Justin. Beverly's voice suddenly froze.

As if suddenly immersed in a cold and biting ice water, his brain, heart, and pulse were infinitely close to stopping, and a majestic and irresistible malice, like a demon appearing in the deepest nightmare of midnight, suddenly descended on him with endless forest and cold.

Time seemed to be slow, and it seemed like a dam collapsing, and it was only after an immeasurable amount of time had passed that he heard his heartbeat again—

Thump! Thump!

It roared like thunder, and it was so beautiful that it made him tremble, and the joy of life was felt more than this at any moment in his life, and the feeling of being draped over his body by the cold cloak of death almost made him shudder.

“…… Teacher...... Teacher?! ”

The familiar girl's voice came from far and near through a layer of mist.

Justin came back to his senses and found himself still standing in front of the study door.

He could clearly see that the long black skeleton seconds hand in the dial of an enamelled gold-clad clock on the right wall of Simon's mahogany desk was only five small squares more than when he opened the door.

The people in the study looked at him as if nothing had happened, and even kept the stunned and nervous look he had when he entered, staring at him as if they were on the verge of a great enemy.

He was the only one, soaking wet, and could even see drops of sweat running down his forehead over the tip of his pen and dripping from the air.

And under the clothes that he couldn't see, his body was soaked with sweat ten times as much as his face, as if the whole person was twisted in the opposite direction by a pair of invisible big hands, like a soaked towel, squeezing out countless water.

The carpet beneath his feet even oozed a wet mark slightly darker than the original color.

“…… Teacher! Teacher Justin? What's wrong with you! The senses gradually returned, and the female disciple was still asking suspiciously.

She, like most of the people in the room, didn't know what had happened to the male mage, and why she had suddenly sweated so much after the declaration of the break-in.

"No, it's fine!"

He heard his eager denial, and said hastily in a weak voice in his hoarseness, "I'm sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, I suddenly realized that I had made a mistake, and that what I had lent to Helena had been taken back, and I am sorry to disturb your conversation, so please allow me to leave immediately. ”

There was silence.

The female disciple turned her head in disbelief and looked at him in amazement.

To the mage's horror, the rest of the study was now all focused on him.

It is likely that the giver of the sudden and huge coercion just now is among them, and until now, the mage has not been able to discern it. Who is the other person?

That's the gap. It's as big as a moat. There is a gap that makes it impossible to raise up the heart of resistance.

Even in front of his own teacher, Justin had never felt such a huge and terrifying coercion:

If substantial,

Desperate!

The study was eerily quiet for a while, eventually. Old Simon, who had the most experience and knowledge, came back to his senses, as if the mage's impressive intrusion and three-hundred-and-sixty-degree transformation had not happened, and nodded calmly:

"Of course, you can do it yourself."

The male mage then withdrew from the position at the door, not even bothering to pull the female disciple out.

He couldn't wait to close the door, as if a scythe-wielding grim reaper swooped down from behind it.

In the study, the forgotten female disciple stood by the door in a daze.

No one paid any attention to her, and the detail-oriented nobles quickly noticed the inconspicuous dark patch of color on where the male mage had been standing.

Sitting elegantly and lazily, Lady Nancy opened the perfume folding fan in her hand and straightened her back imperceptibly. Old Simon lowered his eyes, his sitting posture resting on the back of his chair remained unchanged at all, and Mr. John, whose face was rigid, tightened the lines at the corners of his mouth, and continued casually:

"Then, please show the contract you hold......"

This testimony was as fast as it could. In an orderly and smooth manner, the whole process was completed.

After asking the witnesses on both sides for no objection, Mr. John announced the performance of the contract, and André finally got Thomson. Simon carefully handed over the black tulle.

Andrei took out the oil painting in the space and spread the black gauze on it on the spot to verify.

Lady Nancy and Mr. John, who should have witnessed it with their own eyes, suddenly found in each other a strong interest that they had never seen before, and gathered together, and whispered in a whisper, without even skimming the corners of the painting.

When Andre put away the oil painting and black veil, the two quickly and naturally distanced themselves again, restoring each other's graceful and rigid appearance.

"We are satisfied that the remuneration has been verified correctly!" Putting away the box of Kingsphine as a commission, André and his companions stood up, "I hope that next time there will be another opportunity to cooperate, and thank Lady Nancy and Mr. John for their justice, and take your leave." ”

Nodding to his own witnesses, Andrei led the way to the door.

The butler appeared next to the door at some point, and he cleverly separated the female mage apprentice who had been forgotten to the side, unscrewed the doorknob, and bowed silently.

From the beginning of the male mage's intrusion, Steward Brown and Head Barrow, who were completely distracted by the sudden turn and the uneventful ending, hurriedly stood up, hurriedly greeted the big men who remained in the study, and left in confusion as if they had captured something.

