The sound of the harp came from the depths of the courtyard, and the faint sound of the piano lingered among the lush vines. At this time, it was already late autumn, but in this small courtyard, it was as warm as the beginning of spring. Giant pillars hidden in the corners support a large transparent glass enclosure, and the thermostat runs all year round, making this small courtyard spring all year round.

A young man came from the secluded path and walked to the side of an old man who was bending down to trim the grass and trees. The old man raised his head, put the flower scissors in his hand on the small table beside him, and wiped his hands with the warm towel handed by the attendant.

The old man, who was respectfully called Duke Manshusawa by the world, looked at the flowers blooming all over the garden and said, "The test drive of the feast was successful? ”

The young man nodded, "The test driver's name is Furlong, and it is a demon born during the night of chewing. ”

Duke Manshusawa nodded, "Whose proposal?" ”

"It's Your Majesty's will, and among them, the Broken Sword seems to have provided some help."

Duke Manjushava scoffed, "Don't bother with those guys, mad dogs of war. There is nothing wrong with supporting research on new armor. He turned his head to look at the young man, "I remember yesterday, I should have taken it for a test drive first, right?" ”

"Because the previous test driver of the feast is either dead or crazy......"

"So that stupid woman did something stupid again?"

The young man nodded, "Yes, the eldest lady strongly prevented Young Master Lisuo's test drive. ”

Duke Manshusawa smiled dumbly, and then the smile slowly faded, "So, our future Duchess, because of doting." So that the young generation we have high hopes for has lost a chance to prove that they live up to the bloodline of the Manjush Sawa family? ”

The young man did not answer.

"Shut up in the firewood room, and don't allow their mother and son to see each other again." Duke Manshusava's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Yes." The young man hesitated for a moment, "Do you need to continue fighting for the feast?" ”

Duke Manshusawa shook his head, "Since the test drive was successful, His Majesty's eyes will definitely be on that place all the time. We can't move anymore, let the juniors play freely. It can be regarded as giving them a chance to prove themselves. ”

The young man nodded and bowed away.

Walking to a flower, the Duke of Manjushava stretched out his old but strong hand and pulled the flower, along with its petals and roots, out of the soil.

"The Manshusawa family has come to this day not because of the fame brought about by that long history." Duke Manshusawa seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Go and visit the bereaved ghost who dared to refuse to accept Manjushava, and see what our great majesty has in charge."

A dark shadow nodded and left the courtyard.

"Step forward and hold the knife steady!"

The bearded instructor walked through the neat queue with a young child's thick stick.

Although the late autumn sun was shining, there was always a sense of loneliness, and Fran stood in the middle of the queue, his movements were standard, and even the most stern officers were beyond reproach.

After a short warm-up session, the stern instructor finally waved his hand and motioned for everyone to disband. Amid the whispered grumblings of those around him rubbing their wrists and ankles, Fran quietly picked up the steel training swords that had been casually discarded on the ground. Place them one by one on top of a sword stand with small wheels.

It's a work-study job for him, and while it doesn't pay him enough, it makes him make a good impression in front of his instructors. At least the instructor will be a little more patient when asking some questions.

Some people whispered, probably because they didn't expect Fran to come back alive after being taken into the car of the Inquisition, and continue to attend classes unharmed.

"Furlong ......" A young man with a pair of glasses, who was as thin as Furlong and wore a pair of glasses, came from the far side of the playground and helped Furlong clean up the steel sword on the ground.

"Posen?" Fran nodded lightly and picked up the steel sword on the ground.

"Yesterday, Xiaomo, she was very worried about you." The young man known as Poson shrugged, "Although it has already been relayed, it is just a regular conversation. But her temperament, alas......"

Fran put the last steel sword on the ground on the sword stand, greeted the instructor, and then pushed the sword stand in the direction of the equipment room.

"Huh? What's going on with this watch? Wouldn't there be a noble lady who took a fancy to our poor and thin Fran? ”

Unlike Fran, Berlin seems to be very talkative, and he has been chattering at least since the first appearance. But Fran doesn't hate this, after all, they are friends who grew up together, and they know each other well.

"Nope." Fran signed his name on the equipment book, and replied with a smile on Poson's teasing, "Haven't thought about it yet?" ”

Poison smiled unnaturally, not answering Fran's somewhat abrupt question. After all, these days, because of that incident, the three of them have had a bit of an unpleasant quarrel.

"Let's go, let's go! Xiaomo will have a court dance in the next class! Poson suddenly raised his eyebrows, handed Fran a look you know, and walked quickly towards the door of the equipment room, "Hurry up, there will be no place if it's late!" ”

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the warm autumn sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, shining in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the young girls in dresses, under the guidance of the elegant teacher, raise their toes just right, revealing a looming white calf, and then leap lightly, like a deer in the woods.

However, there is not only one kind of fawn in the forest, some fawns have beautiful spots, and some fawns dance lightly, but the patterns on their bodies spoil the beauty of agility.

There are a few hidden and almost invisible patches on top of the worn dress, but even so, it is difficult to hide the beautiful face of the dancer. In every move, a unique temperament emanates, with the court dance known for its elegance and dignity. Even if it doesn't have an expensive dress, it's still the most eye-catching fawn in the entire dance room.

Mo Lin, known as a sick deer, saw two teenagers standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window. One person habitually lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. The other raised his head in high spirits, raised his right hand high, and greeted excitedly.

Looking at Mo Lin, whose mind was no longer in the classroom, with some headaches, the senior teacher who was second to none in the dance industry couldn't help but sigh lightly.

What a good girl, hard-working, talented, and well-founded, if you paint a shallow makeup and wear a handmade gift from a famous artist, I don't know how many young talents can be fascinated at the banquet.

But why do you want to mix with a demon?

I heard that the mechanic of the mechanical institute next door has quarreled with his baby student several times over this matter. However, the court dance teacher did not hinder anything, after all, she had also come from this grade.

Seeing that Mo Lin, who had been meticulous in training in the past, took a few wrong steps one after another, the court dance teacher sighed lightly again, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone to rest for a while.

A certain sick deer was pardoned, and before he could finish speaking, he had already reached the two teenagers.

He greeted Poson familiarly, but a pair of bright eyes kept staring at the demon with his head down. Fran looked up, just in time for the eyes.

It's a little strange, it's daytime, how can there be stars?