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Early in the morning, Draco packed himself up. He stared at Harry as he read a letter from a thousand miles away while dressing himself in a complicated shirt and dress robe. Just now, this letter was handed over to Bathilda by Dumbledore. Bathilda didn't read it and just handed it to Harry.
Therefore, even though they were extremely busy, Harry and Draco still had to set aside a person to read letters and think.
As today's 'Francis Bagshot', Draco's main goal is to look decent and elegant, but not too sparkling; as for Harry, he sat on a stool nearby with a troubled face, holding up his mobile phone. 'Look' at this letter - a large part of it is written in Russian! Why would someone write half-Russian and half-German to the British? !
German is half a bucket of water, but Russian is not even half a bucket of water. Harry has to resort to mobile phone software.
"You should really be grateful for your high technology," Draco laughed at him as he fiddled with his blond hair in the mirror, "Look at you! I can speak eight foreign languages. If it were me, it would cost nothing to read this letter. Awesome!"
Harry pressed the button and said helplessly: "How about you come and read the letter?"
Draco pointed to himself: "Then you will help me take care of my appearance and dress?"
Harry thought for three seconds and looked at the bottles and cans placed in front of the mirror, as well as the sparkling trinkets scattered on the table. For a moment, he thought he saw a woman's dressing table... so he immediately turned his head It shakes like the Whomping Willow.
"No, no, no." Harry hugged the letter tightly, "I'm a contented person - I'd better read the letter."
This process of getting dressed and reading the letter took about an hour - during this process, Harry looked up frequently because he couldn't understand how Draco was using those bottles and beauty charms, and he didn't understand how to dress up. Why was it so dazzling? He watched with his own eyes as Draco began to put hairspray on his head again, making his blond hair neat and shiny.
"Draco," Harry said hesitantly, "didn't we agree to keep a low profile...?"
"What, do you think this is high-profile?" Draco replied loudly in surprise, holding his wand, staring at the mirror and iPad, carefully using makeup and disguise props to fake the appearance of 'Francis Bagshot', "You I still don’t understand slytherin. This is just a necessary dress for formal occasions. When you go to an invitation from someone whose status is much higher than you, you must show your carefulness and seriousness so that the host knows that you are smart and sensible. guests, otherwise your impoliteness will make you a different kind of focus."
Harry pointed out: "But this is not the first time I have participated in an event initiated by the Slytherins with you. This was not what you asked for at that time." He still remembered that at that time, Draco just asked him to wear a dress robe, wear some brooches, and comb his hair. That’s all.
"That's because your status is comparable to that of the master. Even if you don't comb your hair, they won't say you're rude," Draco replied without thinking, "How can Mrs. Zabini's status in the UK be as good as yours, Potter?" Sir - you are the heir to two ancient families and a great 'golden boy', and there are terrifying forces behind you, who dares to offend you?"
Not even his father, Lucius Malfoy dared!
"..." Harry couldn't help but cover his cheeks with his hands: "Stop talking, your words make me feel a little bit bitter."
Draco snorted.
"So what was written in that letter?" He put on the outermost layer of his robe, pondered for a moment at the gadgets on the table, and chose a pair of emerald gold cufflinks. "You pressed on the phone. It’s been a long time, do you understand?”
"Um..." Speaking of this, the corner of Harry's mouth began to twitch again, "If I'm not mistaken, this letter only expresses one meaning, that is, if I want to develop in the UK, then I should go to Dumbledore for ideas. Don’t bother him all the time.”
"...ask Dumbledore about this kind of thing?" Draco said, "As if Dumbledore doesn't know about it."
Harry came closer and showed him the letter.
Draco took a quick look and saw at the top of the parchment, at the beginning, a sentence that could almost tear the paper, 'I assume you have a mouth!' Ask Dumbledore! ! ', and then a little further down, I wrote some careful suggestions and analysis in beautiful Russian... At first glance, it was clear that it was not written by one person.
This gentleman or lady, who was undoubtedly a ghostwriter, simply continued the top sentence to them in a plain and slightly eager tone: Mr. L.V. did not make a big move abroad. In fact, the other party's The pace is quite cautious abroad. If 'Francis' wants to stay peacefully and smoothly in the UK, it is best not to make a promise to anyone, because no one will boldly fulfill this promise for him; and if a low-key life cannot solve the problem of the other party's hand, then It would be best to return to Germany, where someone would properly accommodate him and allow him to continue his unfinished studies. And if he still remembers the agreement with his elders, then he can tell all his worries to the great Mr. Albus Dumbledore and let him worry about his beloved young student.
