Fitnair heard Follett's exclamation and followed his line of sight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From that room, Follett could see the movement of the people in the hall of the Flower Room, which was also visible to Fitney, and she saw that there was a man walking "this way"—the fountain in the middle of the Flower House.

"Jill, what is he doing here?" Follett lowered his voice, in fact he didn't need to be like this, theoretically these were two rooms with no connection at all, and even if the ground in this room was shaking, no one outside would know about it.

Fitney looked at Jill.

Jill was a potions fanatic, and she knew that for a long time—it was a shame that it all happened before she could get an idea of what he might have interesting insights into potions.

Follett's question is also what Fitney wants to ask, what is he doing here?

Although Jill seems to have been in charge of the day-to-day watering of some of the plants in the flower room lately, it was a regular occurrence - Fitney had no idea that Gil would be here until this time.

His interest should be in potions, not here - Fitnair guessed he was a man who would never leave his lab.

"What is he doing?" Follett turned his way and faced the door, his hands no longer in his trouser pockets as usual, but outstretched, as if ready to go to war with Jill.

"The spell here was made by Professor Letta, and it wasn't that easy to unravel, and he - it looked like he was looking for some kind of proof. Fitney's eyes narrowed.

Follett listened carefully to Jill.

Apparently unaware that he was being stared at by two "dangerous men", Jill squatted down intently, took a paper bag from his trouser pocket, and sprinkled some powder next to the fountain.

Then he looked around and sprinkled the same thing in different places.

"Lornay, if you consider me a friend, please tell me what the hell he's doing?!" Follett shuddered.

"You're scared of him?"

"Afraid of him, not at this point! It's just that many times I've been almost discovered before have been discovered by him—isn't it worth panicking when a person has a certain trait beyond his imagination?!" Follett seemed to be justifying himself, "the unknown is the greatest challenge!"

Indeed it is.

Fitnair didn't think about the position of what she was saying this, she thought about it carefully, and walked around the river again, before she was sure: "Okay, so be it." ”

"Huh?" even Valrhona looked at her and blinked.

"The next thing you're going to do, it's mainly -- get close to Jill. Fitney said.

Follett was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned very ugly, like a very fond of cleaning people looking into a corner full of garbage: "I promise you, I'll be grateful to Dade for changing your mind—do you want us to die here?"

The second half of the sentence is, of course, just a joke.

"Become Ingrid to get close to him and make yourself like Chris. Fitney added.

Follett felt more and more confused, and to be honest, he had not yet seen the results of Fitney's schemes.

"Ahem, shall we think about it again?" Follett was now uneasy at the sight of Jill's gaze falling on the fountain, "and what do you mean...... Become like Chris?"

"Let your disguise be flawed and flawless. Fitney's words led Follett to think that either he was mad or Fitney was mad - his conjecture leaned towards the latter. As if sensing Follett's strong displeasure, Fitney had to add, "Not everyone knows about Ingrid's suspension - Wendy and Alva know, Ingrid's former friends know, but Jill doesn't." ”

Follett thought for a moment and widened his eyes, "What do you mean -- let him find out I'm a disguised person, and lure him here?" But Wendy really won't ......."

"I'm afraid Wendy is too busy to take care of herself at this time. ”

"Why?"

Fitnair watched as Jill withdrew her gaze and walked towards the outside of the flower room, and said softly, "I suspect that the Nature Society has achieved something very important outside of the school - so they are all negligent in managing this side, and Wendy's nature will make it difficult for her to be handy in her daily affairs." ”

"Do you think Wendy is a violent person too?!"

"No...... Well, maybe you're right, but there's nothing surprising about that. ”

Follett couldn't understand it, he didn't like things that didn't have a reason - but Fitney's face didn't continue to reveal the relevant content, so he had to give up.

Fitney was really thinking about Wendy at this point.

"Well, make that disguised gesture and then get into a fight with Jill? I don't dare mess with someone who has plants on him at all times. ”

"Don't forget my profession - I'll tell you some recipes, and you can do what I say. As for the things that Jill just spilled, don't touch them yet. ”

"What are those things?"

"'Red Boots,' the path of the fool in 'The Word of God' leaves red footprints, and then flowers like red boots grow on those footprints - Elletia says this is so that people don't repeat the mistakes of the past. "It's actually some kind of sign. ”

"I've heard of it. "Some of the noblewomen who are good at jealousy use this thing when they check on their husbands' mistresses, and sprinkle them on their doors, and people will trample them all over the ground when they step on this plant, and the track of the footprints can only be seen by a special way." ”

Fitney was stunned: "Good at jealousy?"

"Isn't it normal for a nobleman to have one or two mistresses?" Follett did not express any personal feelings, but only stated the fact that he was also the child of a mistress, after all.

"I'm not very comfortable with that. Fitney thought for a moment.

"So, Mrs. Gabriel has this 'bad reputation' -- ahem, look where I've gotten to the point? He's finally gone, tell me what I need to do now?"

It was only then that Fitney discovered that what Follett said really had little to do with what they were going to do.

She sat down by the river, intending to have a long talk with Follett, the person Follett was going to "play" this time, at least in terms of gender.