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Chapter 174 and the Beast Book (4)

"Yu, Your Highness told you to go to the study."

The witch who delivered the message had a frightened expression on her face when she said this, as if it was not Zhao Yutang but her who was going to see Velosil, and Anaya also looked over worriedly.

"Yu, you must not offend His Highness."

Zhao Yutang walked up the stairs under everyone's worried eyes, and followed the stairs to the study at the end of the second floor.

She knocked on the door lightly, and without waiting for a response, she gently pushed the door open a crack.

This study room is very large, with bookshelves covering three walls, and the complicated and exquisite English titles are dazzling. Willosier stood in front of the bookshelf facing the door, looking down at a collection of poems .

Zhao Yutang walked to the center of the room, and there was a luxurious long-haired carpet under her feet. She stared at it for a while, and she liked this kind of soft and thick carpet very much, and it was very comfortable to step on barefoot.

"Your Highness."

Velosil turned his head, he was still holding the book of poems in his hand, his red eyes were daunting.

"You saw it last night."

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it is completely affirmative.

Zhao Yutang noticed that he used "it", it seems that he did not recognize his animal form.

She still lowered her head, "Yes, Your Highness."

Velosil asked this question because he didn't have any memories of the time when he was in beast form.

"What did it do to you?"

Licking her, pestering her, do these count?
Zhao Yutang secretly changed his mind without changing his expression, "It looks like I'm hungry, I fried some steak."

Velosil raised his eyes and frowned at her.

He had some impressions of this little witch with an oriental face. After all, she was the first person who could burn a steak. Her magic was not very good, and her cooking skills were also very poor.

But what did she just say?It actually ate her fried steak?

He said with disgust, "It really is a beast."

Zhao Yutang didn't say a word, quietly listening to him scolding himself.

Her docile appearance was the same as other witches, but Velociel cared as much as he saw her. He thought that maybe her poor cooking skills were too impressive.

He threw the collection of poems in his hand over, "Read."

Looking at the confusing English italics, Zhao Yutang felt troubled.

Although she can speak some English, it is definitely not to the point where she can pick up any book and read it, especially the collection of awkward poems. The original owner has no such knowledge reserves. She has been speaking Chinese with her father since she was a child.

Zhao Yutang took the book, glanced at Willow Hill, and secretly turned a page while he wasn't paying attention.

Well, if there are words you don’t know, turn to another page.

Well, there are more words I don't know.

Velosil waited a long time for her to speak, and asked blankly, "Why, you are so useless that you don't even know the words?"

His voice was hoarse, but he was very good at handling that annoying mocking tone. Zhao Yutang looked at his ferocious and ferocious face, and his tone was very humble and soft.

She scolded him in Chinese: "Bastard."

Because the tone was too gentle, Velosil didn't realize that it was a curse word, he just frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yutang smiled slightly, "My father is from the East, and he always spoke Chinese when he was a child, so my English is not very good."

Velosil didn't think this was an understandable reason, he said indifferently, "Then learn."

After picking through the bookshelves for a while, Willosier pulled out a thick dictionary and threw it at Zhao Yutang's feet, "Copy it in three days."

Zhao Yutang: "..."

She kept smiling: "Yes, Your Highness."

So in addition to the busy work, Zhao Yutang had an extra task of copying dictionaries.

Anaya looked at her sympathetically and thankfully, "Fortunately, I just copied the dictionary."

It's better than squeezing her arms and legs.

Zhao Yutang was holding the chicken feather pen, and it was extremely difficult to copy, especially at night. In order not to disturb other people's rest, she had to move outside with the pen and paper.

Mr. Table is very knowledgeable, and when she copied difficult words, he would explain them thoughtfully. He recalled, "Your Highness was able to memorize this dictionary by heart when he was six years old. He is recognized as a child prodigy. No prince can Stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

Zhao Yutang paused at the tip of his pen, "Has he read all the books on the shelf?"

Mr. Table said very proudly, "Of course."

Zhao Yutang asked again, "Are there any books about witches in it? Since His Highness was cursed by a witch, he must have thought of other ways to break the curse."

"That's right. At that time, the king was searching for a way to lift the curse across the country. A large number of books recording magic were searched into the palace. His Highness also read many of them."

Zhao Yutang said "Oh", "How about the cursed witch?"

"It disappeared. That witch is highly skilled in magic. No one knows where she went."

Zhao Yutang fell into deep thought, and Mr. Table suddenly asked, "What kind of magic do you know?"

"magic?"

Zhao Yutang was a little surprised, and his voice was low, "Isn't Your Highness very taboo against magic? Can we talk about it so casually?"

Mr. Table laughed and joked, "You have a lot of misunderstandings about His Highness. Although His Highness hates witches, he has no prejudice against magic. I will tell you secretly that His Highness has actually studied magic courses systematically."

Zhao Yutang thought for a while, and silently chanted the incantation, the heavy dictionary lifted up tremblingly, and soon fell back to the table with a "snap".

Mr. Table: "...that's it?"

Zhao Yutang: "That's it."

Mr. Table: "Wow."

He said bluntly: "You are really a little witch with little ability."

Zhao Yutang has never been hit, she opened the dictionary again, "I am still in the groping stage, and I will grow in the future."

Based on the principle of not hitting children, Mr. Table encouraged, "I believe you will."

At this time, Grandpa Clock rang twice to announce the time, which represented the arrival of a new day.

Zhao Yutang turned around when he heard some strange voices, and he saw a black snake break open the door and come in.

Mr. Table's voice became unsteady, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

The voice was full of panic and fear.

Who just said that there are many misunderstandings about Velosil?

Zhao Yutang continued to copy words, "Are you hungry again?"

"His-"

The black snake approached and climbed up along her ankles. The snake's head was soon at the height of the table, and its vertical pupils were staring at what she was writing.

Zhao Yutang suspected that it couldn't read it at all, and was about to push it down, when he saw it spit out snake letters, and the saliva dripped onto the paper, and the handwriting slowly faded away.

"..."

Her eyes were complicated: "You're really good."

Fortunately, Velosil has no memory of beast form, otherwise she would have been silenced.

The black snake was still rubbing against her palm stupidly, and the whole body of the snake was wrapped around her waist in a crooked way, so no one noticed its clingy appearance.

Mr. Dining Table may have been frightened, so he didn't dare to say a word, trying to pretend to be an ordinary table.

(End of this chapter)