In the early morning, Yale returned to the Obelisk and handed in the already written report, which included speculation on the ghost ship phenomenon, as well as the original contents of the notebook, and the crystal bottle was also sent as evidence.

Carrying the smell of alcohol, the knight returned to the Alice Institute, because he had asked Beverly before, and the bedding and sheets in the room were still clean and tidy. After taking a warm bath, he slept until evening.

Until he was awakened by a knock on the door, Yale got up and looked out the window, and found that there was only a trace of daylight left in the sky.

"Who is it?" He put on his coat and walked towards the door.

"It's me..." Beverly's weak voice came from outside the door.

Opening the door, Beverley smiled weakly, his face was yellow, his eyes were dull, and his smile was very stiff.

Yale was shocked. He hadn't seen him for a few months. How could this guy become like this, like Cinderella who had been abused and bullied by his stepmother for a long time.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.

Beverley sighed silently, with an indescribable bleakness, and said in the tone of the principal who persuaded his accomplices after he was imprisoned: "What should come will always come, keep an eye on it, and come with me."

"What's supposed to come will always come?" The knight was a little confused and kept up with his roommate.

In the living room, Arcia sat in the first seat with a stern face, and noticed that after the two went downstairs, she snorted softly in her nose: "You are finally back."

Ale suddenly realized most of the time, it must be that Irian's troubles have been exposed, and Beverly, a weak man, couldn't stand the torture, and finally made an honest move. With the behavior of this guy, he must have been confessed to the crime.

In order to protect himself, he decided to pretend to be stupid: "Yeah, it happens that everyone is here today. How about I suggest having a dinner together. Who will inform Elena and the others?"

The voice dissipated empty, and the red-haired knight remained silent with a sullen face. Yale gave him a stern look. The latter accepted it calmly, with an expression that dragged you into the water without discussing it.

"Aleigh, I thought we were good friends..." Arcia stared at him resentfully, hesitating to speak, the lethality was huge.

"Don't be like this, I'm also a victim. Besides, didn't I help you stick it back..." The young man felt at a loss for words. He also knew that after he participated in the concealment of the truth, his identity and position changed.

"Both victims, they should help each other, but you! But you lied to me! In vain I regard you as a good friend!" The blond knight's voice suddenly became high, and his body trembled with anger.

"Do you know how long it took me to collect these treasures? How much effort did I put into it? Do you think you can fool me by re-pasting it? The love for Miss Alice can make me see through all hypocrisy! "

Arcia tapped the coffee table hard, and the teapot shook violently with the table top, overflowing with water stains.

How carefully does this have to be checked... In all fairness, with his secret assistance, Little Irian was quite successful in sticking, and if he played it carefully, he couldn't see the clues at all.

Now that things have come to light... it seems that I underestimated the loss level of this guy...

"Well, I was wrong." He decided to admit.

"If an apology is useful, what should the executive do?" The blond knight refused to give up easily.

"Uh, to show my sincerity, how about I buy some new ones for you?"

"There are very few ordinary objects that can make me interested in collecting, and most of them are orphans." Arcia replied angrily, her tone was still stiff, but slightly softened.

"Then what to do? Whatever you do." Yale had nothing to do, so he simply let the other party deal with it.

"That's what you said!" The blond knight's face suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, and the wind was light and cloudy, as if he was waiting for these words, poured a cup of black tea and handed it to him: "Don't worry, we will talk slowly."

"It's changed so fast..." The knight knew that he was deceitful, and immediately made a decision not to do anything beyond his ability.

"Who, go to my room and get that thing." Arcia raised her chin and said arrogantly.

Beverly didn't say a word, turned around and ran into the room on the right. After dozens of seconds, he took out a scroll and walked over and put it on the coffee table.

"Look at this!" The blond knight was full of excitement and excitement, and solemnly spread out the scroll.

Yale glanced over. The picture showed a beautiful blonde girl singing with her eyes closed. She was wearing a snow-white dress with an open back. Her chest, neck, and shoulders showed symmetrical and beautiful lines. She was standing in the center of the stage. Her figure looks very weak, and even a breeze can blow it up, like a flower seed, drifting with the wind, indescribably lovable.

"What a beauty, is this Miss Alice?" The knight held the teacup in one hand and exclaimed in admiration.

"This is the promotional poster for Miss Alice's Thracian musical. I spent a lot of money to frame it like this!" Arcia said proudly.

It's really boring... It would be nice to have this spare money to buy some flowers.

Yale suddenly noticed the main point of the other party's words, raised his head and said in surprise, "The Thracian musical? She came to Thrace?"

The blond knight brought his face closer and said, "Yeah, so I want you to do me a favor?"

"What?" An ominous premonition crossed his mind.

Arcia picked up the scroll, patted it hard, and said decisively:

"The musical will be played at the Royal Thracian Theatre in seven days. You have to help me get Miss Alice's autograph on this painting!"

"How is that possible!" The black-haired knight quickly shook his hand and refused: "The Royal Theatre is famous for its strict rules. I heard that it is difficult to move an inch after entering the venue. After the musical is over, it is estimated that you will not be able to get an autograph if you wait in line."

"..." The blond boy stared straight at him without saying a word.

"Let's do it another way." Yale frowned and thought about it for a while, then raised his head and said, "Why don't I let you beat and vent your anger? You decide the time!"

"No, who would go to the iron and get angry?" Arcia categorically refused, and instantly put on a gloomy face: "If you don't agree, I will stare at you every day from morning to night, eat and sleep. The toilet doesn't rest until you agree!"

Beverley said with a haggard face: "Yarre, this guy really does this, I was tortured by him for a whole month and a half, even on a date with Elsa, this guy has to follow... human nature."

"Don't blame me for betraying you, I really can't take it anymore..." The red-haired knight wiped his tears, choked and sucked in a breath: "It doesn't matter if you answer him or not, the worst I can do is less. Go half the stress..."

After Yale heard the words, his face was full of sadness, and he even forgot the hunger in his stomach.

"How? Choose!" The blond boy looked at him hopefully.

It will be very troublesome to answer or not, but if it is not possible to agree, this guy will definitely be more troublesome.

The knight glanced at the painting tangled, and suddenly noticed the line at the bottom of the painting: "The sixth musical, Miss Alice leads the lead singer - on the flower field of hope."

"It's not that there is no chance at all..." he muttered.