When a person says he wants to be still, it is often when he can't be still.

Chaotic thoughts are like dandelions flying in the sky, and every time you try to reach out and touch them, they will mischievously dodge.

The two adjacent courtyards were only a few dozen steps apart, but Allegri walked for five minutes.

He wanted to calm down and think, but he didn't know what he was thinking. Until the door, he still had no clue how the ill-fated female archduchess in the house would face the cruel reality of the roof. Will she cry bitterly, or will she be dumbfounded because the blow is too great? and how can I comfort her?

Allegri, who was in heavy thought, sighed in a low voice, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

"You're here?" was the first to speak, but it was Onisha who was half-leaning on the head of the bed. She looked sideways at the door, her long supple hair swaying and spilling on her pure white undershirt, messy and beautiful.

The expression on her face was as calm as her tone. There is no sadness of crying and tears, nor is there any numbness that has been hit, An Lan's former female archduke is as calm as water. What happened not long ago seemed to have been completely erased from her memory. Now in front of Allegri was a most ordinary aristocratic girl, leaning lazily on a soft pillow, holding a scroll in her hand, as if she was intoxicated by the love story of the knight and the princess.

Allegri was a little surprised and a little uneasy. Before this scene, his thinking was completely useless, and even his speech became clumsy, so he could only nod slightly.

"Sit. Onita put down the book, patted the edge of the bed, and commanded quietly.

Her tone sounded like a command, like a request. Allegri couldn't tell the difference. But subconsciously, he still stepped closer, but instead of sitting on the edge of the bed as he wished, he pulled over a wooden chair next to him.

Onisha didn't say anything, she picked up the book again, and browsed through its contents casually. This is a habit she left over from when she was a Grand Duke. At that time, there were too many texts to deal with every day, and she could only try to speed up her reading.

"Are you alright?" Allegri asked softly as she waited patiently on the sidelines until she had flipped through a dozen pages. He doesn't have many words of comfort, and this is one of the most commonly used.

"Didn't you bring me back?" Onissa glanced at him and sneered, "Do you need to ask me again?"

This sentence is true, for her physical state at this time. Allegri knew better. "Redemption" is indeed a magical ritual, and Onetsa's body on the verge of collapse is almost completely renewed, and even the lost longevity has recovered a lot. However, this process of improvement still needs to be consolidated for a while, so her face is still pale and weak, like a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness.

"That day...... It's me late. Allegri didn't want to talk about "redemption", so he was silent for a moment, and spoke with a slight apology.

"It's not that you're late. Onesa smiled, but patiently explained it. "It's that Nacini is going to take advantage of your absence in the valley to stage this coup d'état...... Of course, in fact, even if you are there, you can't change anything, and the power in your hands and I is all combined, and it is not worth a little finger of the Snowton Empire. ”

Allegri had to admit. She was absolutely right. But what he didn't understand was why Onisha could tell this qiē so calmly, there was no hatred between the lines, no complaints, only a sense of indifference.

"This book. You put it next to my pillow?" asked Onessa as she raised the book in her hand and tilted her head.

"It's not me, it's Illo. Allegri subconsciously shook his head, this pair of close brothers is best at betraying each other.

"Who are you fooling, Illo still has a hobby of reading?" Onissa shook her head, incredulous.

"That's when he was a child," Allegri replied, scratching his head, forcibly defending, "In fact, among those of us, he has read the most books, and he can be called a ...... of learning."

"You just did not include me in this 'we'?" But the focus of Onisha's attention was not on this at all, but abruptly turned to another direction.

"Of course," Allegri nodded hurriedly, "you can stay here as long as you want." ”

"Aren't you afraid, Nacini will be upset?" Onissa looked at him with interest, her pretty eyes not blinking.

"So I...... I'll ...... with him Tear the face. Allegri was a little impetuous, and even became unspeakable.

Onisha looked at him, kept looking at him, and then burst out laughing, shook her head, and said, "You, you, will never be a real king." ”

"I'm a magician. Allegri laughed with her, with some wry emphasis.

