The witch ladies want me to confess my love

"Is there anything to eat?" Fourier asked.

"Idiot, go find it yourself."

DuBarry made a face at Fourier and left the kitchen.Fourier took out the ready-to-eat ingredients he needed from the refrigerator, spread salad dressing on a piece of bread, put cheese, sausage and lettuce on it and sandwiched it with another piece of bread. He took a big bite, wolfed it into his stomach, and then I took a sip of milk and breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't mind, would you like to meet and talk?" he said towards the door.

"you caught me."

A button crossed the door, then the surging fabric wrapped in the heart, and then the overall outline of Enaya. She seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair was wet, and the water droplets fell on the light-colored shirt and became translucent. color.

Fourier felt that it was rude to stare at someone's upper body. He lowered his gaze, and after seeing two bare thighs emerging from his shirt, he focused on the food in front of him.

Soon, there was the sound of a chair being pulled open across from him, and the moist aroma of shower gel passed over. Miss Archer was already full of mature charm, but now her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were shining, making her look even more beautiful.

Probably because he has seen too much, Fourier's heart has no fluctuations. The same was true for Du Barry just now. Normally, he would not cause trouble to the other party at all. It is difficult for him to have desire for Du Barry, while Heizhen or Kiana are. It’s different.

To be honest, since Heizhen and Kiana broke into his life, the paper consumption in Fourier's room has doubled.

"I just happened to pass by and stopped to listen for a while when I heard you and Dubari talking. I hope you don't mind." Enaya explained.

"No, that's not something to hide, it doesn't matter."

"That's good, how do you feel now?"

"I'm very hungry. Besides, I'm thinking about what I can do to make up for the damage I caused and prevent similar things from happening."

"No one needs compensation from you, Fourier. Our relationship is not that raw."

Enaya pointed at her temple: "You know, I stayed somewhere in the past. After drinking countless potions and experiments on developing spiritual power, I gained something. I can hear you swinging your sword. When I face DuBarry or adults, my heart keeps crying."

"Did you say something nice to me?"

"Well, our relationship is not bad, but our relationship doesn't seem to be good enough for me to say this. Whether it's Du Barry or Sir Arian Hed, they have already understood your mind through fighting, because they are I know you so well."

Fourier didn't speak for the rest of the time, just eating silently. Enaya poured the carton of milk and drank one cup after another. After the young man filled his stomach, she crossed the table and patted Fourier's shoulder with her arm.

"I swear on Anais's reputation that our little captain (Dubari) has forgiven you. Go ahead, sir, blowing the night breeze on the balcony of her bedroom."

Fourier nodded, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and added "Thank you". Enaya waved her hand. Just a few seconds after the young man left the kitchen, the red-haired female knight Anais asked: "Why did you take me?" Do you swear on your honor?"

"Because you have no reputation, Anais... I'm just kidding. You are obviously worried about him, but you hide in the distance and refuse to show up. It's really not honest."

"I would never say that I am self-aware." Anais sat down on the seat that was still covered in Fourier heat. "You, Du Barry, are enough."

"I hope so," Miss Archer looked out the window, "All we can do now is to watch and bless them."

Arianne Hurd's room is also on the second floor, but the distance between her room and Fourier's room is almost the entire corridor on the second floor. In other words, they are at opposite ends of the second floor. Fourier doesn't know Did the teacher do that as a random arrangement or to avoid suspicion?

He reluctantly walked this way, hoping that the corridor would be longer, and then longer, so that he could have more time to mentally adjust.

Fourier put his hand on the doorknob and knocked on the door. When he heard "Come in" from inside, he turned the doorknob and first saw the big, bright and round...breastplate, hanging on the weapon rack. There are two scratches on the breastplate that Fourier made during the day.

Then there was the dress spread out on the bed. That dress was also worn by Arian Hurd during the day. I don’t know why it was not thrown into the washing machine. The drawer under the wardrobe was not completely closed, and the pink bra hook strap was exposed.

The owner of the room was sitting on the small sofa on the balcony. The moonlight gave her long pale golden hair an almost transparent texture. When she turned around, the halo blurred the lines of her facial features, mysterious and romantic... If she drank at this moment It would be more in line with your temperament if it was a glass of red wine instead of eating chocolate.

