.., Demon Sage

Horn Shelley's quarrel with Tiffany Garcia isn't about right or wrong, after all, it's a mess in and of itself.

With big eyes and small eyes, you can't let others see jokes until the end. Horn Shelley returned to the villa first after he issued the eviction order, and Tiffany Garcia probably felt that there would be no point in continuing to quarrel like this. Any result, turning around with red eyes.

Before leaving, he found that Donald was still standing beside him, and glared fiercely before leaving.

Donald touched his nose, looked at Susanna who was still standing at the door, and spread his hands.

"How does it feel to watch the play next to you?"

Susannah opened the door a little and turned her body back. She had already seen Donald standing beside him pretending to be looking around at the scenery.

"It's alright, except that it's a bit cold, the girl just now, I heard right, her surname is Garcia, right? There are not many surnames in Demingham..."

There are some things that can't be said, the hints are in place, and she tilted her head to look at Susanna, but she also looked back and blinked, as if she didn't understand at all.

"Hey~ it's boring, you've lived in Demingham longer than me, and you're an old friend of Horn Shelley. You know some things better than I do?"

Rubbing his hands, he beckoned to Stephanie who was coming out.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I really don't know. Horne never mentioned it to us. I only joined his team for half a year. How long do you think it's been? I didn't expect him to have a childhood friend. Companion..."

Speaking of this, Susanna's expression became a little lost, and she walked to the second floor with her mouth pursed.

"What's wrong with her? Horn's friend came to him, and I feel so sad for Susannah."

Take off your jacket, the temperature inside the villa is several degrees higher than outside.

Stephanie took it easily, put it in her arms, and carefully dusted off some floating ash on it, and when she heard Donald's words, she said helplessly: "You don't know whether it's true or not. Know?"

"Uh, what should I know... oh~ Susannah likes Horn, right?"

Donald has been thinking about his talents and spells all day, and he has been busy practicing sealing recently. He rarely communicates with Boglow and Burns on weekdays. At most, he is chatting with Stephanie. Pay attention to other people, and think about it carefully before you realize it.

When he first came to the Rose Squad, he noticed that Susannah's attitude towards Horn was different from that of others, but he didn't react for a while.

"Then do you know the relationship between Horn and the girl just now? She said just now that the Shelley family and the Garcia family are long-term friends, which means that the two have a very close relationship. If you have a very good relationship with the Garcia family, you will not Will it be hidden?"

This is not an ordinary family, but the ruling family of Deminghan. Even if they are a little bit close, they can make people look at them when they go out.

"Maybe something bad happened? Didn't Horne just say that there is no relationship between them, and you didn't find out that Horne never talked about his family."

Walking up the stairs, Stephanie looked to the side, didn't find anyone else, and said in a low voice.

"That's right, maybe there's something going on..."

The topic between the two was not too taboo. If it was Susannah next to him, Donald would definitely not say it in this direction. When he walked to the second floor, Donald was about to go to the study, glanced at his jacket and said,

"Can you help me get my clothes ironed. I've worn them for a few days. They're not dirty, but they're wrinkled."

"Okay, I'll iron it now, and I'll send it to you when it's done."

Stephanie had ironed Donald's clothes a few times before, and she didn't find it strange. In fact, she just took the coat over and held it in her hand.

"Thank you, I'll be waiting for you in the study. Don't go too fast when you come over later."

Donald took a few steps and turned around, smiling at Stephanie.

"Going too fast?"

Not understanding the meaning of Donald's words, Stephanie repeated a sentence blankly, but Donald had already turned around and entered the study.

He returned to his room with the clothes in his hand, spread it on the table, and brought the iron from the side. The fireplace in the room was already on fire.

In order to prevent the outer edge of the flame from burning to the house, a layer of stone bricks wrapped in refractory material was driven around, and the iron was placed diagonally there, with the bright silver bottom facing the flame.

Despite many oddities, the electric iron did not appear in this era, only this old-fashioned iron could be used.

While the iron was heating up, Stephanie moved a chair and sat by the fireplace. With tweezers in her hand, she first pulled away the hair stuck to the neckline of her clothes, then straightened the upturned cuffs, listening. The beeping sound of the flame, the slender and elegant legs are folded, and the mouth is humming an unknown song

Stephanie did these movements very skillfully and carefully, even more delicate than when ironing herself.

