"Berkeley, you're again?"

Faced with the roses that filled the entire square, a look of disgust appeared on Hiro's face. She looked at the man expressionlessly and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The man didn't seem to care about her attitude, but came to Hiro with a look of admiration on his face, half-knelt down, and handed over the rose in his hand.

In the next second, he said affectionately in a disgusting tone: "Hiro, please accept my love!"

There was a snickering sound from the side, and Lance looked at the other returning students.

Judging from their discussions, it seems that they are no longer surprised by this kind of thing.

This guy named Berkeley is obviously a suitor of Princess Hiro, and it is clear that Hiro has no good impression of him at the moment.

"This Berkeley is actually quite handsome, I don't know why Princess Hiro has such a bad attitude towards him?"

"Mr. Berkeley, I seem to have told you many times!" said Hiro, impatiently, "I don't feel anything about you!"

"What do you feel?" Berkeley asked, bitterly, "how do you feel good about me?"

Princess Hiro said helplessly: "I'm sorry, if you don't feel it, you don't feel it, you can't change it." ”

Berkeley said disbelievingly, "Ah, I see, what you like is irises......"

With that, he took out a staff and tapped it lightly at the roses around him. This fiery red rose immediately transforms into a pale blue irise.

All of a sudden. The square under the White Pagoda is again filled with azure blue.

"How's it going?" Berkeley asked, looking wistful.

Hiro said unceremoniously, "If you don't get out of the way for me, I'll call my friends of the Autonomous Council." ”

Berkeley gritted his teeth: "Well, it seems that only the last thing can impress you!"

Hiro looked at him coldly, she was not in a hurry now, she was quite familiar with Berkeley, and she knew that he would not give up without doing everything he could.

Berkeley pulled a thin piece of paper out of his bosom and carefully spread it out.

The rest of the people couldn't help but laugh secretly in their hearts when they saw him do this. Although Princess Hiro is easy-going, her vision is very high. The lord of the city has made up for her several times the candidates for her future husband. She firmly refused. Berkeley's family is excellent, and he also has a good talent for witchcraft, and there are many female wizards in the academy who are willing to take the initiative to dedicate themselves. But in front of Princess Hiro, it is inevitable that she will have to suffer.

By this time, Lance had already stood up. Lean against other people. Watch the development of events from a short distance and not close.

He turned on Hawkeye. Look carefully at the thin sheet of paper.

In just a moment, he was shocked!

Because he could see clearly that it was a handwritten poem on the paper—and the most important thing was the handwriting!

Just when Lance was shocked. Berkeley had already begun to recite the poems on that piece of paper aloud.

Without a doubt, this is a rather beautiful love poem. Not only is the words beautiful, the artistic conception is gorgeous, and the poem also expresses the poet's love for a beautiful girl, Lance was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses.

At this time, Berkeley's recitation had come to an end—

"You are like a little bee under my umbrella,

Into my atrium,

So then the sour and bitter bellflower and pearls,

It was also brewed into the honey of longing. ”

After Berkeley finished reading it with a red face, he couldn't help but look up, but was surprised to find that the surroundings became quiet. The wizards who were watching all showed expressions of amazement.

Even Princess Hiro was stunned. The female companion behind her looked surprised, and the scene was silent.

Obviously, this love poem shocked everyone present. Their gaze at Berkeley changed immediately, and even Princess Hiro's gaze at him softened considerably.

"You wrote this poem?"

For a long time, Hiro hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice.

Berkeley's face was red, but he was already red-faced, so this knee-jerk reaction was not seen by the others.

At that moment, he stubbornly said: "Of course I wrote it! Your Highness Hiro, please accept my love! My love for you has been vividly expressed in this poem." ”

"This weekend, I would like to invite you to my Black Mountain manor for a vacation, of course, you can bring two female companions, how about it?"

Berkeley is also a person with good eyesight, and when he saw that Princess Hero had an intentional look, he was overjoyed at the moment, and struck while the iron was hot, and made such an invitation.

Princess Hiro hesitated, but agreed.

Berkeley was overjoyed, and Princess Hero said a few words to him, and returned to the White Tower with her companions.

Berkeley was excited under the White Tower for a long time, and he didn't react until everyone was almost gone.

He packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Who knew that at this time, a young face came over. The man nodded at Berkeley, and said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Berkeley, my name is Lance. ”

Berkeley was a little strange, but he was in a good mood today, so he smiled at Lance: "Mr. Lance, is there anything to do with me?"

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about – if you're free right now. Lance said bluntly.

Berkeley frowned slightly every day, but finally nodded.

......

Ten minutes later, in the Charizard Cafe next to the College Trade Square north of the White Tower.

"Charizard's coffee is the most outstanding. Berkeley said to Lance, "No sugar or milk is the most mellow." ”

"By the way, you said you had something to talk to me about, could it be about the business of the newly discovered Mithril Mine? If this is the case, I am afraid it will disappoint Your Excellency, and I have never asked my father about it. Berkeley shrugged his shoulders and said hello beforehand.

Lance shook his head and said, "I'm not here for you. ”

"Actually, I just want to know Lu Dao, who wrote the love poem you recited in public just now?"

Hearing this, Berkeley's hand shook and he almost didn't spill the coffee out of the quilt.

He looked ugly and said, "Who are you? What do you want? That poem was obviously written by myself, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Lance smiled slightly: "You and I both know in our hearts that the poem was definitely not written by you, at least the handwriting on that piece of paper is not yours." ”

Berkeley put his coffee on the table and got up suddenly, "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

With that, he turned to leave.

Lance suddenly said in a loud voice, "Mr. Berkeley, Princess Hiro will probably be happy to hear this. ”

In an instant, Berkeley stopped, and he turned sharply and looked at Lance viciously:

"What the hell do you want?"

Lance shrugged: "I made it clear early in the morning, I'm just curious about the original author of this love poem." ”

......

"Singer Woking, there can be no mistake. Lance left the White Dove Academy and headed north of the city.

From Berkeley's mouth, he finally got the original author of the love letter. As he expected, the love poem was written by Singer Woking, the terrifying puppeteer of later generations.

But now, this Mr. Singler is just a small carpenter in the Black Mountain estate. Berkeley, as the owner of the Black Mountain Manor, accidentally learned that Singer was good at poetry, so he specially asked him to write a love poem for himself.

Naturally, Singler would not disobey his master's orders, and Berkeley got the love poems and read them in a hurry, although he really didn't know anything about poetry, but at least read it a few times, and felt that it was quite touching. At this time, he learned from his subordinates that Princess Hiro was about to return to school, so he hurried over. To his relief, the love poem did a good job.

It's a pity that the handwriting on the love poem caught Lance's attention.

Because of his astonishing eyesight, he found that these handwriting were exactly the same as the so-called "Book of Revelation" in Dora's hand!

It has been confirmed from Rodriguez that the Book of Revelation is what the Grand Puppeteer wrote by hand in order to hoodwink the Quinns. The text above is naturally from the handwriting of Zingler.

Langston was ecstatic - he had finally found a clue to Zingler!

The rest of the story is much simpler.

He immediately rushed to the Black Mountain Manor.

As the son of the richest merchant in Carolan, Berkeley's Black Mountain Manor covers a large area, so it is inevitable that there will be some negligence in terms of defense.

Lance came to the entrance of the Black Mountain Manor, and with the help of the power of the sub-chip chameleon, it was easy to sneak in.

It's just that in a huge manor, it is still a very troublesome thing to find a small carpenter's residence. For this reason, Lance had to secretly arrest a few maids and valets in an attempt to find out about Singler. Who knows whether Lu Dao is unlucky or because Singler is unknown in the manor, those maids and male servants all said that they don't know what Singler is.

As for the carpenters on the estate, they were scattered in various places, at least a dozen.

"More than a dozen places, do you want to find them one by one?"

Lance glanced at it, and it was getting dark, which made it easier for him to act. It's just that once these maids and valets disappear for too long, I'm afraid it will arouse the vigilance of the wizards in the manor. After all, this is not a mortal realm, this is the holy land of wizards, Gu Wanlun.

Just as he was hesitating, a burst of fire suddenly came from the mountain road in the distance.

Lance's heart moved, and he immediately leaned over. In the distance, by the light of the fire, he actually saw a familiar face.

"Princess Hiro?"

"Didn't Berkeley invite her to come to the Black Mountain Manor for a weekend vacation?

Lance was puzzled, and secretly followed. (To be continued......)

PS: I went to see a specialist clinic today and decided to pull it out next week...... This time of update is unstable, forgive me......