October 16, 1443 of the Second Age.

When the distant mountains are decorated with autumn leaves, wool cloaks and cashmere scarves are delivered to everyone. On the crowded corridor of Holmonwards, the girls who have changed into new clothes for autumn and winter have a little more flavor than the coolness of summer.

Griffith leaned against the tall pillar in the corner, his eyes swept over the figure, and asked in a low voice:

"Okay, no?"

"Okay, okay!"

The boys gathered around him breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to disperse, Galadia jumped down from the high armrest and grabbed the midshipman's sleeve with an expression of finally catching him.

"What are you doing? I smell something bad. ”

Coursework at Holmonworth is intense and heavy, and even changing classrooms between classes requires everyone to trot to catch up. When a group of people get together, they look suspicious.

"It's nothing!(It's your delusion!)"

The twin boys on the side yelled, then quickly shoved something into Griffith's hand, turned and ran away.

In addition to public classes for weeks, Griffith only happened to meet Galadia a few times as he walked through the corridor. On several occasions, the elf seemed to say something to him, but they left in a hurry before they could finish their polite words.

"You must be doing something bad!" the elf's ears pricked up, "Tell me!"

"Do you have any arrangements for the Frost Festival?" Griffith, who had received something from the twins, patted his coat pocket and tried to keep the corners of his mouth down.

"Do you want to invite me to eat and drink spicy food!?" Garadia's thin eyebrows raised, "No, I can't wait that long, I'll go today." I'm suffocating. ”

NICE!

Griffith reached into his pocket and fumbled it.

From time to time, Holmonworth would ask for school supplies and textbooks, especially textbooks that were frighteningly expensive, and even second-hand books would cost several silver dollars. There are also several restaurants and cafes outside of the public cafeteria in Holmonwaltz, which the girls love and where they have to spend extra.

Counting the purchase of experimental drugs and auxiliary materials......

In this case, as in the Legion, Griffith felt that his money was spent like running water, and his monthly allowance could not be retained at all. With no additional rewards for the mission, Griffith's salary was only 26 silver francs and 12 centimes. The other Shultolar were as poor as he was.

But, hehe, I have another way.

Counting the money that the twins had just stuffed into his hands, Griffith also had an extra 200 silver francs in his savings, all of which were from the sale of private wine, and even if he deducted some of his operating reserves, it would be appropriate to eat a few meals and buy some gifts...... Griffith counted the tinkling silver coins, shook his spirits, and said:

"Okay!"

After saying this, Griffith suddenly had a trance of whether he had a delusion.

Less than ten centimeters to his right, Galadia was looking at him with a strange expression. It was an expression of nervousness, worry, and anticipation, with a hint of relief and relief as desired, familiar and yet unfamiliar, as if the girl had been waiting for something for a long time.

"You really have something to hide from me. The elf muttered.

......

Exit the West Gate at Holmonwoods, walk over the grass on the cliffs and the stone bridge hanging high over the rapids, and just outside the checkpoint is the small town of Baltimore.

The town is built on a gentle slope by the tranquil sea, with solid and icy black boulders at its feet, and almost no gentle sandy beaches.

It is the property of the university, and most of the families of the professors and employees live in the town. Hundreds of visiting scholars come from all over the world every year, and if they don't want a dormitory, they can rent a house in town with a living room, bedroom, study, and two washrooms.

In order to serve the college and the scholars, as well as the families and servants of the scholars, an entire street of shops, bookstores, restaurants, hairdressers, and public baths was built in the town. To provide a place for street workers, the town extended to a gentle slope by the sea, where hospitals, schools, cobblestone pavements and docks were built.

With such good public facilities, the nearby cargo ship owners moved their routes a little and built chambers of commerce, warehouses and horse-drawn carriage companies in the town that extended further west.

And then, it became what it is now......

Even after the lights go out in Holmonwards, you can still see the lights of the town from the castle windows and towers, like the Milky Way winding in the sky.

On the long street that connects the east and west of the town, you can open the door of a bar or restaurant and you will see the professors and students of Holmonwards. Without the school rules, no one knows what you're doing if you wear a wide hood.

"How's that one?" said Griffith, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking along the edge of the sidewalk, gesturing to the elegant tavern in front of him.

Galadia kept squeezing him. The two of them were walking on the wide, flat sidewalk, but the elf walked in a straight line, almost squeezing him under the sidewalk.

Isn't the sidewalk quite spacious...... Griffith glanced at his companion quizzically.

"No, this one!" the girl suddenly dragged him by the arm, dragged him into a small alley, pushed open the small wooden door, and shouted to the shopkeeper:

"Two servings of hot lamb, baby greens, sweet garlic and sauce! and butterbeer!"

"Okay, here comes the mutton!" the shopkeeper quickly chopped the mutton and gestured to the front with a kitchen knife.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to have a perforated stomach when I'm hungry. Galadia pressed the midshipman to the small table, and turned her head to bring two bowls of garlic.

"It's sweet garlic. The elf expertly peeled it off.

You're still eating this!, Griffith was shocked. These garlics leave a taste in the mouth and are said to scare away the Bloodline!

The clerk quickly brought a peculiar copper pot and lit charcoal underneath. The copper pot is filled with water, and there are many red dates, wolfberries, mushrooms, chopped green onions, and coriander.

"This pot, it's good~" Griffith didn't know how to start the words, so he praised the pot first.

"It's called shabu mutton hot pot, and it's popular in my hometown and in Sevasto!" the elf picked up some pickled cucumbers and peanuts with thin chopsticks and ate them, "It will definitely be promoted to the whole world in the future!"

"Elf food?"

"No, no, no, it was your people who invented it, the great knight of Roland, the one in the ballad. The girl shook her head and looked expectantly at the shopkeeper chopping the meat.

