Sean was silent for two seconds and looked into the crowd below. Sylvia's daughter was nowhere to be found in the crowd.
"Okay, in this case I will send a letter to the council to ensure that all surveillance personnel near your home are removed."
Sylvia's eyes were always on the crowd, and she shook her head slowly: "I said, I don't care."
"What if Victoria needs you?"
The woman smiled: "I didn't even get a demobilization certificate, and this country doesn't need me, just like it doesn't need a king."
Sean stopped talking about this type of topic. Sylvia lost her direction after moving from Victoria to aristocratic co-governance.
As a former commander-in-chief and now a professor at the Guards College, he knows very well how much courage it takes to put down his career at his most glorious age and devote all his energy to cultivating the fields, day after day, year after year. , passed by in vain, what a pity, how angry Sylvia was in her heart.
She had nowhere to pour her anger, and she transformed herself from a majestic military attaché into a peasant woman who rolled up her trousers and stepped in the mud every day.
"To be honest, your daughter is really good. Her talent is no less than yours, but her personal hobbies are a bit flawed."
"flaw?"
Sean was a little embarrassed and said: "Rather than driving a small cruiser, she prefers tractors or other agricultural machines. She is also very interested in farming and raising chickens and ducks."
Sylvia wondered: "What's the problem?"
"I mean," Sean tried to make gestures and emphasized, "She can have greater achievements, but you don't seem to have taught her anything. Your spear skills, riding skills, combat strategies, and..."
"That's enough. She is my daughter. You have no control over what I want to teach her."
Sylvia interrupted Sean's description rudely and slapped the guardrail hard: "What are you eating, bread, steaks, potatoes? Are these all conjured out of thin air?! Farming is so unbearable in your heart ?!”
"That's not what I meant, I just thought..."
"Do you think it's a pity to waste such talent?"
Sean closed his mouth, not daring to look into Sylvia's eyes, and turned to observe the celebrating students.
He has no right to say such things.
Because he was also at an age when he could go further, put down his weapons, took off his armor, picked up the pointer and taught in the academy.
"I...well, Sylvia, the child is still young and there is still room for maneuver. If you agree, I can write a letter of recommendation for her, and someone from the Ministry of Defense will ask for her."
Sylvia turned around and left without saying a word. Sean looked at her leaving back, unable to calm down the turmoil in his heart for a long time.
Nobles are good at compromising and exchanging benefits. Maybe on that snowy night ten years ago, if they could muster the courage and have a firm attitude, the outcome would be different.
"Ken, maybe we're all wrong."
…
Zhou Jinru sneaked into the celebration with Hei. At this time, there was still a little time before the school started to celebrate. Looking at countless smiling faces, the joyful emotion infected him, and he unconsciously had a faint smile on his face.
Since they entered the university town, the people following them disappeared. Heihe breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around. Most of them were students, but there were also citizens who came to participate in the activities, but no enemies were found.
"Be happy. Do you like to have a sad face all the time? I paid you to stay with me. I don't want to see your bitter face."
Speaking of this, Hei became very angry and said bitterly: "Then why do you still wear a mask?!"
The man who calls himself Mr. Four always wears a mask and refuses to take it off wherever he goes.
Of course, Victorians who were accustomed to masquerades would not think there was anything wrong. It was perfectly normal to wear a mask and have a tryst with a certain lady in the depths of the garden, or even conduct in-depth study.
Hei had only heard of it before, and had only been involved with it from time to time. When she arrived in Londinium, the unrestrained locals gave her a great shock, and it took a long time for her to recover.
However, she will never accept this kind of behavior. If anyone dares to act recklessly, the short knife hidden in the cuff is no joke.
Faced with Hei's dissatisfaction, Zhou Jinru said casually: "I have a habit of marrying anyone who takes off my mask with my own hands."
Out of nowhere, Hei asked in a low voice: "What if it's a man?"
Zhou Jinru's tone was stagnant, and he was thinking in his heart that Hei had a relatively cold personality. How could he ask such a question? Could it be that he was led astray by the special hobbies of the Victorians?
He deliberately said with a straight face: "Then I will kill that bastard!"
black:"?"
Ha, man.
You really shouldn't have any high expectations.
…
"Mother?!"
Miss Vaifan looked at the woman waving not far away in surprise. Before she came, she said she wanted to give herself a surprise, but she didn't expect it to be presented in such a situation.
Chen Huijie followed her roommate's gaze and saw her aunt. She had learned her skills from her uncle since she was a child, and she had also developed a pair of sharp eyes.
Although her aunt is a farmer and has not shown any ability, Chen Huijie always feels that the other party is secretive and cannot find any flaws. Her roommate also said that her mother has always been like this, a very ordinary woman.
After a while, Bagpipe came back alone, but his aunt was missing. Chen asked doubtfully: "Where did aunt go?"
"Mom said there are other things, so I have to leave first, but it doesn't matter, let's enter the academy."
Chen Huijie nodded. She didn't know why, but she always felt something was wrong.
…
Hei was dragged away by the man, and gradually he discovered that this guy was following a middle-aged woman!
It's so bad that he is such a person!
After a few more glances, Hei slowly frowned. The woman walking in front was no ordinary person. She was most likely a master of hiding her identity. She was a little confused as to what Mr. Fourth wanted to do.
The two people followed and watched the woman enter the training ground. Hei whispered: "What's wrong with her?"
"I'll go in by myself, and you stay outside. Her identity is extraordinary, and she might be helpful to us."
Zhou Jinru warned and walked into the training ground regardless of Hei's objections.
Londinium's training ground is divided into public areas and private areas. For example, the training ground at Silver Gray Mansion was private, and the hotel where Rhode Island once stayed was also private, but the training ground Zhou Jinru is now entering is public. area.
The training ground was deserted, and most of the venues were empty. It was relatively easy to find someone. Soon, Zhou Jinru saw the woman standing in front of the weapons rack in the corner.
She slowly stretched out her hand, gently held a spear, raised her face, and looked at the two-meter-long weapon, which was like a stone sculpture that had not moved for a long time.
Click.
The woman's right arm exerted strength, and she raised the spear with her palm, gently shaking a beautiful gun flower in the field.
Although the gun head was not sharpened, when it shook in the light, it shone with a cold light, giving it a somewhat terrifying aura.
…
Pick, stab, twist, hold, prick, block.
After completing a set of contact movements, Sylvia's breath was a little disordered and sweat broke out on her forehead.
But her eyes were still sharp, and she was no longer the peasant woman who worked in the fields all day long. She was swinging the gun barrel with both arms, her momentum was like a rainbow, and she stabbed like raindrops, while the dummy opposite her swayed back and forth.
call.
a bit tired.
I haven't practiced for a long time, and my skills are completely rusty. If I encountered my old self, I would probably be killed in two or three shots.
She has never shown this side in front of her daughter, and her husband never mentioned it, as if the past years did not exist.
Sean said it's a shame what you're capable of.
It's a pity, what can be done?
If your daughter has talent, then let her go and do it. What does it have to do with her?
If she's bad at her skills, she'll just be bad, and she won't pass them on.
Well, don’t pass it on, don’t pass it on.
Sylvia took a breath, her lungs felt a little uncomfortable, she felt uncomfortable after strenuous exercise and needed some relief.
Turning around, he saw a man wearing a mask standing outside the training ground.
He was so careless that he didn't even notice anyone was watching.
But she is no longer a dragon rider, so there is no need to be aggressive even when asking questions.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
