Helis still has to go to class, so Fitney goes back to the dormitory alone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the way, Fitney was thinking.

What was Fitney thinking? A lot. But it's all about Chris, the girl suddenly provides a vague "clue" when the situation is unknown, and what is more worth wondering about is not the so-called clue, but why she was injured.

And what she wanted - it was all back to square one.

It seems that as Chris says, magicians are crazy in some sense and don't reveal their thoughts easily.

But one thing is clear: Chris's so-called apprehensive remarks actually mean that she will be "paid" when the so-called clues work.

She was confident that it was an important reminder, but she didn't mention anything more.

"Hello, Fitney." Fitney's thoughts were interrupted - she looked up and saw several girls standing in front of her, all with friendly smiles on their faces, and the girl who led the way, calling out to herself, stepped forward and held out her hand, "Hmm...... There's nothing else I want to know you, hello, my name is Ingrid, Ingrid Lilai. ”

"Hello, I'm Fertney Frayton." Fitney shook her hand, "Nice to meet you." ”

Openings like this were already familiar in her life as a nobleman, even if she hadn't been involved in real social activities.

"We all took Moda's literature class, and your point of view was interesting to us. And I heard that you got an A in your magic theory class, is that true? "Ingrid has long, big brown hair with wavy hair, and he talks to people with a focused demeanor - it's a good habit.

"I didn't pay attention to that." Fitney said honestly.

Fresen's Theory of Magic class was one of the classes Fitney chose.

"Then you are really amazing, I also heard about the giant vine, no wonder you can become a disciple of the magician." Ingrid did not hesitate to appreciate, and then said expectantly, "If we have any questions, can we ask you?" It's just a matter of asking what you think of the writings and so on. ”

It was a world that was not good at sharing knowledge, because printing technology was not developed, and the knowledge of nobles, commoners, and magicians belonged only to their own regions, and most of them had a habit of secrecy, and their books were different.

However, Fitney is not affected by these thoughts: "Okay, just ask me later." ”

This surprised Ingrid and others.

The rest of the words didn't make much sense, and they all boiled down to praise for her—even those who liked to listen to them would find it boring if they heard too much, and Fitney didn't like them.

Fitney ended the conversation feeling that there was nothing special to gain, as if everything just happened was some kind of communication.

Is...... The act of thinking that you are outstanding in some parts of yourself and trying to connect with you.

Wait a minute......

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something.

Chris's work seems to fall into that category in a sense - but her purpose goes far deeper than Ingrid's mere purpose.

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Back in the dormitory, Fitney did not immediately change his clothes and rest, but made a new round of summoning.

The speculation forced her to do this—living in this place is no less arduous than in other places.

The summoning pattern lights up, and the light surges.

When the light dissipated, a puzzle appeared on Fitney's face - she didn't see the summoner who should have appeared, but there was nothing wrong with the creation of the magic circle and the light......

Mutter...... Mutter......

Fitnair was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something—his gaze slowly moved downward.

Say one, a lump, or "one" - the green ball looked like something ten times larger than an ordinary pudding, and it had eyes and a mouth, and it winked at Fitnay.

It looked at Fertenay.

The eye blinked, and blinked.

Fettnay knew what it was - summoners weren't just "real" characters, after all, many characters were also from different texts or myths - anything with its own history could exist in that form.

And it is known as having the highest probability of appearing, and when it appears, it basically means that the luck of the owner who summoned it is low.

Fictional monsters, slimes.

Fitnair didn't know what to say, she needed some help at this time, because the summoner was basically invisible - even if it was a magician like Merlin who was summoned, it would be seen, at least a companion.

However, it is not able to communicate with people in its setting, and its thinking cannot even reach the point of understanding things.

What's even more troublesome is that.

It is a magical creature that is able to appear "really" in this world.

"Really...... ......"Even if she had to end the summoning early and cancel its existence, she would not be able to summon other summoners for three days.

Maybe what's next, or a slime?

Fitnair sighed, trying to reach out and pinch the little thing, which had no use other than texture - Astolfo was much better than it was in comparison.

The slime jumped up and down in place, anonymously anonymously, and it made Fitney's outreach slightly quicker, but it bounced off when Phytenay was about to touch it!

Fitney was stunned, it made a cooing sound, and then bounced out—even though Fitney had closed the door, but the gap between the door frame and the door was a little large due to the original design problem—it was very stretchable, and it squeezed into the frame, and then squeezed out......

"Damn it......" Fitney cursed rarely, opened the door and rushed out.

It didn't matter if the other summoners went out, but it was a little thing she hadn't finished at this point - who knew what it would do on the less stable campus at this time?

Is......

Fitney leaped forward, trying to grab the slime in front of him, but just as it was about to touch the elastic body, it suddenly changed direction and headed for another place!

Throwing himself into the air, Fitney spun around sharply, trying to make his reflexes quicker.

The slime somehow got into a temper tantrum with Fitney, much to Fitney's trouble, at least it didn't want to stop.

Fitney followed it down the stairs, but luckily she hadn't forgotten to train herself during her starlight days—otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hold it up after a few steps.

However, she still couldn't match the speed of the slime, and could only barely find it—it was too early to catch it—and narrowly avoided it several times.

In the blink of an eye, the slime was about to burst out of the school building - this school building was rarely used, and the outside was different - and the slime had already squeezed out of the door! Fitnair had to run out of the gate as well - to her regret that she hadn't slept much today, and that part of the road had already given her some headaches.