It's weird, like the feeling of being submerged underwater.

Griffith was in a trance, but everything in front of him was so clear.

"Ah, it hurts!" the slim girl looked up at her, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Do you know how strong you are?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Christa, I'm sorry. Griffith smiled apologetically, "Let's do it again." ”

"One last time, if you hurt me again, you can play by yourself!" Christa snorted, "Follow my rhythm, come,

"One-two-three-four,

"One-two-three-four,

"This time is good,

"One more time, didn't step on me, a little progress!"

Griffith is finally able to keep up with the trainee nun's dance steps!

The two wore iron armor and danced around the campfire. The cuirass and shins clattered with the dance steps, and even the accompanying music was waived by the crackling campfire.

"That's right, it's weird!" Christa took two steps back, clasped her hands in front of her breastplate and looked up and down, "We'll take off our armor once, and the drill should be close to actual combat." ”

"No need. ”

"Yes, we don't wear armor at the ball!" said the trainee very firmly, "Then why we danced in iron armor in the first place is very strange, this is a big camp, if the orcs can touch here and attack, the sentry will have screamed for I don't know how many times!"

Christa skillfully removed her breastplate, and her slender body wore only a thin and modest petticoat and shin. She wouldn't allow Griffith to object, and went around behind his back to help him take off his breastplate.

"If you want to learn it, be serious, don't you want to invite the captain to dance at the ball?" Christa's gentle movements left warm marks on Griffith's shoulders.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Griffith denied.

"Tsk, what's embarrassing to admit, who doesn't like a mature and beautiful big sister," Christa looked down at herself with a complicated expression, returned to Griffith's face, and put her head on his shoulders, "Hands on my waist, now there is no armor, don't touch it." ”

How slender, but powerful, this is the girl's waist......

Christa hummed the melody, and Griffith felt the graceful curves and elastic touch, a little regretting that the time of the piece was too short. He followed the steps and rhythms of the trainee nun and praised from the bottom of his heart:

"You are so versatile, you must have been blessed by the gods!"

"Hahaha," said the nun smirk, her blond hair sloppy over her shoulders lit by the bonfire, her blue eyes glinting, "Your Excellency says I've been blessed. ”

"Bishop?"

"Well, Bishop Raven, I grew up in Raven's church, and everyone likes me!" Chrysta pulled Griffith to spin, "I'll take you there when I get the chance!"

......

Fleeting memories dissipated like smoke.

Griffith looked left and right to determine his position. He rubbed his face, reminiscing about the memories he had just picked up.

I had completely forgotten about the experience...... I knew that I had practiced dancing with Christa, but as before, I had no clear memory, and I was dismembered and shattered.

Elusa's letter makes Griffith aware of the many questions that are not as unanswered as who is responsible for launching a charge against a veteran. In order to distract himself and find some clues, Griffith asked Sonia for a magical map that he could find alone at the back of College Road.

This time, the memories recovered pointed to Christa's memories once again. If he was right, he should be able to find clues in the church in Raven City.

......

"That's how it happened," Griffith said to Lana and Murat as he returned to the café on College Road, "and I'm going to investigate when I have the chance." ”

Before the start of the second semester, they came here again to purchase textbooks and teaching aids.

Lana gave him a deep look: "Your madness is getting worse, forget it, it's your business." People always have strange dreams, and a few times I have dreamed that I am fighting with you in a distant country, and we have a mercenary group or something. ”

"Do you dream of him?" Murat, who was eating, looked at them in horror and moved her chair outside.

Lana shook his head helplessly, "Speaking of the Wonder House, Fiona did some research during the winter vacation and found some suspicious points. ”

"How?"

"The Wonder House is very mysterious, but it is not without predecessors who have visited and studied. You know, the last thing Homonwarts has to do is inquisitive scholars. Mechanically, the memories of the Wonderful House experiencer are connected to the spirit world, and the information obtained from another source does not react to the malice of the intrusion of this world, and it is not an effective external psychic and emotional monitoring device," Rana said simply, "In other words, the malice we sense is not Geros, but from inside the Wonderful House, and perhaps from the spirit world we are communicating with." Maybe. ”

I see.

One of Griffith's ideas was supported.

