"This is the mandrake juice you want. Just tell me what ingredients you want." Sonia handed the small bottle to Griffith. "How did you fall from the wall in the middle of the night? The provost said Your credits will be deducted and you will have to write a test. Some people say that if you stay up late at night, there must be something wrong with your thinking."
On the first night back at school, Griffith broke his leg. Even though he was a thick-skinned Extraordinary, he had to stay in bed for the whole day. He muttered in frustration: "I'm going to collect the essence of the moon spirit."
When she mentioned this, Sonia got excited. All kinds of dangerous occult materials and rituals were her favorite.
"I'll go there next time!" She said with anticipation. "This kind of moss, like many mysterious plants, only appears on full moon nights and requires special spiritual nourishment. It is very rare. It turns out that the roof of the library is Yes, I have!"
"No, no, no!" Griffith hurriedly stopped, "If you fall, you will fall to death."
The girl curled her lips in disappointment: "By the way, I know most of the senior students, but they don't have the appearance and temperament you mentioned. Girls can't have hair below their waist."
"What?"
"There is no such person, not even among teachers or school administrators."
"Then what I saw?"
"Conjectures? But I don't think Griffith is a person who can make assumptions. So, what you saw might be ghosts or apparitions!" Sonia's eyes widened, "I have never seen such a psychic creature. Can you take me to get to know you next time?"
Sonia, why do you want to know everything? Your thoughts are very dangerous. Griffith shook his head repeatedly. Knowing the mystery of his senior sister, he no longer dared to understand further: "Aren't you afraid that we will encounter dangerous existences, lose our sanity, and cause madness?"
"But I'm very curious!" Sonia patted the bedside with her fist, her eyes sparkling, "I just have uncontrollable curiosity and excitement about unknown mysteries. It is said to be a family trait!"
"So the ancestors of the Larmore family had so many misfortunes. We were caught by the professor in the first class and asked, have you forgotten?" Griffith said seriously: "Sooner or later you will suffer like this."
Sonia waved her fist, "The Larmore family has been explorers in pursuit of the origin and truth for generations, and they are also steadfast and brave warriors. At the beginning of the first era, my ancestors pioneered great achievements with a magic book in one hand and a hammer in the other. of!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and slapped Griffith on the head with her fist: "Awesome!"
"I'll let you taste what's really powerful." Griffith looked at his strong big hands, clenched them, put them on Sonia's head, and struck her as well.
"Wow--!"
This almost made Sonia cry. She covered her head and cried with pain for a long time.
"It's much more painful to have your mind traumatized than this," Griffith apologized guiltily, "I'm sorry, I was too harsh."
"It hurts so much, but it's fun to experience pain occasionally." Sonia said while wiping away tears.
She thought for a while and suddenly remembered something: "Griffith, do you know? It's not that easy to hurt us by prying into secrets."
"Oh, what do you say?"
Sonia gestured with her slender fingers: "That's right, it's usually divided into three steps.
"First of all, our inspiration must detect the clues of mysterious existence through listening, watching and sensing, etc. Only then can our spiritual energy blend with it, pierce the surface disguise and touch the truth. The truth thus discovered may be a good thing, or It may be dangerous. People with high inspiration and keenness may not be able to ensure the success of this step. There is a certain probability, and it is possible that nothing will be discovered.
"Then, if the clues we find unfortunately hide dangerous and terrifying existence, that may cause danger. Our will will be tested and tested, and if it cannot withstand it, it will further damage the sanity and spirit. Like you The probability of a knight using his own will to resist danger is very high.
"Finally, even if the will cannot withstand the mysterious impact, the degree of damage to the sanity is difficult to predict. It may scare people crazy, but in many cases it is just a shock. As long as we are optimistic, smart, and positive enough, even if The existence of terror scares us, that's all!
"You see, each of these three steps has a probability of occurrence and a degree of severity. It is very difficult to encounter real danger."
The two were chatting when Galadia came in. She was holding a small paper bag in her hand, and when she saw Sonia sitting beside the hospital bed happily talking to Griffith, she subconsciously stopped for a moment. Then, she immediately felt something was wrong and walked into the ward with her head held high.
"Good day, Sonia."
"Good day, Galadia, don't you have classes now?"
"Sidious's class is not important." Miss Elf sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, looked at Griffith and then at Sonia, "Sonia, why don't you go to advanced number theory and magic theory?" Does the model class really not matter? Fiona’s notes are unreliable.”
