Fitney had never seen such a look in Follett, and he thought of what was described in the book, about a reef on the waves, a dark blue wave rolling white foam, unstoppably rushing towards it, but this wave was so close to it that it did not fall heavily and as he had expected, so that the reef that had been waiting to be tested had rejoicing, hesitating, and distressing...... Numerous complex emotions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Like Follett at this time, he may be a reef.

"I think I'll do my best. Follett said.

There is nothing special about his expression of firmness.

Fitney sighed, and the majesty faded from her eyes, leaving only her fluttering words: "Why am I telling you this? ”

Neither Follett nor Wickel knew what had happened to Fitney, and they looked at each other, unable to find an answer.

Fitney didn't talk to them about it again, and taught Follett Contint about it as she had promised.

The day passed quickly, and Fettnay was glad he didn't meet any new visitors.

She wasn't worried about too many people coming, she was just worried about meeting someone who was too much to deal with.

After all, it's only ten days until that Mylorence Festival.

And during this time, even Xiao Ke could feel the strangeness of Fitney lately, she had not gone to the laboratory and the flower room recently-but Follett was taking care of these two things, and she spent almost every day in the library.

And Fitney also seems to show a rare anxiety - she sighs inexplicably while eating.

On the day of the Mylorence Festival, Mylorence blooms in the starlight, and those pink flowers will not make people feel tired because of the wonderful gradient on the petals, and at the same time, the hearts of the people who see these scenery in their eyes are full of anticipation and awe for this festival.

There are also festivals in the Kingdom of Luther, where they are more practical, the so-called Marriage Proposal Day.

Fitnair didn't care about any of that, she just observed their growth as she passed by the flower beds, calculated a little what they needed to grow, and headed for the library.

She even thought she would spend the day in peace.

It wasn't until the evening of Mylorence Day that she received a "gift".

Nick saw Fitney lay the gift heavily on the table.

"[Leader], who is better than Perikles?" Fitney then leaned back on the bed and asked the tall man standing in the dormitory - this man with a unique and enthusiastic personality surprisingly did not like to interfere in Starlight's affairs, and at most only walked around Starlight's campus.

The summoners have many attributes, the original emperor's son and the [leader] mentioned by Fitney at this time.

"It depends on what it is. Xiao Ke smiled, "According to you, he is a political leader, and I am a military leader. ”

"But some of your abilities overlap, right? Pericles was able to make his appeal acceptable to a man on the battlefield and summon five thousand hoplites. Fitney tapped his finger on his bed and groaned, "What about you?"

"I don't have the demagogic power of his - I could already feel his appeal when I was 'alive'. It's similar in combat - if you can provide enough magic, I can fight an undefeated battle. Xiao Ke's confident smile was convincing.

His history proves that.

"You don't seem to like political battles. Fitney said.

"Yes, I don't like those things, and making myself a hero, keeping the glory of Athens alive is my goal - I don't care if I can lead everything, but leading everything and being a hero are contradictions, terrible contradictions. "What have you been planning lately, right? Is it because of that little girl?" why don't you try to act if you are not sure that your words will be useful?

What a man full of contradictions.

Fitnair sighed—a knock sounded at the door.

"Is Fitney here? Sharon asked me to call you and say you're going to dinner tonight. What surprised Fitney was Follett's voice.

"Wait a minute. Fitnair answered, and Nick smiled and slowly disappeared like a ghost.

Follett was dressed in a black suit at this time - it didn't look anything special, and he wouldn't have the discomfort of a civilian mage's outfit. He was contemplating with all his heart what Fitney had told him lately, about the magical Contint flower, which had made him forget the resentment he had at Sharon orders these days.

When the dormitory door opened, Follett was stunned.

It's been a long time since Fitney wore a gown, the pure white gauze skirt was layered, and it seemed to be dotted with some shining points of light, and in the simple style, the upper part was the opposite black, which made her pale skin not look too monotonous, and she would not be uncomfortable with such an outfit, just a hint of long-lost feeling.

"It looks pretty like that!" Follett said of the unusual way people dressed.

Fitney didn't handle her hair, just casually pinned a pearl hairpin, she glanced at Follett, and her tone seemed a little helpless: "I don't want to go to a dinner party like that if I can." ”

"I think so, too, it seems that someone has persecuted you? That person is really powerful. Follett's tone was blunt.

Fitney didn't speak, and left the dormitory with him, walking towards the White Building.

The White Building was surrounded by a sea of pink flowers today, and the white walls had a more youthful atmosphere, and the sky was completely dark, but they could see the white light inside through the windows of the White Building.

There were already a lot of people present, and when Fitney and Follett stepped inside, the magical instruments flowed from the melodious tunes, and some were already dancing on the dance floor with their partners.

"Why are you here now? Come on. As soon as Follett walked in the doorway, Sharon had already stepped out of the corner, her pink dress adorned with all sorts of flowers, which made up for her pale complexion, but there was a suspicion of dominance - but what did it have to do with Fitney?

As Fitney watched Follett be taken away by her, she walked here by herself, observing everyone with her peculiar composure.