Draco: "…………"
He screwed up his face, held the letter, and chewed the last sentence over and over again, always feeling something was wrong.
"I always think that last sentence sounds weird." Harry spread his hands aside and expressed his inner sigh.
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At five minutes to nine, Regulus stood at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. He took out his pocket watch and took a look at it anxiously.
In front of him, many ordinary people passed by in a hurry, talking, reading newspapers, or making phone calls... But no matter how they were dressed, what their mood was, what age and experience they had, they could not find this street. There stood a young man in a robe and expensive accessories. He just stood there, unnoticed by any normal person, as if he were cut off from the rest of the world.
And just when he couldn't help but knock the soles of his shoes on the floor tiles, someone called his name.
"Regulus!"
Regulus turned his head when he heard the sound and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his friend who was walking from the street and said worriedly: "I told you last time that it would be more convenient for you to go from the fireplace to my house. How did you get here?"
In fact, we didn’t walk much. Harry, wearing a black cloak, stood aside and thought. They came over with just a brush, and at most they had to dispel the smell of sulfur.
"You know what's wrong with the fireplace," Draco straightened his collar and said, "It's rude to come to a guest covered in dust, so I used Disapparation."
"You don't need to worry about that," Regulus continued, not surprised that his friend had learned such a high-level magic. "My house elves will take care of it for you."
Draco smiled at him, then lowered his head and adjusted his sleeves, pretending to be very nervous about this invitation: "Thank you very much. But I think this is more polite... It's almost nine o'clock, how do we get to Gaunt? Sir’s manor?”
"Come closer, Francis." Regulus waved to him, then took out a snake-shaped silver jewelry, "Put your hand on it."
"So, it's a portkey." Draco stretched out a finger and put it on the silver jewelry. At the same time, he put his other hand behind his back and gestured to Harry. The latter quickly took action to confuse Regulus's perception, and then put his He also placed a finger on it, secretly preparing himself to be pulled away.
"Yes," Regulus said, "You should have used this before - are you sure you have encountered it?"
Draco nodded.
"Okay, door-" Regulus was about to recite a spell, but the door behind him clanged open at this moment.
Draco and Harry looked up together and saw Sirius in a formal robe running down the steps and slamming the door shut, shutting in all of Mrs. Black's screams and accusations asking him to walk properly.
"Wait a minute!" he shouted while tying his tie, "I'll go with you!"
Draco and Harry's lips twitched in unison, while Regulus showed a very surprised expression: "Sirius? Aren't you...haven't you always been unwilling to go? And you even made your father lose his temper...When will you come home?" of?!"
"Why, I'm not welcome, brother," Sirius said with an expression like he should be here, raising his eyebrows, "Isn't this what you have always expected? You said last time that I should win 'that lord' With my own eyes.”
There was something fishy about this. Regulus said 'that lord' with respect and admiration, and Sirius had the ability to pronounce 'that lord' as if it was a contemptuous name. This made Regulus wary.
But then he thought about it, this was indeed the opportunity he had been dreaming of, and the invitation sent to the Black family did say that the two sons were invited - such an invitation would be difficult to ignore the eldest son - so if Sirius changed his mind and wanted to go, It's not rude.
"Have you asked Dad?" Regulus confirmed to him, "Did he agree?"
Sirius grinned: "If he doesn't agree, can I get out of this door? You heard why my mother was scolding me. They know I'm home."
This is true. Regulus nodded, and then looked at Francis with some expectation: "It seems we have one more person... You don't mind, Francis?"
Feeling Sirius's burning gaze, Draco endured the throbbing veins on his forehead and nodded reluctantly.
"I'm not the host," he adjusted his expression to expressionless, and then said, "Since he has indeed been invited, you don't need to ask me about it."
"I guarantee that he won't dare to bully you again," Regulus leaned over and whispered carefully, "Don't worry, this is in front of that adult - although Sirius can easily get into trouble, he has always known the importance of severity."
Sirius' ears were very sharp, and he smiled brightly as he said these words.
Draco could only nod hastily again in order to appease his uncle's uneasy mood.
"Then, put your hand up, Sirius," Regulus called to his brother softly, holding the snake-shaped silver jewelry firmly again, "Just one finger will do, but don't let go."
