Kill me again, Miss Witch

It's normal for the other party to think so.

After all, as a "noble" person from the upper city, it sounds a bit far-fetched to suddenly show kindness when passing by.

However, Shaar was relieved a lot because of this, at least Old Peter was not the kind of person who would embezzle money.

It was because of this consideration that I didn't hand over the money to him when there were many people just now. In extremely poor places, keeping money secret is the basic criterion for survival.

After accepting old Peter's repeated thanks, Shaar turned his head and glanced at the shed.

At this moment, he happened to meet the eyes of the little girl who was crying miserably.

Her skin is a bit dark, and she doesn't look pretty or cute, but what impresses Shaar is that the little girl has a pair of pure jewel-like eyes, like a work of art in a museum.

Xiaya showed her a short smile, then looked away.

"You probably haven't eaten breakfast yet. This is the buttered toast I just bought from the bakery. Please share it with that child."

As he spoke, he handed the whole piece of toast left in the paper bag to Old Peter.

"What a kind-hearted uptowner, may you be healthy and happy in the new week!"

Old Peter's expression was full of gratitude, and he tapped his chest lightly with his fingers to express his prayer.

Hearing this, Xia was stunned: "A new week? Is today Monday?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he vaguely guessed what happened to himself.

The time flow of the abyss seems to be different from the real world?

It took more than a day to set up the formation and materials, and it was barely over until late at night on Saturday, and then the formation was immediately activated.

I thought it was Sunday morning, but unexpectedly it was already Monday.

Obviously, it feels like I only stayed with the witch for a while, but the reality is that a day has passed, and I don't know whether this ratio of time flow rate is fixed or will change at any time.

Xiaya kept this information silently in his heart, and when he was going to go next time, he tried to find a way to test it.

In the end, he declined the invitation to visit Peter Sr. and left Sikh Avenue straight away.

He didn't say anything to that child, and he didn't tell old Peter extra. After all, he didn't do this to get gratitude.

......

Compared to the overall impoverished lower city, the upper city is far bigger and more prosperous than it, almost comparable to Shaar's previous life.

It was almost noon when Shaar drove back to the academy through the Rhine Avenue in the center of the capital in a gentle carriage.

That's right, Char Adelaide, 16, is a student, currently studying at the Royal Practice College, Norton.

The college was established in the center of the royal capital, where every inch of land was expensive. It covers a large area and was funded by the royal family. Originally, it was only open to the children of nobles. In recent years, it has occasionally made an exception to recruit ordinary students with outstanding talents.

More than 100 years ago, this was a specialized academy aimed at cultivating young knights, but as magic theory gradually matured, and the wind of public opinion shifted, more and more students began to incline to magic practice, just because they danced spears Ridiculous chivalry is not in keeping with the decency of aristocrats, it is more elegant to chant magic.

Knight department, magic department, these are the rough divisions between noble students and commoner students.

Compared with the knight practice that tempers the body and will hard, practicing magic requires a lot of money and materials, which cannot be afforded by ordinary students. Therefore, the knight system, which was regarded as glory in the past, has gradually become a place for the nobles to distinguish the status of the academy. The bottom of the chain of contempt.

Xia Ya is currently in a rather embarrassing situation.

Although he is about to inherit the title of viscount left by his dead father, there are only him and his sister left in the Adelaide family in a real sense, not to mention that in recent years, in order to get together the materials for the transmission ceremony, Shaar's financial situation I have always been very poor, so I am a student of the Knight Department in name, which seems a bit nondescript.

Neither has the decency of aristocrats, and there is an insurmountable gap between them and the common people.

So Char doesn't have many friends in the academy.

Today is Monday, and there are two classes in the morning, one is a general education class that does not record attendance, and the other is a compulsory physical training class for the knight department.

What's worse is that the instructor of this course is a powerful knight from the original Tower of Judgment. Because he was secretly injured during a mission, he had to retreat to the second line.

And he also brought over the unsmiling and strict compliance with the rules and regulations of the Tower of Judgment.

This course is very difficult to pass, the most basic requirement is not to be absent from school!

And Xia Ya, who missed a class because of the journey to the abyss, had to go to the tutor to intercede, hoping that he would forgive him.

Fortunately, he usually showed good talent. Although he didn't reveal the realm of quasi-knight practice, he was still a leader in the class.

Following the familiar path, Shaar passed through a series of tall and spired classical buildings with a strong Helen style, and came to the area where the instructor usually resides in the impression.

It was a training field that leaned against the lake and was similar to the size of a football field in the previous life. It was filled with various equipment such as iron dummies, load locks, and wooden weapons. It was a place for knight students to conduct physical training, and it was the office area of ​​the instructor Sitar. It is in the attic next to it, and it also takes care of the management here.

Xiaya took a deep breath and knocked on the attic door.

"come in."

A low, slightly hoarse male voice came out.

After getting permission, Xia pushed open the door and bowed: "Mr. Sitar, good afternoon."

"Oh, it's you."

The man sitting behind the desk is muscular, and his height is not less than 1.8 meters. He has a strong appearance, dark skin, and an indistinguishable expression on his face.

This is his mentor, Sitar.

Although it looks a bit fierce, Xiaya knows very well that he is actually a very responsible mentor.

Shaar saluted again, and said sincerely: "Sorry, Mr. Sittal, because I suddenly..."

"You don't need to deal with your nobles in front of me. The next time the training volume is doubled, this absence will be considered as a thing of the past."

Before he finished speaking, Sitar shook his head, chuckled, and said.

Ah this.

I haven't started explaining yet, why was it let go?

Xia Ya was a little dazed, and he agreed to be unsmiling. Is this the privilege of top students?

I never experienced it in my previous life, but I enjoyed it once in this life.