Sonia turned pale when she heard the course name. She said goodbye in a hurry and ran to the classroom with her textbook in hand.
In the large ward that could accommodate dozens of people, only Griffith and Galadia were left.
"You're in Raven, why did you go to the battle again?" The elf complained softly, taking out a can of yellow peach from the paper bag, "Then on the first day you came back, you fell and injured your leg before even saying hello to me. You daredevil."
"That's not called rushing into battle. I mobilized the militia and the entire city in the chaos, and the efficiency was amazing." Griffith's eyes followed the canned yellow peach, "The locals were in chaos, and they were played by me, a would-be knight. In the midst of applause. Hum, then, I mobilized and defeated the enemy with exquisite tactics, killed their leader, and relieved the friendly forces!"
"You just lied to me. Who knows how miserable you were at the scene~" Galadia put a blanket on her legs, carefully placed the can on the blanket and opened it. She reached for the knife and fork on the table and used it. A piece of yellow peach, dug out of the can.
There is a hint of coolness and white mist in the air, and a faint sweet fragrance arouses the taste buds.
This can has been chilled in ice water! Griffith looked at Huang Tao intently.
"Want to eat?" the girl asked him with a sweet smile.
"Of course I'm thinking too much!" Griffith said honestly.
"Then please explain the problem first."
"I, what's the problem? Ah, don't!"
Right in front of Griffith, Galadia took a big bite of the yellow peach. She swallowed the sweet peach meat, stretched out her small tongue in front of Griffith, licked the half-remained ice-cold peach on the fork, and committed blasphemy in the most cruel way.
While eating the poor yellow peach, she looked at the sufferer with provocative eyes.
Trap, conspiracy! Galadia, you plotted against me! Just waiting for me to jump in! However, I can't abandon my yellow peach no matter what!
Griffith was so excited that he wanted to jump up, but his broken leg prevented him from moving. He could only watch his precious yellow peach being occupied and devoured.
"I have done too many bad things. What do you want me to say? Give me a hint!" the would-be knight shouted.
"Ai-lu-sha." The elf said one word at a time.
"Ah, her," Griffith thought for a moment, "she hooked my shoulders, blew in my ear, rubbed my calves with her feet, and threatened to eat me."
"..."
This answer was so shocking that it sounded unreal to Galadia. She froze there, her eyes widened, and she looked at the would-be knight on the bed at a loss.
Her expression was as if she saw her little rabbit being held down by a dirty wild cat.
"I am indifferent to this," Griffith waved his hand and said, "Ophelia and Amber, the trainee investigator from Southern Beacon, are also fighting together. They are both outstanding beauties, and I am not shaken at all."
"..." Galadia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
"There, I met a young novice on the pilgrimage named Lansada Houston, who I planned to arrange for the Larmore family."
"There's no need to say it in such detail..." Galadia finally said something.
"She was a cross-dressing girl with beautiful violet eyes, but she couldn't hide it from me," Griffith continued.
"What!?" Galadia was shocked.
"I don't know why she concealed her identity. We will investigate this matter later," Griffith said without pause. "I accidentally touched her when she fainted. Of course, I shock."
"..."
The excessive amount of information overloaded Galadia. She rubbed the ends of her hair and didn't know how to continue the topic for a moment. She could only stumble and said: "I don't want to ask you these things. You can tell me what happened and just have a chat." ”
Speaking of this, Griffith became more energetic: "When the zombie wave attacked a city in Raven, I happened to pass by. I originally planned to escape, but I couldn't leave tens of thousands of citizens alone.
"I raised my lance high, cheered your name, and rushed in."
"Ah——! Stop talking, just eat it!" Galadia stuffed a piece of yellow peach into Griffith's mouth and covered his hot face, "You, why are you calling my name? How do you explain it to others once it gets out?"
"It has been spread." Griffith muttered.
"What?!"
"Everyone calls me the White Eagle Knight of Beyeland, who was sent by Princess Charlotte to save everyone." Griffith took the can from the girl's lap and held it in his arms, stuffing the second piece of yellow peach into his arms. He entered his mouth and pouted like a hamster and said, "I don't know why Galadia turned into Charlotte from time to time. Maybe it's because the pronunciation is similar. In short, I don't know Princess Charlotte." "
