Fitnet understood that Hermes was telling the truth - no one had ever calculated exactly how many people could be summoned in "Big History", and even if she kept summoning, the chances of calling Hermes again were too low. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Since she came into this world, she has occasionally summoned characters, sometimes out of boredom, and most of the time to use them to remind herself of where she once came from, and to give some hope for the name "hometown" - there is a lot of selfishness, and she has never been very impressed by any summoner.

Hermes, however, is different.

Dealing with the boy who accompanied him to escape from the aristocratic circle, Fitney had become accustomed to and even trusted his existence, even if he really did something to the wild boar in Aesop's forest......

She could summon him, she could take him back, but she never did.

"Although it seems that something not very good has been done? But for the sake of me disappearing, Miss Fitney doesn't want to trouble me, right? Hermes seemed to know this, so much so that he said it with impunity.

"I still want to know the truth." Fitney looked at him and asked firmly.

"Huh? All right...... Persistent Miss. Hermes was dumbfounded, thinking that he wouldn't have to dwell on the issue with Fertenay by saying this, so he scratched his hair, "You're not a nobleman anymore. ”

"I know." Fitney said.

"So you can't drink black tea every day, wear skirts, and pile up books casually waiting for the servants to clean them up, and you can't pick up gems at will," Hermes said, tilting his head, "I want you to know that you are no longer a nobleman...... However, I originally thought that the young lady was more suitable to be a nobleman. ”

Fitnair was surprised: "Why?"

A little embarrassed, Hermes whispered a few words to her, and Fitney was even more surprised, and didn't know what to say - she was surprised, it turned out that it was because of this incident that Hermes was going to do something to make the wild boar crazy? What a ......

Hermes smiled: "You need to find a support, but I am a summoner, and I can't be with you forever...... But this kind of young lady is better and can do what she likes to do. ”

Fitnair didn't speak—she looked at Hermes more transparently—and he seemed to disappear into thin air in the next second.

"I did it, but it's not exactly me, the magic here is very strange, maybe some 'things' are hidden in the dark, but I can't find them - miss, be careful." Hermes suddenly became serious.

Fitnair nodded, she had never doubted Hermes - it made Hermes embarrassed and speechless.

In the fresh, grassy air, the two of them just stood.

"So be it, Miss Fettnay," Hermes could not help laughing again, and at last said, "I am glad to have met you. ”

With that, he disappeared into thin air, leaving no trace.

Perhaps part of the reason why he went berserk and deliberately provoked himself was to make them less upset when they parted, which made it hard to imagine that he was a child and had an adult heart—but he finally ran to him and said goodbye to himself.

It's still a kid after all.

Thinking so in his heart, Fitney smiled, but a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and said softly: "Me too, thank you."

At this time, she didn't want to do anything, she just wanted to stand quietly.

And when she looked down, she saw a little flash in front of hermes, where Hermes had been standing.

Strange, she leaned down and brushed away the grass, and found that it was a blue-purple gem—the one that the Arrennius had given her.

It occurred to her that she had lost it, not long ago—but her last days in the Wyzdem family were so busy that she had forgotten about it.

But at this time...... Fitney gently picked up the jewel, and suddenly remembered the color......

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Boom!

Knock knock!

Fettnay was still reminiscing about the past, but the earth trembled, and she couldn't help but be surprised—was this an earthquake?

But what happened next told her it wasn't.

Something suddenly exploded in the forest not far away, and a fire lit up, and she could feel the heat even if the cabin was a certain distance from there.

What happened?

Fitnair suddenly remembered the words of Hermes and Wicker, and the magicians he had seen not long ago—what was the purpose of those magicians who had come to the forest? Did they do it?

And also...... Where's Wicker?

Fitnay was not worried about his own safety, but worried about Wicker, but it seemed that he would not open the pot, and the barking of "Wang" rang in his ears, and then a wounded hound appeared in Fitney's eyes, and several burn marks appeared on its shiny fur.

Seeing the hound hurt like this, Fitney understood that Wicker had fought with someone.

"What do you want to do?" Fitnair tried to run towards the forest, but the hound bit her shin and led her in the opposite direction—she frowned, but soon realized something.

The Hound would not leave Wicker easily, and Wicker let the Hound come back, perhaps to let her escape—so Wicker was not in a good position at this time.

