After the Amman Auction incident, Cyril had only been idle for a day in the magic plains.

This day was never calm for Solconan.

When he woke up, he felt a warm feeling behind his back - the temperature in the magic plain was comfortable and pleasant. He lay on his side, with only a thin quilt covered with his body, and he could clearly feel the position on his waist.

At the same time, he gently played with his hair with one hand, rolled up and straightened the medium-length hair, but his movements were extremely gentle.

He turned to the side and lay flat. He opened his eyes and saw Mia sitting by the bed, looking calm, her beautiful blue eyes staring straight into his eyes without any evasiveness. She pulled back her hands playing with Cyrill's hair and pinched a piece of sheepskin paper with both hands.

"Good morning, Mr. Wei, it's the daily news time-"

She cleared her throat, looked away, and began to recite the contents on the parchment:

"Solconan Morning News, January 21, 1441, the year of Yinbai."

"His Royal Highness the Princess secretly summoned the senior executives of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, and the palace screamed in the middle of the night?"

"The eldest princess angrily denounced the ministers, Derrick, Eddy, Belloke and other new nobles were summoned to talk, and the Horse Superintendent was fully rectified?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." She covered half of her face with parchment, only her eyes were exposed, and she made a soft voice in her mouth, "Mr. Wei, I did a lot of things with Your Highness last night."

"Please don't describe it in such an ambiguous tone, Miss Mia." Cyril sat up and reached out to take the parchment from Mia. The Solconan Morning Post, the high price of one silver tier per month is a newspaper that residents in the city cannot afford to order.

He glanced casually, and as he thought, Anastasia's decisive character would never leave the head that should be cut off on the first day until the next day.

Of course, she couldn't really chop off those people's heads on this reason.

But the noble courtiers who appeared at the auction received more or less a little knock to warn the family behind them what can be done and what cannot be done.

Unfortunately, Anastasia Hermann cannot impose too much sanctions on the Chamber of Commerce. The Pan-Solconan Chamber of Commerce Community is an important pillar to ensure the economic stability of Solconan. What's more, in the current empty treasury, the Chamber of Commerce still needs to provide bounties to private troops participating in the war.

Cyril estimated that this incident had passed with such a loud thunder and a little rain - of course it still had a role. This knock could make many people understand that it was not that His Majesty Kelson Hermann would not go to court, but that the hands of the southern nobles could stretch their hands into Solconan's pocket.

Don't forget that the main target Anastasia targets is the southern nobles.

"I'm just a thug." Cyril returned the newspaper to Mia and leaned against the head of the bed. "On the contrary, His Highness helped me a lot."

He looked at Mia's curious expression and did not keep it a secret, saying directly: "We Solconan also have professional-level mages, and we can also welcome some famous Fifth Ring Mages."

He naturally refers to the wild mages led by Sogel, including the dwarf wizard Jeff Oak and the halfling wizard Cyville Fox.

"That's great." Mia smiled with relief. "The only thing Teacher Lydia cares about is her friends, except for fiddling with her research."

She said, taking Cyril's coat from the hanger beside her, put it beside the bed, and asked, "Does Mr. Wei have any arrangements today?"

"If Your Highness does not summon me, I will have nothing else."

"Where is the crown of Yuanchu Church?"

"Ah, the words of the Queen of the Monarch of Foti..." Cyril thought of the old man and shook his head with a smile, "I will make an appointment at the church first, and then visit the door."

"Apart from that, there seems to be nothing else to do." Mia said leisurely with her hands behind her back, "Since that's the case, why don't Mr. Wei go with me today..."

"A walk in Solconan City?"

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Mia's days without a robe or long skirt are counted in Cyril's memory.

Most of the time she was wrapped in a mage robe. Although with Mia Christian's financial resources, the mage robe she bought was not an ordinary ritual, but the robe was a robe, which almost couldn't reflect a person's figure.

Unless she is just plain.

Even at home, she would wear a long nightgown while resting, so loose that she would hide her body inside, revealing half of her calves at most.

But now, when Cyril walked out of the castle as Miss Mia's request, he saw a completely different Miss Mage.

She wore a goose yellow and a wide hat with long feathers on her head, and a pair of dark brown high-heeled leather shoes under her feet. The bold long skirt made her neck and half of her white back leak out. She was holding a small bag in her hand and stood pretty in front of Cyril, looking elegant and noble.

The shoulder strap of the sky blue long skirt was placed on the snow-white shoulders, and the raised chest almost jumped out of the collar. The waist contour outlined the beautiful waist curve. The hem of the skirt supported by the skirt was just a light turn, and under the warm sunshine of the magic plain, it looked like a blue tulip blooming in the green field.

"Hurry, Mr. Wei."

She reached out and shook her hand, signaling Cyril to follow her quickly. The long white handbag wrapped her arms, as slender as a stamen, but gave people the urge to reach out and touch her.

Cyril's face twitched slightly, and he reached out and touched his clothes. It was an ordinary style that could not be more ordinary. Although his figure and appearance could make this ordinary outfit look unique, it was at most an increase to the level of a young man who was attracted to customers with his appearance on the street.

He is far from worthy of the girl in front of him.

"Don't be standing there, Mr. Wei, come and come."

Just as he was stunned, Mia had already come over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards the exit of the magic plain: "It will be dark not long before long. Go out early, take a walk for a while, and then have supper at the night market."

"I, this..."

He was half-pulled and half-pulled out of the magic plain.

The sun is slanted, and the warm and cool sunshine in winter falls on the ancient stone streets of Zhongcheng, passing through sparse branches, falling on the moss in the corners of the wall, and also shines on the two of them.

A street next to the college is full of food streets. At this moment, smoke from the cooking stove is curling, and the fragrance from afar is already coming. They are all waiting for the college to ring the bell of the get out of class, grabbing the taste buds of the students whose brains are blank.

