"I heard that Mr. Poquelin was born into a family of tapestry merchants?"

Chrissy asked.

The playwright, who is approaching middle age, looked slightly startled. "Yes."

"It sounds like it was a lifetime ago now."

I can't tell what kind of emotion is contained in the tone.

"The story behind your fame has been widely circulated in the royal capital, and your family will probably know about it soon." Chris said. "Although it ultimately depends on your opinion, if you want to reconcile,

We, the Wenche family, can be the middlemen for the time being."

"No, let's forget it."

Poquelin smiled: "That person never felt that he had done anything wrong, and neither did I. Since we have been separated for so long, there is no need to meet again now."

He took out the manuscript sent by Chris yesterday from behind his back.

"Thank you, these words have helped me a lot." Then he changed the topic: "But no matter what, the story of him transforming into a super dog hero and saving the world in the dark is still..."

Just as he was about to say it was too bizarre, a white phantom rushed past him, startling him.

The manuscript in my hand was washed away, fell to the side of the stone brick stove, stained with sparks, and was blown by the wind...

"Ahhhhh! The lawn is burning! Put out the fire, put out the fire!"

After hurriedly rescuing the unburned paper, Chris looked fierce, put her hands on her hips and roared: "Xiaobai! Look what you have done!"

"Chris——" Behind him, a voice sounded like it came from hell. "What are you doing——"

Chrissy turned her head tremblingly, and an enlarged version of the evil face appeared directly above her.

The Great Demon Lord Ashwell has arrived!

"Now! Give me a reason to forgive you!" Ashwell's sharp eyes were extremely cold.

Chrissy whined sadly.

Then he reluctantly accepted the sanction from his mother.

…

Wayne rubbed his tired right hand and glanced at Chris, who was lying on the table next to him, sleeping like a pig.

Yesterday, after a lot of excitement, Chrissy finally received a very harsh punishment - copying "How to Be a Good Lady" written by a certain princess many years ago by hand a hundred times.

You are not allowed to go to school until you finish copying.

Therefore, Chris was locked up at home all day yesterday. She couldn't finish copying at the end, so she had to ask Wayne for help.

"This princess must be a role model for noble girls."

When seeing this thin but well-written article, Wayne sighed.

"If you think it's a good example to abandon your identity as a princess, go overseas to become an adventurer, and never be heard from again," Chris said.

Fine.

After copying it dozens of times, he felt that he could recite the entire text, but Chris fell asleep at some point.

Outside the window, dawn is gradually breaking in the sky, and the morning mist is shrouded.

Wayne patted Chrissy's shoulder gently, "Chrissy, go to bed and sleep... I've finished copying."

"Woo~~Fat beef roll~Shrimp slippery~hairy tripe~" She muttered unconsciously.

Good guy, I didn’t even forget to eat it in my dreams.

Sighing, he quietly left the room and carefully closed the door.

The staple food of this world is bread and potatoes.

Although as a noble you can eat a lot of meat, and the bread is not so hard that you can use it as a weapon to hit people, but the taste is naturally far less delicious than the food in your previous life.

Forget it, let her relive it in her dream.

Picking up the sword given to him by the prince, Wayne went to the courtyard to do basic exercises.

There is still a large area of ​​charred black on the lawn, like an ugly scar, which is Chris's masterpiece yesterday.

No...it should have been the work of that dead dog, but the blame was entirely placed on Chris.

"If you hadn't made a fire in the yard! Can other grass be burned?"

Under the questioning of her mother, Chris was speechless.

Chrissy's bitter but powerless struggle flashed through his mind. With a faint smile on his lips, Wayne practiced the swordsmanship taught to him by his tutor one by one.

The sun rises, the sun shines on the earth, and the body is warm.

"Master Wayne, are you doing morning exercises so early?" A maid who got up early saluted him.

Wayne also put away his sword and bowed his head in return.

Today is another working day and I need to go to school to fish.

"Ahh! Wayne, you are so good! You are simply my reborn parents!"

When she saw the thick pile of paper that had been copied on the table, Chris was so moved that she burst into tears.

So, on the way to school, she kept pulling Wayne to slap rainbow farts like crazy.

Wayne's lips curled up slightly, "If your mother hears this sentence, you may have to copy it a hundred or two hundred times."

Chrissy immediately covered her mouth in horror.

But after a short period of silence, she burst out laughing again: "Let me tell you, our handicraft department will definitely win this school fair!"

"Huh? How do you say it?"

Seeing her strong desire to talk, Wayne asked cooperatively.

"Pokeran, he is really famous now! There are a lot of fans of his in the royal capital. As far as I know, many noble girls even if they look down on Pokeran on the surface, they will actually buy them secretly.

Hide his works under your pillow and read them over and over again!" She said ambitiously: "With the help of his fame, I want to create a super big IP - Hero Dog!"

Wayne felt that his facial expression must be very stiff now.

"Hero dog?"

"That's right!" Chris said, "The superhero who can become super large and destroy a monster with one punch is named...Bobby!"

"Then after this image becomes famous, I will make an extra-large version, at least as big as a city gate. As an entry for our handicraft department, I can't believe it won't be the first place!"

Wayne clapped his hands in shock.

"You are really a...genius."

The more Chris thought about it, the more excited she became. She could not sit still in the carriage. She wished she could get that heroic dog named Bobby right now and punch Songli Edgeworth away.

"In this way, we can continue to make a variety of Poppy peripherals. Our chamber of commerce will definitely make a lot of money from this!"

The carriage suddenly stopped suddenly, and Chris lost her balance and fell on top of Wayne.

Of course, there was no routine plot that I liked to see, it was just a slight slap on the head.

"What's going on!" Chris got up angrily and opened the car window.

Outside the window, Curry Edgeworth's carriage was parked aside, side by side with his own carriage.

This passage is about ten meters long and the slightly narrow stone gate is the only way from the Duke's Palace to the academy. Unfortunately, the Chancellor's residence also lives in this direction.

Next to him, Ge Li showed half of his head in confusion.

When she saw Chrissy in the other car, her expression suddenly changed and she shouted to the driver: "Don't give way to her! Just rush over!"

Chrissy was so angry that she ordered not to be outdone: "Don't stop, just run forward and see whose car is harder!"

So, only a "bang!" was heard.

The two carriages were stuck in the city gate together, unable to advance or retreat.

Wayne:......
Chapter completed!