"Very good, Your Highness, Lao stretched his arm straight, I want to confirm again, well, yes, that's it......"

Tails glared at his godless eyes like a dead fish in a hot pan, and raised his arms crunched as the royal tailor spoke.

"If it's a welcome banquet, I'm not inclined to the cuffs that are too majestic—bothering to straighten your waist and stretch your legs, yes—but the Count of Casso's request is very clear, you have the ...... of 'royal composure, princely freshness'"

Immersed in the "Prince's New Style", Tails was expressionless and hung up numbly, feeling that his life had lost the last bit of hope worth fighting for.

It was supposed to be his math class—look at Mr. Julio standing in front of the blackboard with his hands in embarrassment, but apparently, as the date of the welcome banquet approached, his "schedule" became more and more tight, and his schedule became more and more full, and the big and small affairs were still rushing to the fire like moths to the fire, so that he had to tailor the dress for the banquet in between the math classes.

Or, in Tails' view, a "preview of the royal family's rare animals" that belongs to the sartorial world.

"I couldn't catch up with your appearance six years ago, and as a result, you stood in the Hall of Stars in that suit, causing you to be underestimated by the dukes and counts who don't know the height of the sky. The new style that the prince is wearing is so good', cut, it's funny, I've been explaining for a long time, it's not a new work, it's just that the old style has been taken, I haven't caught up with the second prince's clothes, but who can say who's not, after all, you were going to appear as a surprise to the royal family at that time, and secrecy is very important......"

Tails didn't like the tailor's tailoring.

This gives him the illusion that his every move is controlled, oppressed everywhere, and unable to be free (as if he wasn't before), and this feeling is even more memorable and rich when his royal tailor is a greasy, powdered old man who likes to grow thick hair sets and thick hair oils on his head for a long time, and chatters endlessly.

"But I can guarantee you, Your Royal Highness, with me this time, you must be the protagonist of the banquet, even more amazing than Prince Saoirse at the wedding that year...... Sorry, I mean, it's more eye-catching than Prince at the bar mitzvah, and he looked like that back then, but hee, hey, hey, hey, hehe...... You know, that's not even my proudest work, but the best one is another royal wedding - why don't you have more broad shoulders......?

Daemon, the master tailor, gracefully lowered a bundle of tape measures from a plate served by one of his apprentices, and picked up a hard ruler from the plate of another apprentice who was trembling at the sight of the prince, and almost waved it as a baton to accompany his "small talk":

"Oh, yes, I didn't want to boast about it, but since Your Highness took advantage of your deignces to ask (Tails dared to swear he didn't ask by the name of Little Slickhead), I was too embarrassed to avoid answering. Well, that's right, their dresses and customer service are all designed and cut by me, ho ho ho, ouch is actually not something worth talking about, clumsy ...... After all, you know, my family has been tailor-made for the royal family since my great-grandfather's generation. ”

"At that time, Bella was famously beautiful and picky, but from so many tailors competing for positions, I picked his work at a glance...... So, after all, my family has been famous for so many years, and I am used to it, it's not a big deal, but after the work comes out, the tailors on the market always like to learn our style, and within a few weeks, the whole kingdom will be like this...... Hey, heh, sometimes they copy one of our mistakes and take it as a classic, it's really funny...... I'm not saying that we will make mistakes, Your Highness, but I feel that it is necessary to humble ourselves, after all, how many years have passed, our Damon family is still the royal tailor of the royal clothes, and served as the top judge in the costume design competition in the royal capital, relying on humility and low-key, humble progress, and conscientious ......"

Thankfully, someone saved him.

"If you can't count them all," said the forerunner Gover, who was watching from the sidelines (Doyle had been sent to the kitchen by Marios to help the servants carry lamp oil), coldly:

"The Zawak family, who specialize in tailoring for the Sun Sword and Shield Family, said: It only takes thirty seconds for them to measure. ”

Master Daemon felt like he had been bitten by a dragon.

He jumped up from the bench so hard that he almost reached Tails' shoulder, and frowned between the oil and the powder:

"Hey, boy, I'll tell you, if you don't believe me, you can go get a piece of Zawak's clothes, you can see from the stitches, they are heretics in the sewing world......!