In the course of a series of events, attacks and conspiracies fell on his head one after the other, seemingly very accidentally. Whether he is involved in the conspiracy to attack Galadia, or getting involved in a gangster attack to get the bone ring, everything happens like a script that has been carefully prepared for him.

He's like the protagonist of a story, like a magnet that attracts flying nails. Then, there must be one or several opportunities for him to have magnetism, who was originally just a pawn of the legion.

Now that clues have emerged, Griffith can try to confirm his guess step by step.

......

Depart for Holmonwood today to start a new semester. Before leaving, Griffith went to the Earl's office again.

"I regret it, please accept my condolences," said Count William de Lamour in a low voice, "may the Holy Limbs of the Lord caress Iloti's soul." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Griffith replied gloomily.

"If you need to take a vacation, you can ask Sonia and get paid as long as it doesn't last more than two weeks. ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency. ”

Count Lamor sat upright behind his desk, looking at the midshipman standing a few steps away, and sighed invisibly: "How are you going to clean up Milovan Neville Arcane Councillor?"

No, I don't have any plans to do that...... Griffith looked up in surprise.

"Very well, it seems that you have no plans for the time being," the Count said, shaking his quill, "Neopolis is no ordinary resort, and the power you used before launching your final charge will come looking for you again.

"I thought you wanted to be a logistics officer who kept to himself, entangled between a female commander and a beautiful colleague, saved up money to buy a house by the sea in the middle of nowhere, and died peacefully in his study. Don't look at me with this stupid face, I don't know what you young people will think.

"Now it seems that fate has already determined the gift to be given to you and the consideration to be due. ”

Griffith didn't know how to answer. There has been no detailed report of his charge against the twenty cultist extraordinaires, but the Count seems to have had quite a bit of information.

The Count did not ask a question, nor did he name anything, but continued:

"Councilor Neville is in close contact with certain powers in the southern continent, and of course, on an open level he is just an indisputable elder, a curious scholar, a protector and patron of explorers. However, at our level, there will be enough pawns to do everything.

"I don't want you to waste time on things that don't make sense, if you're thinking about something, at least wait until you have the status of a knight, the strength of Sequence 7 or above, and you don't need to report to me and ask for leave of absence before plotting. ”

"Yes, Lord Count. Griffith vaguely understood.

"Well, I hope you have a brain in your head, the knight of Roland famously said that the bishop can't run the templar if he runs," the count tapped on the table, smiling as if remembering something, "whatever the councilor has done or will do, his nest will always be there." ”

That's pretty straightforward. Actually, I have not made any attempts against the parliamentarians, and many things need to be investigated gradually. Griffith thumped his chest:

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

"Well, if you don't have anything to report, you can step down. The Count waved his hand.

Actually, I have something I want to report, forget it, let's trouble Sonia. Griffith bowed solemnly and withdrew to the door.

"Wait. ”

He hadn't taken two steps when the Count suddenly stopped him. The Count had a very heavy job, often forgetting and then every now and then suddenly remembering something. From Griffith's point of view, his hair was thinning out.

"I beg your instructions, Your Excellency, Count. ”

"Go to Ashford and get five units of potions," said the earl, "and deduct from your salary at parity." ”

“......”

The butler of the Earl's Court had already prepared these potions, smiled and handed them over in a small box:

"At the price of 500 silver francs per unit, it will be deducted from your salary for the next two years. ”

"Poof!"

Griffith almost choked on his own saliva.

"I think the Count meant to let you take it now. ”

"But what am I going to live on?"

"Don't think we don't know you have your own little coffer," the butler smiled, "and the extraordinary characteristics of a dozen cultists are not a small amount of money. Don't you want to use it to improve yourself, do you want to keep it as a dowry?"

Griffith sadly pulled out his purse: "I'll pay part of it now." ”

"Whatever you wish," Ashford nodded, "I'll give you some advice, Trainee Knight."

"Whether it's extraordinary abilities or magic, in addition to improving through one's own practical learning, you can use potential potions to quickly increase your rank, and you must pay attention to the resources required for each upgrade will increase significantly. The fourth order will bring qualitative change and considerable returns.

"So, please remember, like the troops, resources should not be scattered, but concentrated. ”