"Do you still want Miss Wind Spirit to stay at my house?"

Bard also frowned, and his troubled expression was a little unbearable. A few days ago, Freya had difficulty moving and needed to lie in bed, even if she made trouble, it was just a few words, but now, she dared to hit Sallyster!

"If Miss Freya Wind Spirit is to stay at the Blanche house, we—" Algernon clasped his hands tightly together, holding his staff with a solemn expression. Freya quickly stepped back.

"Don't touch me!"

"Can you use your brain a little? Why are these people waiting until now if they want to do you a disadvantage? There is no point in arguing with this Yu clan, and he also knows Bard's difficulties, but ......

What else can I do?

"What do you want to say?" Freya's eyebrows were raised, and her tone was quite arrogant, "Hmph, you have a ghost in your heart!"

“...... I tried to get Miss Xue Ling over in the evening. Ivan pretended not to hear, and said stiffly—he didn't want to say a word anymore.

It can only help with this.

Thankfully, Aisha wasn't there. Ivan couldn't help but rejoice in Elder Algernon's wise decision once again, otherwise, the kind Essa would definitely take this strange feather clan back without saying anything, no, capture it. He could almost imagine what the two girls would do in the streets, and it would be strange if they didn't alarm the Yu guards.

Ivan stood up and glanced at Freya lightly. Seeing that he wanted to leave as much as possible, Bard and Algernon had to sigh. Stand up together. Anyway, you can't forcibly stuff Miss Yu to Ivan, and if you can ask Devany to come over, it will be a great favor.

"Miss Wind Spirit, I think you can return to your clan tonight. ”

Sally forced out an awkward smile. Freya retreated to the wall, her arms in front of her, in a defensive posture. However, Sally did not want to care about her, and she followed her husband to deliver Ivan to the door.

As he stepped out of the living room, Ivan could still hear Freya muttering. "Are you trying to blackmail? Do you think that the Feather Clan is so easy to bully?The humans of Arcatia City are so arrogant......"

Who the hell is arrogant!

Because there is that troublesome character in the house. Bard quickly apologized and hurried back, and Sally kept sending Ivan down the wide avenue just outside the block. The lakeshore had always been quiet, and a few chimneys had already risen a light smoke, and strangers in cloak hurried past them.

Walk through that series of stone arches. The scene in the city is a little lively.

Along the way, Ivan kept thinking about how to explain the situation to Aisha and Sister Xiulin.

This time Aisha is really honest. Algernon told her to go back first. She went back first, what would she say to Xiulin and Carlo? "Going to the house of someone she knows" was not justified at all, and it was impossible for Aisha herself not to know what was going on. If only Xiulin ...... No. Mostly Carlo - when asked about Ivan's whereabouts, Ivan didn't want to tell him that the wizards of Takamo lived in the city.

Xiulin is very perceptive and will always have some ...... Doubt it.

Before I knew it, it was past seven o'clock, and the sky gradually turned to a lonely deep blue, and the cool breeze was blowing, and the heat of the day quickly faded. The aroma of milk and jam wafts from Daphne's sky garden.

Ivan stood in the doorway, hesitated, hesitated for a moment before pulling the cord of the doorbell.

"It's coming!" said Aisha cheerfully running out from under the long carved porch, wearing a ...... Rolling a lace-up white apron, "Ah, it's Ivan!"

"Ugh. Ivan looked at Aisha with a vague feeling of being in a trance. Aisha wore a white turban and pulled up all her long hair, but the snow-white turban and apron were dyed with patches of bright red everywhere, exuding a ...... Strawberry flavor.

"We're making cakes! Ivan, you know, Na'er and I searched several stores to find such fresh strawberry jam! No strawberry jam in the cake is like no sugar in bitter coffee, the taste is definitely different! Sister Xiulin, they also bought a lot of pineapple sauce and grape sauce!" There was no worry in Aixia's bright smile.

"Brother Ivan, come and play with cream!" Nalle jumped up from behind Aisha, her little hands stained with various mixtures of jam and cream, and her short cherry hair was also stained with cream and jam, and she was wearing an apron and a pale orange-red dress dyed in a rainbow of colors.

"We went out of our way to ask about the cake making. Aisha puffed out her chest confidently, "I've written them all down! The ratio of eggs, sugar, and flour, and the baking time are all written down on paper!...... In the kitchen!" She suddenly grabbed Ivan by the arm and ran back.

"Cream, cream!" said Nal.

...... It's because he's thinking too much.

Aisha didn't seem to be bothered at all by what the wizards had said, she didn't seem to care that Algernon and Bard took Ivan to Nǎ, and she trusted the wizards who had been enemies too much. Devine's kitchen was full of bottles and jars, and Xiulin leaned leisurely against the long table, casually shaking the white porcelain glass in her left hand, which was supposed to be wine. If you ignore the jam and cream on her face, she is no different from usual at this time. I don't know how Aisha explained it, but in short, it seems that nothing happened.

"Come and see, how is this thing slimy?" Xiulin pointed to a basin of what was presumably a mixture of eggs, sugar, and flour.

"It should be like this, although it seems a little hard, but, but I'm sure I'm not mistaken......" Aisha pinched his chin and pondered, "I've seen Ivan do it before, isn't it just like that?"

"Is this a cake?" said Na'er, her neck craned, her voice skeptical in her voice.

"......" Carlo turned his head to look at Ivan sternly, continuing to examine the strangely shaped charred object in the oven.

Xiulin, Ishia, Na'er, and Carlo, who was standing by the oven, had probably been busy in the kitchen for a long time. At Xiulin's feet was a bucket full of cream, gushing out like beer foam, and the smell of different jams wafted from a row of cans on the long table. Carlo's face was the most ugly, and for some reason, he got soot all over his body, and everyone but him seemed happy, not so much making cakes as they were playing.

It's like a vacation.

Ivan thought about it, if no one asked, it would be better to wait for Daphne to come back.