The wall lamp is faint.
The girl clung to the boy's hand, and the two were almost close to each other.
Body memory is long-lasting and sensitive.
Liu Yu almost immediately recalled the night wind and the condensed frost last night when he was entangled like vines and kudzu.
When the sweat dripped down, the heat and scalding seemed to burn through everything about her.
She felt the pain.
She subconsciously let go, but clenched again.
"Then we've agreed, Gaia," she said, "No regrets."
Leaning his back against the long ladder to the upper and lower bunks, the boy said "En":
"No regrets."
"When you give me the statue, this matter will be considered complete."
"Yes."
he said again.
The girl almost jumped up happily, clasping her hands in front of her:
"Oh Gaia, I really, really like you so much."
"So when do we start?"
"now?"
"Oh, no, no, no—" she was almost incoherent with joy, "I have to buy a carving knife, a stone statue, a pen..."
Gaia pulled her hand away:
"Belia, I should go."
"So fast?"
The girl looked reluctant.
"See you tomorrow, Bella."
Gaia took the lead.
His tall and slender body quickly disappeared behind the door, and the girl chased him out:
"See you tomorrow! Gaia."
Not long after Gaia left, the people sent by Prince Carlo also came.
She brought Princess Mary's new dresses, which even included two changes of petticoats, a mirror, and a scented lamp.
"Prince Carlo said, you need to use it first. He has sent people to purchase the things on the list, but there is not enough time. I am afraid it will arrive tomorrow. If you need anything else, you can also tell me."
"Thank you Prince Carlo for me."
Liu Yu took the things and let people go.
[Oh, Lord Louis for a while, Prince Carlo for a while, and this great Mr. Leslie, oh Baby, you humans are so complicated. ]
Banban spread her wings and even gave her a name without authorization.
She added some water to its cage and added buckwheat:
[Why is only Mr. Leslie preceded by "great"? ]
[When I'm near him, my heart goes "thud-thump-thump-thump," Baby, I think, I'm in love. ]
Banban Wings covered his face, Liu Yu actually saw in those black bean eyes... shyness
"Banban, don't forget, you are a male bird."
Liu Yuyu told it earnestly.
[What happened to the male bird? Don't male birds have the right to love? ! ] Banban complained to her bitterly, [Male birds are not as cunning as you humans! Babe, you asked him to carve you a statue! Mr. Leslie must never have guessed, Baby, you're impure! ]
Scabbers flaps his wings:
[Next time Mr. Leslie comes, I must tell him your conspiracy, you hope he touches you with those holy hands every day, and carves your appearance little by little, cunning! You humans are so cunning! ]
Liu Yu smiled smugly and slyly:
"That's a great idea, isn't it?"
After carving the stone statue, her appearance will be firmly engraved in his mind.
[Yes, Baby, you humans are the most shameless and cunning! ]
Banban shouted angrily.
"So, now you are in a cage, not a human being. Good night, Scabbers."
Banban turned his head resentfully: [I miss Nataxi. ]
Liu Yu really wanted to tell this unscrupulous bird the story of the three surnamed house slaves, but unfortunately, she was too tired.
She lit the aromatherapy lamp, turned over and fell into a deep sleep amidst the faint fragrance of roses.
The quilt that has been exposed to the sun exudes the smell of fluffy sunshine.
She dreamed that she had become a rose.
The rose has only four thorns, but it is always happy.
A little boy in a black tuxedo watered her carefully, he weeded her, caught insects for her, and he brought a glass cover to keep her out of the wind.
The roses grew up and bloomed.
She has also grown into the unique rose in the little boy's heart—
She is the only rose that the little boy has watered, caught caterpillars, and covered the glass cover. She is different from thousands of roses in the world.
…
Liu Yu woke up from the dream with a smile.
"Scattered! Scabbers!"
[Good morning, big slob. ]
"Good morning, Scabbers."
Sunlight poured in through the colorful windows, Liu Yu got up from the bed, and when he looked in the mirror, he found that the corners of his mouth were still curled up.
It must have been a sweet dream, but unfortunately, I don't remember it.
Wash, groom, change clothes.
Mary's skirt is a bit short, but the style is the latest in Solo City-State.
The big golden waves are fluffy and loose, the pure white tutu skirt choked with gold threads, and the white feather wrist ornaments, combined with a noble and lazy beauty.
It's a pity that there is no parasol, the wound on the hand, and I can't wear gloves—
When Liu Yu went out, he still had some regrets.
She likes to dress herself up and it usually brightens her day.
"Belia."
Standing at the door of the women's dormitory was a tall, thin and slender boy.
He changed into a white Xingyue robe that only clerics have, a wide robe, and long mercury-like hair. When his light green eyes "looked" at her, he reminded her of the star stepping in the memory beads. The gods of the moon-covered rivers and mountains—
"Where did you get this dress?"
she asked curiously.
"Master Bruce sent someone to send it, including those a few days ago." Gaia came over, "Belia... are you feeling better today?"
