The quarrel between Horn Shelley and Tiffany Garcia did not distinguish between right and wrong, after all, this kind of thing itself is a mess.

Wide-eyed staring, staring at the end can not let others see the joke, Horn Shelley returned to the villa first after the eviction order, and Tiffany Garcia probably felt that there would be no result if he continued to quarrel like this, so he turned around with red eyes.

Before leaving, he found that Donald was still standing next to him, and glared viciously before leaving.

Donald touched his nose, looked at Susanna, who was still standing in the doorway, and spread his hands.

"How does it feel to watch a play next to you?"

Suzanne pulled the door open a little and leaned back, already seeing Donald standing next to him pretending to be looking around.

"It's okay, except for a little cold, that girl just now, if I heard it right, her last name is Garcia, right, this surname in Demingham is not much......"

There were some things that could not be said, just hint in place, and turned her head to look at Susanna, only to look back and wink, as if she didn't understand at all.

"Hey~ That's not interesting, you've lived in Dmingham longer than me, and you're an old friend of Horn Shelley, so you know more about some things than me, right?"

Rubbing his hands, he beckoned to Stephanie, who was coming out of it.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I really don't know, Horn has never mentioned this to us, and I've only been in his team for half a year, how long do you think it is, I didn't expect him to have a childhood sweetheart......

At this, Susanna's expression was a little lost, and she pursed her lips and walked to the second floor.

"What's wrong with her? Horn's friend came looking for him, and I felt Suzanne sad too. ”

Take off your coat and the temperature inside the villa will be several degrees warmer than outside.

Stephanie took it easily, put it in the crook of her arm, carefully dusted it off with some floating ash on it, and when she heard Donald's words, she said helplessly: "Do you really don't know or don't know?"

"Well, what should I know...... Oh~ Suzanne loves Horn, right?"

Donald has been pondering his talent and spells all day long, and has been busy practicing sealing recently, and he has very little communication with Boglo and Pence on weekdays, at most he chats with Stephanie, how can he have time to pay attention to other people, and after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized.

When he first came to the Rose Team, he noticed that Suzanne's attitude towards Horn was different from that towards others, but he didn't react for a while.

"Then do you know the relationship between Horn and the girl just now, just now she said that the Shelley family and the Garcia family are world friends, which means that the two families have a great relationship, if you have a very good relationship with the Garcia family, will you hide it?"

This is not an ordinary family, but the ruling family of Demingham, even if it is a little bit of kinship, going out can make people look high.

"Maybe something not so good happened? Didn't Horn just say that they don't have a relationship with each other anymore, and don't you notice, Horn never talked about his family. ”

Walking up the stairs, Stephanie looked to the side, saw no one else, and said in a low voice.

"Well, maybe there's something going on....."

There is not much avoidance of the topic between the two, if it is Suzanne next to him, Donald will definitely not say it in this direction, and when he walked to the second floor, Donald was about to go to the study, looked at his coat and said,

"Can you help me take my clothes and iron them, I have been wearing them for a few days, but they are not dirty, but they are a little wrinkled. ”

"Okay, I'll iron it now, and I'll bring it to you when I'm done. ”

Stephanie had ironed Donald's clothes a few times before, and she didn't find it strange, in fact, she had just taken the coat and held it in her hand.

"Thanks, I'll be waiting for you in the study, don't go too fast when you come over later. ”

Donald walked a few steps and turned around, smiling at Stephanie.

"Going too fast?"

Not understanding the meaning of Donald's words, Stephanie repeated a sentence in a bit of a daze, but Donald had already turned and entered the study.

He returned to his room with his clothes in his hand, spread them on the table, and brought an iron from the side, and the fireplace in the room was already lit.

In order to prevent the flames from reaching the house, a layer of refractory stone bricks was placed diagonally around the room, with the bright silver bottom facing the flames.

Although many strange things are available, electric irons did not appear in this era, and only such old-fashioned irons can be used.

While the iron was heating up, Stephanie moved a chair and sat by the fireplace, holding tweezers in her hand to remove the strands of hair from the neckline of her clothes, and then straightening the cuffs that had been turned up, listening to the beep of the flames, her slender and graceful legs folded, and her mouth humming an unknown song

Stephanie did these movements with great skill and care, even more so than when she ironed herself.

