Glo was a little distracted, or rather flustered. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Referring to the recent events and the change in Miss Lena's attitude, he couldn't help but make up such a scene in his mind.

The girl's red eyes were full of tears: "Why are you lying to me? ”

"I have a last resort, you listen to my explanation......"

"I don't listen, I don't listen to ......"

He staggered, and Miss Lena Barros stood still—if something emotionally unavoidable, Glo decided to take it lightly. Although this is a pain, it is better than two people getting into a long entanglement.

The faint body fragrance belonging to the girl echoed in her nose, and Glo pretended to be calm: "Miss Lena, is there something wrong?" ”

The girl did not answer immediately, she looked up, and Glo saw her own shadow in the dark red eyes—unlike the script he had just envisioned in his mind, Miss Lena Barros's eyes were clear and peaceful, and there were no imaginary tears, no wet mist, and these beautiful, vibrant eyes only seemed to look suspiciously.

Glo was momentarily confused.

"Are you going out?"

Miss Lena asked as she withdrew her gaze and turned to the young man in front of her.

Glo nodded.

"But you're not fully recovered from your injuries."

There was a hint of concern in the girl's tone - Glo could hear it, and there was a sincere emotion in it. He came to the position less than half a meter in front of the girl, trying to hug the girl affectionately like that cool autumn night.

Miss Kolena dodged away, her voice turning cold, "Sir, watch your manners. ”

"Lena."

"What the injured need is a quiet recuperation, not running around like you are now."

Lena said again, her expression unusually serious.

"So, can you find me some books? It's so boring to stay in this place. ”

Glo couldn't tell the truth. In fact, because of the [system], the injury on his back had already healed this morning. However, the concern of the girl in front of him was real, and he couldn't find a reason to shirk it.

Accompanied by Miss Lena, he returned to the room where he was recuperating. When he sat down on a wooden chair, he noticed that she was carrying a small bamboo basket on her left arm. The basket was placed on the wooden table, and she took out the food—just like the last two sick meals.

Light rice porridge with a sticky surface dotted with a few goose-yellow berries that can't be named, and two fist-sized apples set aside. Glo looked at the things and said he had a toothache, he had always been a carnivore, and he almost felt unbearable like the recipe for the past two days. Fortunately, the food was still a little warm, and the smelly belly finally protested unhappily at this point - thinking back to the meal in the morning, liquid food and a little vegetable were too easy to digest.

The body is always honest.

Seeing Miss Lena covering her mouth and snickering, Glo stopped shouting "Don't, don't" hypocritically, picked up the spoon, and quietly drank the rice porridge.

In the middle of the estate, a secluded tree-lined path leads from the two-story building where Macuro lives to the main complex of buildings that cling to the exterior. These tall, towering buildings, mostly made of stone and enchanted wood, have aged and the outer walls are a large patch of mottled gray, with some dark green traces - wild vines under the eaves, their long brown stems hanging straight down into the dirt near the corners.

The butler Ferron had offered to the servants to clean up the things, but was stopped by the master of the manor—Marcuro loved the greenery, which, according to him, gave him a taste of life in the world.

Marcuro's personal maid arrived when she searched the manor's weapons warehouse for the bayonet to no avail. This is the relatively outer one of the buildings, and at the back of this building is a majestic hall, and if Glo were standing here, he would surely recognize that this was the place where the reception was held some time ago.

The valet stood in front of a desk full of papers, and in the place behind the desk were two other people, one was the steward of the manor, Pheren, and a young man she was not familiar with. But she vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the personal bodyguard of the red-haired lady of the Barros family, name? By the way, his name is Brown, and he is a young man in his early twenties.

"You're looking for some books?"

Butler Ferren asked the young man named Brown, and he lifted the metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to ask, "Is this what Miss Lena meant?" ”

Brown nodded.

"What does she need?"

"The young lady didn't say."

Brown's attitude was respectful, but his answer made Steward Faeron frown, and he muttered, "There is no arcane collection in the manor. Maybe she was looking for a few biography of knights to pass the time? ”

Steward Pheren quickly analyzed Miss Lena's needs, and at his direction, Brown went with a servant to the manor's library.

Marcoolo's personal maid finally waited for the opportunity, and she immediately relayed the young master's instructions to the steward of Faerun. But as soon as this content was spoken, Old Fallon's brows furrowed again, "Stabbing the sword? Neither the young master nor the guards were in the habit of using this weapon...... Wait, you can look for Miss Kia. These days she has been practicing the swordsmanship of the stabbing sword. ”

"However, I didn't see Miss Kia all the way."

The maid said. Everyone in the manor knows very well that the young lady who is active by nature has always been elusive, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find her whereabouts in a short time. Butler Ferron couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard the maid's faint complaints, and he called another servant and handed him a bag of sol to go to the weapons shop in Afron to buy some.

The young master is actually interested in toys like stabbing swords?

After the butler of Feren had finished his explanation, the maid turned and left. He flipped through Clover Manor's previous month's records of the entry and exit of supplies, and began to scrutinize it. It's just that when he thought of what the maid said just now, he also felt a little surprised in his heart. However, he didn't think too much about it, a qualified aristocratic butler would never pay attention to something that shouldn't be paid attention to.

……

Glo's request was fulfilled after half an hour. He was enjoying rice porridge when Miss Lena hurried out of the room. When she returned again, she had an extra pile of parchment rolls in her arms.

Then the girl laid it down heavily on the wooden table, and the apple, which had only been bitten twice, tumbled all the way from the table and fell to the floor until it hit the foot of the bed and the wall, and then slowly stopped.