Onisha was stunned when she heard this, suddenly stretched out her hand, patted Allegri on the shoulder like a dragonfly, and sighed, "It's a pity that the magicians in this world are almost extinct." ”

Allegri couldn't keep up with her jumping thoughts, and before she could think of how to answer, Onisha lay back and said a little tiredly, "Allegri, I'm a little tired. ”

"Then you can sleep a little longer, and I'll ask Bai Ji to bring the food later," Allegri, who was holding his breath, hurriedly stood up as if he was about to run away, and added thoughtfully before leaving, "By the way, I live in the courtyard next door, and you can come to me at any time if you have anything." ”

The sound of his footsteps faded away, followed by a creak, and the door was carefully closed.

Onisha was stunned for a moment, then suddenly buried her head in the pillow and began to cry.

While...... While...... While......

In the small town in the middle of the river valley, a bell rang for Qingyue.

In the small hall on the south side of the square, a tall, thin middle-aged mage put down his whip and made a gesture of dissolution. It wasn't difficult for him to spare one morning a week for public classes. The handsome rewards paid to them by River Valley made these high-level mages even more motivated.

The young apprentices saluted their teacher and walked out of the auditorium in twos and threes. Except in the Herseus River Valley, there was no other place where I could hear the cultivation experience of the high-level mages with my own ears. This approach is actually borrowed from the relevant system of the academic school, but they who are far away on the island of Thurand should not come to claim any copyright.

Ventrov, who was sitting in the far corner, nodded hello to the mage who was lecturing, and then turned and left. is also a high-level mage, the other party naturally will not suspect that he is here to steal the master and learn the arts. Indeed, Ventroff was just curious, so he just took a lesson by the way.

As soon as he went out, he walked to the south side of the street to avoid the pesky sun. The young man passing by was discussing something with his companions, and his body was full of enviable youthful vitality.

When they happen to see the emblem on Ventrov's chest, representing a high-ranking mage, they will often respectfully get out of the way, and will even nod politely in greeting. In the town, the High Mages are one of the most respected groups, and many of them have preached for these apprentices.

Great place, really a good place.

The short and thin Ventrov subconsciously puffed up his chest and walked towards the public dining hall not far away. There, too, he enjoyed a dedicated table and the attentive service of the waiters.

Hey?

After walking a few steps, the necromancer's gaze suddenly froze. Isn't that kid who walks over to him Ados, who lives not far from him?

By the way, he seems to be a student of Allegri.

Thinking of this, Ventrov slowly stopped, waiting for him to come and speak, he wanted to get close to Allegri, maybe he would have to fall on him.

However, when Dargnan saw him, he was stunned at first, and then he actually pulled the little girl beside him and tried to hide across the street.

Master Ventrov, who was highly respected, was immediately not happy. You kid doesn't know how to be polite, what do you mean by deliberately avoiding the old man. He was a little dissatisfied in his heart, so he directly raised his voice and greeted him from afar,

"Ados?"

Dargnan could no longer pretend to turn a blind eye, so he had to go in this direction, and greeted him with a wry greeting, "Master Ventrove, are you going to dinner?"

"Well," Ventroff nodded, his gaze swept over the little girl he was leading, and his heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked, "Who is she?"

It's really a pot that can't be opened.

Upon hearing the news that Onisha was still alive, Dargnan was horrified. However, the attention of everyone in the field at that time belonged to something else, and he did not show any horses. After the others left, Afra suddenly clamored to go to dinner, and the two left the courtyard and went to the town.

Along the way, he inevitably became a little absent-minded, considering whether to report Onisha's matter to the organization. But Afra next to him wants to buy this and see that, and every sentence must be called "little junior brother", so that he will not get tired of it.

I can't beat and beat, I can't scold and scold, Dargnan really has nothing to do with this so-called senior sister. While barely coping with her, Dargnon secretly prayed that he would not run into acquaintances, so as not to be embarrassed. Supposedly, he knew no more than three or two people in the valley, and the odds should be very small, but Ventrov happened to bump into him, and what was more, he raised this sensitive question as soon as they met.

"It's ...... Afra," Dargnon glanced at the little girl who seemed to be smiling, trying to obfuscate her, "she's a student of Teacher Allegri, just like me. ”

"Afra is it......" Ventrov's face actually showed a trace of regret, he looked down at the girl, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and couldn't help but ask softly,

"Did your teacher say that you are not allowed to learn from other mages?" (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, 3000 words.) ）