"No problem." Sirius stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver snake's tail.
As soon as he touched it, he frowned slightly and looked at the snake's tail suspiciously - it was hot.
Harry exhaled from the side - he had just pulled the snake's tail and almost ran into Sirius, but luckily he let go quickly. He looked at the small snake and could only put his fingers on the middle part, and then pray that he could land safely in this situation and that his hood would not be blown off.
——This is why after arguing all night, they decided to let Draco take the lead in the fake identity. As a mutant, Harry has greater mobility, and if Draco follows, his magic is not enough to allow him to deal with various accidents.
Of course, Harry's rough acting skills and just beginning etiquette are also one of the reasons.
"Mentos!" Regulus shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the four boys felt a slight discomfort pulling them like a hook on their navel, their feet lifted off the ground, and they flew away from this place.
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Snap.
When Harry pulled his hood and dropped it to the ground, he found that this portkey was not as rough and direct as ordinary portkeys - except for a little dizziness and the feeling of his navel being hooked, it transferred very smoothly, as if The wind gently lifted the person up, and then gently put the person down. No matter whether they were in sight or not, none of the four people fell to the ground because of the door key.
He grabbed the hood of his cloak and stood firm on the grass, taking a few steps back cautiously to prevent Sirius and Regulus from accidentally bumping into him. Then he looked at the surroundings - they seemed to have landed on the lawn in front of the manor. And as soon as you look up, you will find a small palace-like white house standing not far from here. It is very large in scale and has a different shape. If I had to describe it, this building is not very similar to the Malfoy Manor mansion, but more like the small palaces in the court dramas he has watched.
There wasn't much time left for him to look at the house. Just as he was in a daze at the house, someone came out and said, "Good morning, welcome - your Excellency is waiting for you."
Harry turned his head and was surprised by the identity of the visitor. The shiny and familiar long platinum hair, the gray-blue eyes, the pale skin with almost no color, and the snake-headed cane - this is Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy!
Why is Draco's dad here?
At this time, Lucius was just a young man who graduated step by step - entered the Ministry of Magic - and got married. He had a handsome appearance and a slender figure, and looked very similar to Draco. He was wearing a black robe and several accessories that showed off his identity. He didn't speak too much or be polite, but nodded reservedly to the guests, looking distant, polite and courteous.
"I think this must be the young Mr. Francis Bagshot. I am Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy. I think you should have heard of me." He glanced at several people one by one, quickly passing by his wife's hall. Brother, then he focused on the only new face, as if he was looking at something. He nodded slightly, put on a necessary smile, and stretched out his hand, "To tell you the truth, we know that such an outstanding young student has come to the UK, but we have always lacked opportunities to meet. , which makes me quite regretful - although it is a bit excessive to say this, please spend a pleasant time here, which is what adults hope."
As soon as Harry thought about his reaction to his father, he looked at Draco with some apprehension, but found that the latter reacted much faster than him. He immediately put on a polite expression and nodded his chin lightly at his father. He was not afraid to say: "Your praise really makes me ashamed. The so-called excellence is just excessive praise from friends and kind kindness from elders. I didn't expect that it could also reach Mr. Malfoy's ears. If you ask me, I There is still a lot to learn - and I have admired the Malfoy family for a long time, and I have always regretted that I did not have the opportunity to deal with such a surname. I hope we can have the opportunity to communicate more in the future."
His eyes paused on Draco's chest: "However, I thought I would be lucky enough to see that precious gift given by the adults."
"I am so young, and I am only praised by others because of my little prudence and insignificant family background," Draco said politely, "How can I be so arrogant and openly wear such expensive things on my body and show off my shallowness in other people's homes? What? Such a gift full of good intentions will naturally be kept by the elders of the family. "
His answer was so standard and so fluent that Sirius, who was milling around impatiently, grinned - it was quite rare for little Francis to speak like this.
"You are worthy of praise for your humility." Lucius seemed to be satisfied with the answer and nodded. Then he casually greeted his two wives and brothers. After greeting Mr. Black and Mrs. Black, Then he led them along the road in front of him towards the main building of the manor.
Harry thought for a moment and decided to stay away, but followed them quietly.
"The master is meeting with some important figures in the Potions Association, so he entrusted me to take you to familiarize yourself with this place first." Lucius's back straightened, "Maybe Mr. Bagshot doesn't know yet, but I sometimes take care of some troubles for you. It’s such an important matter, so I’m familiar with this place. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”
-Are you a butler or a house elf?
