Eventually, with the pretext of a 'temporary truce', Lan En picked up the flannel ball that the cat alone had sorted out his little baggage in the secret stronghold at dinner.

The kitten lay on Lanne's shoulder and walked into the Erethusa Academy.

Velvet Ball has lived in the New World since he was a child, and the most popular and decorative place he has visited is just the stronghold of the stars.

However, the Star Stronghold, built in the practical and rugged style of the hunters, is no match for the Warlocks' Academies in terms of sophistication, luxury, and comfort.

The highest institutions of learning built by this group of people of high social status, high economic income, and hedonism were absolutely second to none in terms of luxury and luxury.

The flannel ball looked at it and shrank his head a little timidly.

When Lan En picked a deserted corridor and walked to the dinner room, the kitten became even more nervous.

On the long table in the room, delicate gold and silver cutlery was glittering in the ambiguous candlelight.

Even the reliefs on the mahogany chairs are so delicate that they depict the beards of the figures.

The food on the plate is even more delicately presented, something that has never been seen in the New World.

The flannel ball was placed on a small chair by Lann, and it couldn't help but whisper a 'meow'.

But Lan sat down next to it, reaching out and patting its little head.

"Don't be intimidated, these things are just fun to look at."

Lan En said with a nonchalant smile.

"You'll know if you taste it."

The main course was braised seven-star eel, and Lan En served a bowl of flannel balls, and the kitten tentatively stretched out his tongue and licked it, and then looked puzzled.

"It's like. Taste, no. Does it feel so bland, meow? ”

"That's it." Lan shrugged and put one arm on the back of his chair in a casual voice.

"The taste is well mastered by the chef, but the vitality of this sea fish is not as good as a special shiitake mushroom in the ancient tree forest, so your body will 'feel' flat."

"A herbivorous dragon that can be found everywhere in the New World would basically be more expensive than this room if you get here."

"So it stands to reason that the dusty caravans in the Star Stronghold that use a lot of monster materials seem to be luxuries to the people here."

"It's just that the valuables are different, so there's nothing to cramp about."

Flannel Ball nodded thoughtfully: "Then I understand meow." ”

The kitten has always had a big heart, so he threw away the nervousness of his first arrival and began to eat and drink as relaxed as he did in the New World.

After letting the flannel ball relax, Lan En sat up straight and looked at the other side of the table.

"Looks like you're recovering well?"

"Thanks to you for sending me in time, as well as the new technology you developed."

The voice has the charm of a mature woman, but it is as lively as a girl.

Triss Meligard, sitting across from Ranne.

Her embarrassment before Len's last departure had vanished without a trace.

Extensive burns on the skin have been perfectly repaired during skin grafting surgery.

Because the crystal culture technique uses her own somatic cells, the cultured skin doesn't even have a rejection reaction.

Magical elixirs and techniques ensured that not the slightest trace of surgery remained on her body.

At this time, she was very 'generous' wearing a low-cut and wide-opening malachite-colored silk dress.

The bare skin peeking out of that opening was delicate and smooth.

The signature burgundy hair was reflected in the faint candlelight into a passionate fiery red.

But more fervent than that passionate hair. The eyes that stared straight at Lan En.

The witcher always felt that this woman's eyes were different from before. She seems to be a little too aggressive.

With a "crunch", Lan En turned his head to look at the position beside him.

The rude sound of such a chair rubbing against the floor should never be seen at such a table.

But if it's the current dean of this academy who makes a voice, then what else has he to say?

Margarita smiled and sat down, leaning forward, looking at Triss in a 'oppressive' posture in every way.

"So, you've been recuperating from that flesh wound for months, Triss. Two months ago, Yenepah had adjusted to his new eyes and returned to Aden. ”

"The aftermath of the war must still be haunting your king right now, and Foltest can't do without a magical advisor at this time, right? Especially [The Fourteenth Man on the Hill]. ”

"yes." Triss said in the face of Margarita's words, not giving an inch.

"But Foltest had Kayla inform me not long ago that I was the fourteenth man on the hill and had worked hard and gained fame. So now this reputation is more important than the task of a magical advisor. ”

"He asked me to rest at my alma mater."

Although her tone is still charming and lively, it seems very sweet.

But because she repeated the title in Margarita's mouth, she repeated it again, and the latter sentence was basically word for word.

So Lan En can still feel it, this is the 'choking'.

Triss's blue eyes reluctantly moved away from Lan across the table, then squinted at Margarita.

Very good.

Lan En felt like he was numb now.

He had just comforted the flannel ball, which was a little nervous, but now it was his turn to fidget.

The Emperor's son's keen sense of emotion almost made him want to go back to his secret cave at this moment, and retreat into the corner to nibble on black bread.

For a long time, Margarita's ease and sweetness by his side made Rann forget a little-

'Strong enough to be called a fierce character' is the common impression that people have of this group of pioneer women like sorceresses.

This group of women is no different from the average woman in the Middle Ages when it comes to fighting for what they want or deserve.

"Ah, Tishaya. I just saw someone building that stone bridge on the upper level of Eritusa. ”

In this atmosphere that made him sting, Rann opened his mouth to talk to Tishaya, who was slowly slicing veal steaks, in an attempt to divert the topic.

The stone bridge was supposed to be made of black and white marble, like a chessboard.

Because although Eretusa had money before, it was difficult to approve the funds for this kind of project that most warlocks didn't care about much.

So the warlocks used illusions to cover the hollow stone bridge in the sky, and only the black lattice could stand on people, and the appearance looked as beautiful as ever.

But alas, the former dean was not used to Lan En at all.

"The Valyrian Steel Chamber of Commerce has begun to return cash, and the outside world has injected a lot of money into the college during this time, so there is no need to use it in vain."

Wrap up the topic with two sentences that are clear and concise. Tishaya sliced the meat with a silver knife as she raised her eyes and looked at the two students on either side of the table with interest.

"Quiet now, Lanne. I'm enjoying the drama. ”

"I know you're a little uncomfortable, but I'm sorry, but you're part of the drama now. I really don't want to spoil this artistic moment. ”

(End of chapter)