"Well, I know you want to help me, or you're following your master's orders," Fitney had been led in the opposite direction by the hounds, but she hadn't intended to do so, she tried to convince the hounds, "but I'm not going to let go of my friend's ......"

The hound was still dragging her to the side, and Fitney was very helpless, and in the end she was almost dragged away, but fortunately, the hound's strength was actually not great.

"Don't get excited," the hound saw that he couldn't drag Fitney, and was so anxious that Fit Tone Nay had to say, "I have a way, believe me." ”

The hound was very human, and when he heard what Fitney said, he stopped, and looked at her with blinking eyes, as if to make sure that what she said was true.

"Trust me." Fettnay took a deep breath and stretched out her hand, the familiar lines floating on the back of her hand, and a beautiful circle quickly appeared under her feet—it was the first time she had summoned so hastily, and she hoped that she would be able to summon some useful summoners this time.

The situation was more urgent than Fitney had imagined - she had just finished the ritual when a small fireball smashed down on her side, and she turned sideways to avoid it, making sure she didn't hit, but she still felt a burning pain in her leg, and she almost couldn't stand up.

When the smoke cleared, she saw who the other party was—a woman in a black cloak, her hood had been removed from the battle, and her pretty face was full of surprise.

"Little girl?" The meaning in her tone seemed to be that she didn't believe that she was going to be the enemy of a little girl—more focused on underestimating herself.

Fettnay recognized the voice, she was among the magicians who had appeared in the forest—quietly opening the Eye of Penetration, and she saw the flow of magic again, and at high speed, as they quickly converged around the woman, and saw that the next attack was about to be accumulated.

Perhaps she could understand it as some kind of energy bar, and for a magician of this woman's level, it seemed easy to replenish.

"So...... Who is the master who summons me? At this time, a somewhat old voice sounded beside him.

Fitney felt even more desperate.

An old man in a thick coat and on crutches, with a gray beard, stood firmly beside Fitney, in a strange contrast to her as she fell to the ground.

"Charles? Robert? Darwin ...... "Fitney no longer needs to ask who this man is, she has seen this face a thousand times in various textbooks, but it is the first time she has seen "herself"—but she does not know whether to be surprised or ...... at this time

The famous British biologist who wrote "The Theory of Evolution" and the founder of the theory of evolution.

She finally summoned a familiar summoner, much to Fitney's relief, but Darwin's presence couldn't change everything that happened in front of him - it was clear at a glance that he wasn't a fighting type, and even if he just looked at his old appearance, Fitney couldn't bear to let him participate in the battle.

"Where are you, little girl, frightened?" Only Fitney could see Darwin - the woman was staring at Fitney when he looked at Darwin in surprise and despair - and she thought it was the little girl who was frightened, "That Wicker guy has been hiding for more than ten years, and this time he specifically asked his puppy to help others escape, I thought it was 'that one'......"

"Do you have any grudges?" Fitney looked cautiously at the female magician.

"Oh, grudge? Of course not, I'm a pacifist. The female magician denied it.

Fitney was a little puzzled, when did this word appear in this world?

"Well, I wonder if I'm going to be killed?" Fitney said.

"Of course it will, well, a fireball would be fine, anyway, it won't make you too painful - after all, no one who knows Wickel's whereabouts can stay." Female magicians are a matter of course.

This is a pacifist?

Fitney's face was full of shock, and the female magician seemed to feel a little pitiful when she saw her appearance: "This is the best way to die, I should start harder?" You won't even be left with an ugly corpse, but I might not be able to control the mana, or my aim may be a little off......"

"Okay." Fitnair was stunned at first, and finally sighed as if accepting the facts.

The female magician was also a little surprised, as if she didn't expect that her words could really "impress" the little girl. But she is not a person who will waste her "good luck", the fireball in her hand has begun to change, but unfortunately Fitney can't carefully observe how these flames change from magic power at this time.

"Mr. Darwin, do you have any fighting abilities?" Fitney asked in a low voice as he felt the air getting hotter and hotter.

"Of course not, master," Darwin replied with a rigorous "I am capable of ......"

"Well, don't talk about running out of time," Fitnair interrupted him, raising his hand and the lines floating, "Run!" ”