Draco sneered, but a fire surged in his heart unconsciously - this was his young father! A father who is proud of his family name!
Sirius also sneered like his future nephew and said arrogantly: "It seems you are proud of this."
"Sirius." Regulus whispered.
"It doesn't matter - why not?" Lucius obviously had a lot of dealings with this brother-in-law and said calmly, "As your brother-in-law, I have to remind you, Sirius, maybe you think such a job is small and inconspicuous, but This also depends on the person. You don’t know how much work and meetings an adult has to face every day. If you handle it on your behalf, how many big people need to be negotiated with, and how many things you can learn from the adults that are not available in school. It’s completely It’s something you never dreamed of.”
"Thank you, dear brother-in-law," Sirius said with a fake smile and put his hands in his pockets. "Your teaching is really too enthusiastic - you know I don't care about your life."
"Sirius." Regulus gave him another look, "Watch your words."
Draco didn't join the argument casually. He remained silent and acted honestly as the most cautious guest, while Lucius didn't seem to care whether this 'distinguished guest' had something to say. He led the three young boys through the lush front yard, walked into the small palace-like house, passed through the front hall, and turned into the long corridor leading to the garden.
Harry followed behind, carefully weaving among some strange wizards - unlike the private manors he remembered, this place was more like a magnificent office than a home, although it had bright floor-to-ceiling windows and exquisite The walls and utensils were even decorated with flowers, but in this hall, some wizards were walking around holding documents or checking things with others, looking extremely serious. Some people saw Lucius walking with three boys and would nod or bow respectfully, and Lucius nodded indifferently in response. However, Harry could notice that although these wizards shuttled through some places on this floor and even came down from upstairs, none of them came out of the corridor, and no one walked there except Lucius and his party.
These people who should be subordinates seem to abide by a rule... they are not allowed to enter the garden without permission? Harry guessed secretly.
As soon as they walked into the corridor, everyone felt a sense of comfort: it is hot summer now, and although the UK is not a hot place, the wizard's formal attire will naturally be hotter, but as soon as he walked into the long white Harry could feel a cool breeze blowing from the corridor, and at the same time, he could feel his body temperature dropping rapidly - the thin sweat on his neck and back slowly disappeared as a result.
But this does not mean that the weather here is cloudy. On the contrary, through the corridor, you can see that a vast, well-manicured, and extremely bright building is bathed in the sun, shining like emeralds. And Harry could hardly suppress his eyes widening because he discovered that although there was a huge rose garden visible in the distance, there were an extremely large number of lilies planted in the courtyard closest to the house. Each flower is in full bloom, white and shiny.
Even Harry knew that lilies were not a garden flower favored by nobles. In other words, this flower appeared here probably out of preference.
So, a famous Slytherin descendant, a famous Dark Lord... likes lilies?
And Draco's expression was also a little subtle.
"It's a very beautiful garden," he pretended to admire it very much. "There must be weather magic here to maintain such a comfortable environment and temperature."
"That's right," young Lucius raised his head slightly, pretending to be casual, "My lord loves lilies very much. In order for these little things to grow freely, my lord has specially adjusted the weather magic in the manor to make it more suitable for the growth of lilies. And rest in your spare time." He pointed casually, "I can kindly give you some advice. Although adults love lilies, they usually entertain guests in the garden where roses grow. If you accidentally get lost, it's best to Don't look for people who can help you where there are lilies, because under normal circumstances, adults do not allow others to come in here freely, even hired male servants."
"But we are walking here," Regulus said in surprise, "doesn't this offend the lord."
Draco also had an uneasy look on his face, only Sirius, although he walked very standardly, the expression on his face showed that he didn't care at all.
"It is precisely because my lord values young students like you very much," Lucius said calmly, "that's why you are specially allowed to see him from here - this is also the shortest way to my lord's study. So, follow me, you guys Wouldn’t want to get lost here.”
Draco mentally rolled his eyes - how could a man who treated me like a human being expect me to be grateful for allowing me to enter through his favorite doggy door?
"Are we heading to the study?" Although he felt extremely unhappy, he still pretended to be surprised and said, "Is this a little inappropriate and too rude? We can wait in the lobby."
Regulus nodded as well, he was always so cautious and careful.
"As long as your Excellency sees fit." Lucius replied with an implicit sense of superiority like a humble servant.