"The medicine," he paused, "have you applied it?"
Liu Yu remembered how he hid under the quilt last night and dabbed on the medicine, even though he was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush:
"Well, wipe it off."
"Does it still hurt?"
"... hurts."
"Want me… "
"No, I can go by myself."
The most important thing is that if this tutu skirt is hugged, the petal-like skirt will be crumpled, which will not look good.
Gaia "looked" at her silently, bent her elbows:
"Let's go."
Liu Yu put his hand into his arm, and the two walked side by side to the dining room.
"What will my dear Mr. Leslie do after fencing lessons?"
"Go to the temple to pray, and then go to the library over there to kill time."
"library?"
The library of the Temple of Light is the place with the richest collection of books in the Alwin Continent.
The girl smiled:
"Then I'll go too!"
Liu Yu was not allowed to participate in the strenuous equestrian and fencing classes because of "serious injuries", and could only sit and watch.
What she didn't expect was that Gaia actually "jumped a level" directly and was approved by Professor Marcel to take fencing lessons with the second-level directors.
"Belia, you—"
"—I'm with you." She interrupted him, "Look, I can't do anything now anyway, so I might as well go and see you."
The fencing lessons of the directors are no longer pure fencing.
It was only then that Liu Yu realized that the boundary between the golden knight and the angel in white actually started at the second level:
The principle is equivalent to the placement of arts and sciences in the college entrance examination.
Those with a strong physique and excellent swordsmanship, but not so clever in divine arts, will develop into knights of light.
The knights in the Temple of Light have actually passed the first round of screening.
Below the Golden Knight, there is the Silver Knight; above the Golden Knight, there is the Holy Light Knight—
The Holy Light Knight is only found in the Temple of Light.
Those with weak physique, lack of flexibility in hands and feet, but good at divine arts will choose to become divine envoys.
Under the envoys in white, they are not called envoys, but servants of the gods. They often have low magic skills, some have become bards, and more are sent to various small churches to preach. And above the angel in white is the cardinal, and above that is the archbishop of the temple—
"Then what if you are good at both fencing and magic?"
Liu Yu asked the director next to him.
"This... I'm afraid God knows." The director shrugged, "How can a person be good at both fencing and magic?"
"Why not?"
"I haven't seen it anyway."
Most of the people in Elwynn Continent are either physically strong and can barely shoot a bright bullet; or they are proficient in using various divine arts, but they can't even swing a sword.
Those who can do both can be counted on the palm of one hand, and—
They are all knights of the Holy Light in the temple.
"Then I'm afraid you will meet someone today."
Liu Yu pointed at the tall and thin boy who was being called by the professor, and smiled authentically.
She has no doubt that Gaia has this ability.
Even if it is a model, it is not difficult to slaughter a novice village.
"Him? Little Leslie? Come on, it's not a beauty pageant! He can't even beat the worst moto in our class."
"Motto, stand up! Show Miss Fergus your muscles!"
The audience burst into laughter.
A strong man like a small mountain blushed and was at a loss.
The professor looked at it with a smile:
"Little Leslie, Marce said, you're pretty good, how about you? How about you fight Motto?"
The directors booed:
"Moto, quick! Give him a good look!"
"Little Leslie, how about we have a lottery? Whoever wins will get a sincere kiss from our Miss Fergus, how about it?"
Gaia pursed her lips:
"not so good."
"Oh, little Leslie is not willing to give up? Then we will contribute one here, Molly, you go up, whoever wins, you also go up and offer a kiss."
A girl who was much smaller than Belia was pushed up. She had short blue hair and stood next to the hill-like Moto, looking very cute and cute.
She winked at Gaia:
"Of course, if Mr. Leslie had won, I'm afraid I would have no objection to doing anything else."
Liu Yu's face was almost black.
She just took a bite of her meat, how could someone be so impatient to share it.
after all-
Gaia won, there is simply no suspense.
He wins, she kisses him, and Molly kisses him too.
If he loses, she has to kiss that hill in front of Gaia.
No matter how you think about it, this is not a good deal.
Liu Yu even wanted to pull Gaia around and leave—
However, it is very rude to refuse to fight under such circumstances.
In this world, some barbaric customs are still left among the nobles.
When someone throws down white gloves on you and proposes a duel, either throw in the towel or fight to the death.
Those who refuse to fight will be regarded as cowards for the rest of their lives.
Therefore, those stubborn people with strong self-esteem have died a lot in the history of the aristocracy-but they have been praised as "unyielding" for their pursuit of benevolence.
Moto shook his chest muscles provocatively towards Gaia:
"Hey, sweet lamb, for the sake of beautiful Miss Fergus, I won't let you go."
Gaia stood quietly, his long silver hair fell down on the Xingyue robe. At this moment, he seemed too ethereal, as if he was not here.
He stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the long sword from the sword tower, and made a gesture of "please" to the other party:
"Mr. Motto, please."
The two moved almost simultaneously.