A place like Kursis, far from disputes and tropolises.
A week passed in just the blink of an eye.
The addiction problem caused by the sale of mutated plants by Il was finally solved through the joint efforts of several casters in Kursis.
Unfortunately, after this incident, Il's flower shop, from originally being neglected, beca completely deserted. This led him to visit Ronald frequently, complaining about his business struggles and the incomprehensible nature of humans.
anwhile,
Perhaps from being overly frightened during the last visit, or maybe due to other distractions. In any case, after the eting a week ago, Dominic did not keep in contact as he promised during their conversation, nor did he correspond through letters.
Perhaps to the administrator of Black Mountain Town, Kursis had already beco a place he was unwilling to ntion.
But Dominic was not an exception.
Everyone experiences such troubling emotions.
For instance, today, Ronald was facing an unavoidable serious issue—
"Ronald, what are we learning today?"
Early in the morning, Phil was looking at Ronald with a curious and eager gaze from across the desk.
And Ronald was at a loss.
This little guy, Phil, had once again finished the learning material faster than Ronald expected. Because of this, the study schedule Ronald had set just two days ago had to be overhauled.
So what should he do now?
Ronald could hardly maintain a serious expression!
If they were on Earth, Phil could be considered a prodigy. A plain mortal like Ronald was truly unable to handle such a level of talented student.
"Phil, I..."
Knock, knock, knock—
Under this possibly non-existent psychological pressure, Ronald was almost about to admit defeat.
But right then, Costate brought in breakfast, knocked on the door, and set today's food in front of Ronald:
"Sir, this is your breakfast for today."
"Il adjusted the plants left from before and made them into these mushroom slices that taste like beef."
"You can try them; they taste great."
Ronald looked at the plate set before him.
The golden brown mushroom slices emitted a tempting aroma on the plate. The yellow pattern on the mushroom's surface had transford into crispy thin slices under the fire's transformation. Plus, with the spices carefully prepared by maid Costate, this delicious dish before him imdiately stirred his appetite!
As for the mushroom, it was actually transford from Il's mutated plants…
In tis like this, who cared about those things!
Without hesitation, Ronald picked up a fork, selected a slice of mushroom from the plate, and swallowed it. As he chewed, he didn't forget to praise Costate's culinary skills:
"Costate, it tastes amazing!"
"Tomorrow at the sa ti, rember to prepare the sa breakfast for !"
Costate didn't possess Ronald's diverse thoughts.
The maid ticulously noted the current ti and the content of the breakfast before Ronald, then nodded and exited the room.
anwhile, in the room, Phil's curious gaze shifted to Ronald's plate:
"Ronald, do these mushrooms taste good?"
Ronald imdiately shook his head in disapproval:
"Phil, I think you'd better eat so milder foods."
"My body has undergone various spell enhancents, allowing to boldly try all sorts of novel foods. Even if any issues arise, I can handle them properly myself."
"I see..." Phil nodded thoughtfully.
Seeing Ronald start his breakfast, the little girl thoughtfully decided not to disturb him further and turned to find her playmates.
As for Ronald left in the room...
Watching Phil leave the manor and head towards Il's flower shop, Ronald finally sighed in relief.
Now putting down the fork in his hand,
Ronald looked at the plate of mushrooms before him, sothing didn't seem quite right; the previous delicious taste had vanished entirely.
"..."
"As it was brought by Costate, it's alright just to eat it?"
Ronald quickly persuaded himself and then wholeheartedly enjoyed his breakfast.
However, today was destined to be an extraordinary day.
After enjoying a rare breakfast in the morning while Phil hadn't returned to the manor,
Through his complete understanding of the small town, Ronald suddenly noticed soone approaching alone from the east of Kursis, heading towards the unexplored area.
This special visitor didn't conceal their magic fluctuations, and upon realizing this, Ronald recognized the identity of the visitor.
Alya from the Gert school.
The Sealer of the original tale of Tales of the Arabian Nights.
"..."
"It's her..."
Ronald stood up, his expression showing so surprise.
In his experiences at Springs, Alya's attitude towards Ronald was very friendly, and Ronald had a good impression of her.
According to Patricia's account—
After he went missing in the city, this holder of the original text caused quite a stir, and it was only with Her Majesty the Queen's intervention that she was reluctantly persuaded to leave Springs.
And now, Alya actually ca looking for him in Kursis?
Was it because there were unresolved matters back in Springs, or did Alya have so urgent business requiring his attention?
Ronald's mind was filled with thoughts, but his actions were even quicker.
Swiftly storing Phil's lesson plans in the cabinet securely locking them, Ronald didn't use the stairs but turned and jumped out of the bedroom window, activating a few spells with two incantations and swiftly flying in Alya's direction.
Kursis is indeed a small village.
In the blink of an eye, Ronald had passed over the residential area, spotting Alya's figure on the ground.
After several months—
The posture of this fairy tale sealer was unchanged from their last eting.
Under a parasol in early sumr, Alya walked leisurely on the road, her actions unhurried as she approached Kursis.
Ronald promptly landed in front of her, smiling:
"Miss Alya, long ti no see."
Without concealing himself, Ronald was naturally noticed by Alya as he landed.
Gazing at Ronald with a kind look, Alya spoke with a smile after exchanging greetings:
"Yes, Ronald, long ti no see."
"I have very important business to discuss with you today in Kursis."
Ronald's expression changed:
"Very important business?"
"That's right." Alya nodded directly, replying, "I have brought a letter for you this ti."
"A letter sent by your lover, Heloise."
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