The Muse didn't know what was going on in Ron's head.

He originally thought that Ron would take an hour or two out every day to study these things that had fallen, after all, Ron didn't know anything about some basics, and he would definitely get into trouble in the future.

But, hell, I didn't let you die!

If you don't sleep for five days and five nights, is the Father God or are you God?

He hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out of the Lowell Club, all the way to the Enns Library.

Ron was the only young man he valued in recent years, and he might have to take over his class in the future, so it was a pity that he died so unlucky.

Lowell was some distance from the Enns Library, so he had to pick up his pace and finally trot out on his legs.

Muse felt a little aggrieved, he hadn't been so out of shape for many years.

Damn it.

It took about a quarter of an hour for him to reach the door of the Enns Library. He glanced up at the tall building, slowed down, tidied up his clothes slightly, carried one hand behind his back, and held the seal of the god in front of his waist with the other, and walked slowly inside.

Just before he entered the door, he saw a blonde little Lori running out with an aggrieved face.

After the two staggered, he stood on his feet slightly, glanced back at the back of the little Lori, and frowned slightly.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen that little girl at a certain aristocratic ball in Branslin, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, he was not some perverted weirdo.

However, the qualifications for admission to the last ball were very high, and there was no need to think about it, this little girl must be the heir of some noble person with high morality.

It's just that I don't know what kind of abuse this little girl suffered in the Enns Library, and how she would be so wronged.

The muse shrugged his shoulders and didn't take the matter to heart.

After all, not everyone in the world is a sleek person with a good eye, and there are always some fools. In comparison, the last time Ron talked in front of him, he was very satisfied.

Although short-sighted, but very knowledgeable, the muse nodded slightly, and then quickened his pace slightly.

When he came to the city of Franksø, he must have been to the landmarks of this small town. He didn't need someone to lead the way, and he walked to the reading room with a familiar understanding.

But before he entered the reading room, he vaguely heard someone talking, and the owner of the topic was nothing more than the strange person in the reading room.

All sorts of words came out of the mouths of others, such as "stupid", "crazy" or "nerd", and even said, "Is it that people who have no knowledge are like dirt buns in the countryside when they are studying and enter the metropolis, and they want to see all the buildings in their eyes, which is silly and funny." ”

When he heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He'd been feeling a little out of control lately, and he'd go check it out after taking Ron, the idiot.

Maybe it's some strange disease.

Just as he was about to enter the reading room, someone stopped him.

"Muse Brown?"

He turned his head and saw a trembling old man standing behind him and smiling at him.

It's Mallory Court.

The muse took off his hat, bowed slightly to Mallory respectfully, and said hello, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Miss Mallory." ”

As a gentleman, Muse has always had a lot of respect for this kind of bachelor.

Mallory nodded, with his qualifications, there really wasn't a need to return the favor for the muse.

He said, "I knew that young man was brought by you, after all, you are the only one who can speak in the Holy Alliance in Frankser right now." Is he your successor?"

The muse felt that he had come a little abruptly, and that he should have worn a mask, like many thieves a hundred years ago.

"It can be counted, but we need to continue to observe. Actually, I didn't know he could be ...... like that" The muse didn't know what words to use to describe Ron, and finally he just smiled and said, "I'm causing you trouble." ”

"It doesn't bother me," Mallory said on crutches as he walked to the door of the reading room, glancing at the somewhat scruffy figure, "it's a good thing, I've not seen such a pure scholar in a long time." ”

The look of embarrassment on Muse's face was swept away, and it was an honor to be praised by an old scholar who was famous in all four countries, and at this time he felt that Ron was indeed worth cultivating.

"But," Mallory said abruptly, turning his head to look at Muse with a strange expression, and pointing his finger at his head, "Are you sure that this successor of yours has nothing wrong with his brain?"

The smile on Muse's face froze, and at this time, he regretted that he had admitted that Ron was his successor.

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The muse quickly pulled Ron away, and Ron, who was obsessed with reading books, was a little resistant at first, but how could he be the muse's opponent?

The Muse restrained Ron with a gentlemanly gesture, and then quickly led him out of the Enns Library, as the nobles looked at him and gave him goosebumps.

