It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"Anthony, didn't you say that you were about to get engaged? I'm still waiting for the day when I can call you a brigadier general."

The latter was startled for a moment, then relaxed and smiled.

"Maybe that day will never come. I found the true love of my own almost a week ago."

"Compared to that, small things like promotion are nothing worth mentioning...Although I'm still in the pursuit stage, I have this confidence."

"A week ago?"

"Fitili" suddenly thought of the report he had read, and asked quite surprised:

"Is it one of the newspapers that you and Adjani rescued in Xinqiao?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Fitili Hajie sighed:

"That's great, congratulations!

Chapter No.17 Belongs to Her Dinner Party

In the name of Fetili Haj, Ella transferred some of her projects and shares in the Paris reconstruction project to Kate Millier.

Prior to this, Ella had investigated the regional process that Kate was in charge of, and the methods used before.

She concluded that although the latter is a guy who likes money, he has a corresponding moral bottom line, and the acquisition method is relatively soft.

Kate has sufficient background and ability, and was once Fetili's friend. It is naturally the most appropriate thing to leave this kind of matter to him.

In exchange, Mr. Millier paid a sufficient amount of conscience, and Ella intends to entrust Fitili's housekeeper to use the money to set up a fund to help those children who lost their parents in the rainy night, or suffered huge losses due to the reconstruction plan of civilians.

And the girl that Colonel Dreyfus is pursuing seems to be a child of an old nobleman. Although marrying her will not help the former's status improvement, as long as they are connected to each other, Mr. Colonel should be able to use his own ability to break through the obstacles .

It's worth mentioning that Adjani Dreyfus seems to have a crush on the glamorous Fittily Hage someone once played, and she seems to have a lot to say in the face of this parting. The expression on her face even looked like she was about to cry at any moment.

This made Ella, who was trying to comfort her, feel quite embarrassed. After all, she was not the real Fitili.

As night fell, the banquet also came to an end.

Facing the carriage that was gradually leaving, Ella waved goodbye in silence.

"Aren't you going to tell them the truth?"

Faced with Ling's question, Ella shook her head.

She rested her chin with her hand, thought for a moment and then organized her words.

"What is the so-called truth? Fetili Hajie is dead? She has always been a dirty blood monster who hides her identity and gets along with them?"

"The truth will only hurt them again, not to mention that Fetili Hage is essentially just an identity. He is the Maple Leaf of Montreuil, a young writer and banker. He is a local aboriginal who lived in Paris since he was a child. Mr. Dreyfus and their friends are people who have nothing to do with the mysterious world."

"To them, the dead person was Abigail Cain of Enoch, another person who existed in another world and had nothing to do with Fetili."

"So... that person really just started another journey. This ending will be easier for people to accept."

Ling was stunned. When she and Ella were in the coffee shop, they only discussed the specific handling methods together, as well as checking and examining the information of the two people.

This was the first time that Ling heard Ella say such a strange thought, and it was not like what she would say at all.

It felt more like Fittili himself to Ling than Ella's words.

The short-haired girl couldn't help frowning, a strange feeling that made her very uncomfortable flashed through her consciousness, but she couldn't capture the specific source, and the girl finally characterized it as some kind of illusion or meaningless inspiration.

For wizards, not any inspiration is meaningful, just like the chaotic and meaningless dreams that ordinary people would have.

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After the guests at the farewell banquet left one after another, Ella found the elderly gentleman named Walter.He was the housekeeper that Fittili had hired before, and it was he who kept the manor running during the months when the former left.

Walter has a considerable network of connections, and now that Fittili is dead, he is the only one who can keep in touch with people who even Ira doesn't know.

Just when Ella was about to discuss the specific details of establishing the foundation with the other party, the old man suddenly hesitated, as if it was very difficult for him to make a decision before speaking:

"You...are not the real Miss Fitilli."

Although it was a question, he used an unquestionable affirmative tone.

Ella kept opening her mouth, her mind went blank, and she couldn't say anything she originally wanted to say.

It took a full half a minute before Ella lifted her confusion spell, and it seemed pointless to continue pretending.

Today, Ella can be regarded as a master of the confusion spell. She never thought that her disguise would be seen through by an ordinary person, and she even forgot to use hints or misleading to make up for this mistake for a while.

"Miss Fittilly...I didn't expect that, I remember that she used to disguise herself as a frivolous man in this city, it seems that you know more than I imagined."

Butler Walter shook his head, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I have worked for the young lady for more than ten years. It can be said that I watched her grow up. Her ability to disguise when she was young was not as superb as it is now."

"I know that Miss is hiding some things from us, such as collecting blood legally through a private clinic under her name...but that's it, I don't know as much as you think."

"You behave very much like Miss Fetili. There are almost no flaws. Normally, ordinary people will definitely not be able to see it... It's just that Miss, she doesn't have the habit of adding sugar when drinking tea, and she is leaving He left me a letter before."

As he spoke, the old man took out a well-protected envelope from his arms without even a wrinkle.

"Miss said in her letter that this will be the end of her journey, and she will return to where she should go..."

