"Well, I don't want to go back alone. Do you want to come to my room and chat?"
Sylphy blinked, some emotion in her heart being stirred by the evening breeze outside the window, and she was about to agree.
But out of the corner of his eye he saw behind Alan.
There was no one in front of Rudy's door.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly glanced at Alan's door, then at Alan's face, and her face suddenly flushed.
"No! No thanks!"
With a bang, Alan stared blankly at Sylphy who quickly fled back to her dormitory and slammed the door, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.
There was no one in front of Rudy's door. He didn't go there to avoid suspicion this time, but he just ran away without even attending the dinner party.
Where did you run to?
Go to the appointment.
The reason is.
"There are two noble girls. Hehehe invited me to go and talk to them."
Rudy's lewd smile was the same as always.
Hilda, who had just finished crying and was still feeling sad, fell silent.
During the banquet, Sylphy, who was constantly being talked about by people around her and was being madly recommended the process, method and even the posture, of course she understood what "chatting" meant.
First of all, we can rule out daily communication.
What kind of daily communication needs to be carried out in the middle of the night between one man and two women, one woman and two men, or multiple men and multiple women?
If the studious Roxy were here, no matter how unpleasant the words were, she would still stand quietly by and take notes in her mind.
However, the passive Sylphy simply couldn't accept it.
But when she and Alan wanted to speak out to stop it, they both remained silent.
They found that neither of them was in any 'position' to stop Rudy.
After all, among the original four-member group, three of them are now single.
The remaining person was undoubtedly embarrassed.
Especially.
The people these three are looking to find their partners are all within the group.
There was no way to vent my anger on Master Allen.
What should I do?
I have to taste the feeling of indulgence. Even if I can't reach the last step, it's still a gain to touch it.
After all, tonight is the first time that "Operation Green Leaf" has been a great success!
Before leaving, he asked me to swap the reading and writing class in the morning with the swordsmanship class in the afternoon.
That's very Rudy.
Alan lowered his eyes and smiled.
Hearing that Sylphy had already gotten up and was rolling around on the bed, he smiled and pushed open the dormitory door.
Enter and close the door.
Lean your back against the door panel.
Exhale.
Close your eyes, then open them again.
The candlelight was dim.
But his eyes are very bright!
He took a step forward and walked to the table.
I picked up the knife that had been leaning against the table and had not been touched for nearly half a year.
Take the scabbard and hold it horizontally in front of you.
He raised his hand, bent his fingers, and flicked the scabbard.
Buzz.
The blade has not yet been unsheathed, but it is already buzzing.
It created ripples in the air.
The haze went away with the waves.
The sword intent is naturally clear and unparalleled.
[Oh? Is that enough this time? ]
Alan squinted at the scabbard, reached out, and gently stroked the handle.
'That's enough.'
[From the look of you, you don't just want to swing the sword of light in front of Gileno, but you want to have another "sparring match" with Gileno? You want to get up from where you fell? ]
[Swing the sword now to make a preliminary assessment of your own strength? Like the common Water God Style method, collect information and formulate appropriate tactics based on your level of improvement? ]
'No.'
[Oh? Or, like a Northern God Swordsman, you can circumvent, fight, find flaws, and counterattack?]
[That's fine. If the first strike fails, there's still room for negotiation. But even so, you need to swing the sword in advance to see how capable you are.]
'No.'
The smoke and dust danced as if they were laughing.
[oh?]
Alan smiled, and the scene of Gileno cutting off the blade with a knife a year ago flashed through his mind. He reached out and pulled out a chair and sat on it.
Raise your hand and gently place the blade on the table.
With a "click" sound.
He pressed the scabbard on the table.
As his words fell.
'No.'
'because.'
'That's not necessary.'
——
On an early spring morning at the Boreas Mansion, the sun rises from the horizon and mist lingers in the courtyard.
The morning breeze blew through the atrium, and the mist swayed, rolled, jumped, and rose into the air.
Then, as if carrying some weight, he plunged headfirst onto the courtyard floor again.
Strands of sunlight pass through the fog, making the scene unpredictable and unpredictable.
It cannot be driven away.
A tall figure pushed aside the sticky fog and paced in the courtyard.
He took big steps and the long sword at his waist swung with his body.
But before he reached the gate of the mansion, he stopped.
In front of me, in the mist, the figures of Alice and Sylphy were standing on the steps of the mansion gate, casting their eyes over.
Gileno opened his mouth to say hello, but when he noticed the direction of Alice and Sylphy's gaze, he was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the tree outside the gate of the mansion beside him.
In the sight, there is a figure standing against a tree, looking very relaxed.
The morning mist lingered in front of his face, his hair on his forehead was already wet with the mist, and a drop of water hung in front of his hair.
Alan.
Gileno looked at Alan and smiled after a moment.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Allen's waist.
There hung a knife.
A blade that hadn't been seen in ten months.
Alan walked over.
His figure was like a sharp blade, piercing through the mist.
"Kilenu, Rudy has something to do this morning, so please replace my reading and writing class with a swordsmanship class."
Gileno nodded, but just looked at the knife in Alan's hand. The vertical pupils unique to the orcs shrank in his eyes, and a look of spirit gradually rippled in his eyes.
She raised her head.
The two looked at each other.
Gileno's mouth corners raised.
"Today is the day when the sword of light shines? Although your silent sword was faster and sharper than that on the rainy night before October, I didn't expect it."
"You actually mastered the Light Sword so quickly?"
Alan nodded and glanced at Sylphy, who looked a little nervous in front of the mansion gate.
"Good luck."
Gileno didn't care about his words, he just leaned forward slightly, looking a little excited.
"Competition?"
Alan smiled.
"Competition."
The two men walked sideways to the atrium, their steps almost in sync, and after a few footsteps, they stopped and looked at each other.
The distance in the middle is exactly five meters.
The mist flowed quietly in front of the two people.
There was a slight inhalation sound coming from the side, as if it was a nervous inhalation. Gileno raised his eyebrows and glanced at Alice at the gate of the mansion.
This was not a sign of worry, but rather a deep breath that Alice took when she was concentrating.
She looked at Alice's expression, nodded slightly, and then put her hand on the hilt of the knife at her waist.
One of the three starting moves of the Light Sword, the sword-drawing slash.
It is still the opening move that Gileno is best at, and it is also the one that can best conceal murderous intent.
"Or shall we follow the practice of practicing the Silent Sword for the past few months and let me attack first?"
Alan grinned.
"good."
Gileno gripped the hilt tightly, and in a flash of thought, he suppressed the power of the sword of light to the holy level, ready to strike, and looked up at Allen.
His eyes swept past the left side of Allen's neck fifteen centimeters away, and then he lowered his eyes.
"So."
"Before the competition, I would like to ask Gileno for two things.
There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she slowly narrowed her eyes.
On the other side of the drifting mist, Alan did not even put up any knife holder, but just easily placed his hand on the knife.
But he raised his index finger, placed it in front of his face, and looked at Gileno.
"First, please use your full strength and the king-level sword of light. Do not over-refine your fighting spirit on speed or power just to take care of me. Just use the sword of light that Jilenu is most comfortable with."
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