Legend has it that once upon a time, a king left a divided jade pendant and cast a vicious curse, and from then on, if two identical people appeared on the continent and met, misfortune would occur......

Uh, no, this is something that came out of the depths of memory? Calm down, think about it.

Chongyang shook his head, rubbed his temples, and calmed down in the beautiful sound of the piano.

First of all, the fact that Miss Helen and Her Royal Highness the Princess look very much like each other may be just a simple coincidence, and maybe there is something hidden but it is impossible to know now, so we can only put it aside.

Secondly, "Moonlight Sonata" is a piece that he brought from his previous life, and the score was only given to his only pen pal a few days ago, that one of them. Therefore...... Her Royal Highness the Princess is the pen pal herself!?

Looking at Her Royal Highness Rosyali on the stage, the complicated taste in Chongyang's heart was indescribable. Surprised, stunned, proud?

None of them are right!

Wrong...... Yes, although if it is Her Royal Highness the Princess, almost all the clues found so far can be corresponded, high status, extravagant style, noble temperament, piano attainments...... But what else doesn't feel quite reasonable......

If you study at Prisland College with a hidden identity, then characteristics such as "no friends" and "unobtrusive appearance" can also be explained.

......

It fits perfectly. There is no contradiction that cannot be explained! It is almost completely confirmed, the mystery is revealed, and you are the criminal!

Chongyang stared at the stage, engrossed in his own performance, and Her Royal Highness the princess with a pair of plain hands flying on the piano keys. There was no smile on his face, and there was no joy in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this, right? Having such a pen pal should be something to be proud of, right?

However, Chongyang really couldn't be happy. He sighed. Sure enough, knowing the mystery, will you lose the fun?

Just let it be. I didn't want to get anything, just an ethereal friend. Now that the identity of the other party is known, it can be regarded as a reciprocal pen pal relationship, which is enough.

Chongyang sorted out his mind, slowly calmed down, and began to enjoy the "Moonlight" song played by the princess.

......

Her Royal Highness's debut was a great success. Even if you remove that royal aura, purely as a newcomer to the piano, this is an extremely brilliant performance, which was unanimously recognized by the audience, and it was dedicated to several minutes of warm applause.

"It's called 'Moonlight Sonata,' and it wasn't written by my teacher or me, but it was given to me by a friend of my dear friend. ”

Princess Roseali said as she spoke after the performance.

"I liked it so much that I played it with the permission of my best friend. Here, too, pay tribute to the composer of the piece, a musical maestro named Ludwig @ Van @ Beethoven!"

A best friend?

A friend of a close friend?

From the small details of words that others will not pay attention to, Chongyang keenly captured a message.

If Her Royal Highness the Princess is "that she", then "friend" should only appear twice when introducing the origin of the song, but she says it three times.

Does that mean ...... "that she" is not Her Royal Highness, but a friend of Her Royal Highness?

It's possible...... But it is also possible that Her Royal Highness the Princess said this on purpose. "It's my friend's business, not mine's" is a common cover up that people use at some point.

As a prisoner's excuse, this excuse is very weak, and it is the type that can be spotted by detectives at once.

Chongyang is not a detective.

and can't confront it face to face...... Who knows if "that she" is a princess or not?

It's a clumsy excuse, but it retains the last bit of mystery.

......

At the end of the song, the audience left the venue like a low tide, got into their own carriages, and left one after another.

In the carriage, Chongyang and Helen were speechless.

"I didn't expect that I would look so much like Her Royal Highness the Princess. Helen muttered suddenly.

By the way, there's this thing.

"Maybe you are really lost sisters, behind you, there is a royal story with twists and turns. Chongyang smiled slightly and quipped, "Should I call you 'Her Royal Highness the Princess' from now on?"

Helen chuckled and reached out to hit Chongyang.

The intimate movements, made suddenly, seem very natural.

"Don't tease me, Mr. Chongyang is so annoying. Helen sneered, looking out the window, looking at the moving night scene, slightly confused.

"Princess...... How could a mere mortal like me, who had nothing to show for me, be a princess? she played the piano so well...... "Helen muttered, a little envy in her tone.

A person who looks exactly like himself, has a prominent status, extraordinary talent, and endless brilliance......

The mood must be very peculiar, and there will be envy, which is also a matter of course.

Chongyang's heart moved.

"Again, Miss Helen is not a princess...... If it's really a princess, then I'm going to be nerve-wracked. He sighed deliberately.

"Why?" Helen said, winking.

"Work, if Miss Helen is a princess, then it is impossible to be my assistant again, right?

The current Ninth Division, without Helen, is absolutely impossible.

Helen smiled.

"Yes, without me, Mr. Chongyang would never be able to do it. She puffed up her proud chest slightly and said.

Like a proud little girl.

Chongyang also smiled.

"As long as that's it. Helen is Helen, a princess is a princess, and even if you don't have the extraordinary talent of a princess, you have something irreplaceable for those around you. In your position, you are the most important and the only protagonist. ”

He was relieved.

When Helen heard this, her eyes widened slightly, and a wave of light flashed in her eyes, deeply reflecting Chongyang's face.

So, don't take it too seriously...... Chongyang originally wanted to say this, but Helen's fiery gaze made him unconsciously avoid his gaze, and he felt unable to look directly.

Did I say something wrong?

The cold wind was howling outside the car, but inside the car, it was like spring......

