was dusty, and the smell of the air made it seem like there were no people there.

There were a lot of places like this—and Fitney looked around—and there were a few shelves with stuff piled up on them.

If she was really asked to pack up and leave, then she probably wouldn't want to leave here.

Luckily, the old man let her go back anyway - he finally lost interest in the slime and let her go back with the magical creature first.

When Fitney walked out of the White Tower, the full moon in the sky had been hanging in the sky for an unknown amount of time, and she only felt so tired that she was fainting.

"Coo-goo. The slime jumped on her shoulder - which was a bit of a surprise. But Fitney didn't want to pay attention to it—if it wasn't for it running around, how could he be like this.

Fitney shook her head slowly, and then looked at the dust on her body—even though this embarrassed appearance made her feel uncomfortable to look at, she still wanted to go back to the dormitory as soon as possible and lie down directly.

But now it's a big question whether I can walk back.

What's even more helpless is that the big-nosed old man asks her to come the next day.

"Huh?" took a step forward, and the intense vertigo made Fitney shake - and the scene in front of him blurred for a moment, even if the view outside the White Tower was very charming.

The roses were coated with a moon-white outline by the moonlight, so that each petal was both cold and so soft that the blurred vision felt that he could not see clearly, and could only smell the fragrance of the flowers and see in a trance...... A figure under the moon.

A tall woman today is rarely draped in a mage's robe, wearing an aristocratic shirt, her red hair is very conspicuous, standing under the moon, she looks like a noblewoman described in those idle books of the aristocracy, and also like a flower in the moonlight, the atmosphere is cold and lonely.

"Professor?" Fitney was a little surprised.

With such a dress and demeanor, except for Letta, Fitney couldn't think of a second person.

"Gray nose is really excessive. The man was indeed Letta, and she walked over, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her magnificent eyes—and Fitney saw her take out a paper bag from her robe, "Eat and go, I'll go in and have a word with him." ”

"That'...... He said he was going to sleep...... "Fitney hesitated.

"Hmph. But Letta snorted—she crossed over Fitnair, and stretched out her hand, but it couldn't be straightened—as if it had touched some barrier, and a blue-blue light bloomed from it, keeping her out.

Letta was silent for a moment, and Phytenay took a bite of the dry food in the paper packet and stared carefully at the scene before them—only to see red vines rising from the feet of Letta—they didn't know where they came from, but they could only see them crash into what was in their way, pierce through the white bricks on the ground, and stab at the white tower like knives!

Whew——!

Just as the vine was about to pierce the blue-blue barrier, it seemed to sink into the water and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this act of "running away", Letta did not speak, and walked inside step by step, stepping on his high heels with a crisp sound.

Fitney was a little surprised—the big-nosed old man had some scruples about Letta, and wanted to turn her away, but Lightta had to open the door because of his strength.

At least that's how it seems.

"Are you okay. Fitney stood still, looking a little bewildered, when she heard another voice—looking up, Trentney's tall figure stood in the moonlight, casting Fitney in a shadow.

"I'm fine, thank you, Professor Tren. Fitney relieved a lot after eating, said.

Although she didn't know why the alchemy professor was in this place.

"She didn't see you this afternoon, and she came to me and asked me where you went. Tren looked up at the white tower.

"Much appreciated. Fitney was silent for a moment.

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect Letta to go to her specifically - Xilei thought of telling Helis about it, but forgot about it.

"You really should be grateful to her. "See you tomorrow, then." ”

As he spoke, Tren's tall figure turned around and quickly disappeared into the blooming roses.

Fitnair had wanted to say that she might have to clean up the White Tower tomorrow, but the shaking inside the White Tower and Tren's sudden departure made it impossible for her to care.

But why was Tren here? These questions had only been passed through in his mind once - the tired and sleepy Fitney couldn't even think about it.

Looks like the two of them are fighting?Fitney blinked, and the Eye of Penetration saw the magic surging wildly towards the White Tower, and the slime also became cowering and buried Fitney's neck.

The tremors grew stronger and stronger, and Fitney could clearly see the White Tower trembling violently, and dust spilling from the White Tower.

Luckily, the shaking stopped quickly, otherwise Phytenay thought it would have even attracted Fresson.

There was a moment of silence, and Fitnair stood blankly in place, while the slime shivered around her neck.

Letta's figure walked out of the tower, and she was no different from the way she had been when she entered.

"Let's go, next time keep an eye on your magical creatures, don't let them run around, or you want me to tell you where to find a cage for magical creatures. Letta saw Phytenay and said.

Fitnair felt the slime on her shoulder tremble.

"I'll take notice. Fitney said, following Letta, "I'm sorry." ”

Letta didn't speak, and Fitney followed her, walking, and she suddenly heard Liteta sigh inadvertently—very light, and if it weren't for Fatney's care, she wouldn't have noticed.

"Someone told you about the Golden Lantern Festival of the Empress's Moon?" Leita said.

"Well, do you want to start preparing calendula during this time. Fitney said.

Letta nodded, "I'll talk to Fresson about it tomorrow - it's all about it." ”

That's a good thing – it's happier than cleaning a white tower.