Hunting College

Alpha Fort.

The Karen family’s lounge.

The sunlight outside the house crosses the spacious balcony and falls on the platinum golden carpet. The slender Calkos golden wool is shining in the sun, and the magical halo is intertwined, adding a bit of charming color.

Friedman Cullen stands in this color.

He stood in front of the desk, with one hand in his coat pocket and the other on the back of the chair, looking at a sunflower painting on the wall. As if looking in a mirror.

If on weekdays, the sunlight outside the house falls on the canvas, the sunflowers in the painting will always stretch their necks, open their petals, and enjoy the comfort of the sun. But today, on the canvas, the splendid petals of the day are lingering, looking downcast, and the edges of the beautiful heart-shaped green leaves are beginning to wither and turn yellow.

Just like his state of mind.

Sir Friedman stared at the sunflower on the canvas, muttering to himself.

On the desk behind him, a piece of dragon skin paper lay quietly, the Luan tail pen floating in the air was twisting a beautiful arc with the voice of jazz, leaving a string of elegant flowers on the dragon skin paper Font.

The space on the dragon's skin paper became less and less, and the jazz's voice gradually became muffled until it was inaudible.

for a long time.

The ink dipped in the nib of Luanwei's pen gradually dried up.

The cyan feathers swayed, sweeping out a gleam of light and dust in the sun. Then the dry nib fell on the end of the dragon skin paper and paused a few times.

The light booming sound awakened the contemplative figure at the table.

Sir Friedman turned around, glanced at the impatient quill, walked back to the desk, and sat down steadily. Then he reached out and grabbed the Luanwei pen floating in mid-air, a little more empty, and a little golden spark appeared from the tip of the pen.

Luanwei pen is not used to being grasped and writing. The beautiful cyan feathers are twisted, and the nib makes a squeak.

The Jazz ignored the restlessness.

Holding a quill pen, he solemnly signed his name at the end of the dragon skin paper.

--Friedman Black Cullen.

The spark wandered along with the tip of the pen, leaving a winding golden trace on the dragon skin paper, until Sir finished signing and putting the pen away, the gold gradually faded, leaving a touch of burnt yellow color.

It was as if someone had branded the name on this piece of paper with a soldering iron.

Sir Friedman easily threw it away, and the cyan quill slid an arc in the air like a bird, passed the pen holder, and fell into the wastebasket beside the table.

The dragon paper letterhead floated automatically, folded twice automatically, and got into the envelope already prepared by the table.

Sir's eyes were not on the letter paper and envelopes.

His fingertips were hesitating in the drawer. There is a black box in the drawer. The box is cushioned with soft ice silk, and there are several different colors of paint on it.

There are fire lacquer mixed with dragon blood, the color is like magma; there is fire lacquer bathed in moonlight, with a little starlight hidden in the deep blue; how many people give gifts to the Karen family, perhaps those alien cubs don’t know Alpha The difference with Atlas is that all distinguished guests like yellow, and all the paint is golden.

Friedman's fingertips hovered for a long time among the fire paint of different colors and origins, and finally chose the most common blood red fire paint.

It was a fire paint made of turpentine, paraffin, and tar mixed with ordinary red pigments.

The young blood family watched the fire paint melt into a gentle liquid in mid-air, watched the liquid tumbling and mixing in mid-air, and watched tiny bubbles emerge from the fiery red.

Crackling.

He smiled suddenly, shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and spotted the liquid on the envelope.

Then he took out his coat of arms from the drawer, dipped a little silver powder in the powder box, and covered it heavily on the fiery red liquid. The lacquer solidified and shaped quickly under the pressure of the lacquer seal, and the thick envelope was filled with a slight fragrance of rosin.

"Give it to Seprano."

Sir Friedman ordered softly.

A small figure flashed past, and the desktop became clean again.

In the waste paper basket next to the table, Luanwei pen with the burnt nib twitched weakly. After losing the nib, no matter how beautiful the feathers are, it is of no value.

...

...

"... This letter from Sir Friedman puts an end to the battle for the successors of the two student leaders of Alpha, and also for the unity of the entire academy, for bridging the rift in the academy, for Siprano and Karen. The easing of the relationship has created favorable conditions."

"Before that, whether Friedman or Siprano, both sides acted very cautiously and refused to take the lead in reaching out to each other in front of many supporters-Seprano did not reach out because he was competing against August Stow has the upper hand in the game, and his consistent position is determined to reform, and there is no reason to embrace the stubborn conservatives; Sir Friedman does not reach out because he is unwilling to show in danger and threat Any weakness, this will destroy his prestige and status in pedigree supporters, especially in groups like 3A."

"But the development of the situation is not shifted by personal will. Facing the aggressive momentum of Jiuyou Academy, the crisis revealed inside and outside the First University, and the chaos in Alpha Academy, both parties need to ease their relations, and both I want to ease the relationship ~www.readwn.com~ but they are not willing to take the initiative to show it."

"The result is a pair of minuet, the dance steps are confusing, both sides can say that there is no skin contact, and there is no need to be ashamed for being rejected, and a beautiful arc is maintained, which allows both parties to maintain Their respective positions without having to discuss how to start from scratch..."

After reading this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but patted his thigh in agreement.

"The writing is great," he made no secret of his praise for this sharp review, turning his head to look at Fatty Xin sitting on the other side of the desk: "The author of this article, this Henry Alfred is Who? His writing is really great, especially the metaphor, it's so precise...no, it's as beautiful as a poem."

Banner raised his eyelids and glanced at the newspaper in Zheng Qing's hands. He immediately knew which page and article he was looking at, and replied:

"Henry? He is a special commentator for the Beta Town Post and a senior consultant for the Wizards League. An old wizard who is old enough to walk and needs magical help, and needs elves to feed his mouth to eat...We always think he is a little old Confused. But looking at this new comment, he is still as sharp as he was when he was young."

"Senior advisor of the alliance?" Zheng Qing came with some interest: "Then why would he pay attention to the affairs between the two young people? This is a bit overkill."

"The matter concerning Augustus's inheritance and unity with Alpha is not small at all." Another voice interrupted Zheng Qing and Fatty Xin's chat, and at the same time asked: "Excuse me, please pass me another frog, thank you. "

Nicholas wore silk gloves with both hands, raised in front of him, with a sincere face: "I need to practice this chaos curse again... I will definitely take the exam during the exam."

On the desktop in front of him, the remaining dust of the used frog was half an inch thick.