"Calm down, all of you, and stop arguing." Ask didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
To be fair, he felt that it was Peggy who started the fight, because Nora clearly didn't say anything excessive, but the vampire girl started yelling and shouting for war and killing in a very fierce manner, which was really immature.
But Ask was a team captain after all, and on the one hand he would never take sides openly, on the other hand he had a vague feeling that Nora seemed to be trying to provoke Peggy.
Although I don't know how they got angry, maybe they are using their psychic abilities to chat with each other privately
He sighed quietly and pretended to be silent, so the two girls also fell silent and looked at him with slightly nervous expressions.
"Why don't you guys keep arguing?" Ask said helplessly, "I just remembered that the team's training plan for today hasn't been arranged yet."
He stood up from the chair and made a move to leave, but Nora and Peggy quickly held him on both sides, pulling his arms to prevent him from leaving.
What a joke! We all worked so hard to level up, just to get some favor after we get promoted, and now you want to run away and find another girl? That's absolutely not allowed!
So the two of them looked at each other tacitly, and immediately reached a tacit understanding of "putting aside disputes and jointly developing", and then began to chat with Ask.
…
Palermo, Norman Court, small courtyard.
Sidlifa sat there in silence, looking over and over at her axe.
Robert sat opposite her, intending to communicate with his daughter for a while... although he could only get responses like "um", "ah" and "oh" from her.
After so many days, the answer was obvious. If Sally's problem was not explained clearly, it would be impossible for Sidlifa to give him any good face.
So Robert smoked again, knowing that this matter could not be delayed any longer.
"The last time I saw you, you were still in your mother's belly," he said.
The effect was immediate. Sidlifa raised her head and looked at him, her light blue eyes slightly narrowed under her white bangs.
Looking at the faces that resembled Sally and himself, Robert was slightly distracted, but soon resumed his words:
"Sally and I lived in the Normandy region of West Francia at the time. Our father was called Old Tancred, a local baron."
"That period was the most painful time in my life. You have to know that in the Norman family, especially the extraordinary family, women and children have no status at all. A northern poet even said, 'Children are the property of the father and can be disposed of at will.'"
"Our father, old Tancred, was the only transcendent who reached Lv.5 in the family. Lv.5... is that ridiculous? But to us at that time, he was as inviolable as a god to mortals. When he got angry, we huddled in the corner and trembled. If he was displeased, he could even throw us into the prison of the territory and put us in solitary confinement - a euphemism for starving us to death."
"Where was I talking about? Oh, right... Children are the property of their parents. I don't know how you understand this sentence, but I guess you've suffered a lot outside since you were a child. Listen, you haven't suffered as much as your parents, because no matter how hard you make a living, at least you have the freedom to choose."