He looked happy, bowed and saluted, and raised his voice slightly: "Praise you, great Mr. Knight!"

"However, there is one thing I want to remind you." The instructor glanced at his favorite student with a slightly serious expression, "When I taught seniors the last few times, I always heard rumors about you from them. The content is not very clear...you are my student, I believe you will not do anything against the spirit of chivalry, so be careful about this matter."

"rumor?"

Xia Ya was stunned for a moment.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Sitar, on the way back, Shaar was immersed in thinking.

Who is it?

What is the content of the rumor?

Why is it involving me?

Thinking about these questions, I walked back to my apartment without knowing it.

Standing at the door, Xia Ya, who didn't come to a conclusion, sighed, and decided to put it behind his head for the time being, and look for a chance to inquire.

After all, I didn't know anyone in my senior year.

If you have to say it, there is only one.

Thinking of this, he pushed open the door, and the interior decoration with a strong medieval style came into view: sofa, fireplace, oil paintings, living room, carpet... The overall look is very neat, not at all like a boy's Room.

A pair of small black maid shoes were quietly placed at the door, and the sound of splashing water could be faintly heard from the bathroom of the room.

Chapter 7 Wanna try on your freshly applied lipstick?

The door of the bathroom was closed tightly, and there was a glimmer of light in the gap. A set of clean maid outfits were neatly stacked on the wooden floor next to it.

Hearing the sound of bathing coming from inside the door, Shaar didn't pay attention, and walked straight towards the living room.

There was a stack of messy letters on the table in the living room. Shaar gathered them up and held them in his hand, then stuffed his body into the sofa beside him in a relaxed posture, and took out one of them to carefully browse the mailing address.

St. Fry Press?

Seeing this address, Xia instantly understood it, and in a good mood, he tore off the red sealant on the envelope and took out a piece of paper.

A few lines of text were recorded on the paper.

【Dear Lord "Cain":】

[The royalties for the third installment of your works "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Three Musketeers" have been remitted to an unregistered account as required, totaling 880 six imperial gold coins.In the coming days, we will look forward to your new work with eager anticipation. 】

[By the way, due to the popularity of "The Three Musketeers" in the capital, some of the issues involved in the book's smearing of religious beliefs have caused dissatisfaction from the Holy See of Guangming. Please be aware. 】

Signed with the St. Fry Press seal bearing the portrait of the founder.

As for "Cain", it was his pseudonym.

Religious question?

Recalling the contents of the book a little bit, Shaar couldn't help laughing out loud.

I didn't think too much about it when I copied the text, but based on the general background of this world, I created a Western-style cool essay and a Western-style martial arts.

The current literary trend is still relatively reserved and conservative. Most of them are based on love themes or war epic themes. The threshold is relatively high, and tragic endings are popular, which leads to poor reading experience for many people.

And Xia Ya moved the two literary masterpieces with the rudimentary form of cool texts in the previous life to this world, which is a pure dimensionality reduction blow, which is unreasonable and unreasonable.

Of course, "The Count of Monte Cristo" needless to say, Shura returns to the category of revenge.

As for "The Three Musketeers", it involves the ruling class struggle between imperial power and religion, especially in the book, Cardinal Richelieu is portrayed as a villain who invades the government and the opposition.

And it just so happens that in this world, the Goddess's representative church, the Holy See of Light, also has a corresponding rank similar to the Cardinal. It's hard not to feel that this is alluding to something.

But to be honest, he really didn't think about it so much, he just randomly picked two books purely from memory.

Even before writing "The Three Musketeers", he still struggled with whether to copy the first generation of farming "Robinson Crusoe".

In the end, I chose the former, because the development trajectory of this world is a bit strange, influenced by the fantasy setting, there is no such thing as guns born in the world.

So he wanted to provide those craftsmen with an idea to see if they could spark a spark of inspiration.

"More than 800 gold coins? It's a good profit, but unfortunately for me now, it's far from enough."

Shaar shook his head.

Nearly [-] gold coins can buy a relatively decent duplex loft in the capital, including two young maids.

But under the same circumstances, this money can only buy one third of a gram of Boundary Stone powder.

And every time a teleportation ceremony is performed, at least four to five thousand gold coins will be spent. This is only the value of the imaginary stone powder, without calculating the loss of other materials.

Xia Ya suddenly felt a sense of urgency that followed him everywhere.

Poor!

He sighed repeatedly in his heart.

You have to find a way to make money quickly.

After reading the first envelope, Shaar focused slightly and turned his attention to the other letters.

Except for a formulaic greeting from the academy, the rest came from several intelligence-gathering professionals hired by Shaar: thieves, gangsters, tavern owners, mercenaries... These types of people often have the most news Well-informed.

Although ten years have passed, the investigation of the Taiyang Family Emblem is still in vain.

He spent a lot of manpower and material resources to inquire about the countries around the Hellen Empire, no matter whether they were hostile countries, neutral countries or dependent countries, he still found nothing.

It stands to reason that being able to use the sun as a family emblem is definitely one of the great nobles in their country. Even if they are down now, they must have had a glorious past. Or a group of cold-blooded executioners who committed heinous murders.

But the fact is that those people seem to have evaporated out of thin air, leaving no trace in this world.

He even doubted whether this force would come from within the Hillen Empire.

Because those knights spoke the lingua franca of the empire, and the style of armor they wore was similar to the style currently in circulation in the army, without any exotic style.

He had only recently thought of this possibility, so he had just launched an investigation.

But so far, it's still nothing.

Inside the empire, the twelve nobles of the round table, as well as those high-society lords with surnames, did not use the "sun" as their family crest.

With slight expectation, Shaar opened the rest of the letters and browsed through them carefully.

Unfortunately, this time still nothing.

Shaar sighed lightly.