"What a man of good fortune that makes people jealous!"

The two puzzled backs disappeared from sight, and Lady Nancy closed her folding fan and lightly opened her red lips.

"Now that the witnesses have been completed, the Constitution has drawn up and entered the manuscript, Baron Simon, Baroness Nancy, and Lord Simon, if nothing else, allow me to take my leave."

Mr. John, with a stern face, stood up.

"Yes, it's time for me to take my leave, old Sir Simon, and I'll have afternoon tea at your house when I have time."

Glancing at the dejected figure by the door, Lady Nancy stood up knowingly.

When she walked to the door where the butler was bowing off, she paused slightly, floated past a glance, and then took the soft hat handed by the butler, pulled down the veil, and left gracefully and gracefully with the support of the maid.

The carved wooden door closed behind her.

After a brief silence, a low, shrill sobbing could be heard from out of nowhere in the well-soundproofed hallway.

……

Leaving the gate of Simon's mansion, Lin An and the others, who walked down the steps, saw Master Justin, who had left in a hurry before, carrying a rattan suitcase and putting it in a carriage.

Next to him, a manservant with Simon's family crest embroidered on his uniform carried things, and Edward stood beside Master Justin, struggling to keep guests.

"Enough, please don't humiliate me again!"

The pale-faced male mage couldn't bear Edward's unexplained chatter and turned back to whisper. The afterglow just swept to Andre and the others who walked down the stairs and looked this way.

The male mage trembled, wishing that the situation just now would be reversed, and the whole person froze in place as if he had been petrified.

The mischievous factor that André always had from time to time came back at this time, and he deliberately passed by the male mage as if he were blind.

As soon as the other party breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned around and said to Captain Barrow and Brown Steward:

"Okay, the two of you still have business on you, let's part ways here, and wait for the two of you to deal with the affairs in hand. Come and have a drink with us again! ”

Take out the box of gold coins. André handed the whole box to Steward Brown. With a clear smile,

"This is a testimony to the two of them, and thank them for their fairness and righteousness, if they get into any trouble afterwards. Even if we leave Gypsy City, we can leave us a message at the Mercenary Guild - of course, I'm sure no one will be so stupid, you say, Master Justin! ”

A flash of red welled up on the male mage's pale face, and his chest heaved a few times, "Yes." ”

"Then I'm relieved!" Andre smiled and turned his head to Edward. "Master Justin's words, Mr. Edward will testify for us!"

"Huh? Yes! Yes! I don't know what's going on, but Andrei feels as if this answer is the most current.

"May I leave?" The male mage next to him held back his anger and lowered his head to ask.

"Of course—no, may, yes!"

André lengthened the tone, and then cut it out. Enthusiastically grabbed the male mage, and said casually, "We have admired Master Morgan for a long time, and we have long heard that you have inherited the mantle of Master Morgan and are very knowledgeable, and the first time we met today, we met twice before and after - I have to say, this is really the arrangement of the goddess of fate, Master Justin might as well come with us to the collapsed inn, let us talk and communicate all night!" ”

"I don't—" I want to go!

Thinking of the terrifying coercion before, the male mage stopped the refusal that he wanted to blurt out in time, closed his mouth, barely showed a smile, and forced a smile, "I, no...... It's an honor! ”

The group rode horses, surrounded by Master Justin's carriage, and da-

"It's really—unfortunately......"

Baroness Nancy, who had watched the whole process from beginning to end, showed her figure, sighed, and said in a low voice: "The world is really getting more and more incomprehensible, do you say, Mr. John." ”

"I don't pay much attention to things I don't understand." Even the nasolabial folds are meticulously written in the stereotypical Mr. John's tract.

"You are saying, Mr. John, it seems that the sail of this ship, which has been brought into the center of the storm by the descendants of foolishness, has not yet reached the time when the mast has been broken by the storm—"

The baroness put the sandalwood folding fan to her lips, "It's not profitable, so let's talk about the elephant to the north, and the deal about the new grain line." ”

"I don't know much about the association's logistical dealings." Mr. John replied bluntly, "But it is said that the Joint Council is worried about next year's road construction quota." ”

"Has anyone ever said you're such a wonderful person?" The baroness chuckled and brushed her sideburns, "Then rest assured, the number of philanthropists who apply for donations to repair roads within two months will definitely increase at least three times compared to last year." ”

John curled his lips invisibly with a laugh, raised his hand, and grabbed Nancy's elbow, "Be careful to get in the car, Baroness." ”

"Thank you."

To be continued

ps：

Thank you for the pink tickets for Snow Dance Romantic Shoes and White Shoes! o(n_n)o~

Oh, during the double period, it's really cool to look at the soaring numbers, lying down on the ocean of pink tickets, rolling, good hapi~

Good night to all of you! ~(_)~