"Do you need to be so excited, isn't it just going to school" Arthur asked at Lanriel suspiciously, as a scumbag, for her, she never seemed to be extremely happy because she was going to school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Of course, this is Roland Academy" Lanreel's eyes bloomed with unprecedented light: "As the best academy, I will definitely meet many like-minded people and learn things that I have never learned before, thinking of this, I am extremely looking forward to it, and I am extremely happy."

"Is it" Arthur somewhat understood why Lanreel was so excited, as a princess who had been staying in the palace, her curiosity about the outside world was unprecedented, especially for a legendary academy like Roland Academy.

"Are you going to go next February, or are you going to transfer this year?" asked Arthur.

"Go next year" Lanriel said with a smile: "It's really embarrassing to transfer classes, it's better to wait for next year"

"Then what department do you want to choose" Arthur thought in his heart that Lanreal would choose either literature or magic, after all, she didn't look like she liked melee combat.

"Although I really want to choose the Department of Magic, but the conditions do not allow it" Speaking of the question of choosing the Department, Lan Ruier's expression was a little regretful: "I have an extremely low talent in both magic and melee talents, so low that no matter how diligent I am, I can only reach the second-order level in this life, and I can only choose the Department of Literature." “

"That's a shame," Arthur said softly.

"Arthur, how about coming with me to Roland College," Lanriel suddenly suggested.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in going to school," Arthur refused, she was already a student at Roland College, and it was too stupid to sign up to be a freshman again.

"You don't think about it anymore, this is Roland Academy," Lanrell said without giving up.

"No," Arthur laughed, "I used to go to school, but I couldn't stay in school for a few months, and I prefer to see for myself rather than let my mentor teach me knowledge."

"Arthur, your way of learning is really independent and free enough," Lanriel laughed.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders and smiled without saying a word.

After a while, Lanreel separated from Arthur.

"Employer, in the garden on your way to the study, someone tried to kill you, but I killed you," Frans said after Lanriel left.

"Kill Me" When Arthur heard this, she was a little surprised, although she had prepared for the assassination or something, after all, the tree was big and popular, and the assassination was definitely there, but she didn't expect the assassination to be so fast, you must know that she was canonized for only one day, and being assassinated at this time means that someone is rebelling against Chris's canonization of her, to resist Chris, to provoke Chris's authority, if this news is known by Chris, then whether she is dead or not, Chris will definitely be mad, as long as the forces that are not in harmony with Chris will not have a good life, and even Chris will use this excuse to destroy a few forces that are very unpleasant, so this kind of stupid thing stands to reason that no force will do it。

"Who is going to kill me?" asked Arthur, believing in the abilities of Ephrens and she already knew who was going to kill her.

"It's the great prince of this empire, Clovax" Frans said the mastermind behind the scenes: "This great prince is hungry for the throne to the point of madness, seeing that you are so favored by Chris, I think you are very threatening, so I can't wait to kill you."

"The eldest prince, won't it" Arthur was a little incredulous In her guess, the prince and the princess were the most unlikely, after all, as a prince, although the status is noble, the power is huge, and the background is tough, but the power of those princesses and princes will also be closely monitored by Chris, so as not to usurp the throne with the help of this identity.

No matter which world it is, as long as the princes and princesses of a dynasty and the emperor are in their prime, then the emperor is most afraid of those princes and princesses, after all, men and women in their prime have unlimited desire for power after tasting power, and in such a situation, it is easy to seek power and usurp.

This is also why Lanriel is sure that those princesses and princes will not do it to themselves, but this experience also shows that Lanriel is wrong.

"Chris already knows about it, but I don't think she'll pursue it," Frans said again.

"Why" Arthur frowned, in her impression Chris was very tough, and for her, such inaction was incredible.