Leading Ron all the way to Rowell's Club, the Muse glanced at Ron's outfit at this time.

His black hair was as messy as a bird's nest, the bloodshot whites of his eyes set off his brown pupils even more unrelentingly, and his face was full of a layer of oiliness, and there was a faint smell of smell all over his body.

It was a replica of the dirt bun, and even Ron's sedentary legs were swaying from side to side, and the Muse had to pull him at the right time to avoid crashing into a street sign or crushing under the wheels.

"I don't understand, Mr. Muse......," Ron said at this point, "I have almost figured out all the basics of Shikoku now, why did you take me away?"

"You've learned enough, it's time to take a break," replied Muse, "you know, if you stay in the library any longer, you'll be bothered Mr. Mallory." ”

Ron blinked, he didn't quite understand the words of the muse.

"Because Mr. Mallory is old, he may not be able to move your body. ”

It didn't take long for the two to walk to the door of Lowell's club. Facing the surprised gaze of the welcome lady of the Lowell Club, Muse dragged Ron into the club and stuffed him into the private room that belonged to him for a while.

He brought Ron to a couch, stared at him and said, "Now, what you need is sleep." When you wake up, you don't have to go to the Enns Library, I'll give you a little assignment!!"

Ron was still in a state of starvation, and only a minute after the muse had said this sentence did he nod his head and slowly lay down on the couch.

But his spirits were so high that he stared at Muse with wide eyes, even as he lay on the couch.

The bloodshot eyes of the dead fish were so unbearable for the Muse that he had to slap Ron on the head and put him to sleep.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and sat on another sofa with a glass of wine and drank slowly.

His gaze kept on Ron's immature face, and he frowned with a puzzled expression.

In this glorious music salon, one melodious music after another passed, and a distinctive voice finally sounded in the private room.

It's a dream.

Eve sat up slowly with her eyebrows on her lips, her face recovering a lot.

"Are you awake?" said Muse, placing a glass of warm water in front of Eve, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Enough is enough. ”

Eve replied.

As soon as she reached for her glass, she heard a soft snoring. As the snoring passed, she saw Ron sleeping on another couch in a very strange position.

"You got him back? Eve took a sip of water, then looked at Ron with interest, "Don't you think sleeping in his position will make you sore the next day?"

"What do you want me to do? Do you expect me to set him right? ”

Eve sniffed, "You seem to be right. ”

The muse got up again and took out a few plates of pastries from the closet hanging on the wall, and placed them on the coffee table, "Come and get a little food, you must be hungry." ”

"Thank you. ”

Eve pinched a cream cake and put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

After eating this little cake, she glanced at Ron again, and said in surprise, "He seems to be in good spirits now?"

"He's been asleep for six hours. ”

"It's only been six hours, and he's already recovered to this extent?" Eve turned her head to look at Muse, and said seriously, "You have found a treasure, and you are a good seedling to take the path of the master." ”

"That's what bothers me," said the muse, frowning, "and I'm obviously a destroyer, and the connection between the two is very different!

Eve shrugged, "We've always been a group, so what's the difference?"

"Say whatever you want. ”

Eve smiled, her mean-looking face was very soft at this time, she suddenly thought of something, and frowned, "But why, why does his mental power have such strength? If an ordinary person doesn't sleep for five days and five nights, he must have already had a mental breakdown." And he gives me the feeling that he is in very good shape. ”

"That's the other thing that bothers me, I want him to be a gifted guy and I wonder if something has happened to him. ”

Eve teased, "Hand him over to me, and I'll find out his secrets." ”

"Come on, you've never had the patience you deserve, and you're even more adept at all kinds of torture methods. ”

"But this matter always has to be clarified, isn't it?" Eve Dao looked into the eyes of the muse and said slowly, "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon." ”

The muse was silent for a moment, "Maybe it's the demon seed." ”

"Maybe. Eve suddenly relaxed, she lazily nestled on the sofa, closed her eyes, "Whatever you like, anyway, you're already in obsession, and he can finally make you wake up." That's a good thing, maybe it's a good thing. ”

Muse with a wine glass.

He frowned and was speechless for a long time.