Nicknamed Zombie, Glovo obviously didn't eat it, and turned around and instructed another young guard:

"Nehi, go make an appointment with the Zavak family right away......"

"Alright, alright!"

Master Damon waved his hands violently, wrapped his tools with lightning speed, kicked up the two apprentices, and then gracefully turned back, and gave Tails a greasy smile, his palms gently and tactfully in the air:

"Oh, your Highness, you can rest assured, like you...... With such a dignified appearance, I put on my family's ......"

He couldn't finish his sentence, for Glove, who had already led the royal guards present, unceremoniously carried out Daemon and the two apprentices who were trembling nervously for half of the lesson.

Tails stepped off his tiptoe stool and exhaled into the ceiling in a daze.

He felt that the hope of life that had been far away from him had crept back tremblingly.

Maester Julio coughed slightly, drawing Tails' attention back.

But of course, he couldn't get back the little half of the lesson he had lost.

"You should be polite," Tails' math teacher held out his head in awe and looked at the ornate sample that Master Dimon had deliberately 'forgotten':

"I've heard that one of Master Damon's pitches is eight months' salary...... Of course, I don't mean to ask for a raise...... Well, for the time being, there is no ...... for the time being."

Tails was a little helpless:

"I suppose it's easier to marvel at a splendid garment for a stunning banquet than to marvel at it than to calculate the error of the annual saint-by-day error?"

The young and promising Julio retracted his envious, jealous and hateful eyes, and said pitifully:

"I can only agree with regret and regret. ”

Tails smiled and returned to his desk.

"Very well, Your Highness, it seems that you can understand and apply the concept of a two-dimensional coordinate system well to Vice-Bishop Lischer...... So, now that you can calculate the two related variables, it should be much more intuitive......"

Julio returned to teaching, with the syllabus in one hand and chalk in the other, wondering how to finish the day's content in the middle of the lesson.

"yes. ”

Tails looked at the graphs and numbers on the paper and sighed:

It is amazing that such mathematical knowledge was first invented hundreds of years ago by a traditional and devout theologian. ”

Julio's eyes lit up:

"During the reign of Sume III the 'Jackal', 'Saint-Richie' was not only a theologian, but also as mathematically accomplished as he was in his divine knowledge and philosophical speculation. ”

And the method you just used, using a geometric coordinate system to express the rate of change of numbers, was obtained by him to solve the problem of crowd evacuation after the city celebration, and it was included in the "Gonghai City Enlightenment Collection". ”

Julio's smile was excited, and he was glad that the prince was interested in this unpopular knowledge that many nobles scoffed at.

"I see. ”

Thinking of the theological class a few days ago, Tails couldn't help but sigh:

"It's funny that the Sunset Church, a religion where God is the supreme religion, still has such talents. ”

Julio nodded, but his expression froze, as if hesitating for something:

"Your Highness, this may be a bit arrogant, but, but I know that you have begun to take God, theology classes......"

Tails raised his eyebrows:

"You know?"

Bachelor Julio shrugged his shoulders and lowered his voice.

"I think you should, that, have a good relationship with the church, sometimes, you might as well ignore some small conflicts of ideas, you can save a lot of trouble......"

This is a strange thing.

Tails shifted his ass and leaned back in his chair, interested.

"How?"

You must know that the grammar class Bona Bachelor has an old-fashioned style, slow and methodical, but often speaks amazingly, choking a few Tails to death is not worth his life ("Your Highness, you, you are so, so anxious, get out of class, yes, yes, you want to go to the appointment, make an appointment...... Dating?").

In the history class, Gilbert took on the consciousness of the political class, obviously in a hurry, and the "royal family pretended to force knowledge" to make up for the class, but he could not resist the personal feelings of the foreign secretary on key historical events, and the lesson passed with gusto, causing the progress to be seriously delayed ("Ah, Your Highness, the wonderful time always flies too fast, why not add another class time today?").