Cyril followed the brisk steps of the mage and could hear Mia's gentle hum, which was a nursery rhyme that everyone in Solconan could sing.

During the "Spring Festival" in March, children will run to the suburbs, clapping their hands while singing this song, weaving garlands, and then bringing them back to the person they like - usually their own parents or brothers and sisters. If anyone gives them to children from other families, they will be motivated by other children.

Putting aside this meaning, this is also a very beautiful song. It can be seen that Miss Ms. is in a particularly good mood at the moment.

"Where are we going to? Harris' clothing store?" Cyril asked. "Harris" is a more famous clothing brand among the nobles and is expensive. The clothes Mia has customized for Cyril before are basically from there.

"No, I haven't planned to buy new clothes recently." Mia turned sideways and pointed her fingers, "Of course, if Mr. Wei needs it, I will go and customize it... Although there are no shortages of dresses for attending the banquet, it's okay to add a few more pieces..."

"No, no, save some Gentry..." Cyril listened, and the sweat was almost over. If he continued, Mia could spend a hundred Gentry with a wave of her hand.

The mage's ability to spend money is obvious to everyone.

"Then where are we going?"

"Midtown? Inner? Outer? Wherever you go. If Mr. Wei wants, we can go to a performance. If I remember correctly, a very famous orchestra is in Solconan. There will be a concert in a while..." Mia said, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Ah, I have an idea."

She turned to Cyril and headed straight toward the wall near the west side of the Midtown. After a short while, she stopped at the entrance of an academy.

"The Third Branch of the Solconan Master College, referred to as the Third School of Sofa, I took classes here for a while."

She said, leading Cyril into the gate. The guards at the door nodded to her without any intention of stopping them.

The college is not big, and several houses and a courtyard are all about this small branch. When they walked into the college, the bell for get out of class to be finished, and many young guys of seven or eight years old came out of the house on one side, running towards the school gate one by one, probably because they were aiming at the bakery outside the school gate.

But immediately a student saw Mia walking in the courtyard with Cyril. He didn't know who shouted first: "It's Teacher Christian, Teacher Christian is back!"

So the students stopped running out of the school and surrounded Mia and Cyril. For a moment, there were chattering sounds around them:

"Teacher Christian, Teacher Christian, where have you been?"

"Teacher Christian, why haven't you seen us for so long?"

"Teacher Christian, who is the brother next to you?"

Mia was overwhelmed by the questions, but she still took the time to block some of the little girls who wanted to get close to Cyril, and then raised her master and said, "Don't make a noise, don't make a noise."

The children were noisy for a while and finally calmed down obediently. She looked at them with satisfaction and continued, "Today I am with a great lord of the kingdom, who is the youngest earl in the kingdom."

"Wow! The youngest!" The children all lit up their eyes, "Where is his territory?"

"In the east of the kingdom, there are forests, elves, dwarves and unicorns, and silver pegasus... Many alien races you see in the book are in the territory of Lord Lord!"

This made the children scream even more, forest, elves, unicorns, silver pegasus... every word can make them excited. There are many contents about these in La Rochelle's fairy tales.

"You must study spells hard. Lord Lord does not lack excellent mages. When everyone grows up, you can go to Lord Lord Lord Territory-"

Cyril didn't know how high Mia's prestige had among these children, but as Mia slowly described Cyriki, the children became quieter and finally sat on the ground, holding their faces and listening to the "fairy tale" from Teacher Christian.

It was not until the sky turned dark that Mia stopped telling. The children dispersed reluctantly - in order to listen to Mia's story, they even skipped a class with the permission of the academy and had to go home at this time.

She licked her thirsty lips and was about to condense a ball of water to moisten her throat. A teacup had been handed to her mouth.

"Ah, Lord Lord." She held the cup with both hands, raised her head, and threw a warm smile at Cyril who was walking towards her.

"What a wonderful story, Teacher Christian." Cyril sat down beside her. "I have all the outstanding contributions you have made to Cylicia in my credit book."

"It seems that classmate Wei listened very seriously." Mia smiled and lowered her head to sip the tea.

The sunset light fell on her side, making her long brown hair dyed a little rose-red. Cyril looked at her side face illuminated by the sun. Against the backdrop of the afterglow, her graceful cheeks looked extremely holy, like a saint holding a candle in the dark.

He quietly looked at the girl holding a cup and sipped, recalling his encounter in the Black Forest of the Northern Xinjiang nearly a year ago, and then it unfolded like a dream.

Until she suddenly spoke.

"When I was young, my parents also told me stories about forests and elves."

"But later, they disappeared." Mia said softly, "Christian's children seem to have such a fate. Parents will choose to leave within a time period and give their children's future choices to themselves."

Cyril opened his mouth, and Mia was talking about what she seemed to be her biggest secret—even the secret of the Christian family.

"Before leaving, my mother hugged me, told me, if I want to be a wealthy lady, just squander my family property."

"But if you want to learn more, learn spells and become a mage."

“And I chose the latter.”

She turned her head and her eyes fell on the half-elf count's face, then reached out and gently tapped her temple: "She left what she wanted to say here, and when I'm on my birthday this year, she will hear her secrets."

"It's also the secret of the Christian family."

"Sometimes I wonder if my decision is too reckless, if I am not suitable to be a mage, maybe I should choose the former and comfortably squander the assets of my family..."

"But after meeting Mr. Wei, I knew-"

She suddenly stopped talking, stared at Cyril's eyes, and then leaned over.

The moist feeling fell on his forehead, and the fragrance of milk tea was also brought to the point.

Then the girl's resolute voice rang in Cyril's ears.

"I'm right."
Chapter completed!