Only Marshall came out in civilian clothes, and everyone else wore their original dresses, fanned their small fans, and took a leisurely and elegant step to call lunch. She really didn't want to wear this outfit that made her body scream and struggle, even though she knew that she would probably be isolated if she did. She specially tied a ponytail, and the way her hair was dismantled always reminded of the time when the wolf orc Spring laughed and picked lice on the top of her head in [Land of Desire].

It's not pleasant.

"Miss Marshall, you look a little handsome in this dress!" Zibelin waved his fan, "I'll also order someone to prepare a comfortable and fitting civilian clothes tomorrow." Usually wearing this dress, to be honest, there is no way to move around at will, since it is a female knight, you have to make a female knight, right? ”

"Miss Zibelin is right! I actually find this dress very inconvenient! "Yes, Miss Marshall is still very beautiful!"

Marshall momentarily became overwhelmed, and when he saw the smile on the red-haired girl's face, his mood suddenly calmed down. I can't find any opportunities to chat in my daily life, and now it's a bit difficult to talk.

You're the princess of Yaris, Marshall! If you fall into disadvantage in this situation, you are ashamed of who you are!

Marshall smiled merrily: "Miss Zibelin, I am sure that you will be beautiful in civilian clothes. My family rarely let me wear a formal dress, so I changed into casual clothes. ”

Zibelin's eyes were full of smiles, and all the other girls seemed to be catering to Zibelin's words, and they were also familiar with Marshall. Marshall couldn't guess what was going on in the redhead girl's mind right now, but things were much better than she had imagined.

At noon, he ate a light cream bread crumb soup and steaming garlic baked red shrimp, Marshall was not full, but he also walked out of the academy with Zibelin and the others, and walked on the most prosperous central imperial capital avenue in Vatican. Around the two largest colleges in the country, all kinds of merchants rushed to grab the shops in this area, just for a good business, except for the middle of the night, basically all the time the Central Imperial Capital Avenue maintained its own unique vitality.

It's a summer afternoon, and the girls who don't have parasols with them walk along the tiny eaves of the shops in order not to sweat it. If there is a shop that interests them, they will definitely pile them in, pick what they want, and then walk out with their "loot" on their faces.

The owner of the shop was obviously smiling, after all, the girls' "picking" was undoubtedly a loot for his shop. Marshall couldn't believe how rich Elijah was, so she took all the silver jewelry in a jewelry store and asked them to be delivered to her residence within the day, and she wore them in rotation every day.

For Marshall, these worthless gadgets add up to a few gold coins in total, but the other party didn't even look at it, and the small hand made a move to round the field...... The other girls also have their own preferences, they have not yet seen the world, and when they have money in their pockets, they want to spend it vigorously.

"It seems to be Art Street, but why do you always feel so gloomy?" Ellie looked at the black gate blocking the entrance of the street, and the words "Art Street" were simply written on it.

"On the street between the Knight Academy and the School of Magic...... There should be only one art street. "It is said that only those who really understand art can enter, and the opportunity to enter is limited. ”

Marshall looked at the three big words "Art Street" on the door, but his eyes gradually couldn't leave. These three words were small and simple, but every time she looked at the edges and corners of the characters, she always felt that something deeper crawled out of the darkness of the ink like an ant, pulling her eyes into it. She finally pulled her eyes out of the three words, but she noticed the knocker on the door that looked like a human face.

It was indeed a black, bumpy old man's face, and every detail of the face was carved to the fullest. It's obviously a black face, but it's full of flesh, and it has a layer of misty flesh. I always feel that when I poke my fingers, the face made of this stone seems to be concave. The same dimly black knocker protrudes from the mouth from the inside out, like a hollow tongue.

Zibelin tried to pull the knocker and knocked lightly on the black door. The face on the door suddenly moved, his closed eyes wrinkled open, his nose twitched hard, and the knocker suddenly retracted into the old man's mouth.

He smashed his mouth, his cloudy eyes looked at the girls, and after a while, he said slowly: "Imps are not welcome here, imps are not welcome, go, go, go!" ”

"We're just curious about what's on this street, old gentleman." Minia giggled, as if amused by the funny face, "Can you let us in?" ”

"Tsk!" The old man sniffled his nose disdainfully, "Pink Skull...... It's nothing more than a pink skull...... I can see at a glance your empty, empty ......"

The old man's face suddenly sunken into five finger prints, and the protruding eyeballs flashed a shocked tone, and in just two or three seconds, this face sank into the dark black door panel, never to be seen again. The locked gate of Art Street lost its knocker, and no matter how much the girls knocked on it, there was no response to the door.

"What a disappointment!" Minia shrugged her shoulders and was the first to walk out the door, "What. ”

The others quickly laughed and ran away, and Marshall quickly followed. Along the way, she kept feeling Ziberin's gaze aimed at her, and the magic sword in her hand kept reminding her. But her instincts as a woman told her that Zibelin was indeed good for her, not harmful. She didn't pay much attention to it, and pretended not to see it when she saw it.

In the afternoon when the red and pink sun is shrouded, everyone goes to a dessert shop opposite the Knight Academy for afternoon tea to get to know you all again. Only Marshall and Zibelin didn't buy anything, and everyone else bought some jewelry, or toys that looked interesting. Minia insisted on carrying her purchases in her hands, fearing that the crystal ball that could glow beautifully would explode in the shopkeeper's hands and that she would have to keep it herself.

"What kind of dessert do you prefer, Miss Zibelin?" Marshall intends to take the initiative.

"I like ......," Zibelin thought for a moment, "I like a little more fruit, but I don't like too much cream." Even simple cookies are delicious. Have you ever tried the store's latest addition, the sweet butter apple? I bought some of them before I entered the school, and they tasted very good. ”

"I also like sweets, but if I don't take good care of my teeth, I am likely to get tooth decay." Marshall called the waiter, ordered a sweet butter apple for everyone with ease, and muttered in a low voice, "Fourteen copper coins, it's really a money grab......"

That's enough money to buy as many apples and butter as you want! She did the math, and she could buy about five or six pounds of apples, or a pound and a half of butter...... This is enough for them to eat for ten days and half a month.

However, the taste did not disappoint Marshall. The crispy apple slices are drizzled with a completely non-greasy sweetened butter to form a milky coat, and when you enter your mouth, the cream and the sweet aroma of apples blend together, pouring from your nose and into your stomach pouch. Marshall tried very hard to restrain himself from sweeping away all the butter apples, and Zibelin bent his eyes with interest.

Marshall...... Who the hell are you?

Everyone chatted happily, ate desserts, drank afternoon tea, and laughed happily between the hair of different colors. This is the red-pink afternoon, the breeding moment of pleasure.

Of course, the average student is still training at this time.