"The backstage of this great prince is very tough, the general of the protector of the country who has a million-strong army on the border of the Quex Empire is the uncle of this great prince, and there is also a sanctuary who is the great-grandfather of this great prince, he is very fond of this great prince" Frans said the backstage of the great prince one by one: "I think, unless you are killed by the employer, Chris will not react much"

"No wonder" Arthur nodded slightly: "Will he assassinate me again?"

"No" Frans shook his head: "Failed once, even if he is hard in the background, it is impossible to assassinate again, otherwise, the emperor's authority will be over, this time the eldest prince is also jealous and delusional to make the decision to assassinate after thinking of an extreme, if he usually works hard in the background, he will not do this"

"Well, Frans, is there any proof that the Grand Prince is going to kill me?" asked Arthur softly.

"No, but you can still get some fake," Frans said, as he seemed to guess Arthur's thoughts.

"That's how to do it" Arthur narrowed his eyes and smiled a little wildly: "After the forgery is out, we will go to the palace of the great prince to smash the field"

"Smash the field, yes, I like it" Hearing this, Libo Lisa was the most active, she smiled: "Arthur, I'll be a thug this time"

"Okay, we're going to give them a good beating this time," Arthur licked his lips.

Frans spread his hand upward, and a piece of paper appeared, and Arthur saw that it was a man with an unknown name who had been instructed by the Grand Prince to assassinate Arthur.

"What kind of evidence is this," Arthur looked at Frans, the evidence on paper that others could say was framed.

"This is a kind of paper that identifies lies, called real paper, and it can only write what the writer thinks is true, so this can be proven" Frans said with a smile: "Although this kind of paper is rare, there are still many people who know it in this palace, such as the great prince."

"That's good" Arthur took the paper, this time she went to smash the field, she knew that with this big prince, there must be a way to rely on the evidence, but Arthur wanted evidence and didn't want the big prince to admit that he instructed someone to assassinate him, she just wanted to teach the big prince a lesson, and by the way, set up a prestige, let those who want to assassinate him know that she also has the means, you come to assassinate, you also have to pay the price, by the way, it can also attract attention, and make some preparations for recruiting talents in the future.

If it weren't for this, Arthur would have directly asked Frans to teach the eldest prince a lesson.

With forged evidence, Arthur and his party came to the residence of the Grand Prince, the Grand Prince's palace is different from Arthur, there is more than one palace, he has three palaces, and the three palaces are lined up in a straight line.

Patting Liborisa on the shoulder, Arthur smiled, "It's your turn, Miss Thug, go kick the door"

"Look at me, Arthur" Libo Lisa smiled, and smiled brightly, but this smile did not match the next action.

In the early morning, the sun slowly rises in the east, shining its rays on the earth, and the rooster's crowing is heard as soon as the sun rises, and the sound is heard throughout half of the village of Lola.

Leslin, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard the familiar rooster crow.

"So can't you crow later, big brother rooster, let me sleep a little longer" Sitting up from his amazing hard plank bed, Leslin complained in his heart about the rooster that the sun had just risen every day.

Looking out the window, Leslin was stunned for a moment before exclaiming, "It's another day."

Lifting the comfortable bedding and enduring a chill, Leslin quickly got dressed.

After a brief freshening up, Reslyn looked at herself in the mirror that she had bought with a month's salary.

The appearance of the young man in the mirror is neither handsome nor ugly, he belongs to the very ordinary kind, the kind of appearance that belongs to passer-by.

"That's it, it's really" Looking at himself in the mirror, Leslin has a sad feeling every time, after all, he was still a handsome guy before he crossed over, why did he become so ordinary after crossing, the same as passerby A.

Reslyn is a traverser, a very bitter traverser, a traverser who crashes into a tree and crosses.

He doesn't know why he will cross when he hits a tree, others are stoned to death when they cross, and after committing suicide, he just hit a tree, and he didn't even have a slight injury, but he crossed, so it depends on character to cross.

From the table next to him, he took a piece of brown bread that he bought yesterday, this is Reslin's breakfast, looking at his breakfast, the black bread does not look like the hardness of bread at all, and Reslyn wants to throw it away.

