Louise stood in Harvey's bedroom and watched Harvey leave the castle in a carriage with a complicated expression.

Eve, who was passing by the corridor, saw this scene and walked to Louise's side, followed her gaze to the forest where the family was stationed, and asked curiously: "What a surprise, I thought the ending was irreparable, I arranged for you to be an ordinary aristocratic lady, how did you convince Mr. Adrian?" ”

"Thank you very much." A black line appeared on Louise's forehead.

Eve took Louise's right hand and asked with a grin, "Tell me, Louise." ”

Louise slurred: "Little children don't need to know. ”

Eve pretended to be mature with her hands on her waist: "Child? I'm your aunt! It always feels suspicious, especially since the two of you have changed your attitude too quickly, and although you didn't say goodbye to Mr. Adrian, both of you have something to see you in. ”

Poked in the sore spot, Louise's delicate cheeks flushed, "It's nothing." ”

"Since you don't want to say it, forget it."

Louise's eyes flashed with nostalgia, "It's not something to be seen with, Eve, remember how we met?" ”

Eve grinned, "I remember when I saw you crying secretly in the corner of the room, and I was thinking about how someone who is so much older than me likes to cry." ”

"There's such a thing." Louise's smile stiffened.

"I remember it very well."

Louise coughed to hide her embarrassment, and hurriedly changed the subject, "That's pretty much it. ”

“？” A question mark appeared on Eve's forehead.

"He is very similar to you, although he is very tough, in fact it is not, if you need to compare it, it is like a mirror, what is standing in front of the mirror, what is in the mirror."

"Really?" Eve glanced at Louise, and didn't dare to tell her that Eve looked down on the former princess of the family like everyone else, until that day when she found out that she was crying secretly in the corner and approached her with a playful attitude, and then Eve didn't even say anything, Louise stuck to herself like kraft candy, although Louise was arrogant and strong on the surface, peeling off the inner shell, Louise was essentially just an awkward and strong little girl who was afraid of loneliness.

Eve was a little curious about how Harvey shattered Louise's arrogant disguise, and it was the first time she had seen so many complicated emotions for other people in Louise's gaze.

"It hasn't changed." Eve sighed softly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

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Clark Academy, one of the most well-known schools of the democratic faction of the Magical Society, has a teaching model similar to that of the University of Earth, with different spell categories and subjects, and students can choose the magic subjects they are interested in.

There are eight major options for the main department of spells, such as protection, spells, prophecy, spirit, plasticity, illusion, necromancy, and change, and students need to choose three of them as the main project, and the minor subjects are potions, linguistics, law, construction, enchantment, etc., students must choose two or more subjects to study, although linguistics is divided into sub-departments, the actual astral and simple astrological scripts are the knowledge that every spellcaster must master.

Although it is under the slogan of the democratic faction, in fact, many of the teachers in this academy are from the aristocratic faction, because there are very few spellcasters of the civilian faction in the high-end spellcaster field, and most of them are busy with research and have no time to toss teaching.

White Dragon Simpson is a nominal professor at Clark College, who is good at all kinds of spells, but is not good at teaching students, rarely gives lectures, and only "charescent" humans a little bit of poor wisdom when they are in a good mood.

"Bang~!"

With a loud bang, the door frame of Clark Academy's laboratory was shattered by a violent impact, and the tall white dragon Simpson walked into the laboratory with a gloomy face. The blue goblin and the students in the laboratory are used to loud noises, anyway, after it leaves, it only needs to perform the [Building Repair Technique] to recover, but the door frame will be smashed every time.

A student approached him and asked, "Professor Simpson, what's the matter with the haste to gather us, and I still need to improve the operation of the game crystal." ”

"yes, I'm almost ready to beat the harder version of Mario."

"Huh~ You just analyzed the game content and cheated to get there."

"Anyway, have you shared this month's contributions? There should be a lot of them, right? Then I can go and rent a good single dormitory! ”

The White Dragon Simpson's dark golden dragon pupils looked around at the students in the laboratory and said in a deep voice, "Shut up, I have something important to announce." ”

The students' faces froze, and it was the first time they had seen the white dragon Simpson with such a solemn face.

"Five, come here."

The working blue goblin heard the command and reluctantly moved his body.

"You repeat where these games came from."

The blue elf known as No. 5 obediently recounted: "These games belong to gem fairies, and generally goblins must register and queue up in the gem castle if they want to get in touch with them." ”

"Go on."

"Actually, these games were made by a human spellcaster who had made a summoning contract with a gem elf, and the human spellcaster's name was Harvey Adrian."

The students were speechless at each other, and White Dragon Simp sighed with a heavy face: "That's the problem, I once used prophecy spells to find the name Harvey Adrian, and the result was no, so I don't think these games will be items left behind by an ancient spellcaster, and then a few days ago, I went to the Ludwig family and met a spellcaster named Harvey Adrian, who was born in a small country on the Western Continent and only recently appeared in the Magic Association." ”

The students have been in a commotion: "He's a game maker? ”

"Isn't it impossible to find the relevant records with prophecy spells?"

White Dragon Simpson nodded: "It's true that you can't detect any information with prophecy spells, but I ignore the second situation, that is, I consciously block the detection of prophecy spells." ”

Shielding the perception of prophecy spells? The students present looked at each other dumbfounded, according to their understanding of prophecy spells, generally only higher-level spellcasters casting linguistic spells can completely block the detection of low-level prophecy spells, but what kind of dragon is the white dragon Simpson? It is no exaggeration to say that it is currently the strongest spellcaster in Clark Academy, and there is no one who can't even detect it when it casts prophecy spells...

"Sovereign!?" The students in the room gasped.

White Dragon Simpson shook his head slowly: "No, his rank is not high, and in terms of spiritual strength, it should only be the level of a median spellcaster." ”

"What, a spellcaster of this strength is a big handful of the students of our academy."

"Yes."

"Shut up and continue to listen to the professor, don't you all look at the professor's face?" One student scolded, and the other students looked at the dragon face of the white dragon Simpson and nodded silently, they really didn't look at the white dragon Simpson's face.

White Dragon Simpson smiled bitterly, "I'd rather he be a monarch-level spellcaster. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The more you talk about it, the more we don't understand what a mid-rank spellcaster has to fear."

Recalling the memory of just meeting Harvey, the white dragon Simpson's narrow dragon pupils contracted: "That's not something you can touch now, even the dean of your academy will say the same thing when he stands here now, all in all, that person is much more difficult to deal with than the so-called monarch, it's not him personally, it's the unknown existence standing behind him." With that said for now, get ready, we'll welcome this special guest later, and if necessary, I'll disband this workshop and recycle all the game crystals. ”

Speaking of which, the students also knew that the White Dragon Simpson was not joking, this improvised magic workshop was for those games, and if all of them were recycled, even the White Dragon Simpson would probably have to hemorrhage.