"Praise the Goddess." Ion was terrified, "It's just that it will take some time for this batch of containers to take shape. ”

Agen turned his head mechanically, his kind face terrifying to Ion: "How long?" ”

"It will take about eight months." Ion swallowed and looked down at the ground.

"It's been too long, Ion." Argenti smiled and said, "The goddess can't wait that long."

"Six months...... If necessary, the vessels can be cooked by the Light. He said that his old face was covered by a pair of eyes with a warm light.

On the face of it, anyone would think that this is certainly the most sacred figure in the world.

"But, the ......Light," Ion hesitated.

"Alright, Ion." "It's time to leave for the palace," said Agen, "for His Majesty Fran is anxious to see us." ”

"Yes, Patriarch."

……

In the splendid palace, dozens of court maids stepped forward one by one and put the plates in their hands on the table, they were all women of various nobles, taking the opportunity to learn the etiquette of the nobles.

The palace is small, with a silk tablecloth in the center, and a well-dressed, light-hearted middle-aged man sits on a chair covered with red velvet.

From his slightly darkened eyes, it was evident that the king was a little tired and haggard.

Sylvie sat next to him.

"Sylvie, you haven't eaten with me for a long time, and Miley said that you seem to be busy with something?"

Fran III said, and brought a plate of smoked goose meat to Sylvie: "It tastes very good."

"Why, I'm just...... I'm just finishing the homework assigned by the teachers......" Sylvie hurriedly said perfunctorily, in order to be as realistic as possible:

"The teachers are too strict, and there are so many court etiquettes in every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation, how can they learn it." As she spoke, she put down her fork and made a circle with both hands.

"Sylvie, they raised you as the future king of Fran, ahem." Fran III said with a smile, then coughed slightly.

"Father, your condition ......" Sylvie put down her knife and fork and looked at him with concern.

"It's fine, just a little cold wind." The man waved his hand and continued:

"Sylvie, I'm already old, and your brother Xilinzhi is not here, and the only thing this country can rely on is you."

"Father, what do you say?" Sylvie put down her knife and fork, stared at him and pouted, "You are in the prime of life, and the people of Fran can't do without you."

Fran III had a loving smile on his face: "Son, you really look like your mother, and you are as gentle and kind as her, if only she were still here, you would know ...... Our lovely Sylvie has become the brightest jewel of the Kingdom of Fran. ”

"Mother......" Hearing this word, Sylvie also lost her mind for a while, thinking of Xilin's birthday gift to her, and at the same time her mother's jewelry, the agate necklace.

The man turned his head slowly, and in the warm candle flame and the shining light, he seemed to see the gentle shadow floating through the window.

"Heidi......" he blinked, and the apparition vanished, and all that floated out the window was a leaf smashed by the rain.

"Heidi." He said silently, a smile on his face again: "It will be, we will definitely see you again."

Towards the end of the dinner, the court ladies took turns to take the plates.

The king had intended to accompany Sylvie for a walk after dinner, but the guards who walked in from outside the door reported that Patriarch Moonlight had come to visit along with Ion, the deputy head of the Templar Order.

"Okay, let them wait for me in the hall." Fran III was slightly excited, then turned to look at Sylvie: "Sylvie ...... Maybe today isn't a good day for a walk. ”

Sylvie, of course, understood her father's difficulties, and in her opinion, family affection was a very luxurious thing in the court.

She was a little disappointed, but she was used to it.

After watching her father cough and walk excitedly down the hall, she followed the path back to her bedroom.

The sky was a dense inky color, and the rain fell from above, falling towards the whistling world, towards her lonely fate.

Back in the bedroom, she closed the door tightly and planted herself into the warm, comfortable bed, her head covered in a soft velvet quilt.

From time to time, there was the sound of soft, regular footsteps outside, and it was the maids who were in charge of the princess's daily life busy packing up.

Before it was time to learn magic, Sylvie took out the newspaper she had secretly bought and read the day's wizard news.

"Silicon, the most abundant non-metallic element in the earth's crust."

As she expected, the headline on the front page was about her new paper, of course, it was just an irresponsible "conjecture" that she had sorted out after reading Jiang Qiao's chemistry book and then published it in plain language.

As for things like analysis and proof, I'd better leave it to the old-fashioned Great Magus.

It had been nearly two months since she first came into contact with that world, and within two months, she had almost flipped through the book that Jiang Qiao had brought.

From the shock at the beginning, to the gradual numbness after that, she has gradually realized how amazing that world really is.

What's even more curious is that the laws that have been parsed by that world apply equally to Parisia, but the two worlds are obviously unrelated.

According to Jiang Qiao, this book is only the tip of the iceberg in their world.

So, if I dig into the knowledge of the whole iceberg...... The more Sylvi thought about it, the more excited she became, her little hands gesturing in the air with the weight of that knowledge.

Maybe she'll go down in history because of this, like, shocked! The princess of the Kingdom of Fran is the great mage who single-handedly created a new era of magic, "Little Bear loves gummies"!

It is also possible that his statues will be all over the world and admired by people everywhere!

Before that, though, she had to cut back on the frequency of her papers. Sylvie actually had a slight concern, she knew that the world was looking for the genius magician.

Fortunately, the coordinates of her paper were chaotic and the path was extremely distorted. So, unless it's a great mage who is proficient in space magic, no one can find out where she is.

Moreover, the genius who was proficient in space magic had long since died, so for now, she was safe.

Outside the window, the rain faded, the yellow leaves were knocked to the ground, and time passed.

After reading the whole newspaper and staring at the ceiling boredly for a while, it finally came to eight o'clock.

Sylvie listened as the footsteps of the maids faded away, and they usually returned to the corners of the palace to their respective quarters.

She showed a shallow pear vortex, then got out of bed softly, walked to the wide bookcase like a thief, and gently took down an inconspicuous book in the corner.

The bookcase then magically moves to the sides, leaving a two-person wide floor.

Sylvie walked over to the floor and waved.

The floor turned out to be a protective airtight door that could be opened.

She silently recited a mantra, and the door moved.