The quarrel between Horn Shelley and Tiffany Garcia did not tell the difference between right and wrong, after all, this kind of thing itself is a mess.

He stared at the big eyes, and he couldn't let others laugh at it until the end. After Horn Shelley issued the order to expel the guest, he returned to the villa first. Tiffany Garcia probably felt that there would be no result if he continued to quarrel like this, so he turned around with red eyes.

Before leaving, I found that Donald was still standing next to me, and glared fiercely before leaving.

Donald touched his nose, looked at Susanna who was still standing at the door, and spread his hands.

"How is it like watching the show next to you?"

Susanna opened the door a little and looked back. She had already seen Donald standing next to her pretending to be watching the scenery.

"It's okay, except for a little cold, I heard right from that girl just now. Her surname is Garcia, right? There are not many surnames in Demingham..."

Some words cannot be said, and the hint is enough. She turned her head to look at Susanna, but she also looked back and blinked, as if she didn't understand at all.

"Hey~ This is boring. You have lived in Demingham for a longer time than me. You are an old friend of Horn Shelley. Some things are more than I do, right?"

Rubbing his hands, waved to Stephanie who was coming out from inside.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I really don't know. Horn has never mentioned this to us. It's only half a year since I joined his team. How long did you think it's been? I didn't expect that he has a childhood sweetheart playmate..."

Speaking of this, Susanna's expression was a little disappointed, and she walked towards the second floor with her lips pursed.

"What's wrong with her? Horn's friend came to him, why did I feel that Susanna was sad too."

Take off your jacket, the temperature inside the villa is several degrees higher than the outside.

Stephanie took it over, put it in her arms, carefully dusted some floating ashes on it, and heard Donald's words, and said helplessly: "Do you really don't know or don't know?"

"Well, what should I know...oh~ Susanna likes Horn, right?"

Donald has been thinking about his talents and magic all day long. He has been busy practicing sealing techniques recently. He has little communication with Borglow and Pence on weekdays. At most, he just chats with Stephanie. He has no time to pay attention to other people. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized it.

When he first came to the Rose Squad, he noticed that Susanna's attitude towards Horn was different from that of others, but she didn't react for a while.

"Do you know the relationship between Horn and the girl just now? She just said that the Shelley family and the Garcia family are family friends, which means that the two families have a close relationship. If you have a very good relationship with the Garcia family, will you hide it?"

This is not an ordinary family, but a family in power in Deminghan. Even if it is a little bit related, people can look up to you when you go out.

"Maybe something bad happened? Didn't Horn say just now that there is no relationship between them anymore, and haven't you noticed that Horn has never talked about his family."

Walking up the stairs, Stephanie looked to the side, but didn't notice anyone else, so she lowered her voice and said.

"That's right, maybe something is really wrong..."

There was not much shirk between the two. If it were Susanna next to them, Donald would definitely not have said this direction. When he walked to the second floor, Donald was about to go to the study, looked at his coat and said,

"Can you help me iron my clothes? I have been wearing them for a few days. They are not dirty, but they are a little wrinkled."

"Okay, I'll go iron now and send it to you after it is done."

Stephanie had ironed Donald's clothes several times before, but she didn't find it strange. In fact, she just took the coat and held it in her hand and had this meaning.

"Thank you, I'll wait for you in the study. Don't walk too fast when you come here later."

Donald walked out a few steps and turned around again, and said to Stephanie with a smile.

“Go too fast?”

Without understanding the meaning of Donald's words, Stephanie repeated a little confusedly, but Donald had turned around and entered the study.

I returned to my room with my clothes in my hand, spread them flat on the table, and brought an iron from the side. The fireplace in the room had already set off.

In order to prevent the flame from burning into the house, there were a layer of stone bricks wrapped in refractory materials around it. The iron was placed obliquely, and the bright silver bottom was facing the flame.

Although many strange things are available, electric irons did not appear in this era, only this old-fashioned iron can be used.

While the iron was heating up, Stephanie moved a chair and sat by the fireplace. She held tweezers in her hand and pulled away the hair that was stuck on the collar of the clothes, then straightened the cuffs that were rolling upwards. Listening to the beeping of the flames, her slender and elegant legs overlapped, and she hummed an unknown song in her mouth.