Fourier remembered that his teacher had a lot of martial virtues in the past. After she retired, most people thought she was dead, so he erected a statue of Arianne Hurd in the place where she was born, established a memorial day, and offered flowers and sacrifices at a fixed time every year. Taste.

One year, Arianne Hurd visited her hometown again and was deeply moved when she saw her statue. Later, she woke Fourier up in the middle of the night, sneaked in and ate the sacrifice there.

"Teacher, you woke me up in the middle of the night just to do this?!" Fourier said angrily at that time.

"This is a sacrifice for me. I'll be embarrassed if you don't eat it." Arian Hed's cheeks bulged like a hamster as he ate, "People's good intentions cannot be wasted in vain, as it will trouble others."

"They won't be bothered until they see the sacrifices are gone the next day!"

"Well, there are too many braised products offered. I prefer sweet ones."

After eating the tribute, Arianhard sat under his own statue. Fourier felt it was strange. These were rituals for the living to pay homage to the dead. The teacher must know that, judging from the frown on her brows, she probably recalled the memories. What a sad memory.

Fourier's comforting words were brewing in his heart, and he resented his lack of words. As a result, Arian Head raised his head and asked tangledly: "How should I inform the local residents that next year's sacrifices will all be changed to Switzerland?" chocolate?"

Give my inspiration back!

At this point in his memories, Fourier found that his memories alone were all gloomy, but from the moment he met his teacher, his memories took on color.He sat down next to Arian Hurd's chair, took a piece of Swiss chocolate and started tasting it.

"Teacher, I'm sorry to let you down again. I think this is the purpose of you calling me back."

"When did the vows start to loosen?"

"Probably after the battle with Archbishop Tianming...the golden crystal blade left the body for more than an hour, and the five crystal blades I used to use were also shattered. I had to reconstruct my weapon. Maybe the hidden danger was buried at that time. Down."

“Did He try to talk to you?”

"No, I just unilaterally followed Nightingale's instigation and then made a move that I regret deeply. Teacher, is there any room for redemption?"

Fourier raised his head and met the affirmative gaze in Arian Hed's eyes. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In his heart, he believed in his teacher just like he believed in Ichihara Yuko.

"What should I do?" he asked.

Arian Hurd laughed softly: "Then let's start with tomorrow's date."

Chapter 9 Letter-1

"Dating?"

Before Fourier could comprehend Arian Hurd's words, the woman grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the room. The wardrobe was opened. Arian Hurd casually took out a piece and put it on his body and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Teacher, you are a bit pretentious when you wear this at your age..."

Fourier felt his head hit, and the pain made him shed tears. He looked at Arian Head, who had an innocent expression on his face.

"Small-minded person," he muttered.

After saying this, he was hit again, and Arian Head looked at him as if nothing had happened.

"Teacher, everything looks good in whatever she wears...wait, it hurts, it hurts, why did you hit me again?"

"What are you talking about, Fourier?" Arian Hurd looked strange.

I believe in your evil!

Fourier originally wanted to be perfunctory, but he had to bow his head under the roof. He had to learn the routine of the cheating husband in the TV series to coax the clueless wife, pretending to be serious but actually very perfunctory, and pretended to be very serious. I reviewed the clothes and finally chose something relatively conservative.

Because he knows that if he chooses the sexy one, he will definitely get beaten again.

"But what does my question have to do with dating?" Fourier was puzzled.

"Please understand this on your own."

"You are not Miss Yuko, so you are so mysterious."

Fourier knew that once Arian Hurd made up his mind, he would not change his mind easily.When he was about to leave, Arianhe pulled him, turned to the front and held his shoulders, stood up on tiptoes, and the warm touch flashed across Fourier's forehead.

"I hope this can give you courage." Arian Hurd said, "When you lived there, you concealed your past, right? Whether it is your friends or enemies, they only know you as Fourier."

"Ah."

"It's easy to lie to an enemy... No, it's good to lie, but when it comes to friends, deceiving is a very sad thing. Fourier, do you want to be with your girlfriends..."

"Female friends," Fourier corrected.

"My dear student, have you ever behaved beyond the boundaries of friendship with them?"

Fourier wanted to say no, I was still innocent, but in front of the teacher, he felt that he could tell as few lies as possible.

