After a long stalemate, the air finally began to flow again. Ballan stared at the reflection reflected on the floor and looked up again, his eyes clearly more complicated.

"Villiers, I'm going to search this building now, it has nothing to do with your Majesty, right?"

"But, sir, this is the lady's private residence......" said the butler. Christina grimaced and waved her hand.

"It's okay, let Mr. Ballan search. I'll wait outside with everyone during your search, so as not to 'get in the way' of you. It would not be good if Mr. Ballan thought that we had done something in the room. It seemed that Christina was not going to continue to speak politely to Balran.

"Miss, your daily necessities ......" the housekeeper was still not at ease.

"I don't think Mr. Barland is yet to be interested in the household goods of aristocratic women, and gentlemen, please be merciful when you search my bedroom. With that, Christina bowed in a delicate gesture. Ivan noticed that Carlo's face turned white in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust for Ballan.

Does it have to be like this? In the absence of any evidence, he is acting like a robber.

Christina strode to the door, and the butler hesitated before following closely. Ivan turned his head, not daring to look Christina's face in the face. However, as she passed Ivan's side, Christina stopped.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Yafel. Christina's voice was clear, "Thank you for helping us maintain the dignity of the Kingdom of Fatland, I personally hope to be friends with you, I hope you will come to the Kingdom of Frankland more often in the future, of course, I hope that next time it will not be at such a time." In this case. ”

Ivan turned his head suddenly, only to see Christina politely stretch out her right hand and assume a posture ready to shake hands. Barran and Carlo stared at them intently, and he looked at Christina, who still had that graceful and polite smile...... Not so long ago, they fought side by side. Now it's as if I've forgotten about it.

Ivan shook Christina's hand and quickly let go.

"Allow me to express my gratitude to you again, then, goodbye. Christina lifted the hem of her skirt again, made a noble salute, and turned away. Teams of servants and guards followed her away, and soon, only Ballan and Carlo were left in the great hall. And the Ivan trio.

"What do you mean by Villiers?" said Barran, grimacing.

"What does that mean?" asked Ivan unceremoniously, but his heart was uneasy.

"Check the back door! Those cunning criminals, they can't be fooled! Hmph, lest you accidentally get in the way of us, that's a nice thing to say. Ballan didn't ask, he turned and walked to the corridor at the back of the hall, "You two, follow me!"

“......”

What did Ballan think of Christina?

In his eyes. Could it be that all the people in the Lorraine Pavilion are criminals? Christina is indeed an illegal magician, but she will not involve innocent people! The back door of the Lorraine Pavilion is easy to find. The back door was locked from the inside, and it was impossible for Christina's servants to enter through the back door.

"Check it again, there must be a secret passage in a place like this!"

“...... This is her private home. Ivan couldn't take it anymore. Listening to Ballan's meaning, he thought that the Luolian Pavilion was a secret base, "What are we going to search?"

"Yafir. You speak a lot like Flotica. Barlan sneered, "Flotica is ......"

He stopped, and Ivan glared at him, wondering what he would spit out next.

“...... That's what it looks like. That doesn't seem to be what Barran was meant to say.

Laxis Flotica has passed away until now. Thinking about this, Ivan still couldn't help but feel heartache. In Ivan's hometown, Laxis was seriously injured, and Ivan didn't know about it at the time. Perhaps because of her reputation, the Alliance of Magiens did not call Laxis a traitor, but in the eyes of Barran, Laxis was probably a dangerous enemy like Asa. Laxis, she died so miserably, can't these people let her go?

Ivan couldn't tell Barran the truth, otherwise, Barran would have been even more rampant.

"Let's split up and search, this way, faster. Coming to the top of a staircase, Ivan stopped, "I didn't expect to stay here at dawn and be known by people outside the Luolian Pavilion." ”

Ballan raised his eyebrows high, the corners of his mouth curled to one side, and there was no smile in his eyes. Ivan stared at him without fear.

"You care about reputation?" Barran smirked.

"yes, I do. Ivan replied unceremoniously.

"Oh, yes. Surprisingly, Barran immediately agreed, "Plante went to check the tunnels, especially the cellars and the like. Go upstairs and check carefully! If you dare to shield Villiers—"

"I see. Ivan didn't wait for him to finish and walked upstairs. The second floor is the guest room, if memory serves.

When he came to Lorraine before, it was still a sunny winter day, and he didn't know about Christina's identity.

At that time, Christina had the impression that she was an almost perfect aristocratic lady, but her parents were no longer around.

The first time Christina seemed unusual, perhaps when she invited Ashia to dance, the two girls in costume danced like butterflies, beautiful but a little jealous. Xiu Lin applauded and laughed on the side, and the well-educated servants of the Luolian Pavilion couldn't help but laugh. It was no longer a portrait-like lady, but suddenly it became kind, just at the moment when the skirt was flying.

Christina, in what mood did she put on a strange mask that concealed her face, and clenched the sword in her hand? She was completely different from the usual "Linglong", and everything she did was like fighting for her life and using all her might. The Holy Magister, who refuses to put down her sword even if she is injured and rebels against the Alliance even if she may be killed, stands in the wind, exuding a unique pride, which is not the pride of being a young duke.

She was...... What do you think?

The furnishings in the guest room were like a gentle hand shaking the memories of a long time ago, and if you don't remember it, why does it still feel familiar? Ivan walked past the makeup mirror embedded in the silver carved wooden frame, and remembered that he was dressed in the temperamental clothes of a young master at that time, and Aisha's eyes lit up and he smiled happily.

Now in the mirror, he looks tired and depressed, unwilling, but helpless. (To be continued......)