Everyone happily took their seats. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The food for dinner was delivered like running water.

Like Dyce, Mr. Zarif was also a guest of the Princess of Beirut this time, so he sat across from Dyce. He shrugged his snow-white eyebrows at Dyce and winked at Dess like a naughty boy who hadn't grown up.

Sister Beirut was still as happy as ever, insisting that Miss Anna sit beside her. Miss Anna, of course, could not refuse her host's request at the table, and thought that it was impossible to be in Beirut on the chair, and after seeing that Deis agreed, she sat down next to Beirut.

Knives and forks collide, knives and forks collide, clanging sounds. It's like most people at the dinner table.

Days found out that his teacher had ordered a steak, and then saw him delicately cut the beef into small pieces and put it in his mouth, and then chewed it lightly, without any strange sounds, and did not suddenly complain that he could not bite or anything like that.

After a while, Mr. Zarif picked up his glass and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's toast to all the girls here!" ”

Days didn't ask why, anyway, everyone was happy.

So everyone raised their glasses and drank the drink in the cup. Aside from Mr. Zarriff, only Amy's glass should be the wine.

At Amy's request, she replaced her glass with white wine, which she said she couldn't get used to drinking at all.

"How did the little guy get here?" The old gentleman took a sip of wine, and his face was intoxicated. After tasting it, he exhaled.

"I traveled on vacation, first from home to the Odin Empire in the north, and then from the Odin Empire to visit my senior sister, Princess Beirut."

"It's a long way off."

"Teacher, why did you suddenly say goodbye?"

"Ah, me." He beckoned to the waiter passing by, "Give me a piece, this, I want it." Good. Thank you. ”

Immediately there was a huge foie gras on his plate.

"I forgot." He simply shrugged his shoulders. Then he started eating his foie gras. Once it's cut, stick it in with a fork, dip it in the sauce and put it in your mouth. Chew slowly.

Days was speechless for a moment. He would have missed his teacher from time to time. But after the meeting. But there was an urge to beat him up.

"Did the teacher forget to tell me and my father about leaving?"

"No, I forgot how I got out of that- ah, what's it called......"

"De Cassna?"

"Yes, yes. The city called DiCasna, I've forgotten how I got out. ”

Eh, it seems that the amnesia is very serious, do you want to find a doctor for him? Or a few strokes on his head? In the eyes of the people of the Zenael Empire, was Di Casna originally just a city?

"But I remember that I took in an apprentice named Dyce."

Miss Rita suddenly interjected: "Actually, we told you this name. ”

Desleng for a moment, a little confused.

"Isn't it? Mr. Zarif who calls himself Mr. Zarif. Miss Rita said again with a smirk.

The white-haired magician smiled slightly: "Lovely girl, like an unfinished moon, it's really beautiful." ”

"Do you think that saying these things will make me give up asking questions?" Miss Rita said lightly.

The magician shrugged his shoulders: "It's not good to bully a forgetful old man. ”

"Is it okay to control a kind and simple boy?"

"Oh!" As if he suddenly understood, Mr. Zarif glanced at Dyce, "You mean this?" ”

Miss Rita sneered, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Princess Beirut:

"Well, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Miss Rita had a stunned look on her face, sighed slightly, and didn't continue. But in her heart, she said "stupid".

Mr. Zarif, if that being the case, is it not possible to fully believe him? This place, in addition to the description of "kind and simple", is a boy, and there is the young man in white who doesn't say a word, Xia Ya.

Miss Rita's attention has been mostly on the boy lately, and Days knows it. So instead of focusing on himself for the first time and the second time, Days went to observe the young man in white sitting under Mr. Zarif.

I saw that he was quietly eating with his head down. It's not strange to eat, but it's a little strange that you haven't said a word since we met.

When Days retracted his gaze, he noticed that Magician Zarif was looking at him, and his smile looked a little fake. However, Days didn't know what he meant, he just felt that his teacher had become a little incomprehensible to him during this time. No, how can a child who doesn't understand anything read through an adult?

Mr. Zarif finished the last part of the foie gras, put down his knife and fork, and wiped his lips with a napkin at hand. He clasped his hands together as if he were about to applaud.

"Oh, I thought of one thing, and it was not easy for me, a poor old man, who was becoming more and more forgetful, to think of such a thing." He dug in his arms, then pulled out a delicate, small white porcelain bottle.

"It's good stuff," he picked up the bottle and shook it, "and it contains, well, yes, it keeps people young forever...... of the elixir. ”

"Teacher, you said these potions are gone."

Mr. Zarif pointed his finger at Dyce, "You don't understand, believe in miracles, since an alchemist can create the heart of a sage, then he can create an elixir of eternal youth." Although the dew of the sage that makes people immortal is gone, it is possible to keep the girl's face as it is now. ”

He asked the waiter for a glass of juice, then opened the lid of the bottle and poured the liquid into the purple grape juice. The liquid in the bottle was black, mixed with the grape juice, gradually diluted in the grape juice, and no change was noticed.

Zarif held up the cup: "I dedicate this cup of eternal youth medicine to the most beautiful and precious maiden of the Empire, Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut. ”

He raised his glass with his left hand, clasped his fist in his right hand, bowed slightly, and handed it over.

The princess of Beirut was still happy and took the cup.

"It's better to drink it before the potency wears off." Wizard Zarif reminded, with a bit of a urge.

"Yes, Mr. Zarif." Princess Beirut smiled slightly, and her voice was clear.

However, Miss Anna, who was on the side, suddenly opened her eyes wide, and suddenly shouted, "You can't drink it!" Sister Beirut! ”

"What's wrong, little Anna?" Beirut stopped in halfway up the cup.

Mr. Zarif urged impatiently: "This potion will begin to lose its effect as soon as it arrives outside, so please drink it quickly, Your Royal Highness the Princess." ”

When the princess of Beirut heard this, she began to raise her glass again: "Although this is grape juice, the taste is already mellow and intoxicating." ”

"Can't drink it, sister Beirut, in this cup, in this cup!" Miss Anna was speechless in a hurry.

Seeing that the cute girl she cared about was so anxious, the princess of Beirut was no longer in a hurry to drink that cup. She was about to put the cup down, but Mr. Zarif suddenly changed his face.

"If you want to drink, you can drink it, so rubbing!" He reached out and tried to grasp the beautiful hand of the princess of Beirut, but halfway through his hand, he was suddenly dazzled and could not be seen clearly.

When the situation became clear, Mr. Zarif was found to be clasping Mr. Shia's neck with his hand, and in front of him was Angelia, a girl in black, staring at him.

"Cut." He glared at Anna viciously, "I'm not lying, drinking that cup will indeed keep the girl's appearance at this level, but, hehe." ”

He took out a scroll, tore it open with his mouth, and disappeared from there. (To be continued.) )