"Yes, but I wasn't the first one. They used me as a side dish for themselves...I didn't inject them for fun, I just pretended not to know about it for the sake of their face and relationship."

Arianne Hurd was stunned for a moment. In her era, holding hands with a man before getting married would easily lead to a "slutty" evaluation (of course, after getting married, you can have countless men).

"...Little girls nowadays are really good at playing." She finally sighed.

"So it's not easy for me either."

"Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, Fourier. You must be feeling happy that you are popular with teenage girls... Don't be nervous. I don't mean to accuse you. If I want to If I hit you, you won’t be able to escape at all.”

Teacher, it was indeed you who did it before!Fourier said in his heart.

"I ask you, Fourier, can they die for you?"

"...Yes, Miss Alt and Kiana share weal and woe."

"You have realized it yourself. When facing someone who truly cares for you, deception is not protection, but harm. Well, do what you should do."

Fourier nodded. When he walked behind the door, the woman grabbed him by the collar from behind. He heard Arian Head ask: "Where is little Joan of Arc?"

In fact, this vampire is more than 100 years older than you.Fourier thought.

"She was assigned by Lord Rufans to hunt fallen vampires, and she has probably returned to Sufayela now."

"What a pity. The bullying at that time... well, it was quite interesting to educate her. I regarded her as my second student in my heart."

When Arianne Heder said this, the corner of Fourier's mouth twitched. He thought of the "education of love" that vampires received. Even if Joan of Arc was free, she would never come back here with him to be tortured.

"Then if nothing happens, I will..."

Fourier stopped again and looked at his teacher helplessly: "Is there anything else?"

"I'm a little curious. She was obviously the one who came first, but why did those two little girls overtake each other in the corner? Well, including Magician Kuro, on your side, it seems that the younger you are, the faster the car..."

Arianne Hurd put his hand on Fourier's shoulder with more force: "My good student, have you not been tainted by the bad habits of society and become a lolita control?"

Fourier felt a chill on his three legs. He shook his head in denial and escaped the fate of becoming an NBA fan.

Arianne Heder said: "In short, if you see Joan of Arc, be careful for her. Although I don't know what image of Lord Lu Fansi is in your eyes, but in my opinion, he is a complete villain, I hate him so much that once he sets foot in Freeburg, I can’t help but want to kill him.”

Arian Hurd is not someone who abuses his moral high ground. If he can be described as a "complete villain" by her and "can't help but want to kill him", he must be a treacherous and evil person.

"Teacher, I will kill him for you." Fourier said.

The young man seemed to have told a joke and succeeded in making Arian Heder laugh. She held Fourier's shoulders and laughed for a while and said: "The intention to kill is good, but this vampire is not so easy to kill. He can steal knowledge from others. And strength, compatible with your own body, it is difficult for you to predict what moves he will use when fighting him.

As your enemy, he is not bad. If you can defeat him, then even I will be impressed by your strength. "

After saying this, Arianhard finally let go of Fourier. After the young man returned to his room, facing the table with only the addressee's letter written on it, he gritted his teeth and sat down on the chair to continue writing.

He no longer wants to hurt the people who really care about him.

“Dear Miss Alt and Kiana, as your friend, comrade-in-arms and cohabitant, under the witness of great friendship, I must confess something to you.

Where should I say it? First of all, the name Fourier is fake. It was the name I gave myself after following my teacher Arian Hurd. It was used to hide my real name and cut myself off from the past.

Of course, no matter how many reasons I list, I have indisputably deceived you, and this letter is a small part of the compensation. I want to show you my past as a person.

Although I deceived you in general, what I said is true in details.I was born in an unfortunate family with two sisters and one brother.

The reason why it is called unfortunate is because my family has only history to boast about. They are surviving in a turbulent era. Although they are based on modern times, their thinking is still stuck in the past.Before the children of the family are born, they ruthlessly decide the fate of each person for the benefit of the family.

Before my brother was born, he was destined to be the natural successor to the family business, real estate, and human connections. After he was born, my parents invested huge resources in order to train him to be an excellent successor;

My two sisters were regarded as marriage partners. They were deprived of the right to inherit property. Instead, the property from my mother would be divided equally between them as dowry, so they studied in a girls' school since they were young, along with other girls with a similar fate. Receive all kinds of education to become a qualified bride;

And I am my brother's backup. If something happens to my brother, the family will not fall into the hands of outsiders because of the loss of heirs. However, when the astrologer accurately predicted that my brother will live to be a hundred years old, my obligation as a backup also ended. .