Stephanie did these movements very skillfully and carefully, and even more meticulously than when ironing herself.

Halfway through the care, Stephanie noticed that the jacket seemed to be heavier than usual, and lifted it up. Sure enough, she felt something in the clothes. Thinking that it should be something Donald didn't take out, she reached out to touch the pocket of the lining, and the part touched by her fingertips had a metal texture.

When ironing, there is no thing inside. Take it out and it is a delicate scroll about 7 inches long, tied with a red rope on the outside.

"reel?"

My heart beat, and Donald was a very careful person. Stephanie knew very well that his spell scroll was either carried with him or stored in a box in the room. He had never been placed everywhere. However, this time he did not take it away and said some strange things before.

Putting the clothes on the bed next to it, Stephanie stared at the scroll, hesitantly pulled the red rope open, slowly opening it.

“Talent: Emotion…”

A few words are spit out of your mouth.

In the study of the villa, Donald was also spreading the scroll, but he was the scroll of sealing from Nancy.

"Silent soul...this name is quite interesting."

Compared to the previous Oakwitz spiritual sealing technique, this name seems more stylish.

He raised the brightness of the desk lamp on the desktop and opened his small notebook from scratch. He looked at it from the beginning. The level 4 sealing technique also cost his soul. Donald wanted to see how difficult it was.

What's more, he had some personal thoughts about the casting of this spell. Nancy believed that he needed to use the soul puppet to create another him to ensure the accuracy of the double casting. To put it bluntly, there were two existences with synchronized thoughts to seal together.

If anyone else had to rely on the soul puppet, but Donald's demonic activation was not for sight. Invisible slaves could achieve spiritual harmony after the demon was revitalized, just give a command.

What needs to be confirmed now is whether the invisible slaves who have been activated by the demon can complete the casting of the entire process. There will definitely be no problem in the middle. This is something that Donald cannot guarantee at present, so he did not say it in front of Nancy before, but just said that he would go back and study it carefully.

Tatta~

Just as he was about to pick up some key points on the scroll, he wrote down the first word, and Donald heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside approaching here.

Is this discovery of the talent scroll?

Smack ~

"Ouch~"

A low voice.

This is a fall.

This time, there was no knock on the door, and the study door was pushed open directly. Stephanie, with her disheveled hair, rushed in, holding the talent scroll in her hand.

"Donald, this...is this for me?"

Because he was too excited, Stephanie stuttered a little when she spoke.

"Otherwise, I don't have this talent. What do you think it is? Do you like?"

Donald's eyes were filled with smiles when he put down his pen, his hands folded and his chin was folded.

"I, I...thank you!"

Stephanie had just read the introduction of emotional talent in the scroll in the room, and naturally knew that this talent was a perfect match for her who possessed the charming talent.

Despite some speculations, she now confirmed from Donald that this was for herself. She was ecstatic for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Just express it with actions!

He trotted forward for two steps, reached out and raised Donald's chin and turned to his side. His beard, which had not been shaved for two days, was a little bit pricked. He stared at the cheek for less than a second, and lowered his head and "chewed" it down.

"Um~"

Donald originally wanted to tell Stephanie about the talent content in detail, but was shocked by her sudden action.

The rare panic that had been left Puston finally appeared on his face.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he had already been pressed on the back of his head and forced him back to his original position.

The long golden hair hung down, covering the two of them's crossed cheeks. The moved Stephanie ignored her, but her movements were very bold. She pried open Donald's mouth in a short while.

When he finally stopped, Donald's face turned red, Stephanie was almost the same, shyness was partly part, and more because both of them were nervous and forgot to breathe...

The admiration at the first meeting, the help and rescue in Hongya Town, and the care and trust she came from during this period made her heart have long been occupied by the man in front of her.

"Donald, I like you."

Finally, he pecked Donald's lips, lowered his head and whispered softly on his ear, and without waiting for his response, he ran out of the study with the scroll.

Only Donald, who was still sitting on the bench, was left with a little confused.

I touched my lips for a while, and scratched the back of my head for a while. I picked up the pen and wanted to write a few words, but I was full of random thoughts and couldn't concentrate. I leaned against the back of the chair helplessly, and the pen rotated on my fingertips.

"I... am I leaving the ranks of single nobles?"

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