"The fruits are the freshest red Haru fruit, the white white bird fruit, and the green Pipe fruit picked in the past few days...... There are specialties from all over the world, such as the popular Maishutier cake from Vetir, the purple fruit pie from Ansendil, and the barley biscuits from Isopp that people with strange tastes will want to eat, in short, isn't it all about celebrations, eating, drinking, laughing, pretending that we are in a bustling city, like in the capital of the Kingdom of Luther, shouting, "Oh!

Fitney stood on a street on campus, listening to the friend in front of him, Chris, talking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt this time, there are many more blooming plants around this area on the basis of the usual tranquility and beauty--calendula blooms, which are somewhat hard, unique cup-shaped flowers, the color is a single yellow, some may be lighter and some darker, so it does not feel monotonous when arranged, and even adds some magnificent beauty.

There are no colorful ribbons and garlands hanging everywhere in the Lutheran Kingdom celebrations, and the atmosphere is not as good as there, but overall it can still be regarded as lively.

"Chris, you're not necessarily right—after all, there's calendula here, and not everyone gets a chance to take a bite. "Ingrid lifted the calendula that he had plucked from the side, and poured out the liquid in a glass without harming the flowers—these calendulas would accumulate some morning dew in the morning, and in their own flowers, they were regarded as ...... Let's just be a tonic.

Ingrid and Chris first found Phytney, and both of them enjoyed the atmosphere and talked to Fitney along the way.

"It's a lot of fun. Fitney watched as someone greeted her with a smile and a nod or a wave in return—she was wearing a white blouse and a dark green dress today, which visually made her look a little taller than usual.

"Hey, don't keep a straight face, there's no rules today," Chris said, taking Fitney's hand and gesturing at the students who were creating an atmosphere around them—all of them with happy expressions, "You know, it's not always possible to make a lot of noise on campus. ”

Fettnay thought it was amazing, so he echoed her and smiled, "Okay, okay. ”

"But you seem to have some work to do, and it's pathetic -- speaking of which, tonight's prayer is presided over by Alva, right? I dare pack the ticket, and this seat will be yours next year." Chris blinked.

Eating and drinking in the morning, partying in your favorite clothes, praying in the square in front of the Giant's Gate in the evening, dancing and having fun all night - this is a constant arrangement that is common to both magicians and non-magicians.

"Don't say that, humility is a virtue and our spirit usually admonishes us to remember that we are imperfect and that we need to keep trying. Fitney said.

"Hey, virtue, is this to be followed in such a festival? Then it is not at all true that those people privately say that you are like a nobleman. Chris looked discouraged.

At least on the surface, these people still have to express their dissatisfaction with the title of nobility.

"Shouldn't you know if I'm a nobleman or not?" Fitney and the others walked down a few alleys, and there were people on the road with a large tray full of all kinds of delicacies - stop if they liked, and then give money to a magical creature flying beside them, and they could get it - Ingrid had just taken a delicate cake and tasted it happily.

Chris smiled at Fitney's words, as if she did admit it.

"Are you the Phytenay?" a smiling voice rang out—and Fitney looked up to see a smiling man approaching her—he was wearing a white shirt and black waistcoat, a pair of black leather boots that glistened in the sun, and his flaxen hair was quite swollen, "I heard that you did it, you are amazing." ”

"Thank you very much for the compliment. Fitney said politely.

This attitude is exactly the same as people's impression, polite and not eager.

"You really make me feel like I'm doing something wrong, then...... I'm Jerbot Hawa! Nice to meet you!" Jerbot held out his hand.

Fitney held out his hand, and surprisingly cold it was - Gelbert did something somewhat surprising, he raised Fatney's hand slightly, and standing in front of her, he bowed his head and kissed the back of his finger—a very standard kiss salute.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you. Then he did not forget to compliment Fitney.

Fitnair didn't have time to speak, the light in his eyes flickered slightly—and then a surprising figure appeared, and he walked through the crowd and walked to Gelbot's side: "It's time to go!"

These blunt words are very different from Jerbot's, although in terms of dress, their performances should be reversed.

But Fitney didn't expect this man who hated him to do this—yes, the man who came to call Jerbot was Hubert, and Hubert didn't look at Fitney at all, as if he was just calling him...... Maybe it's a friend?

"Oh well, this is a celebration!" Jerbot was a little regretful, but seeing Hubert resolutely and coldly turn his head and leave, he had to follow, but before leaving, he still showed a bright smile to Fitney, "I won't tell you, Miss Fitney, you are so beautiful." ”

Then he let go of Fitney's hand and turned after Hubert—and waved to Fitney in earnest.

"Oh, it's spring!" Chris sighed.

"Isn't it too early to think about these things?" Ingrid blushed a little as she listened to Chris's straightforward words, she looked like she was for her age.

Fitney shrugged: "Whatever you say, let's go find something to eat, I'll go to Wendy in a while, but I don't have time to accompany you anymore." ”

"Oh, that's a big deal, come, let me cherish this time with you again. Chris said.

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While Fitney was wandering around the campus, a man stepped into a somewhat gloomy room—this was Hubert, whom we had just seen, with a look as cold as usual—that was his dormitory, and when he found the one he was accustomed to, he pushed open the door.

"What a damn celebration. He muttered.

The man was getting more and more irritable—as his somewhat cluttered room seemed to showcase. Yet with all this irritability, he was still the shrewd man - he looked around to make sure there was no one.