Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

What did the shopkeeper ask him for?

Ansair wondered, didn't he just go to the shopkeeper before school started and asked if he could buy donkey feed from the shop?Is it necessary for the shopkeeper to chase him to the school that has started semi-closed management?

The shopkeeper is so big and famous, and he must have been operating near Kles for a long time. Would he not know the school's rules and regulations, and the management restrictions on students, and deliberately spend a lot of effort to find him at this time?

This style of behavior is not at all like that of an experienced businessman, it is very abnormal, which makes Ansair vigilant.

If the opponent's mind is right, if the opponent's abnormality is justified, and if he can obtain greater benefits from the abnormal behavior, then everything makes sense.

Ansair seriously thought about what kind of benefits the shopkeeper could get from himself.

First of all, he is the second prince of the Kingdom of Orvig.The shopkeeper inexplicably recognized his identity, and wanted to use his prince's power to make a profit.Secondly, he is a god of law... This can be ignored for now, there are only a handful of people who know his promotion, and there is basically no possibility of leaking secrets.

Finally, and most likely, what attracts dispensers is the feed.

At that time, because Gerald and his club members "made trouble", he hurried back to the dormitory and didn't pay attention to the shopkeeper. Looking back now, as soon as he took out the feed, the shopkeeper's expression changed drastically, and the shock and longing in his eyes couldn't be concealed Live, which shows that feed is attractive to shopkeepers.

Later, because of lack of time, he was too lazy to go outside the school, and the school began to be semi-closed again, and the contact with the shopkeeper was accidentally disconnected. In other words, it was more difficult for the shopkeeper to get news related to feed from him.

The more Ansair recalled, the more he felt that the last guess was the most likely.

With a rough guess, Ansair felt a little better when he found out that his (dual) identity hadn't been leaked.He thanked Nemo, looked inside the dormitory with his head — there is a screen and a corner between the door of the dormitory and the living room, and people sitting in the living room cannot directly see the door — after that, he took out a dark mask and handed it to the dormitory. to nemo.

"Here's a little thing I made," he said. "It didn't work out what I expected, but it should work for you."

The shopkeeper was looking for him, and Ansair felt that the news was worth a small reward.

Nemo picked up the mask and looked at it, with a little curiosity and subtlety hidden in the depths of his eyes: "Mask?"

Black?

The function of a mask is nothing more than to block the wind and sand to block the face, but to make the mask black... It takes a little more effort to judge whether the mask is clean or not.

The applicability of masks of this color is average.

Nemo came to a conclusion.

Ansair: "Wear it, it can block the wind, and it can also filter [-]|[-]% of ordinary odors and some irritating gases."

Nemo: "..."

Nemo: "!!!"

Nemo focused all his attention on the second half of Ansair's sentence.

Filters out most odors!Even if it's just an ordinary, ordinary smell!There is also the function of isolating part of the poisonous gas!It's so practical, isn't it? !

Not to mention research, when professionals go out to explore secret lands, deep forests, or unknown places, who wouldn't want something that can filter toxic and harmful gases?It's still a mask!It's easy to buckle on the face!

Nemo instantly felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a mask, but an artifact that would sell well in the next few hundred years for professionals all over the continent!

Nemo's movements were a little cautious. He didn't dare to fold it. He took out a stack of orders from the largest pocket, carefully put the mask in properly, and then stacked the orders skillfully and stuffed them into another pocket. .

"Thank you." Nemo said solemnly.

"?"

Ansair didn't understand, why didn't a takeaway guy who was coming and going in the wind and rain get a new mask and put it on immediately, so as to reduce being poisoned by the wind and the mixed smell of various takeaways.But everything has been given away, and he won't talk about how others use it.

"You're welcome, this mask is just a semi-finished product."

In fact, in Ansair's mind, this mask could hardly be called a failure, and it was far from a semi-finished product, but this couldn't be said in front of Nemo, he had beautified it a little bit.

Nemo: Is this still a work in progress?

Nemo put on a good-natured face, without any aggressiveness, and asked curiously and respectfully: "Your expectations for the finished product..."

Ansair said casually: "At least it can prevent the smell from special alchemy materials."

Now it can only prevent ordinary odors and some irritating odors, which is still far away.

Nemo was in awe, and solemnly expressed his yearning and expectation for the finished mask, and finally, he tried to have a relationship with Anse Erla.

Where did Ansair grow up in this life? He met a lot of flattering and likable people. Nemo's rank is quite high, but perhaps due to his age, he is a little young.

Looking at Nemo's face, he felt that the other's words and deeds were completely different from his face.

Nemo quickly realized his useless efforts, and immediately said that he would not disturb Ansair and others for dinner, and ran away like flying.