Lord Monton in the nature class is synonymous with sweating profusely and an embarrassed smile, and the goal of the class has long been adjusted from the original grand and magnificent "Acting on behalf of the monarch to open the eyes of the world and persuade the lord to enjoy the wind of the world" to "Your Highness, this question you can guess first".

As for Master Uhlan's art lessons, Tails always slept deeply and sweetly under his melodious piano and sosuo brush, so he was a kingdom hero who saved the Duke of Starlake from dying young due to lack of sleep.

But, math teacher Julio?

Although he is an orthodox bachelor, his clumsy words are in stark contrast to his clever calculations, and his straightforwardness and simplicity complement each other with unfamiliar sophistication, which often makes Tails wonder how he got mixed with this fat gap of fame and fortune (of course, Tails later learned that Julio's father-in-law used to be a big man in the Department of Finance and Taxation, which is not difficult to explain why the latter was always able to produce clear and clear financial statements).

But ask him to say something like "I suggest you have a good relationship with so-and-so" in class...... Tails prefers to believe that the tailoring session is not over yet.

I saw that Julio glanced at the duke's desk a few times, and something was not natural:

"You know, there was a time when knowledge and research were considered illegal by the church, and mathematics, unfortunately, was the bulk of it......"

Tails' interest grew:

"Why?"

Julio took a deep breath: "Because there are some things, if you dig deeper, you will touch the taboos of antiquity and attract the displeasure of the gods. ”

The taboo of antiquity.

Tails pondered for a moment.

"And you believe it?"

Julio made an innocent shrug gesture with a helpless expression:

"Of course not. However, there must be a cause for a moment: the study of calculating the volume of liquids, for example, was once considered evil, and the proprietor of a pharmacy was once forbidden to use a measuring instrument......"

As his words began to become fluent, Julio realized something, and his face changed:

"I'm sorry, I'm not here to teach you history......"

"No, no, no, I'm interested," Tails politely raised his palm:

"Please don't hesitate. ”

Julio squeezed a smile a little bewildered, and after confirming that the prince was in a good mood, he spoke carefully:

"In short, hundreds of years ago, in the infamous Mbola massacre, the main cult sacrifice was a medicine merchant, and his superb knowledge of pharmacy was the key knowledge for them when performing the living sacrifice, as well as the geometry of the talisman ......"

Cult sacrifices.

The Sacrifice of the Living.

Characterizing the Talisman Array.

Tails raised an eyebrow.

Julio coughed:

Since then, pharmacy and geometry have become notorious, along with the legends of witches and demons and evil gods. ”

"What does that have to do with my theology class?"

Julio was stunned for a moment before remembering what he was about to say:

"Oh, thank you for that, remind me, I almost forgot the topic......"

"Anyway, at that time, the churches, including Sunset, were still comparative, that, traditionally, for a long time, the lives of the Bachelors were not easy—even in the Dragon Kiss Academy. ”

If there was a "long talk" contest, Tails felt that his father's mask guard should come out on top. But Yodel should not be taken lightly, because if it were a long sentence outside of his major, then Julio would be a strong contender for the title of champion.

If you add another "digression", you don't need to ask, you will go bankrupt and bet Julio.

Tails stared at him.

"Until people like the vicar of St. Lisch, who have ecclesiastical status and who are interested in expanding their knowledge, can carry out their research safely...... Thanks to their foresight, you and I are here," Bachelor Julio looked at the number symbols on the paper, his eyes gentle and pitying, like looking at his own little lover:

"Standing on the accumulation of predecessors, study these cutie formulas. ”

Julio took a breath, and his face became solemn again:

"So, Your Highness, it doesn't hurt to be good friends with the Church, especially when they are in full swing, even if your association with them may not be to your liking. ”

In this way, many difficulties are solved. ”

Tails looked at Julio with an unprecedented, intriguing gaze.

"What about you?"

Julio's eyes lit up, and he raised his finger and shook it at Tails as if offering a treasure, then pulled a brass-colored precept chain from his chest.

"Behold, I am a devout member of the Sunset Church, and an honorary priest of the Theological Branch of the Royal College, and I often go to the temple to pray, and I go to church when I go back to the country. ”

Julio's eyes were full of lust and show-off.

