"Day of truth... In that case, let's go, I have something to talk about with Beverley."

Yale shook his hand indifferently and chose to let go. If you stop the holy day of the clergy, you will definitely be criticized by those lunatics.

"Then I'll go first, you have to get along well and don't fight. Forget it, there's nothing strange about you knights fighting, just be careful not to get hurt."

Sister Aisha hurriedly ordered a few words, then turned around and chased after the large army. Two apprentice knights watched her squeeze into the crowd of clergymen and became part of the "pilgrimage".

"Now, let's discuss our business." Yale wrapped Beverley's neck with his elbow and dragged him into the hall.

"Isn't it settled? Do you want to regret it?" Beverly touched his neck and sat on the bench, looking very angry.

The teenager Damascus sat across from him, picked up the tea pot and kettle, patiently brewed a cup of strong tea for himself, and said with a cold face: "I promise you, of course I won't go back on it. Arcia's side , you must have an explanation."

"Arcia? Could it be!?" Someone's face turned white with a single brush.

"As you imagined, the little guy Irian broke almost all the Alice dolls, although they were repaired in the end. You can imagine if that guy Arcia came back and knew that his treasure had been dismembered. Again, what will he do?"

"What should I do?" Beverly murmured with his face ashen.

"Actually, it's easy to solve." Yale picked up the hot strong tea, took a sip, and put down the cup: "Only I and Irian know about this, as long as I don't say it, Arcia will continue to be blinded by happiness. in the drum."

"What do you want, I have nothing." The brown-red-haired boy looked desperate and almost drowned.

"As long as you promise me this matter, I can refuse your ingredients and compensation!" Yale held the water glass viciously, with a grim expression and a resolute attitude.

It looks troublesome...but...

Beverley's intuition told him that if he said nothing, he might be killed immediately.

"Just say what you want." So he replied simply.

"How did you and Elsa get together? Why did it go so fast? What did you do to prepare? Tell me all the tricks and I'll swear to keep your mouth shut!"

The black-haired boy kept asking questions, banging on the coffee table excitedly, making a loud bang.

This is his thoughtful thought. Instead of hitting the couple and ruining the relationship, it is better to let the other party teach him his skills. If he succeeds, it will be a perfect ending.

"No, it's nothing, it's very, very natural to be together." Beverley scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"Bullshit!" Yale couldn't control his strength, he slammed it down heavily, and the water glass suddenly bounced: "What I want to know is that, the process of letting you two be together naturally!"

"Is that so." The reddish-brown-haired boy showed an expression like waking up from a dream: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" He stared suspiciously at his roommate, not trusting his IQ very much.

Beverly said righteously: "It seems that you and Lena are not going well, don't worry, your business is mine. I will teach you everything I know!"

"Good brother!" Yale took his hand and was very moved.

"Let me tell you, if you want to conquer a woman, you have to start with her appetite, so you have to develop a sophisticated cooking skill..."

"Cooking? Is it important?"

"Of course it's important, Aisha and I met at the food tasting conference. Let me tell you, there are no women in this world who don't like food. They may diet for various reasons, but That definitely doesn't mean they don't like it!"

"Makes sense, wonderful!"

"Let me tell you, if a girl refuses your food, it's not that she doesn't like you, it's that you don't make it good enough! When a girl is used to your food, it means she is used to you. At this time, whatever you want to do, progress will be very fast.”

"It sounds pretty reliable, it's really amazing, you."

"Very well, your attitude is very modest. Let me tell you..."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

In the following days, in addition to exercising hard every day, Yale also learns cooking with Beverley. As for the Day of Truth, what is the matter of the saints debating or something? The battlefield is still not flying like that.

At first, he thought so, until he received a certain notice.

"The catholic saint is going to Iberia? Doesn't she have the so-called Holy Knights, what are we orthodox believers doing?"

After reading the notice, Yale became very angry, and he was so busy that he actually received the so-called **** mission.

"This is not a knight mobilization order, it is the decision of the lower house of the academy." The petite girl who came to deliver the notice replied without being humble or arrogant, her eyes secretly aiming at the shovel in his hand.

"The House of Commons? What is the House of Commons?" the teenager roared into the inner kitchen.