Ansair just closed the door, but when he turned around, he found a tall figure standing aggrieved behind the screen.

Although the screen was large, the material was translucent, and Ansair could clearly see Ernest staring at him intently.

not good!Might be spotted!

This was Ansair's first reaction. He was startled on the spot for a second, and then walked towards Ernest as if nothing had happened.

"Have you waited long? Eat now."

He kept his face steady until the end of the meal.Ernest was also very steady and didn't ask a word.

But Samuel couldn't help it for the first time.

He felt that the meal had a stomach ache and the atmosphere was weird, so he might as well eat it alone.

After finishing the meal quickly and politely, Samuel politely said that it was time for him to spend time with the dear plants in the yard, and generously gave up the living room to the remaining two.

Ansair finally swallowed his last mouthful of food. Ernest next to him put down the napkin at the same time, and took care of the follow-up of the takeaway in the blink of an eye. He stopped in front of Ansair and looked at him with a little expectation and disappointment in his eyes: "Al , do you want to come and see my room?"

Ansair looked at the black dragon for a while, let out a breath, and agreed resignedly.

Ernest laughed immediately, and led Ansair into his bedroom.

——The plan to lure Al into the bedroom has finally succeeded^^

In fact, it is not necessarily the bedroom.

There are four students living in a large two-storey villa, and the room area allocated to each student is about [-] to [-] square meters, which is still the actual occupied area, excluding common sharing → there is no sharing in the central mainland .

For an ordinary student who came to school, the size of the room is enough to divide several spaces, such as a real bedroom for sleeping, a small corner for daily living, a small studio for magic research that law students generally have, and physics students have There are small training rooms full of training equipment and so on.

Ansair divides the room functions in almost the same way.From the perspective of his previous life, the conditions of this dormitory are so good that people are enviable. As for his current perspective...he came from a remote town, of course he thinks this dormitory is wonderful.

It can be said that he and Ernest went upstairs and downstairs. The original layout and specifications of the room were almost the same. He could tell the original appearance of the room with his eyes closed.

But now, he looked at the wall that had obviously been demolished, the "small" living room that took up 80.00% of the room?tea room?I was so shocked that I forgot the discomfort before.

"There's a big living room outside, why do you want to make one in the room? It's still so... spacious?"

Ansair barely used positive words to describe it, instead of directly using words like "you are wasting such a space for functional duplication".

He was very confused. If he hadn't been sane, he would have wanted to see how big Ernest's sleeping place was, and whether it was enough for Ernest to sleep comfortably. He wanted to ask, "Where is your training room? Did you just mess up?" Small training room".

Ernest led Ansair to sit on the soft chair in the middle that seemed extremely comfortable, and he sat on another chair separated from Ansair by a small tea table.

This is another point of Ansair's doubts.

You say this is the living room, the exquisite teapot, teacups on the coffee table and the assortment of tea caddy in a row of cabinets next to it are not fake.You say this is a tea room, which serious tea room will have soft cushions and boxes of small snacks everywhere.Most importantly, which serious tea room has only two seats in a tens of square meters of space, a soft chair (lazy sofa), and a wooden chair under his buttocks, where Ernest is sitting?

It was as if this improved tea room was only open to a certain person, and only he and its owner were welcome.

Ansair took a sip of the tea that Ernest handed him, suppressing the inexplicable emotions slowly rising in his heart.

"Aren't you afraid of being hot?" Ernest breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I cooled the water for a while, remember to pay attention to the temperature when drinking tea."

Ansair smiled awkwardly, then looked at the teacup in his hand in surprise, to be precise, it was the tea in the cup.

"What kind of tea is this? It's delicious."

"I picked it near the habitat of my ethnic group." Ernest said, "I named it at random, so don't remember it. If you like to drink Al, I still have a lot of tea, just take it."

Even drinking and taking, Ansair is not that thick-skinned.Moreover, his tongue has been cultivated, so it is not easy (cheap) to taste this tea at one sip.

He changed his voice and went straight to the point: "You actually saw it before."

Ernest was silent for a moment, then nodded.

When Ansair saw it, his tangled heart suddenly calmed down.

Facts have proved that hope is shattered, and his and Nemo's affairs have been discovered, what else can we do?Well explained of course.This was the reason why he agreed to Ernest's invitation, and it was also the reason why Ernest invited him.

If you find that there may be misunderstandings between friends, then open the skylight and speak up, and everyone will talk about it to solve the misunderstanding.This is what good friends should do and how they value each other.

"That mask was originally made for you."

He even chose black.

"It's just that I'm not proficient enough, and I don't have enough control over spells. The masks I made are far from what I expected."