The corners of the old man's eyes were a little red.

"Sorry, I'm old, and this is the most unbearable thing. Although I don't have the position to say this, Miss Fetili is like my daughter."

"Your current appearance should be the real appearance of Yusuf Bell. In the letter, the lady asked me to ask for your help to deal with her remaining affairs, but those are mostly the same as your decision just now. Only There's a small, more intimate part that you haven't mentioned. That way, I'm relieved."

Ella nodded.

"It's the same for me. There is no one more suitable to entrust it to me than you. You can keep this manor and continue to live in a familiar environment, and everything will be the same as before."

Walter didn't say no, but Ira didn't see emotion or greed in his eyes.

"I will continue to manage it properly, maybe one day, the lady will want to come back and have a look."

No, there will never be such a day.

Ella swallowed this sentence back, and before leaving, she asked curiously:

"Sir, you just said that my decision is still missing a part compared to the letter. Can you tell me what else Fetili wants to do?"

Butler Walter was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"There is nothing to hide. Miss Fetili just asked me to send thank you gifts and compensation to every lady who has a relationship with her. She feels that she has deceived them in order to forge her identity, and she is very sorry for those people. "

For some reason, Ella remembered that she had seen portraits at the end of the manor gallery, and she felt that the reason for someone to make this decision was not as simple as Walter said.

For Ella, this is somewhat unexpected, she really can't think about everything like the real Fitili.

But for some reason, the girl with long silver hair felt much more at ease.

Chapter 18 Out-of-control Wei Er

Fitili's legacy in the city has been dealt with.

In the last week, from the perspective of the head maid, Annai, Ella has become a little lazy recently, and she rarely even left the Champs Elysees NO.30 mansion on her own initiative.

But in fact, relieving fatigue or even enjoying time with Ling cannot be regarded as the most important thing.

More importantly, the girl at this time is waiting for the possible news from the active executor—Ms. Detective Melanie Lafayette.

The actions of Val Farmigne and her teacher Ulysses Phillips behind her are the most worrying thing for Ella at the moment.

Of course, she didn't just wait blindly.

In addition to Miss Detective's channel, Ella has planted familiars in many corners of the city as eyes.

Most of them are stray dog ​​corpses parasitized by a single flaming spirit, or rat insects that are more difficult to detect.

Nobold's pseudo-god kingdom did give her a good idea.

Although Ayla can't share vision with multiple units like the former, she can selectively pick and choose the information they send to herself.

This method may be nothing more than a waste of energy when confronting the same strong, but it is quite convenient for dealing with some troublesome things.

The time was now [-]:[-] in the evening, and Ella's inspiration experienced familiar fluctuations. She noticed that some creature was trying to get out of the ripples in space.

The girl broke away from the guy behind her who was using her as a pillow and looked like a koala while sleeping. She reached out to the edge of the bed and took the letter from the paws of the messenger Beatrice.

She glanced at it briefly, Miss Melanie said in the letter.

Members of the Albion Brotherhood in the city have shifted their bases since the burglary.They stopped holding gatherings, stopped almost all activities, and even lost contact with the peripheral members placed by the executors.

Although Melanie has already grasped the traces of several of the dark wizards, just arresting the fringe members of the organization will not play a decisive role. These guys who don't even have a real grasp of magic have no way of knowing the high-level secrets. trends and plans.

Ella left the big bed to find some food for Beatrice, touched its head, and asked the latter to keep in touch with Miss Melanie.

The silver-haired girl shook the letter, causing it to be ignited by the dim gray flame, and burned into nothingness in mid-air.

Ella felt that it would be difficult for her to find Val's whereabouts in this city, and in two days she would have an appointment with Demetri Dalton.

It was time to see Kleist after that, and the vague sense of urgency made her not want to delay a day.

After missing this opportunity, it will become more difficult to find traces of the master and disciple.

Just when she shook her head and was about to get back into the warm quilt again.

Suddenly, a certain image was transmitted by a flame spirit parasitic in the dead crow's body through the host's dark red eyeballs.

After some meaningless information is ignored by consciousness, only it is retained.

But this strange perspective is like looking through the thick bottom of a glass bottle, and the scene becomes blurred and difficult to recognize.

Ayla could barely see a shaky figure dragging across the ground, most of the figure was covered by dirty blurred light and shadow, only the blond hair stood out.

"Is she Towering Famini?"

Ella instinctively sensed the strangeness. The posture of the other party was not the seemingly innocent and energetic rich young girl she was familiar with, but like a very hungry ghoul, dragging its rotting body to search for food in the cemetery .

This sense of dislocation made Ella unable to assert for a while that what she saw was the Weier she knew, but the aura shown by the other party did belong to the latter.

Cemetery...cemetery?

This thought made Ella wake up completely, and she recognized Farminie's area from the blurry dark red "glass", which was the center of the Montreuil cemetery, near the wooden house of Dmitry Dalton!

Although Ella didn't know what kind of power the professor who was at the same time as Kleist once possessed.But the aura he barely showed in Ayla is just a weak old wizard. Apart from being particularly good at alchemy, his combat ability should not be expected.