Seeing his father acting so naturally, Draco felt like the air was stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out. It was even nauseating. His expression couldn't even maintain the transformation magic on his face for a moment - -If anyone could look at him carefully, they would find that he was clenching his teeth and trembling slightly.
But this didn't last long. He soon felt his clenched left hand being gently squeezed, patted soothingly, and even squeezed inquiringly - damn Harry Xavier was his. What are the hands, a screaming chicken?
Draco shook his head minimally, indicating that he could hold on.
"I heard Dad said that this land is too close to the sea," I don't know if it was intentional or not. Sirius walked in the front, blocking the two boys from behind. He said to Lucius casually, "So the land nearby It's not very suitable for a manor, because the output of various crops is problematic. But now it seems that our great 'lord' won't care about this - I think there must be a few rooms here to see Ocean view?”
"Look what you are talking about, Sirius." Lucius's attitude towards his brother-in-law was not so good. "Why do you care about that? If there is a need, it is not impossible to use magic to transform the land here. "
Sirius whistled: "Just say it."
"Remember to maintain your dignity as the eldest son in front of that adult," Lucius reminded him because of his wife's face, "Don't let Regulus smooth things over for you."
Sirius didn't appreciate it and made a face at him, which made him snort, turn his head and say nothing more.
After passing through the long marble corridor and going up a flight of stairs, they finally arrived at a white door. Lucius knocked politely, and then the door opened by itself, and Draco and Harry almost Suddenly he saw the man facing the door, standing behind a wide desk and a group of old men in robes.
"Oh, Lucius, it seems that you have helped me bring the young guests here. That's very good." The handsome man wearing only a shirt and a black suit vest clapped his hands, loosened his scarf, and said to him as he entered the room The boys showed a pleasant smile, "Welcome, kids! However, it's not lunch time yet, and I still have something to do. Lucius, please take care of our new guests for me."
Harry noticed that just as the man smiled, the old men with big beards and black robes holding parchments looked relieved.
"Respect your will." Lucius bowed gracefully, walked towards a door in the room with familiarity - it looked like a large suite - and whispered to the boys behind him: "Follow me, I The house elves have prepared refreshments, you can take a rest."
The two Black boys, whether reluctantly or not, obeyed their parents' instructions and bowed untidyly to the man to show respect; as for Draco, he bowed along with Regulus and couldn't restrain himself from bowing his head. His eyes widened, and he still didn't come back to his senses until he followed his young father into the rest room. Before entering, he couldn't help but take a sneak look.
Man - yes, that was a man, not a noseless monster. When Harry told him about the 'man' YKH, he just drew a superficial shadow in his mind and put it on the face of any man, ordinary or even ugly, wearing expensive robes or something, because for Merlin's sake , the first time he saw the legendary YKW was a monster with no hair, no nose, and even no body!
But the man standing in front of several old men was very different from ordinary people, and he looked very young - he seemed to be only about thirty years old, as if he had just grown from youth into a man, and every move he made had a certain He has a mature and elegant taste; he is not like the monster without a single hair and blurred facial features, but with very thick black hair, extremely handsome appearance, and a pair of red eyes that can capture people's hearts.
He is not as tall and powerful as a Quidditch star, but the figure outlined by his shirt and vest is at an enviable level. If there was an artist here, he might be willing to use a good piece of marble to create a great Dark Lord. statue.
Is this that person? Is this that person? !
For a second, Draco felt that he might have wrongly blamed his aunt. She might not be a pure madman - if a powerful madman had such an appearance, no wonder so many people were willing to work for him.
Harry couldn't help but push him from behind - he couldn't stop walking when he was dazed!
Then, he quietly followed Draco and the others into the lounge.
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This room seems to have been designed for rest. There are not too many expensive decorations, and it is even considered simple compared to the outside room. The indoor light is bright, and you can directly see the garden from the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are bookshelves on one wall and some very exquisite gadgets. There is also a large set of sofas made of soft materials. The embroidery is not gorgeous, but it has a nice touch. But very good. When Sirius sat down first, he let out a sigh of comfort. Regulus couldn't help but glare at his brother, hoping that he would sit down.
Lucius was not in a hurry to sit down and rest, but pointed to the wall towards Draco: "My Lord said that he put some very interesting books and manuscripts here. If you are a little bored waiting, you can browse the bookshelf at will. Everything." He gave Draco a meaningful smile again, "Of course some of the books here are not in English, and they may be a bit obscure to read, but I think this is not a problem. If you are careful, you can definitely learn it even if the time is short. Something gained - my lordship hopes that this will compensate for his less than perfect reception."