The sensitive sense of smell of the orcs makes their starting strength stronger than that of humans, but at the same time, they are also very sensitive to the smell of some materials used by alchemists.

A few days ago, when Ernest and Vanessa changed dormitories, they said that Vanessa didn't like living with Hayden. The reason was that the alchemy materials Hayden used had a "big" smell, which made the orcs smell uncomfortable.At that time, Ansair promised to make a mask for Ernest, the kind that could completely block the smell of alchemy materials.

Ansair kept this matter firmly in his heart. Even though he was busy with many things these days, he did not forget to take the time to try to make a mask that fit his idea.

To make a mask, the material is simple, just a few pieces of cloth, and the process is also very simple, just use the magic to command the cloth to cut, cut and stick it.What is not simple is to enchant the mask so that it has enough odor-blocking function.

In the end, the mask was made, and the effect was not flattering to Ansair.

You can't give something like this to your friends at all.

Ansair had a headache for a while, thinking about whether he should discuss this knowledge with Hayden.

In terms of refining and enchanting, he is a novice, while Hayden is a veteran with rich experience.

"The enchantment needs to be improved, but the mask is limited by its own material and can no longer bear the enchantment, so it is basically useless." Ansair said, "I can't give you the mask that has been refined, but Nemo just told me a information, so..."

"...The waste was used."

He spoke the last few words very quietly.

But no matter how small it was, there were only him and Ernest in the tea room, and Ernest's five senses were still so good, so naturally there was no case of overhearing.

Ernest whispered, "I see."

Ansair said seriously: "If I want to give you something, I can't and I won't give it to others casually."

That's what worried him in the first place.

Ernest bowed his head and thought for a long time, while Ansair lingered for a long time in the torment of "my friend understands" and "my friend still minds".

What should you do if your friend still feels out of touch?Ansair thought distressedly, should he stop emphasizing that the importance of friends in his heart is completely different from that of Nemo?

Should he go to Nemo to get the mask back?It's not impossible, it's just, a little...

"Al, can you tell me what Nemo told you?" Ernest asked cautiously.

Ansair: ...?

"Yes, yes." He said quickly, "Didn't I want to find a place to buy donkey feed a few days ago, and now the shopkeeper of the livestock breeding shop I asked is looking for me, and probably wants to ask me something."

He looked at Ernest's face, and thought uncertainly: Don't be shy?Still care about him in turn?

He really deserves to be his friend recognized by Ansair!

Ernest pondered for a moment: "An outsider who tries to find a way to come in must have something to ask for. Al, if you decide to meet the shopkeeper, tell me, and I will go with you, okay?"

Ansair said brightly, "No problem."

Ernest continued to babble: "When the time comes, Al, you stand far away, and I will stand in front of you. If there is an emergency, I can help you block it."

Ansair subconsciously vetoed: "How can that be." He is a god of law, and he wants his friends to stand in front of him?

Ernest insisted: "Ordinary people don't want to break through my physical defense." How could he let Al stand in front?

The subtle sound of tea flowing across the ears brings an elegant and slightly sweet atmosphere.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly laughed together.

very nice.

A friend who is wholeheartedly thinking about the other party and always thinking about the other party's safety is rare and rare in life.

Ansair looked at Ernest with extremely gentle eyes.

Ernest smiled and bent his eyebrows, his smile was bright and sunny, but under the long eyelashes there was a torrential passion hidden.

They carefully planned what the shopkeeper would do when he approached Ansair, and talked about what kind of speaking and fighting skills they could use in any situation.He also heard Ernest describe in an exaggerated tone how the shopkeeper fell under Ansair's ingenuity, and heard Ansair blushed and repeatedly told him to stop bragging.

Before he knew it, the pot of tea ran out, and Ansair realized that it was getting late and it was time for him to leave.

Before leaving, Ernest made (coincidentally) send a tea caddy to Ansier's arms, but Ansier couldn't give in after several pushbacks, and said dumbfoundingly: "You brought so much tea here because of you. I like to drink tea. I can't take what others like, but I'm good friends."

Ernest didn't care: "I brought so much tea here, because I wanted to share it with my future friends. It just so happens that we are friends, and you like this tea, take it quickly, and come to me after drinking it."

Ansair could only say: "This tea should be quite expensive. If I really treat you as a friend, I can't take advantage of you."

Hearing this, the satisfaction on Ernest's face was beyond words: "Al, do you think this tea is expensive?"

Ansair was stunned: "Yes." He was confident in his ability to taste.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a long black shadow moving up and down behind his friend from the corner of his vision.

Ansair: "!"

Taking a closer look, the vigilance that hadn't been shown on his face turned into a smile full of laughter.

