Your Royal Highness, I will eventually save you!

Litton subconsciously glanced at the past, and then happened to notice the three girls walking nearby, but fortunately, Litton himself was nothing worth noting, and Furnier was wearing a hat that covered most of her face. Looking from the side, one can only see a delicate white chin and a slender white neck.

Fournier lightly pressed the hat on the top of her head, as if she was worried that it would be exposed. Perhaps the uniform of the Royal Academy would attract some attention, but the three girls who passed by couldn't help but glanced twice, and then found out that Li Suddenly, the two of them seemed to lose interest immediately.

"A down and out noble guy has the nerve to refuse Vanessa's overtures."

"Probably because he thought that he would be inflated after being supported a little by Senior Sister Steele."

"You can't say that. He seems to have defeated Carrie, who is in the limelight, at the Royal Academy."

"It's a fluke."

The whispers of the three girls were very low, but they couldn't be hidden from Litton's ears. It's just that he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he was a little emotional. He was worrying in vain. Some nobles would find excuses to look down on them. Own.

For their mentality, Litton had a little understanding in his heart. A guy who has been downcast and looked down on for a long time suddenly rose up, there must be some inner imbalance, and he would find excuses or his weaknesses to look down on him. Take a look to balance your mind.

After half a sound.

Wait for them to leave completely.

Fournier looked up at him again, thought for a while and asked, "...Don't you seem to be very popular at Deep Blue Academy?"

Litton shrugged: "Isn't it obvious?"

Fournier blinked her eyes, as if she had taken over her favorite treasure by herself: "So, am I the only one who finds that you are different..."

Her voice paused for a moment, and then she suddenly remembered Steele from last time, feeling a little unhappy in her heart, as if half of her favorite things had been divided, she knew that Litton was hiding herself intentionally, He deliberately didn't expose himself to the public, otherwise, according to his ability, it would be absolutely impossible to remain anonymous.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, and it's time to go back."

Litton gently closed the books on the table. He could probably understand the content of the advanced knowledge on the structure of the stigmata on the books, and it was getting late, so he still had one thing in mind.

"I just said it last time. I'll call you Litton, and you can call me Furnier."

Her Royal Highness restrained her emotions a little, then looked at him with a slight smile, and said, "And I have something serious that I haven't told you yet."

Lytton looked at her.

After a while, he asked slowly, "What's the matter?"

Fournier seemed a little embarrassed, her clear eyes flashed with a trace of expectation: "Well...it's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask, after a while, both the Deep Blue Academy and the Royal Academy will have Will you participate in the competition of a stigmata constructor?"

"probably not."

Litton thought for a moment and answered.

He has also heard about the competition between the stigmata constructors of the Deep Blue Academy and the Royal Academy. It is said that the two academy's dazzling talents are selected as the focus of cultivation, and the Erlasli Kingdom will give a lot of resources, and most people will be excited , even as an aristocrat, it is very difficult to refuse this kind of resource tilt.

But Litton will not.

As a time traveler, there are a large number of treasure points and dungeons hidden in his head, all of which have been delayed until now because Miss Angel's strength has not yet recovered to the level that he thinks he is qualified.

Now that Doris' power has finally recovered to 20%, I should also start looting all the treasure points and dungeons, instead of competing with a group of people here to conspicuously show my technique of constructing stigmata, wasting time and Needless to say, it's still eye-catching.

Litton asked again: "Is there anything else?"

Fournier took out a small sandalwood box with exquisite workmanship: "This is the black tea you won from a bet with Grandpa Carlisle during your competition. It is a special treasure of his, and this time it is mainly for the purpose of distributing it. Half of you."

Through a small sandalwood box, bursts of elegant fragrance overflowed from the box. Just a little sniff, there is a refreshing and ethereal state, as if exhaustion has been swept away, very energetic.

Litton was a little puzzled: "Why do you want to share it with me?"

"Of course it's because you are responsible for half of the credit here. If it weren't for your credit, I wouldn't have tasted such a good black tea." Fanier seemed to remember something happy, she covered her mouth and snickered, and then Looking at him, he smiled embarrassedly: "I've given you something, and I'm going back to chat with Grandpa Carlisle, this time Grandpa Carlisle is also bleeding heavily."