Soon, Beverley's lazy voice came from the kitchen: "In terms of position, it is the highest level of the Obelisk. In fact, it is a self-disciplined organization of students. In fact, there is usually no sense of existence, but if you change to a strong speaker, that is An amazing institution."

"As this classmate said, we have just elected the newest speaker. The other party is the chief of the academy, who nominally has the right to recruit knights below the third rank. According to our information, Yale Bernstein, your strength is Although it is not inferior to a third-order knight, it is still a second-order knight and belongs to the category of levy."

"Chief? Knight?" The boy's expression softened a lot, and he was more willing to obey the Chief's order than the boring order of the House of Commons.

No matter how mean to the knight apprentice, the obelisk is the highest academy for knights after all, the chief is the name of the strongest knight apprentice.

There are only five seats in total, and one seat is the highest corolla and the ultimate goal of all knight apprentice challenges. High honors cannot be desecrated, and they are willing to follow the lead of the strongest.

"The thing is, there are three saintesses visiting on the day of truth, one of them wants to stay in the obelisk to discuss theology, and the other plans to go to the Frankish kingdom. The remaining one was originally to go to the Frankish kingdom together, but Received a temporary order from the Holy See, asking her to go to the Kingdom of Iberia. The number of paladins accompanying her was not enough, so she asked the upper level of the obelisk for help. The speaker was very interested in this, so he took the initiative to take this mission. "

Seeing that the expression of the knight student softened, the long pink-haired legal girl took the opportunity to talk freely, roughly describing the beginning of the matter.

"Since it's the chief's call, I'm willing to obey and take me to say hello to him." Yale glanced at her lightly, and returned to the hall on his own. After a few seconds, his voice came out:

"Wait a minute, I'll prepare for the salute first."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you here." The pink-haired girl's smile was a little stiff.

The other party's actions are clearly saying that I am obeying the strongest leader among us. As for the House of Commons, what is that?

Senior Sister is right, knight students are all **** with eyes above the top and unruly!

She pointed at the back of the boy leaving, and made a face.

A few minutes later, Yalei packed up and followed the fanfa **** the accompanying carriage.

The other party led him into a beautifully decorated tower-shaped building, instructed the male students on the left and right to make black tea, bowed politely, and then entered the upper floor alone.

"It's really troublesome." The young man muttered to himself, and sat down patiently.

In the room with white relief stone pillars standing at the four corners, the pink-haired girl stood under the marble steps and respectfully described everything.

"That's all he said?" A slightly neutral magnetic female voice came from the opposite side.

"Yes, he asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

"Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

When the girl stepped back, a lazy and indifferent female voice said: "You know it well, they respect you, not the so-called House of Commons."

The owner of the voice was wearing a dark-colored maid's uniform, with very pale makeup, with his arms half-folded, leaning against a stone pillar.

"How can you say that, dear Luya. What's the difference between obeying me and obeying the House of Commons?"

The female speaker with blue hair and drooping shoulders paced to her side. She was wearing a straight knight's uniform. On her high chest, there was a silver chain that was as thin as water droplets.

She is like a slim tulip, noble and elegant, and the warm and indifferent light from her eyes makes people dare not violate her.

Phew, the female speaker gently blew a breath of hot air beside the opponent's ear, exhaling like blue.

"I'm not interested in this." Luya's figure flashed, and she moved behind her in a blink of an eye, her coquettish red lips shone with a breathtaking luster: "I prefer being strong to a tomboy like you. man."

"Okay, that's it." The female speaker chuckled and returned to her seat. Under her long, slender and straight legs, the white fringed boots were pulled to one side: "This guy is very interesting, just like you and me."

"Oh?" Luya closed her eyes quite intentionally, and opened them again in the next second. The corners of her eyes and brows were dyed with a charming indifference: "It turned out to be him. He has become stronger. However, he is still weak and pitiful,"

"do you know?"

"Having played against it, it's a sad half-finished product."

"No matter what, he chose to respect me, and naturally he needs to benefit from it. You say, what should I give him?"

"That's your business. All I care about is the decisive battle between you and me." The girl's ethereal voice echoed in the room, but the figure disappeared.

"He's really a fighting madman. I finally wanted to find someone to discuss it with." The Speaker shook his head regretfully, his hair swaying like the wind blowing willows.

"Are Bernstein, I'm very optimistic about you."