Roland Knight can still invent this! what a lot of talent...... Griffith thought with admiration.

"He also invented a shabu-shabu pot with spices! I can't eat it, it's spicy, but many people like it!" Garadia took the cut mutton and poured it into the copper pot, "It's no wonder that he has been obscure in recent years, and he thinks about what to eat every day." ”

The clerk brought the two of them a strange sauce and served it in a small sauce, which smelled good.

"Quick! mutton won't taste good when it's old!" the elf picked up a few slices of meat like lightning, and was about to send the sauce to his mouth.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she stopped like an electric shock.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, that, well, I don't know if it's cooked~" The girl stammered, the chopsticks in her hand reaching out to Griffith's mouth, "You take a bite and try it first." ”

Okay, no problem, aren't you afraid that it won't be cooked? I even eat raw meat. Griffith swallowed the lamb in one gulp.

This!

The indescribable fragrance, some hot lamb makes the hungry stomach squirm wildly, the delicate meat is not greasy, and there is an irresistible temptation of fullness. It's as if you can never leave the first bite of it.

It's so delicious, for this bite of mutton, it's like a friend can not do it!

"Is it delicious?" the elf looked at the apprentice knight with a smile, his face rippling with happiness as if he was eating.

"It's wonderful," the midshipman picked up a slice as he chewed, "and it's cooked, just right." ”

"Really?"

"Really," Griffith didn't think too much of it, and put some sauce in his own mutton shabu to the elf's mouth, "you taste it." ”

For a moment, Galadia raised her eyebrows and leaned back slightly, her smiling face a little more surprised and hesitant. She opened her mouth, lifted her long hanging hair and bit it gently, giving an imperceptible grunt.

Griffith felt his bones crispy.

So, as if, something is not quite right......

The two of them were silent for a moment, and they couldn't help but lean back, sit up a little upright, and began to eat their own mutton shabu.

......

"Well, what have you been up to lately?"

Galadia held back for a long time before she burst out with such a sentence, and asked with her eyes lowered and staring at the mutton in the pot.

"Veronus asked me to work as an assistant to the alchemy course, and I learned a lot about potions, and I made some for myself. Griffith reported on the progress of the work.

"What else?"

"Do you know the grapes of Nanyuan? I picked some of them at the beginning of the school year and put them in pumpkins to make wine, and it was very successful. I'll give you a taste another day. ”

Although he didn't know why, Griffith sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and reported on the income generation work one by one.

"Hey, how do you still have this craft!" Galadia took a sip of butterbeer, "You've sold moonshine to everyone, how much money did you make?"

"Not much, not much, almost 200 silver langs. ”

"Oh, you're a person~ then you can have this meal," the elf's face returned to a brisk smile, "just for this little thing, your after-school time is full." ”

"yes," Griffith said with a little grief, "I wanted to investigate Isis's relationship with the Beyeland Cook gang, and the origin of his magical creatures, but I didn't have time to delay it. Fortunately, I didn't have time to do it anymore, and I had free time again. ”

"You still know~ The boss has another glass of beer!" the girl complained dissatisfiedly, "Don't you regret that all your time has been wasted?"

Her face was already stained with a faint flush, and the butterbeer was quite strong.

"It's okay~" Griffith was sure that something was wrong, but he couldn't say, "I'm going to prepare a Frost Festival gift, and I can't give flower tea this time." ”

"Ah, that's what you say," the elf suddenly perked up, and his eyes softened a lot, "it's enough for the gift to have a heart." ”

......

"By the way, I've asked the people from Lamour House to help me investigate the intel of Isis, the Cook Gang, and Rudias, and they should write to me in a little while. What happened to your imprisoned clansman?

After dinner, Griffith pulled the elf who wanted to play elsewhere and walked back. Tomorrow is not a weekly day off, and it is not good to miss the curfew or delay tomorrow.

"I can't find anything~" The drunken elf gently pressed against his arm and staggered forward.

There seems to be some wonderful taste fermenting on an autumn night.

Maybe it's a good time.

Griffith's mind turned a few times, the answer to the question of why Galadia had traveled to the vicinity of Manisa Village and met him there, the answer to the question he had always wondered, but he had not had a chance to ask.

"Well, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time," Griffith bowed his head slightly, close to the elf's ear.

The drunken elf seemed to suddenly stagnate. Some misty eyes glanced at the apprentice knight, and hurriedly looked away.

"That's right. Griffith began to weigh the words.

"Ah~I'm so dizzy~" Galadia suddenly pulled her hood, lowered her head, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the stone bridge.

What's the matter? I haven't said anything. Griffith followed, looking around.

Not far from the shopping street, a group of first-year students from Holmonwaltz were gathering outside the bar to talk and laugh. The two of them unobtrusively bypassed the crowd and avoided everyone's sight.

They almost saw it. Griffith's eyes suddenly dawned on him, it would always be a little inconvenient for his classmates to see him alone with Galadia.

In the midst of a group of giggling classmates, Griffith spotted Aaron. He hasn't been seen acting in any way since that night. With impeccable grace, he quietly drank in a corner of the crowd. The elated freshmen were talking and laughing, but they looked like henchmen who were opening the way for him.

Griffith couldn't help but stare at Aaron in the crowd for a moment. Just then, he suddenly noticed that a man in the bar had walked past Aaron and seemed to have secretly handed him something.

The man was wearing a tight hood, and before Griffith could take a closer look, the blond-haired and red-eyed boy had already turned his gaze and cast an irresistible depth at Griffith outside the bar.

The apprentice knight's heart suddenly raced. He hurriedly avoided Aaron's gaze and walked away with the elves in a detour.