"Thank you Mr. Gaunt for your generosity and kindness," Draco said. "If such hospitality is not perfect, then others may be embarrassed."
Lucius nodded and handed over a rattle: "I have other things to do first. If you need anything, you can summon the house elves."
After saying that, he glared warningly at Sirius who was sitting idly, returned to the alienating look that Draco was familiar with, and walked out with his head held high. Before he closed the door, Harry, who was standing by the bookshelf, vaguely heard the old men outside discussing the improvement of the composition of a certain potion ingredient...
But soon, his eyes were attracted by the bookshelf: he had never seen any of the books on it!
For Ravenclaw, this is a great temptation!
Draco also walked over, looking at every book on the bookshelf - he always had to maintain his persona.
"If you're interested, just take a book and sit down and read it, Francis," Regulus greeted. "Have something to drink. Do you want tea or juice?"
Sirius jumped up after Lucius went out and wandered around the room. He looked around at the furnishings and the scenery outside the window, opened the window to breathe in the fresh air, and then wandered over to 'Little Francis' as if he had already planned.
"Is there a book you want to read here?" he asked as he approached the boy.
Draco glanced at him, acting like he didn't want to talk to you.
Sirius wasn't angry either. He just stayed next to the boy, turning his head around to see if there was anything of interest.
It didn't take long for him to discover something.
"Who is this?"
He walked to the wall next to him with interest and said. Draco and Draco turned their heads as he called, and found two gold picture frames there, one was empty, the other was motionless, with a picture of a person whose face could not be seen clearly, and his face was covered by a black curtain. man.
The man in the painting sat quietly on a velvet chair, with his hands folded on his knees, holding a strange-looking wand that seemed familiar.
"Strange painting," Sirius shouted. "What's the use of a portrait if you can't even see the face?"
"If I were you, I would not say such things in the master's house." A fifth person's voice suddenly appeared in the house. Everyone was startled and turned their heads together to find that another empty portrait suddenly appeared. He said to a man, "And you, the Black boy, had better keep your mouth shut in front of others."
After saying that, the young man with long platinum hair and gray-blue eyes smiled lazily and yawned.
He appeared so lightly, but when Harry saw him, he almost screamed, and Draco's hand shook and he almost dropped the book in his hand.
They had seen this man before, in the portrait room at Malfoy Manor!
He is Draco's grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy! !
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YKW refers to the mysterious person, you know who. A rough translation is you know who.
Let me make a statement about one thing first: Because a long time ago, I used to randomly find pictures to make covers on the Internet, so I have always had this habit. However, I later learned that this approach (especially for painters) is actually wrong. I have always wanted to find time to change the cover. The reason I have been putting off changing it until now is not because JJ is correcting it, but because I am procrastinating. I have been drafting for a long time and have not finished it. I just recently finished it in one go. It replaces (.
I made a mistake in this regard, so please don’t learn from me.
I saw in the comment area that some people felt that the plot was a bit watered down recently, too slow, so I thought about it for a long time alone, and decided to slow down the pace of updates. I would rather go slower, but write more at a time, and the rhythm of the plot I have to speed up, otherwise I really can’t get over this hurdle in my heart. I’ve been at home for too long, and I’ve been a little too sensitive recently. I feel...
Alas, I’m not happy about the heavy plot, but I feel anxious if I don’t update other articles.
I think I really need to travel when the epidemic is over. I am immersed in an endless cycle of self-reflection every day. Recently, I have been quarreling with my family every day, so I took it easy for a few days and tried to be in a better mood before writing an update...
I want to bring you a fulfilling and reasonable story...
ps: Let me ask an unrelated question. For those of you who have obtained the Jiansan test server activation code (if any), how long will this home test last? I want to borrow a friend’s account to build a house but I don’t know. How long can I play? I only like to watch the scenery and not fight. I don’t know when the general version will be updated... It is said that the home account of the test server will be opened by that time.
pss: I was shocked today. I accidentally withdrew my royalties into jj coins. I almost thought that it would be wasted. Later, I searched and found that I can exchange it back by writing a negative number in the exchange point. Everyone can learn from this. If you accidentally and I can do the same thing (but only qy authors can withdraw money)
Finally, there is a red envelope in this chapter~~~
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