I have lost my use value. No, as a male, I am a threat to my brother's inheritance, so they are determined to cultivate me into a vulgar and incompetent person. In this way, the smart and capable brother is at an absolute advantage over the stupid and incompetent brother. The family There is no risk of chaos.

Sounds a lot like a scene from a novel, right?When I grew up, I thought it was nonsense, but these old stories still happened to me.

However, there is no need to be angry or sad about me. I have already taken revenge on them. Since they don't love me, I don't have to love them. Sometimes family members just let people down.The last thing they wanted was the division of the family property, and I dismembered the family through legal means and the connections I had accumulated as a toolmaker. In the process, I also got my own share.

As for my family?My parents should be living well, but they probably won't recognize me as a rebellious son again.My brother is the chief diplomat of the Roman Empire stationed in Palestine. He is famous in name, but this is just the end of his life. My two sisters have no property disputes, but because I got an extra sum, so they stay with me. Have a good relationship.

My eldest sister is married to a businessman family with the same power as mine, and the other sister is still waiting for marriage. If you have any single men you know well, please help to match her. It will be difficult for her to not get married at her age. Give birth again.

Then, back to my story.Before I was six years old, I was raised by a nanny. When I just reached elementary school age, with a sum of money and the promise of a position, I was sent to the home of a clerk in the family business to attend public school with his sons. School.

In the East, public schools are a guarantee of fairness and quality, but here, public schools are only established to allow the poor to receive basic education, so as not to become an unstable element of society. The real elites are like my brother. , all studied in private middle schools, with better education, better learning environment, and network resources.

If the poor want to touch the extraordinary system, they must either sacrifice their dignity or body, or rely on uncontrollable mutations, while the elites in private schools all obtain extraordinary powers under strict guidance and in a safe manner.

Of course I was not willing to be treated differently like this. The harder I became, I had to study harder and prove that I was no worse than my brother.But this made the relationship between my parents and me even colder. If I was really a loser who didn't want to make progress, then they might give me a little love out of pity, but after I made progress, I became a loser in their eyes. It became disgusting.

I still remember when I was in junior high school, they cut my living expenses, making it harder for me to live in that clerk’s family, who originally saw me as a cash cow.Of course, they didn't dare to hit me, so they could only treat me in a ridiculous but effective way - cold violence.

An adult might be able to deal with this kind of thing calmly, but for a child it was like the sky was falling apart, and my food was getting worse. I felt hungry every day.

Fortunately, there was a relative in the place where I studied in junior high school. She was an old maid. Although she was a bit psychopathic and only called me to satisfy her desire to play with her son, the lunch she provided kept me from going hungry. An African refugee, though I was still thin and sickly pale.

I had no entertainment at that time, and children from rich families would not play with me. Similarly, children from poor families also felt that I did not belong to their circle. The only people who wanted to accept me were some social bastards who were on the verge of dropping out of school. Poor people who have degenerated themselves and still feel good about themselves. When I see them smoking, drinking, fighting and getting tattoos at a young age, I feel that I would rather commit suicide if I lived like that.

Therefore, I studied harder and improved my life by participating in various competitions and winning prizes.I have experienced the indifference and suffering of society, but I don't hate it, because I know that indifferent people make up the majority, and among the remaining people, there are many more good people than bad people.

In your impression, I probably belong to the type of person who rarely eats fast food, but in fact, during my adolescence, I ate quite a lot of fast food.There is a fast food restaurant near the school. Every night, the kind waiters will heat up the unsold fast food and then secretly give it to me. This is a kindness they can do within their ability. I am very grateful to them. After I make some money, I will look for people who help me and give me a hundredfold return.

Some of them have forgotten me, and some of them have lived a different life, but it doesn't matter, I still remember these people who have helped me, and repaying them gives me a sense of satisfaction. I love the people who love me, and I hate People who hate me... Although I want to be as clear-eyed about love and hate as Mr. Alexandre Dumas, I still prefer revenge over revenge. Some small grudges, which were gritted and even unforgettable at the time, were forgotten by me when I grew up.