Halfway through the care, Stephanie noticed that the coat seemed to be heavier than usual, lifted it up, and sure enough, she felt something in the clothes, thinking that it should be something that Donald didn't take out, and reached for the pocket of the lining, and the parts touched by her fingertips had a metallic texture.

When ironing clothes, there was naturally nothing in it, so I took it out easily, a delicate scroll about 7 inches long, tied with a red rope on the outside.

"Scrolls?"

Donald was a very attentive person, Stephanie knew very well, his spell scrolls were either carried with him or stored in boxes in the room, and he never left them around, but this time he didn't take them, and he said some strange things before.

Picking up her clothes and laying them on the bed next to her, Stephanie stared at the scroll, hesitantly pulling open the red rope and slowly opening it.

"Talent: Emotional ....."

A few words came out of his mouth.

In the study of the villa, Donald was also spreading out the scroll, but in his hand was the sealing scroll he had obtained from Nancy.

"Silent Soul...... The name does have some meaning. ”

Compared to the previous Okowitz Spiritual Seal, the name was a little more stylish.

Turned up the brightness of the lamp on the table by one notch, opened his small notebook, and looked at it from the beginning, the level 4 sealing technique still consumes the soul, Donald wants to see how difficult it is.

What's more, he himself has some personal ideas about the casting of this spell, Nancy thinks that he needs to use the soul puppet to create another one of him to ensure the accuracy of the double spell, to put it bluntly, there need to be two beings with synchronized thoughts to seal together.

Anyone else may have to rely on a soul puppet, but Donald's demonic activation is not something to be seen, and the invisible slave can be mentally in tune after the demonic activation, as long as he gives a command.

Now all that needs to be confirmed is whether the invisible slave after the demon activation can complete the whole process of casting, and there must be no problems in the middle, which Donald does not dare to guarantee at present, so he didn't say it in front of Nancy before, but just said that he would go back and study it carefully.

Click~

He had just been about to copy some of the main points from the scroll when he wrote the first word when Donald heard hurried footsteps approaching outside.

Is this the discovery of the existence of the Talent Scroll?

Bang~

"Oops~"

A low cry.

It's a fall.

There was no knock on the door this time, and the door of the study was pushed open, and the cloaked Stephanie rushed in, holding the talent scroll in her hand.

"Donald, this ...... This is for me?"

Because she was so excited, Stephanie stuttered a little when she spoke.

"Otherwise, I don't have this talent, what do you think of it, is it to your liking?"

Putting down the pen and folding his hands on his chin, Donald's eyes were full of smiles.

"I, I...... Thank you!"

Stephanie had just read the introduction of the emotional talent in the scroll in the room, and naturally knew that this talent was a perfect match for her with the talent of charm.

Although she had some suspicions, now that she was confirmed from Donald's mouth that this was for herself, she was ecstatic for a moment and did not know what to say.

Just express it with action!

Trotting two steps forward, reaching out to lift Donald's chin and turn to his side, his beard, which had not been shaved for two days, was a little prickly, and he stared at this cheek for more than a second, and then lowered his head and "gnawed" it.

"Hmm~"

Donald was trying to give Stephanie a detailed explanation of the talent, but was surprised by her sudden movements.

The panic that had rarely occurred since leaving Piston finally appeared on his face.

subconsciously wanted to retreat, but a hand was already pressed on the back of his head, forcibly pushing him back into place.

The long blond hair hung down, covering the cheeks of the two overlapping together, and the emotional Stephanie ignored it, but the action was very bold, and it didn't take long to pry Donald's mouth open.

When he finally stopped, Donald's face flushed, and Stephanie was about the same, shyness was partly because they were both nervous and forgot to breathe......

The admiration when they first met, the help and rescue in Red Cliff Town, and the care and trust during this period of time, made her heart have long been occupied by the man in front of her.

"Donald, I like you. ”

Finally, he pecked Donald on the lips, lowered his head and whispered something in his ear, and without waiting for him to respond, ran out of the study with the scroll.

All that was left was Donald, who was still sitting on the bench and was a little dazed.

Touching his lips for a while, scratching the back of his head for a while, picking up the pen and wanting to write a few words, but his mind was full of cranky thoughts, and he couldn't concentrate, so he leaned helplessly on the back of the chair, and the pen rotated on his fingertips

"I'm ..... Is it a departure from the ranks of single aristocrats?"

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