Feldenburg, Doge's Palace Rooms.

Franminica put down the two-folded letter in her hand, and there was no emotion in her uncertain eyes. She put down the letter and shook the bell on the table, and soon a maid who heard the bell pushed open the door, bowed gently, and bowed respectfully.

"Is Gasley's latest homework over?"

The archmage lifted the small black box at his feet, and with a touch of his finger, the lid of the magic lock was unlocked, and it opened as if it had a spring built into it, revealing nine neatly stacked light red potions and a manual padded under the potion bottle.

"Your Excellency. The maid replied, "Miss Gasley hasn't been out of the lab for three days. ”

"I see. ”

Frankinica lifted two fingers and brushed the box of medicine bottles, hearing the answer, as usual with a proper smile on her lips. She nodded, and said to the maid, "Don't bother her, you go and help me prepare a ticket to Samarando, it will be in the near future, the sooner the better." ”

"Yes. ”

The maids bowed again, and these attendants, who had been trained under the Earl for many years, knew the truth not to speak when they did not need to. She was about to lift the corner of her skirt and retreat, but she was stopped by Franminica, and as the maid raised her head suspiciously, she saw that the latter had already covered the black box at some point, stood up with the box, and said, "Take me to the epidemic area first." ”

"What about the ticket?" the maid had just a hint of hesitation on her face, and she immediately stopped her next question. Immediately, she meekly lowered her head and face, trotted two steps, opened the door first, and stood by the door.

"Are there many people dying today?"

Walking out of the guest room, he walked in the corridor with the maids one after the other, and there was no trace of the disaster area in the calm governor's palace, and even the sound of mourning was far away, as if stepping into the threshold of the governor's palace was cut off from the plague of Feldenberg.

Even the green-looking sun outside looked up inside the house, and it was warm and peaceful.

The son of the Count of Longverde sat by the pool of the garden, and through the blooming flowers, Francinica saw beside him a man dressed in black, a maiden holding a palette for him. The girl was wearing a maid's long dress, but judging by her bright face, Frankinica was sure that she hadn't seen the other party before, and that she was probably the new maid in the house.

"Who she is. ”

"Ademila. My lord, her parents were infected with the epidemic, and the young master went out to sketch yesterday and saw her pitifully brought into the house. ”

"Oh. It seems that the situation in the city is not too good today. As she spoke, Frankinica stopped suddenly, and she pointed to Ademira and asked the maid to bring her.

It was obviously not a good job, but the maid had no choice, so she had to control her expression and walk towards the garden as if she were walking on thin ice.

"The Archmage wants to talk to Ademela?"

Olaf Ortarion, the only son of the Count of Longverde, had at most two points of facial features similar to the count, and his round oval face looked very soft, with a delicate appearance that did not fit in with the Northland.

He sat in front of the easel, and the painting was a half-painted garden scene - a few patches of turquoise aquatic plants floating on the surface of the sparkling pond, there were dark flying insects cruising among the aquatic plants, the breeze was blowing, and the green and tender paint was also blown away, and there was a faint demure, slightly wet.

If the painting can be completed, Olaf will definitely write in the lower right corner of the painting: April 7, Spring, Olaf painted in Fedenburg.

The young boy wears a beanie inlaid with peacock feathers and sapphires, and wears a silk robe with gold buttons. Smiling and fearless of anything, he still maintained the last rebellious years of his adult life—despite the curly fluff on his lips, there were still remnants of his youthful childishness between his eyebrows.

"Teacher, let's go and have a look. He threw away his brush, completely disregarded the dignity of etiquette, grabbed one in one hand, and forcibly pulled the two people beside him in the direction of Frankina.

"But young master, the painting plate!" Ademira struggled to maintain the balance of the palette in her hand, but it was the first time she had done this work, and her fingers were not glued, and during the shaking, it was inevitable that the paint that had melted with water splashed and spilled on the girl's new clothes and white face.

"It's okay, just throw it away. ”

Olaf laughed and snatched the palette that Ademira was holding, and threw it into the lake, and the small fish for underwater ornamentation fled one after another, and many bubbles were formed.

He didn't care how expensive the palette and the few pigments in it were. Olaf was more inclined to his mother, who had married from Samarandu province, but the Northland was undeniably unrebellious: "Let's go." ”

The boy's words were light, as if he wanted to meet not the famous Fifth Seat, but an ordinary person like his painting teacher.

"You're the archmage?" had heard of it for a long time, but it was indeed the first time that Olaf had seen this royal magic advisor serving the Emperor's throne, and there were many archmages in the world.

The brisk expression on his face, which was still contemptuous, was gone in an instant!

The young man who was in a panic in an instant led the other two to slow down suddenly, he stumbled to say hello to Francinica, opened his mouth, blushed like a monkey's ass, and the courage he used to brag about with his friends in the past also ran away like a popped balloon. His hands couldn't help but be behind his back, and he cowardly dodged Frankinica's glance, wanting to look but not daring to look, the whole person was very entangled.

Now it seems that even Ademia, who was born as a commoner, is a little calmer than the boy of the Ortarion family.

The girl only slightly marveled at the beauty of the archmage at the beginning, and she quickly returned to normal, although there was no trilling in her words, but she still spoke to Frankinica normally: "My lord, I am Ademira, what are you looking for me?"

After she finished speaking, she was quietly retreated by the maid who accompanied her, and then she remembered, and hurriedly bowed to Frankinica.

But Frankika didn't care about the deference of a human girl, and she came straight to her purpose: "I heard that your parents are sick with the plague. ”

Obviously, she also knew that among the few people in front of her was the only son of the Earl of Longved, but she only spoke to the girl as if she was blind: "Are they seriously ill?"

After saying this, Ademila's emotions were also detonated by Frankinica in an instant. She excitedly wanted to pounce on the archmage and hug the archmage's calf, but immediately the maid who saw the situation was not good and quickly hugged her waist, and the two of them pulled and fell on the ground. The cold ground then seeped into the girl's tailbone through the thin skirt, and she shivered, realizing what an offensive mistake she had just made, and her face was full of despair.

She didn't dare to climb any further, so she immediately fell to her knees, looked at the condescending Francinica with tears in her eyes, and begged, "Please save them!"

"Please......

She cried and pressed her forehead against the gap on the grassy floor, and in her excitement, only two words remained in her mouth: "Please......"