......

The use of the first level of the realm of the "Flame Demon Heart Sutra", Chongyang is now more proficient.

This was a progress that shocked the Yan Demon secretly, and he had to sigh that this sullen disciple was really suitable for cultivating this secret book, and in less than half a month, he had gone from beginner to proficient in use.

Chongyang himself didn't feel that he was talented, after all, if even the spiritual time in the meditation space was counted, then the cultivation could be said to have lasted for nearly half a year, and there was nothing to be proud of.

In the meditation room, Chongyang sits cross-legged, his body is straight, his muscles are relaxed, and his palms are naturally placed on his thighs, concentrating and calming his breath, and condensing the magic of "skin fire" in his body.

With the mysterious method of the secret codex, the emotions of anger, fanaticism, and murderous intent are fused into the magic. It makes the magic change qualitatively, from the normal state of red, to a deep and dark black.

Chongyang could feel that with the increase in the magic power of condensing "skin fire", the state of magic power became more and more unstable. He had to use a high degree of control to divide the magic power of the "skin fire" part by part, wrap it in isolation by ordinary magic power, and scatter it all over the magic pot to reduce the danger of instability.

"According to my current realm and cultivation, condensing half of the 'skin fire' magic power is the limit within the control limit. More than half of the cases are likely to cause damage to themselves. Chongyang understood in his heart.

The condensed magic power, small clumps and small clumps, operated in the magic pot according to the established rules. When Chongyang needs it, it can be accurately called at any time.

Chongyang finishes his meditation and opens his eyes.

"So, let's try it now, and summon elemental spirits with the magic of 'skin fire'!" he was a little excited, a little expectant.

......

A new day.

Chongyang went to work in the department as usual.

The work of the nominal director is really easy, and if there is something, he will stamp and sign it. It's also beneficial to meditate in your seat when you're fine, or to look at the scroll chart files and read research reports at various levels.

Chongyang has never given up his interest in constantly researching new magic and new scrolls, but his time is only occupied by more important cultivation. Now that he has a job in the scroll department, he is happy to pretend to be public and private, and in the name of reviewing research results, he reads the reports made by his subordinates with great painstaking efforts, and transforms them into his own knowledge reserves.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the Fire Demon Heart Sutra, he would even want to take a large number of scroll data files back to his residence to continue reading. You must know that for a fanatic like him, who has long been fascinated by scrolls, the scroll materials accumulated by the Scroll Section over the years are an extremely tempting treasure trove.

Occasionally, when he was fascinated, the gentle Helen, who was still free to take care of her own affairs, would thoughtfully offer a cup of hot coffee or aromatic black tea.

While immersing yourself in the ocean of scroll knowledge, while enjoying the drinks served by the beauties from time to time, it is really very comfortable and comfortable.

So when you go to work, it's a time when Chongyang is more enjoyable.

But today, the atmosphere is somewhat strange.

Passing by the corridor and feeling the gaze of his subordinates, Chongyang, who didn't care about it, vaguely felt something.

Much more nervous than usual.

The stiff relationship between the top and bottom is the most unpleasant point when going to work, but Chongyang has no mind and effort to improve. As long as the well water does not interfere with the river water, his subordinates will not trouble him, and he will not care what happens to his subordinates.

With doubts, Chongyang came to his office, only to find that a group of people were already standing in front of the door.

As soon as he appeared, people's eyes were cast on him, and their expressions were by no means kind.

"What's the matter?" Chongyang squinted slightly, his eyes a little cold.

The people suddenly moved out of the way, revealing a young man standing behind him, in front of the nearest door to the office of the Grand Secretary.

Short brown hair, black eyes, resolute eyes, lips a little nervously pursed.

"Director Huo Suo?" Chongyang recognized, "you...... What do you want to do with your staff in front of my office?"

The faint tone contains the majesty of the superior.

"I'm ......" Director Hawso seemed to swallow his saliva and wanted to speak, but he was so nervous that he stuttered a little.

"Don't be afraid of him, Lord Horso!" a member of the priest next to him cheered for his boss.

"That's it, what if there's someone up there, after all, he's just a fifth-level fire magician!" shouted someone in the crowd again.

"Huh?" Chongyang glanced at him, but found that the secretary who spoke was hidden behind the crowd and couldn't see their faces and figures.

With the instigation of the well-intentioned people, almost all of Horso's subordinates became angry, shouting loudly, cheering for their superiors and belittling Chongyang.

"You ...... What are you guys doing!?"

A familiar voice came, and Helen, dressed in a tight-fitting embroidered robe, approached from behind Chongyang and stood beside Chongyang.

"What do you want to do when you don't go to work at this time, and gather around in front of the chief priest?" Helen said coldly. The stern and sharp questioning and the angry aura fully reflected the authority of the first person who held the power of the department among the central directors under the chief director.

The noise of the crowd cooled down. In addition to the anger of the big priest who is afraid of holding real power, there are some other emotions.

"Miss Helen......" Director Hawso's eyes looked at Helen for a moment, his mouth gritted his teeth fiercely, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"I'm going to propose a duel to you!Chongyang @Bright!In the name of me Horso @Boone!" he suddenly roared, pointing one hand at the tip of Chongyang's nose with a slightly hideous expression.

"Fight it out with your own strength! If I win, you are not allowed to pester Miss Helen anymore and get out of her way!"