She just stood up, and then, as if remembering something, she asked, "Mr. Litton, I should come to you again in the future."

Litton was stunned.

Seeing her anxious look, he subconsciously responded for a moment: "It's up to you."

Funier's clear eyes were bent into the shape of crescent moons, and the corners of her pretty brows were beaming with joy, and she smiled happily. At first glance, she looked a little cute and cute: "Then I will come to you again at that time, you Don’t go back on your word.”

She didn't give him time to repent.

He pressed his hat and went out of the library.

Litton watched her back disappear, then slowly looked away, and then looked at the small sandalwood box in front of his desk, but he didn't want to understand the intentions of the princess, but there are good things delivered to the door, so don't take them. Don't take it for nothing.

He hid the small sandalwood box in his pocket casually, but secretly put it away in the dark blue ring, and when he came out of the dark blue academy, he also put away the advanced knowledge books on stigmata structure that he rented from the library. Inside the dark blue ring.

"Having a space ring is really convenient..."

Litton stopped by the clothing store he passed by last time, and immediately caught his eye. The dress in a white shirt was placed in the most conspicuous position. Obviously, the price was a little expensive. Can't sell.

Litton no nonsense.

He stepped forward to tentatively cut half the price, but failed, so he had to spend money to buy the dress. Then he thought about it again, and looked at a maid's black and white long dress in the women's clothing store. Selling for 30 gold coins.

He is also a bit selfish from his previous life.

Hardened.

The 300 gold coins that were originally collected from the mercenaries suddenly shrunk to 221 gold coins. Litton was a little distressed, but it was worth thinking about it for his own selfishness.

......

Fournier came out along the library, but she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she paid a visit to the president of Deep Blue Academy, Charles Irwin. As a matter of etiquette, it is very important, otherwise everyone would enter the academy without saying no. If you leave without saying a word, you will lose the royal etiquette.

But just come in.

It happened that Carlisle was actually in the dean's room of the Deep Blue Academy. The two sat opposite each other, as if drinking tea, very quiet. It was not until her arrival that the tranquility in the room was broken.

There was no gaffe in Fanier's expression, she greeted calmly, elegantly and politely, and then her eyes fell on Carlisle again: "Grandpa Carlisle, why are you here?"

Carlisle said a little angrily: "You little girl agreed to chat with my old bone for two days, and then ran away in less than a day. I'm going to catch you back. My black tea is not easy to take."

Carlisle followed her all the way out worried about her safety. He knew this, but he didn't chase her too deeply, and gave her a certain degree of privacy and freedom.

Fournier smiled sweetly.

Carlisle turned to look at Shire again: "Old guy, I won't bother you here. I'll come over to drink tea with you another day. Next time, remember to use better tea to entertain guests. This tea is too bad."

Charles smiled kindly: "I don't have any tea here that can compare with your black tea."

Carlisle curled his lips: "Come on."

After coming out of the dean's room, Fanier seemed to remember something, and said softly, "Grandpa Carlisle, I will not participate in the competition between Deep Blue Academy and Royal Academy."

"Didn't you say you wanted to choose one of them?"

Dean Carlisle frowned, and then looked at her again, a little helpless: "I talked with me in the morning, but I regretted it in the evening. Do you already have a candidate in your heart?"

Funier's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't hesitate, but slowly showed a smile: "It should be."

Dean Carlisle shook his head helplessly and pamperingly: "Okay, go back, luckily you haven't reported this to your father, otherwise it will be a bit troublesome, and you can't play like this next time. "

Chapter 57 The only person I can trust

Noble area, villa

The night is getting darker.

Back home along the road, Litton looked at his yard. Because of the villa, he had planted some better trees in the yard. Cleaning, over time, fallen leaves have accumulated in the yard, and there is also a layer of dust on the blue bricks. He basically only takes care of it occasionally, so it doesn't look very sloppy.

Enjoying cooking and cleaning up are two different things.

but now.