What can be thrown around a friend's back and not set off an alarm?or black?

Of course it's a friend's tail.

Ernest exudes pride from every aspect, including the cheerfully flapping tail.

"This pot of tea, all the tea I brought, their raw materials are not expensive, and they can be seen everywhere outside the habitat of my ethnic group, but." The black dragon said slyly, "Al, why don't you guess what is behind this but? "

Ansair smiled and said, "If you can't guess it, just tell me."

Heilong is very proud: "The most expensive factor lies in the process of picking tea and making tea!" He emphasized, "I completed the whole process independently!"

Amazement slowly filled Ansair's eyes: "You made these yourself?" He pointed to a row of cabinets full of tea tins and asked.

Ernest nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Ansair couldn't imagine how many years it took his friend to make so many tea leaves, and there was a process of making and a process of consumption. Accumulating a little bit would probably take longer than simply making so many tea leaves. many.

Ernest handed the tea pot to Ansier again: "I made my own 'expensive' tea, Al, you have to work hard to drink it."

After a pause, Ansair accepted it helplessly and joyfully.

"and also."

Stretching the long tail behind Ernest's back, he flexibly opened the cabinet and rolled up another pot of tea, "You take this Al too."

Riding a tiger (...) was hard to get off, Ansair took it in a broken jar.

"It helps sleep. When you are new to a place, poor sleep is a very troublesome problem. If you can't sleep at night, drink a drink before going to bed."

Ansair nodded happily: "Thank you."

Seeing that he accepted it, Ernest said quietly: "Since Al, you have accepted my bribe," he said with a serious face on purpose, "then I'm going to ask for it now."

"?" Ansair didn't feel panicked, but rather interested, he thickened his voice, and said decently, "What request do you have, tell me, I'll take a look after I'm done, but I can't satisfy you."

Ernest looked solemn and serious: "My request: contract all the masks you make in the future! Whether it is a successful product or a failed product."

Ansair lost his mask of "corrupt element" in an instant, and he was astonished and filled with joy.

"Okay, okay." He smiled, "I agree to your request."

The playful "role-playing" ended quickly. Ernest watched Ansair go upstairs, turned around, closed the door, and retracted his flopping tail obediently into his body. Rows of tea cabinets were reflected in his faint gray-blue eyes. .

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On the other side, after Nemo delivered the evening order, he checked the time and found Gerald alone.

"Bosch is looking for your roommate, Al Schilling."

Gerald narrowed his eyes, glanced at Nemo, and asked, "Frank Bosch?"

Nemo affirmed: "Yes, the shopkeeper of the shop near the school that sells livestock and fodder."

Gerald: "Good investigation."

Nemo smiled and said nothing.

As the largest gossip (intelligence) organization in the school, the Information Management Society has a huge number of information sources, including not only members of the club, but also many who have not joined the Information Management Society, but due to various factors, and the leaders of the Information Management Society The average student that Gerald keeps on good terms with.

Nemo is one of them.

The reason why he helped Gerald collect intelligence was simple, it was for money.

however.

"I don't want money this time," Nemo said.

The surprise in Gerald's eyes was even more obvious: "You knew Shirin before?"

Gerald has such a flexible mind. When he heard Nemo's first sentence of "your roommate", he had already discovered Nemo's tendency.

——Do you care about your roommate?

Does Gerrard care?Of course he has to take care of it!Whether it's finding out who sent Xilin the admission letter behind his back, or simply helping Xilin, he has to take care of it.

A special class, the relationship is not bad, it is a hand to help when something happens.

Hearing that Nemo wanted no money for the first time, only verified Gerald's original idea.

Nemo denied, "I met you for the first time today."

Gerald: "That?"

So why do you care so much?

Nemo avoided answering, and talked about another matter: "I think you should update the information about Xilin's background."

Gerald was completely serious now, and he was very curious about how Schilling had influenced Nemo to such an extent in such a short period of time.

Nemo: "He is definitely not from a remote and backward area. On the contrary, he should have received a good education." After a pause, he added, "He is very capable."

Who is he? He was born in the most chaotic slum area. He has seen countless really poor people in it. I have met people of all walks of life.

Fortunately, he has the talent of a legal professional and worked hard enough to struggle all the way to Keres and win a better future for himself.

With a sharp eye, he can tell at a glance whether a person has money or not, and whether his past environment was rich or not.

He just gave Al Schilling dispensable information, but Al Schilling gave him enough inconspicuous and valuable rewards. Nemo believed that the two could not be offset, and he needed to do something for Al Schilling. Something.

Like, a little warning for someone at school who thinks Al Schilling is a low-profile, ready-to-move guy.

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Ansair: ...I ain't me no I'm such a small town boy!

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