Agilyl's Diary:

Stella Thomas - the vicious woman. I mean, Ms. Stella, she slapped my palm the day before yesterday.

Actually, I just put the cutlery in the wrong place on the plate after dinner - I don't think it's a big deal.

Mom has been absent-minded lately, sighing and sighing while sitting in her room every day while making clothes. I think my mom must be missing my dad. Although Mom sometimes hates Dad so much, she is still sad when Dad is not around.

Dad didn't hear from him either—it had been nearly half a month since he set off on a secret mission. I don't know why, Mom is more worried about Dad's outing than usual.

My father once went out for half a year, and my mother just missed it. However, this time, my mother seemed to have a bad premonition, and her deep sorrow was buried in her heart and written on her face.

However, I think my mother seems to be overly worried. Dad just went out and did his job – just as usual. Dad will come back safely, and I discussed with Lena yesterday what gifts Dad will bring back.

Alas, but please, who cares about Josh's mischievous little imp! Daddy's absence, Josh is almost in the sky - Mom hasn't been in the mood for anything lately.

Speaking of damn Josh, he used his magic to cut the bow tie of my favorite dress yesterday. I'm going to have to teach him a good lesson—if I know how to do magic. However, the truth is, there is nothing I can do about this guy's lawlessness: Dad is absent, Mom is absent; Big Brother Anthony doesn't have time, Big Brother Givir doesn't have conditions; Sunderland and Elena are in cahoots with Josh, and General Corner and Advisor Jorgen are none of their business; Anastasia, oh, I have nothing to say to this woman; I seem to be the only one I can count on my sister.

Sky! I should count on my sister to teach my brother a lesson. Forget it, it's not a shame, it's not a shame. Lena, when did you learn magic faster than Josh, and you have to help your sister when the time comes. Hopefully, Lena's magic skills will surpass that little villain of Josh soon.

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There was a knock on the door. "Sir, your servant has a situation to report." Usain Bolt looked a little tired today.

"Come in." Old Griffinhardt's lazy voice rang out.

"Sir, there are many people who want to see you." Bolt said dryly.

Old Griffinhardt was still eating grapes, of course, but this time he wasn't a good man. Older Griffinhardt has been noticeably more irritable lately than he used to have skinned cleanly, as evidenced by the reduced skins and almost non-existent seeds.

Bolt stood aside playfully, quietly waiting for his master to finish eating the grapes. After a while, Griffinhart took care of his mustache and fingers under the watchful eye of a manservant, and then looked at Bolt.

Bolt pursed his lips and lowered his hands in response to the old Griffinheart's sces.

"Usain Bolt, are there 'many' people who want to see me? At this time, now? The owner of the Eagle's Nest dragged his chin with his left hand and tapped his right index finger regularly on the table.

"Yes, sir, just after yesterday's dinner, just today, right now—they are waiting in the council chamber." Bolt was sure, but he was a little unsure - his master's scrutiny and very different state of mind made him feel like a fox being targeted by a griffon. The fear in his heart is essentially a certain temperament in the superior that deters the inferior.

"Let me guess, Funa must be there—she's always wanted to see me, and Babud must have come—with the lads. Stanford didn't come, did he? I remember that he was recently working on a solution to the management and resettlement of displaced people to deal with the territorial chaos and tax decline caused by famine and war. The old man assured his servant.

"Indeed, master, you are exactly what you say, but there are many people on the side." Bolt first confirmed his master's speculation, and then added to the incompleteness of his words.

"Oh? The people next to him are very interesting. Tell me, Usain Bolt, you have their names, right? Old Griffin Hart gave an intriguing expression.

Bolt felt that it was better for him to tell the truth, and although some of these people had a better 'relationship' with him, at such a moment, Bolt felt that this 'relationship' would bring him great danger. Bolt knew that as he grew older, his master gradually became less trusting of anyone. Doubt is like a seed that sprouts in the declining body of its owner. Especially at this moment when the master's eldest grandson is not in the griffin collar. "I'd better be neutral and not show any inclinations." He thought. "The state of the master is dangerous, and if we do not have a big victory in the war to divert internal contradictions, then what awaits us must be a bloody purge."

"Your servant will always be loyal to you alone, master."

"I don't want to hear it now, Bolt, say what I want to hear—immediately, immediately!" Old Griffinhardt's fingers tapping on the table stopped in the air, and the air in the room seemed to freeze in its entirety.

Bolt swallowed hard and hurriedly said, "Piagi Nostra; Christopher Robin; Alamando Martin; Tom sawyer; Violetta Lilinette. ”

"That's all?"

"Yes, master, that's all."

"I have a mole in my castle, can you understand that?" The owner of the eagle's nest resumed the tapping of his index finger.

"It can be understood so, master, big traitor, this is my mistake, but I swear to you... Bolt tried to get rid of his relationship, but was interrupted by old Griffin Hart. "I know it's not you, Bolt, but as my advisor, I trust you and Funa. Don't show that expression, Bolt, you'll be glad you've gained more trust than Babde. ”

"I am deeply honored, master."

"Call Bappd and Funa and Violetta in, the others are gone, and we'll have a secret meeting, and you will join in. Also, find out who leaked the news in the castle, but don't be alarmed, and report back to me when you find it. ”

"Your will!"