The heavy door slowly opened with the sound of footsteps, and Fran, with his slightly limp right leg, entered the Norton Pavilion with his head bowed, and the lights lit up as he walked.

The sick deer on the sofa looked up sleepily, and woke up from her daze with some difficulty, and the moment she saw Fran, the girl threw off the blanket that was hastily wrapped around her, and threw herself into Fran's arms barefoot.

"Franco, you're back......"

Fran quietly pushed Molin away lest she notice the bandage covered by her long black trench coat.

Morin pouted, a little unhappy, it had been almost a week since they moved into the Norton Pavilion. But this week, I have less and less time to see my two brothers.

Fran didn't see anyone all day, and often didn't even go to school, so he took a long vacation. As for his brother, he also spends his days in the library like a nerd, saying that he is studying some lost civilization. Although Mr. Housekeeper will come to pick up Molin to and from school every day. As she sat in the limousine and watched the familiar things around her go by, she always turned her head in excitement to share the novelty, but she could only see the other side of the car speeding by.

Mo Lin suddenly felt that the eighteen-year-old Olin in the autumn finally had some autumn loneliness. But Mo Lin knew that his two brothers were busy with business, and he didn't pester them delicately to accompany him, but occasionally, just occasionally, when he suddenly woke up in a strange room, he still wanted to rely on it.

"Nightmare?"

Fran reached out and stroked Mo Lin's little head, watching the little girl half a head lower than him squint her eyes in enjoyment, and suddenly felt that the pain between her chest and abdomen was not so strong.

"Not really!" Mo Lin enjoyed touching his head for a while, and then remembered something, wrinkled his little nose, and slapped Fran's hand away a little unhappily, "I haven't seen Franco you for three days!" ”

"I'm sorry, I've been busy lately......" Fran smiled helplessly, he had never been good at coaxing girls or anything, but Mo Lin was not difficult to coax.

"Okay," Morin chuckled, "then Franco should rest quickly......"

Then, she grabbed the blanket that had been thrown on the floor, put on her slippers, and looked down the long spiral staircase in the lobby of the Norton Pavilion.

"I heard that there seems to be a plane exchange meeting recently, Franco, if you have time, can you accompany me around?"

Fran looked up, and the little girl whose sideburns were a little messy by himself turned her head away in a panic, and only continued to say in a weak mosquito voice, "Dang...... Of course, if it's too busy, forget it......"

Fran shook his head, the test drive data of the feast had been almost collected, but there was some irrelevant data left, that is, his test drive work was nearing the end, but fortunately because of the test drive report he submitted about the party party. There are many researchers who have come to him to test some black box technology, and in terms of compensation, most researchers will be willing to pay a certain additional price, except for the inherent appropriation of precision gears.

For example, after participating in an extra-armor mind-synchronizing experiment, Mr. Sato, the person in charge of the experiment, sent someone to build a second-level mechanical laboratory in the Norton Pavilion.

"It shouldn't be too busy lately." Fran's voice rang out in the somewhat empty hall, "Tomorrow weekend, let's decorate the house together." ”

"Ah......" like a frightened fawn, then smiled, "Okay." ”

Fran nodded, "Good night, then." ”

"Good night."

Watching Mo Lin bounce back to his bedroom, Fran finally couldn't help it, and with a cold sweat on his forehead, he sat down on the well-made leather sofa.

The old butler walked out of the shadows with the medical box on the side, Fran waved his hand, signaling not to deal with it here, he refused the support of the old butler, gritted his teeth and stood up, holding on to the stairs, and climbed up to the second floor step by step. Then he pushed open the door next to Molin, and the old butler silently followed behind Fran, and reached out to close the door without making a sound.

Fran took off his trench coat and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his thin body wrapped in bandages. Originally, everything went smoothly in today's test drive, but in the coordination and balance test, I fell off the high-speed simulated train in a trance. Not to mention that he was covered in injuries, he was also involved in the feast and was structurally damaged. Although Mr. Moxiso didn't say anything, Fran could clearly sense that he was not in a good mood.