The fallen leaves and dirt in the yard seemed to have been swept away. The fallen leaves were gone, the green bricks were clean, and the whole yard looked brand new at first glance, and Litton's eyes immediately brightened.

Push the door in.

In the room, the wall decorations were brightly lit, as if they had been meticulously wiped over and over again, and there was no dust on the tables and chairs. Litton was a little surprised, and then he happened to notice Hilarina, who was wearing a corseted white dress, sitting Sitting on the chair, a snow-white pretty face and white clothes were covered with some dirty dust and stains, holding a silver armguard in one hand, and wiping the dust on it with a white cloth earnestly in the other.

Good half sound.

She had just wiped and cleaned the dust on the silver-white armguard, and was about to put it down before moving on to the next one, but just as she put it down, she happened to meet a slightly green and handsome face, and Hilarina was slightly stunned. After a while, she was obviously a little frightened, and subconsciously leaned back, but there was nothing behind her, and she fell to the ground unconsciously.

Fortunately, Litton reacted quickly, and stretched out his hand to pull her delicate body, otherwise he would have fallen directly, but this was a bit too forceful, and he immediately pulled Hilarina up to him .

A delicate body of warm and fragrant nephrite clings to her body, and through a layer of rough clothes, she can still clearly feel the warm and delicate skin on the girl's delicate body. Come on, Hilarina's fair little face immediately filled with a slight blush, and embraced a man for the first time in a sober state.

Litton looked at her.

The restless mind in her heart was lured out again, but she was vaguely on the verge of losing control, and rubbed her ass with one hand following the instinct of her body.

"Ah!" Hilarina exclaimed, almost instinctively stretching out her hand to push away from Litton, a look of shame and anger gradually appeared on her fair face and she glared at him.

"..."

Litton came back to his senses slowly, and secretly scolded himself for being impulsive, but his face did not change at all, he stared at her shameful and angry eyes cheekily, and gave her a blank stare: "I saved you from dying twice in a row. Come back, if you really want to do something to you, do you think you have room to resist?"

Hilarina pursed her lips tightly.

Can't refute.

In her state at that time, if Litton really wanted to do something, she would have no room for struggle, and even her body had been seen by him when he was changing clothes. The chest cloth on her breasts was not removed.

But sobriety and coma are two different things.

Litton admired his own brazenness a little bit, and he disturbed Hilarina's thoughts: "I didn't save you for nothing, you owe me money, it's better to treat it as a little interest, by the way, this A suit is your overalls when you work..."

With a slight movement in his heart, a set of long black and white maid skirts lay quietly on the table following his movements, and then asked: "I saw it in front of the yard. You have been cleaning and cleaning at home all day today. clean?"

Hilarina bit her lower lip lightly, with a slight blush on her face, she nodded lightly: "It took a day, and the yard and some of the rooms have been cleaned up, and only a small part is left. room, I will clean up the room as soon as possible..."

She hasn't finished yet.

But Litton interrupted again with a loud voice: "Okay, let's stop here today, don't be in a hurry, and some things don't need to be overly clean, such as the silver armguard just now, just wipe it off. Not spotless."

His voice paused, and then he said with a half-smile: "I didn't ask you to clean up my house in a day, and you don't have to take care of your mother now? Speaking of which, is she awake?"

Hilarina seemed to be silent for a while, and then she thanked again solemnly: "She woke up at noon, and has returned home now, thank you for saving us."

If he hadn't come out to save them at that time, she might have agreed to the voice that had been lingering in her mind at that time, and even had a vague intuition in her heart, if she had chosen to agree to the voice in her mind, she would have agreed to the voice in her mind now. will embark on an unusual path.

Sudden.

Suddenly she remembered Blake.

Hilarina took a deep breath, but the cold killing intent in Qiushui's eyes flickered slightly, she lowered her head and asked, "Blake...how is he now?"

She knew that the death of a nobleman would cause a lot of trouble. If there were no accidents, Litton should not have been entangled with Black after he rescued them.

But she couldn't let her go so easily.

Her mother is already her bottom line.