It seems like it's an achievement.

"I'm studying math in the name of God!"

Tails chuckled.

This made Julio's face stiffen, and he couldn't hold it in his hands, and he couldn't put it.

"Why?"

Tails coughed a few times to hide the laughter:

"Why did you tell me in particular?"

Julio lowered his chain of discipline and wiped his hands on his clothes before cautiously pointing to Tails' table.

"You...... I've been holding that book for days. ”

"The cover is almost handprinted. ”

Tails looked down.

Pressed underneath his scratch paper was the book "The Acts of the Apostles at Sunset."

Duke Xinghu was stunned.

After a few seconds, Tails pressed his head and sighed helplessly.

How could he make such a low-level mistake.

Is it back to the stars these days, is it too stressful?

In the Northlands, in Valhalla, Tails must be cautious to change a new book every day, so that it will not be easily discovered.

Well, the same can't be said either.

After all, Nicola's IQ is not to be overestimated.

"You're a clever boy, Your Highness," Julio said with some concern, "I mean, not many people can understand so many complex mathematical problems at this age, especially since you're back from the savage Northlands - no offense." ”

"And people with such thoughts are often unwilling to be resigned to boring theological preaching, faith preaching, I know, I have experienced it, but ......"

Julio pointed to the folded cover of the religious text:

"When you want to tear up a book to vent your anger, don't let people see it. ”

Tailsmore was silent for a moment, holding on to the fingerprints on the "Walk" that were clearly clearer than the previous days.

"I just...... Read it too seriously. ”

"Well, don't worry too much," said Julio, who was worried about whether he was interfering too much with the prince's life, bowed his head and said:

"Fortunately, the times are enlightened now, and in ancient times, it would not have ended well. ”

Tails scoffed.

"Don't worry, at least, I'm not too big or small, and I'm a prince?"

"Ho, more than 400 years ago, 'Alien' Heyman was also the eldest son and heir of the 'Ascending King', but he didn't blaspheme-"

Julio's words came to an abrupt end.

Tails' smile froze.

The room fell silent.

After a few seconds, Julio realized what he had said, glaring at Tails in horror and looking around in a panic.

"I, I, Your Highness......"

Tails grimaced.

"Master Julio, are we done with this problem?"

"Oh, of course, of course, Lord Duke, His Royal Highness the Prince...... We're not going to have a class, are we?" said Julio's expression, which made him cry.

Tails was silent for a while, then raised his head and released a smile:

"Okay. ”

Julio breathed a sigh of relief, and in a hurry, he picked up the textbook and left at a loss, not even remembering that the precept chain was still hanging from his clothes.

"That, Lord Duke, what I said today, that, Count Cassel......"

Tails sighed lightly:

"Gilbert won't know. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness. ”

Julio shrugged away.

"Julio. ”

Julio's back shook violently.

"Thank you too. Tails said softly.

Xu knew that he had said more things that he shouldn't have said, and Bachelor Julio, who was used to dragging out the class, was much more intimate than usual, and the class ended half an hour earlier.

In the afternoon history class, he had a rare time before Gilbert arrived to deliver "The Political Gains and Losses of the Blade King."

Tails sat quietly in his study, his eyes wandering around the cover of The Acts of the Apostles at Sunset, but his mood could not be taken out of Julio's words.

"Glovor, close the door, I want to take a nap. ”

The "zombie" at the door had no superfluous reaction, neither booing nor making a fuss, just nodding silently and closing the door casually.

Outside the door came his voice commanding the guards on duty.

In this respect, the Grove Pioneer Officer is indeed much more competent than D.D.

Low-key and obedient.

Silence is cold.

Never do anything superfluous.

Tails thought sullenly.

Probably the type that King Kessel trusted.

For some reason, when he thought of this, his heart tightened.

If he had to choose, Tails still felt that it would be easier to get along with someone like Doyle.

Why?

Tails sighed.

He looked at the empty study, grabbed the book with the secret, stood up, and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

The Duke expertly pried open a baffle and pulled open the shelves.

Enter the secret room in the study.