The chestnut cake is really good.

Nimo had that delicate sweetness in his mouth until he returned to his room. Hayden didn't follow right away—like most students, he opted to take the afternoon off after the ceremony to wander around. There will be special academic staff to guide the freshmen to visit freely, and get familiar with this excessively large college. Generally speaking, this will be the first communication among peers after admission.

The two discussed briefly. Nemo's situation is rather special. He has attracted enough attention now, and it is very easy to cause unnecessary trouble in informal communication. After all, the teacher class here is also considered to be a gathering of experts. It is a bad idea to rashly use spells before finding out the specific situation here.

Mr. Demon King, who has always been reluctant to communicate, happily decided to go back to the dormitory first and leave the heavy task of investigation to his lover.

After entering this room again, the unfamiliar atmosphere that made one's whole body tense dissipated a lot. The breath here is clean and pure. Before entering the academy, he completely sealed the breath of himself and the grey parrot. Now the grey parrot exudes a very faint breath of life behind the bed curtain, like a real parrot.

Nemo closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief, and his ears began to slowly turn red.

Since he knew the truth of his identity, out of some unknown feeling, he always wanted to be more calm in front of Oliver. Unfortunately, despite the success on the surface, it actually backfired. Nemo rubbed his ears—yes, now he finally learned what "love" was. Even not long ago, he believed that after so many experiences, he would no longer be moved by the little things as big as the tip of a needle.

He was proven wrong.

Nimo turned to the desk and poured himself a glass of water, finally diluting the heart-pounding sweetness in his mouth. Although it is easy to lose your temper when you are alone, it is also much faster to calm down.

Ann arrived on time.

"You know I'm here?" Nemo looked at each other's round hat and apron and raised his eyebrows. He could feel that his auricle was still slightly hot, but it was definitely not that red, and he should be able to escape the overly sensitive detection of the female warrior. "It's a very... uh."

"Shut up, don't force it. As for how do I know... Where else can you go other than here?" An rolled his eyes. She didn't make an exaggerated camouflage, just put on light makeup rarely, and got herself a pair of simple glasses by the way.

The female warrior did not know how to hide the ugly scar on her right eyebrow, and the simple makeup suppressed the heroic spirit between her brows. She deliberately adjusted her posture, slumped her shoulders, and bowed her back slightly—at first glance, she no longer looked like a warrior. Regularly loose long sleeves cover the arms with obvious muscular lines, and the cuffs are tucked up. The black long skirt without panniers is simple and neat. Ann Savage disguises herself as the perfect janitor.

"Don't talk about me, look at yourself...Ouch, this waist is tight." An hurriedly tutted, and took out a bulging cloth bag from the lower layer of the stroller. "Oliver went to find out, right? You made a wise decision. In your current situation, in a place like Alban..."

She sneered twice and said nothing. Just toss the cloth bag to Nemo. "This is what I said before, do you want me to help?"

"No," Nemo said, "I'll do it myself."

"Hmm." An casually glanced at the interior decoration, her expression was calm. "Then I'll go first. Staying too long will be suspicious. I usually clean the northwest corner of the campus. The library and reference room are nearby, so you won't be suspicious if you go there."

"It's hard work." Nemo weighed the bag in his hand.

An Ze skillfully pushed and pushed the glasses as if they had really worn them for years. She put on a numb expression again, and dragged the cart away from the room.

It seems that Ann's side is going well too. Nemo picked up the bag and lifted the thick bed curtain—

Then the whole person fell silent.

The soft and comfortable sheets are covered with cookie crumbs and peel pits. The grey parrot spread its wings and lay on its back in the middle of the bed, squinting at Nemo who almost threw a cleansing spell on impulse. After a few seconds of silence, Nemo took a deep breath, and finally picked up the soft brush beside the bed resignedly and began to clean up by himself.

"Aha." The grey parrot hummed softly, and the flamboyant feeling came back. "You really dare not use abyss spells!"

"It's called camouflage. It's not me, it's us. You can't do it, Bagelmore." Nemo sternly swept the last piece of peel into the small dustpan.

"Bah!" The grey parrot burped and spat. "To be honest, have you been brainwashed by humans? I... I'm still afraid of you, I'm really..."

"I've been wanting to ask for a long time." Nemo picked up the cloth bag, grabbed the book, and got into the bed curtain. He kept his voice low, fighting back the anger that the bed had been ruined. "What's the matter with you recently?"

"I know that some races in the abyss will determine their status through mating behavior. I also know that many demons will take humans for fun. But you! Don't you want to be that Ramon voluntarily Press-"

Nimo didn't hesitate to reach out and grab the bird's neck.

"That has nothing to do with you." He said solemnly, "If you mean this, then you can shut up."

The neck of the grey parrot that was caught was trembling slightly, and the golden bird's eyes swept over from time to time. But it continued humming firmly to express its dissatisfaction.

"...but that's fine," Nemo said, unbuttoning the bag with his other hand. "I'm not too sorry for what I'm going to do next."

