Being with Ed is a torment - Fitney is not used to breaking with people at unnecessary moments, especially since Ed happens to be helpless and within her tolerance of what she does. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's more, even if he really said that he wanted to break with that capricious teenager, he might not take his words seriously.

Fortunately, apart from Moda's literature class, he didn't have the same course as him.

The next class was Alchemy, which was taught by Professor Tren to make things with magic using certain magical materials and props.

In fact, the alchemy class was supposed to be the first class that Fitney was supposed to take in college—but in the first class, the professor did not show up in class.

"Professor Tren is probably busy with the subject of Rose May—he is known for his work on Rose May." When she didn't see the professor in that class, Haili thought for a while and said, "There are a lot of things that occasionally delay the course because of research, and this is not the first time." ”

Fitney nodded in understanding, and watched as the students who were accustomed to it discussed how many lessons Tren would come up with.

Tren's second class appeared in the class - unlike the literature class, the alchemy class was held in a square classroom, in groups of several people, with a complete set of alchemy paraphernalia in front of them.

"My name is Tren, I am in charge of your alchemy class, and the study of theory is all in your spare time, I will only tell you some procedures, as well as correct some of your bad habits and eliminate fatal mistakes." Tren was a tall blonde man with a pale face and somewhat cloudy eyes.

"Professor, you didn't tell us in advance that we needed to study the theory class on our own." Then there were some doubts - Fitney looked up at the student, who was a freshman like himself.

Tren's words make a similar sense to getting some people who can't walk to start running.

"Actually, this is a recognized fact, if the second grade chooses this course, everyone knows it - it is all said by friends who have taken this course in the first grade." Helis couldn't help but understand.

"So what were you doing in the last lesson?" Tren didn't care about this question, "I have to get a result in every class, or I will fail at the end of the semester." ”

There was a lot of discussion all of a sudden.

It was as if he had foreseen this outcome, and began his own steps casually—he had been told in advance by Helice, and he had also done some basic exercises in the previous class.

I have to say that the learning of magicians is more like developing some kind of talent, Tren no longer cares about them, and when those experiments began, many people may not have the basic state of Fitney, but because of the difference in the use of magic, they quickly became relaxed.

"You look struggling." As Fitnair was shifting the barely lit flame away, she heard Tren's voice overhead—she looked up and met Tren's eyes.

"It was like that in the beginning, and the books say so." Fitney said.

Then she continued her experiments.

Tren didn't speak to Fitney again, but Fatney's mind unconsciously flashed his face.

It always feels a little familiar.

In the end, Fitney didn't delve into the problem because she was about to embark on a long job.

"Calendula is a must." After class, Fitney, who returned to the flower room, saw Lighttta standing in front of a small flower field that had been cleaned up - Lightta, who saw Fitney, pointed to the flower field and said, "Don't disgrace me." ”

Fitney knew that Lightta's words were not too deeply demanding, but just to tell himself to pay attention.

"Okay." Fitney had a similar premonition that he needed to plant calendula for the Golden Lantern Festival, so he recently looked up the relevant content.

Letta nodded, and then said, "By the way, are you still used to the lessons these days?"

"Not bad." Fitney felt that there was nothing to mention.

"I heard that Tren is back, and he's a little earlier this year than he was last year - but it's weird that he's brought me and Fresson gifts this year." Letta said casually, "Oh, it seems to have given you a greeting." ”

"Thank you very much." Fitney said.

It's no different from before, it's just that there are more people and I need to take some classes.

"Welcome back!" In the evening, when Fitney returned to the dormitory after his busy work in the flower room, he heard a very cheerful voice—the blonde knight was smiling with his sword raised.

"Thank you, Esslenfer, I hope you have a great day." Fitney was silent for a moment and said.

Charlemagne had twelve knights, and Eslenfer was the weakest of them, and even Fitney couldn't beat him.

"Of course it's fun! Lornay, this place is so interesting! There are many people like Tobin! Esslenfer was excited, and in his opinion, there weren't many magicians like Tobin.

"If you're happy, how about you come to practice today." Fitnair dragged the sword out from under the bed, and at the same time took off the coat of his school uniform and rolled up his sleeve.

"Huh? No, Ronay, I think you should consider the elegance of a lady, it's really distressing that you look like this. Acelenfer exclaimed.

Fitney has only helplessness for this fun-loving knight, and it is still very difficult to find someone like Acelen among so many knights in the Kingdom of Luther.

Ignoring Ashlenfer's words, Fitnair bowed to him and took a step, swinging a sword gracefully and swiftly, which Ashlenfer hastily catched.

There is actually no skill in the sword duel, slashing each other until the winner is decided, Esslenfer is not a very strong person, and Fitney is also a person who likes to play tricks, so the result is actually unquestionable.

As for why Fitney chose a pointless duel - it may be that even if he lacks strength, Acelenfer is still a knight.

When ——!

"I suspect you don't have the spirit of knightly fraternity at all!" Eslenfer fell to the ground and said angrily.

Fitney stood casually in place, not sweating: "I'm not a female knight."

"But you know knightly etiquette," Eslenfer was a little puzzled, "and you can use a sword, too." ”

"I should have gotten the knight's approval, but...... Forget it, that's all unimportant. Fitney said.

Fitnair put her sword back under the bed, her movements skilful, but she was a little lonely due to her thin stature and the factor of remembering the past.

"Lornay!" Seeing all this, Acelenfer suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Fitney turned to look at her.

"I've been wandering around for the past few days and I've seen a club, do you want to join one! You might even meet great friendships! Eslenfer stood up excitedly, his eyes sparkling.