If it weren't for the lack of money, Reslyn would never eat this kind of black bread, which is also called bread, don't joke, to say that it is bread is simply an insult to the word bread, this kind of bread that is hard enough to be used as an iron rod as long as anyone with a little money will not eat it.

"Nima, I'm a time-traveler anyway, why do I mix so badly" As a time-traveler, according to the plot in the novel, it's not good to travel to the other world, and I haven't crossed over for three years and eat black bread again, why do I still eat black bread after three years.

Poured a glass of water, dipped the black bread in some water, Reslyn took a bite, the black bread thing can't bite at all without a little water, Reslin still remembers the first time he ate black bread after crossing, he didn't know how to eat, he bit directly, Reslin still remembered the feeling after biting at that time, toothache, tooth pain, as if he had extracted a tooth without anesthetic.

With a kind of disgust, Reslyn finished eating the black bread and looked at the remaining three black breads, this is Leslin's lunch and dinner today, it looks a little shabby, but there is no way, there is no money.

Walking out of his one-bedroom home, Arthur locked his door, although it was completely unnecessary, after all, his family was poor, and the money was all on him, and the black bread that could be used as an iron rod in the house was gone, and there was nothing to do before, and Reslyn estimated that if the thief entered, he would be dumbfounded.

Despite this, it was already a habit that he had developed in his previous life to lock the door when he went out, so Reslin still locked the door.

Now Leslin is going to make money, Leslin's job is the only carpenter's shop in the village as an apprentice, speaking of this apprenticeship, Leslin is a little frustrated, Nima, he has been in this town for two and a half years, and he has been an apprentice for two and a half years, it stands to reason that he should be able to become a teacher in two and a half years, but maybe because his hands are not very skillful, so until now, he has not been a teacher, he is still an apprentice, and his craftsmanship is a little better than the original, from not even being able to make wood into a rectangle to now being able to make wood into a triangle。

His own carpenter talent is very poor, which is something that Leslin himself and his master carpenter, the owner of the carpenter shop, Old Yuri, have confirmed.

However, Reslyn did not give up this job, after all, this is a job with a high salary and easy work in the whole village, and it is difficult to find a job that meets your requirements if you give up this job, at least not in this village.

The morning air was damp and there was a faint smell of flowers in the air, and smelling the scent of flowers in the air, Leslin felt full of strength to work all day, and although this feeling would be lost over time, at least it felt good now.

Walking to the carpenter's shop, old Yuri had already started to work.

"Good morning, boss," Reslin greeted

"Well, here, let's get to work" Old Yuri glanced at Leslin, who was coming, and nodded, looking a little cold.

For old Yuri's coldness, Leslin is accustomed to it, he has worked here for two and a half years, and Old Yuri's practice is so cold, but although Old Yuri is very cold, but he is a kind guy, several times, when Leslin can't eat, Old Yuri will let Leslin come to his house for dinner.

Walking into the carpenter's shop, Leslin took out the tools that the carpenter needed, looked at the trees that had been cut down from outside the village on the side of the carpenter's shop, and began his day's work.

Reslin's job is very simple, which is to process a tree into a square piece of wood, but it is simple, not too much, and there are at least a few hundred pieces of wood processed in a day.

Holding the tool, Leslin didn't know how much wood had been processed, but just as he was about to work on the next one, his shoulder was touched.

As soon as I turned my head, it was old Yuri.

"It's noon," Old Yuri said lightly, and walked away.

It's noon, look up at the sun in the sky, the sun has moved to the center of the sky, and sure enough, it's noon.

It was also because it was noon, or because he was free, and Leslin's stomach screamed at the right time.

"It's time to eat" It should be a very happy thing to have lunch, but as long as she thinks that her lunch is brown bread, Leslin does not feel happy.

Went to the carpenter's shop to wash his hands, and Leslin left the place.