Tidying up until dawn, with the help of the spring water at the bottom, the whole tower was washed from top to bottom.

The next day, under the guidance of Lydia, Yale ran all over the various departments of the main seat, and was dizzy with signing and obtaining documents. It was not until evening that he had time to turn into a restaurant for dinner.

After swallowing, Yalei looked at Lydia eating the fruit salad in small sips, and said in a very depressed tone: "I don't know why, the old woman in the research department seems to be unpleasant to me."

"It's normal." The female knight paused for a moment to eat, with a proper expression: "She has a good personal relationship with Genevieve, but you beat him so embarrassingly."

"It's not surprising that this is the case." He immediately felt relieved.

Lydia unconsciously put down the tableware in her hand: "Sir, have you ever had a deep friendship with Chief Judge Claudius...?"

"The first time we met, what did you ask for?"

"No...I just think...you seem to get along very well, not like strangers meeting for the first time." The female knight's tone when she said this was a bit strange.

"It's true, it feels so kind..." Yale couldn't describe how he felt at that time. If he had to say it, it would be—we cherish each other and couldn't help...

Did the two people with the same mocking face resonate inexplicably?

Thinking of this, Lydia almost couldn't help laughing, but in order to maintain her calm and capable image, she must remain reserved!

She quickly lowered her bangs, finished the food in a tinkling manner, used the action of wiping her mouth to cover up her smile, and put down the tableware forcefully:

"I'm done eating!"

Yalei immediately picked up the cloth pocket containing the documents from the dining table, pushed aside the seat behind him and stood up: "It's hard for you today, let's go back."

The two walked side by side, and when they approached the main seat, the knight suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Huh?"

"Is there anything wrong?" The female knight gave him a strange look and asked softly.

There was a hint of excitement in Yalei's black pupils: "It's nothing, an old friend has returned."

On the top of the tower of the Black Seat, a tall and slender figure stood upright. Under the moonlight, the long silver hair of that man's shawl danced gently in the night wind, forming a soft halo.

The knight stepped into the square, and a screeching ice cone came in the blink of an eye!

shhhhhhh! Grabbing Lydia's hand on the hilt of the sword, Yale inhaled a mouthful of dry and cold air, spit it out like lightning, and shattered the ice pick from the air.

pat! The silver-haired knight in a neat uniform raised his feet and jumped off the tower and jumped in front of the two of them: "After four months, you really did that... and you still succeeded!"

"It turns out that blue-blooded people are not as scary as you think." Yale grabbed the other's outstretched right hand and held it tightly: "However, in front of the black seat, I deliberately attacked this seat, believe it or not Naviv's tactics against you?"

"Ah! I'm so sorry, slippery." Bruno glared at him defiantly.

"Apologizing is useless. Only by joining the Black Seat immediately can you be freed!" The knight grabbed his hand and didn't let go. He strode into the courtyard, pushed open the stone door with one hand, and pulled the half-pushed silver-haired knight in.

After entering the Black Tower, Bruno rubbed his right hand to look around, and his eyes stayed on the fountain: "Vision always likes to deceive people. The exterior is just a stone tower. I didn't expect the interior space to be so big."

"Because it's too big, I didn't even think about how to allocate the space." Yalei said with a gloomy expression: "Also, it is really troublesome to recruit a large number of people to make this tower fully operational."

Whoosh! The white phantom quickly floated over from the spiral staircase, holding a saucer of tea, and flew to the three of them to please.

"This is... a ghost?" Bruenor asked in a stupefied voice.

"This is the maid ghost dedicated to the Black Seat!" Lydia coughed to increase her presence.

"What's her name?" The silver-haired knight held up the porcelain cup with great interest, but his eyes were fixed on the ghost.

"I don't have a name. If you're interested, you can help me get one." Yale walked to the top floor with the two of them, and replied casually.

"Hmm..." Bruno finished drinking the tea in one gulp, put the porcelain cup back, and watched the ghost maid sneak upstairs.

The tea slipped on the tip of the tongue, and the sweet and sour taste lingered in the mouth. The silver-haired knight praised: "The taste is fragrant and natural, what kind of tea is this?"

"I don't know." It's a pity that the two people around him don't know.

When they stepped into the fourth floor, they heard Arcia's breathless reprimand: "Stupid ghost maid! Where are the pomegranate leaves I soaked! Where did you get them?"

Seeing Yale coming over, the ghost hurriedly shrank pitifully behind him, chattering and not knowing what he was talking about, with a rather aggrieved expression.

The knight quickly guessed that the ghost probably saw that he had returned, and hurriedly took the tea that Arcia had made to show his hospitality.

However, after all, Bruno was entertained, so please forgive him this time.

"Why do you drink pomegranate leaves? Isn't there tea?" Yale tried to divert the victim's attention.

"Because of diarrhea." Arcia rubbed her lower abdomen painfully, her face turning blue and white:

"I drank a lot of alcohol last night, and I drenched a lot of water during cleaning. It started to get out of hand at dawn. Beverly finally found a little pomegranate leaf to make tea for me to stop diarrhea..."

Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and he covered his stomach and ran to the toilet in the north.

The knight breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the ghost maid's forehead, and said solemnly: "You have caused Arcia, this time you are lucky! Remember to learn to make tea by yourself in the future!"

"Hmm! Hmm!" Ghost smiled, clapping his hands and nodding forcefully.

The silver-haired knight suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned his eyes to Yale and Lydia, and said with great interest: "In order to spur it, from now on, its name will be called Pomegranate Leaf, how about it?"

"You can take care of this kind of trivial matter." Yale agreed indifferently.

"..." Lydia opened her mouth unwillingly, seeing that he had already agreed, but she didn't speak after all.

Stepping into the top floor, the knight walked to his desk, poured out a stack of documents from his cloth pocket, and pulled out one of them: "Look carefully!"

At the same time, he opened the seal box, dipped it in red mud, and waited patiently.

Bruno read it from beginning to end, and was very satisfied with the conditions: "The conditions are very good. After joining, do you not need to be recruited by the academy, and do tasks by yourself in the form of a team?"

"Theoretically, this is the case. There are still funds for the revolving door every year, but..."

"Signed!" The silver-haired knight took out a quill from the pen holder and quickly signed his name: "I have endured the transfer order for a long time, why not get rid of it when I have this opportunity."