"Young master, the wound is cracked, and the bandage needs to be untied for disinfection." The old butler's voice rang out.

Fran nodded, took the towel handed by the old butler, bit it in his mouth, and with the old butler's not very gentle movements, layers of gauze were rudely ripped off along with the newly born skin.

Fran's forehead was bruised, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

It was only at this time that for the first time, Fran hated his resilience as a demon and was different from ordinary people.

As some unknown potion was applied to the wound, and layers of new gauze were wrapped around the emaciated body, Fran let go of his mouth, allowing the towel with the deep tooth marks to fall to the ground.

The old butler collected the potion in his hand, and carefully gathered the used gauze and towel, so that some girl would not see it all by accident.

Fran pulled a cold soda from the small refrigerator next to him, unscrewed the cap, poured the cool soda down his throat, let the sweet bubbles drown him, and sat down in an ornate chair by the window.

As if he had pulled at the wound, he snorted in pain in a low voice.

"Young Master......" The old butler hesitated for a while, but still put the medicine box in his hand on the ground and walked to Furron's side. Recently, Miss Mo has not been in a very good mood. ”

"Well, what's going on?"

"There is a girl from the Manshu Sawa family who has been unilaterally troubleshooting Miss Mo."

Furlong frowned. There used to be a lot of nobles in the Olin Empire, but in the end, under the torrent of armor and steel, there were not many left. Manshu Sawa is a special aristocracy of the old dynasty, this aristocracy does not take power or financial resources as the foundation of the family's survival, but is based on blood and inheritance, this strange aristocracy will not compete for power, after all, they were not very strong nobles at that time, to put it mildly, it was just a gradually declining aristocracy in the old dynasty, but it was the nobleman who had been handed down for the longest time at that time.

However, their ability to judge the situation is one of the best. From the moment the Emperor's armor guards dug open the gates of the old capital, the head of the Manjush Sawa family had already knelt on the ground and waited for the Emperor. As a result, in terms of meritorious deeds, this declining aristocrat jumped up and became one of the top magnates in the new dynasty.

However, since the death of the first emperor, the new emperor who succeeded to the throne does not seem to be very satisfied with Manshusawa.

"Why?"

The old butler shook his head, "It seems to be something outside the classroom." ”

"yes, I see."

Things outside the classroom, in addition to the feast, Fran really couldn't imagine that he could be targeted by the famous Manshu Sawa family, although it was just a peer with no malicious intent, but this has been a wake-up call for Fran.

"Where's Posen?"

"Young Master Posen has been busy with research recently, and he hasn't been disturbed."

Fran exhaled slowly, "So be it." Ignore those people. ”

"Young Master." The old butler hesitated for a moment, and then said, at this time, he did not have the calm and elegance of the past, but frowned, like an old man who worries about naughty juniors everywhere.

"Huh?"

"You seem to have protected Molin too well. No one in Olin can be a caged canary who doesn't know anything about the world. ”

"I know." Fran closed his eyes, a little tired, "But let her know about these things later, so as not to worry her." ”

The old butler nodded, but did not leave, as if speaking casually.

"Young Master, you seem to have changed a little recently."

"Oh? For example? ”

"It's more lively." The old butler stepped aside, bent down to pick up the medical kit, and said with a chuckle, "It's not the same as when we first met. ”

"So what was I like when I first started?"

Fran asked with his eyes closed.

"God......" the old butler thought for a moment, "just like the gods in the folk books, unkind, without sorrow or joy, and without any reaction to people's actions except for certain things, sitting upright on the altar and looking coldly at the world. ”

Fran chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be a second-year youth." ”

The old butler shrugged his shoulders and pushed the door open, "I used to be young, too. Good night, Master Francis. ”

Heavy doors gradually close, separating the interior and exterior into two spaces. Fran opened his eyes, and his magnificent purple eyes calmly looked in the direction the old butler had left.

Silent and silent.

But it has changed, since the first test drive feast, Fran has clearly felt that something has changed in some parts of himself, and it is not good or bad at present. It's just that as the test drive is carried out again and again, this change has become more and more obvious.