The grey parrot stared vigilantly at the bottles and jars that were taken out of the cloth bag.

"Murder—"

"Shut up." Nemo gritted his teeth and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth. "Be quiet, if my roommate happens to be back—" Looking at Hayden's situation, Nemo didn't think the other party could last long in a social situation.

Construction, then started pecking Nemo's mouth. "It's just fragile anyway..."

"Then I'll sweep you." Nemo threatened unskillfully, unscrewing one of the vials. But there is no strange smell coming out of it, it is better to say that there is no smell wafting from the mouth of the bottle at all.

"Hey, what is this?" "You... are you really angry?"

"Dye." Nemo put the attached small brush into the mouth of the bottle, and the pocket magic circle on the brush handle ran smoothly. "The best dye, the cleaning ladies here can get a lot, after all, they have to apply and repair all kinds of damage. Even if Godwin can't touch Clement's student materials, everyone knows that tumbleweeds carry Grey parrot, we have to be careful."

"Liar!" the parrot shrieked, squinting at the brush. "This is definitely some kind of potion, if it's just a disguise, why didn't you guys-"

"The dye on the outside smells, fades, and sticks together. Magic leaves marks." Nemo shrugged and raised his brush. "Look, didn't I come to prepare as soon as possible?"

“…Help!!”

The initiator of this tragedy patted the dust on his long skirt and opened the door in front of him. Ann knocked on the small copper ball beside the door with the bronze medal on his chest, and the entire space was suddenly filled with the light of the magic lamp.

Countless portraits are embedded in the walls. In the center of the house is a display of trophies and armor, and even weapons. The Hall of Fame at Clements College preserves the belongings of many of the greats who attended Clementines—some donated, others relics photographed by the college.

There are usually few people here, and the cleaning ladies only need to clean once a week. Although the place is very large, the cleaning is not complicated and there are few bumps, which is very suitable for newcomers who have just joined the job. He also did not dare to leave too strong traces of the cleaning spell, and An carefully wiped the dust on the glass. Compared to killing enemies on the battlefield, this amount of exercise is nothing at all.

She cleans the space very neatly, but the movements are getting slower and lighter.

"Ann, Clementine College is a great place." The young man with a warm smile in memory patted her head, "It's much more interesting than here."

“Can I go when I grow up?…Same as my brother?”

"...sorry, I'm afraid not."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to you until you're older." The young man sighed, "Don't ask now, dear boy. Come on, my brother will tell you something else, okay? ?"

"I want to go to Clementine to study in the future." She did have this desire.

"Did I mention Lopez to you? Well, not the fierce Lopez, but the other one, my class. Do you remember Flint?"

"Hmm."

"The kid stole the cleaning lady's dye last month, dyed the professor's guinea pig purple, and was punished to sweep the memorial hall for three months. Manual cleaning, no magic kind of."

“…Brother, is that guinea pig okay?”

"It's alive and kicking. In fact, many girls are also thinking about the dye, after all, the dyeing effect is scary. If it wasn't for the high magic power of the professor, the guinea pig would probably be purple for the rest of its life. ."

"I want to see... purple guinea pig..." She fell asleep quickly, and the conversation she remembered came to an abrupt end.

Ann straightened her back and looked at the large portrait in front of her - when Flint Lopez was cleaning the Hall of Fame himself, he probably never thought that his portrait would one day appear here Bar.

Unfortunately, there is no Flint Lopez face on the portrait. It depicts the well-known appearance of the captain of the Tin Soldiers' mercenary regiment - the sword of remnant fire, and the strange mask.

And on the left is a portrait of his brother, Emmanuel Lopez, who died prematurely. This Lopez showed his face upright and bright, dressed as a trial knight. Emmanuel looks handsome, similar to her team leader, but his temperament is much more melancholy. Ann pouted—if she guessed right, Flint Lopez also had a very similar look.

Emanuel, the "very fierce Lopez". The former Knight Commander of Adrian Cross, Godwin's father. Ann looked at the dull green eyes for a while, turned his gaze to the right of Flint's portrait, and then froze for a few seconds.

The right side of Flint's portrait is naturally not empty.

The above is also a young man, wearing a well-dressed robe. The long brown hair was **** without a trace. His appearance is soft, and the smile on his face is like a spring breeze. It's just that all this is made up of paints, which are fixed on the canvas.

His staff is in a glass case not far away, and is classified as a relic. A delicate metal plaque was placed beside the portrait and the staff, with gorgeous words engraved on it, summarizing the life of the deceased in a few simple sentences. It's a pity that most of the text is buried by the decorative strokes that twist and turn, and it is almost impossible. That is to say, the large line of characters on the top of the metal plate is still clear—

Yes, she should have expected this. Ann let out a shaky breath.

...I haven't seen this face for a long, long time.

The female warrior looked back as if scorched by flames, and said nothing. She quickly cleaned the rest and quickly left the empty memorial hall. Without the illumination of the magic lamp, the thick curtains perfectly blocked the sunlight, and the portraits on the wall were immersed in darkness again.

(m..=)