Halfway through the process, Stephanie noticed that the coat seemed to be heavier than usual, and lifted it up. Sure enough, she felt something in the clothes. Thinking that it was something Donald didn't take out, she reached out to touch the inner lining. Pockets, with a metallic feel to the part where your fingertips touch.

When ironing clothes, there should be nothing in it, so take it out, a delicate scroll about 7 inches long, tied with a red string on the outside.

"reel?"

The heart skipped a beat, Donald was a very careful person, and Stephanie knew this very well. His spell scrolls were either carried with him or stored in a box in the room. They never left them everywhere, but this time But he didn't take it, and he said some strange things before.

Gathering the clothes and placing them on the bed next to them, Stephanie stared at the scroll, hesitantly pulled the red rope, and slowly opened it.

"Talent: Emotions..."

A few words came out of his mouth.

In the study room of the villa, Donald was also unfolding the scroll, but he was holding the Sealing Technique scroll from Nancy.

"Silent Soul... The name has some meaning."

Compared to the previous Okowitz Spirit Sealing Technique, this name seems more stylish.

Turning up the brightness of the table lamp on the table by one notch, he opened his small notebook and looked at it from the beginning. Level 4 Sealing Art would also consume his soul. Donald wanted to see how difficult it was.

What's more, he himself has some personal thoughts on the casting of this spell. Nancy thinks that he needs to be recreated with a soul puppet to ensure the accuracy of double casting. To put it bluntly, it is necessary to have two existences with synchronized thoughts to jointly seal.

Others may have to rely on soul puppets, but Donald's demon activation is not something to behold. Invisible slaves can completely achieve spiritual harmony after demon activation, as long as they issue an order.

What needs to be confirmed now is whether the invisible servants after demon activation can complete the whole process of casting spells, and there must be no problems in the middle. This is something Donald can't guarantee at present, so he didn't say it in front of Nancy before, just said that he wanted to Go back and do some research.

blah blah~

Just as he was about to pick up some key points on the scroll, Donald wrote the first word when Donald heard hurried footsteps approaching from outside.

Is this the discovery of the existence of the talent scroll?

pat~

"Ouch~"

A low whimper.

This is a fall.

This time, there was no knock on the door, the door of the study was pushed open, and Stephanie with shaggy hair rushed in, holding the talent scroll in her hand.

"Donald, this...this is for me?"

Because she was too excited, Stephanie stuttered when she spoke.

"Otherwise, I can't use this talent. What do you think of it, do you like it?"

Putting down the pen, folded his hands and rested his chin, Donald's eyes were full of smiles.

"I, I... thank you!"

Stephanie had just read the introduction about emotional talent in the scroll in the room, and naturally knew that this talent was a perfect match for her with the talent of charm.

Despite her conjectures, but now confirming from Donald's mouth that this is for herself, she was ecstatic for a while and didn't know what to say.

Just express it with action!

He trotted forward two steps, reached out and lifted Donald's chin to his side, the beard that had not been shaved for two days was a little prickly, stared at this cheek for less than a second, then lowered his head and "gnawed" it down.

"Hmm~"

Donald originally wanted to give Stephanie a detailed explanation of the talent, but was surprised by her sudden action.

The rare panic since leaving Preston finally appeared on his face.

He subconsciously wanted to step back, but a hand was pressed on the back of his head, forcibly pushing him back to his original position.

The long golden hair hung down, covering the overlapping cheeks of the two. Stephanie, who was in love, ignored it, but her movements were very bold, and she pried Donald's mouth open in a short while.

When he finally stopped, Donald blushed~lightnovelpub.net~ Stephanie was the same, shyness was part of it, more because both of them were so nervous that they forgot to breathe...

The admiration at the first meeting, the help and rescue in the small town of Hongya, the care and trust in this period of time, made her heart long ago occupied by the man in front of her.

"Donald, I like you."

Finally, he took a peck on Donald's lips, lowered his head and whispered something next to his ear, and ran out of the study with the scroll without waiting for him to respond.

Only Donald, who was still sitting on the bench, was a little dazed.

I touched my lips for a while, scratched the back of my head again, picked up a pen and wanted to write a few words, but my mind was full of random thoughts and I couldn't concentrate.

"I'm... I'm out of the ranks of the single nobles?"

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