Looking at the two people rushing in, Alice asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"This..." Seeing that nothing happened in the room, the two of them were very embarrassed. Bedwell said embarrassedly: "Your Highness, are you okay? Because a very strong magic suddenly burst out in the room just now, we thought someone was attacking..."

Listening to Bedevier's explanation, Alice scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, as if she had forgotten to say hello to Bedevier and Joan of Arc before: "I'm sorry, I'm making something, I forgot to tell you, and I scared you."

"It's nothing, since that's the case, I'll take it back." After realizing that it was a misunderstanding, Bedwell stepped down. Although Joan of Arc was a little curious, the attractiveness of the TV program was far greater than what Alice made, so Joan of Arc followed Bedwell and left.

Since the misunderstanding was resolved, Alice continued to possess the weapon. Soon all the treasures she had analyzed were reappeared in the world, and they all included them in their treasures of the king. It seemed that it was getting late, so she greeted Joan of Arc, who was paying attention to the TV show, and then went to rest.

When Alice got up the next day, she found that Joan of Arc had already gotten up and slowly came to the living room. She saw Bedwell cleaning, but she did not see Joan of Arc's shadow. It seemed that Joan of Arc had run out to play again.

Seeing that Alice had woken up, Bedwell said respectfully: "Good morning, Your Highness."

"Good morning, Bedwell." Alice replied lazily on the sofa, "Where is Joan of Arc? Have you run out to play again?"

"Yes, Your Highness, do you want to have a meal now?" Bedwell asked, standing in the kitchen, as if he was preparing for breakfast.

"Yes." Alice nodded in agreement with Bedevier's proposal.

The warm breakfast time passed quickly, and Alice, who had nothing to do, suggested that Bedevill teach her how to cook food. Since it was Alice's request, Bedevill agreed without thinking.

The two of them came to the kitchen. Bedeville started teaching the most basic cookies. Alice followed Bedeville's instructions and started making it. She first took out a piece of butter prepared by Bedeville from the refrigerator, put it on the chopping board, waited for it to soften, then whipped it with an egg whisk, and then put it in sugar.

After making the above preparations, take out the flour from the cabinet, take out a small part and put it in a bowl. Then pour in the butter that has been stirred before, stir gently to allow the two to be fully integrated, and soon the ingredients are completely prepared.

Put a layer of oil paper on the baking tray, then take the chrysanthemum mouth handed over by Bedevier, put it in the piping bag with the help of Bedevier, then put the raw materials into the piping bag, and then slowly squeeze the forgiveness on the oil paper.

Soon a plate of semi-finished cookies was finished, and the oven was preheated first, then the baking tray was put in, and the rest was waiting.

Although I only had to wait fifteen minutes, these fifteen minutes were very long for Alice. The irritable Alice couldn't help but turn around in the kitchen. Seeing this, Bedwell comforted him: "Don't be nervous, Your Highness."

"I'm not nervous!" Alice replied calmly, but no matter how she looked, she didn't look like a very calm person.

The long fifteen minutes finally arrived. Alice couldn't wait to turn on the oven, and a sweet smell came to her face. She carefully took out the baking tray. Looking at the fragrant cookies on the baking tray, Alice couldn't help but want to taste one, but someone's hand was faster. Before Alice could react, she had already snatched away.

Looking at Joan of Arc who came out of nowhere, holding the cookie she had just made and was about to put it in her mouth. Alice panickedly wanted to stop it: "That Joan of Arc, wait a moment! Don't eat it!"

However, Joan of Arc didn't listen to Alice at all, but just made a face at Alice, and then ate the cookie in one bite. Seeing that the cookie had been eaten by Joan of Arc, Alice's heart suddenly rose to her throat, staring at Joan of Arc nervously and asked, "How does that taste?"

Joan of Arc frowned and swallowed the cookie with difficulty. Then he looked at Alice with tears in his eyes. Seeing Joan of Arc's expression, Alice was immediately panicked: "That, if it's not delicious, just spit it out. Don't eat it to comfort me."

"No, mother~!" Looking at Alice in panic, Joan of Arc smiled as if he had changed his face, hugged Alice happily and said, "What you made is really delicious."

"Really?" Looking at Joan of Arc who suddenly changed his face, Alice didn't react for a moment. Bedeville also tasted a piece behind her and smiled happily: "Your Highness, what you cook is really delicious."

Alice picked up a cookie half-believingly and put it carefully in her mouth. A silky feeling filled her mouth, with a sweet and slightly vanilla smell. Looking at Joan of Arc standing aside and smiling at her, Alice couldn't help but pinch Joan of Arc: "Damn girl! She actually dared to lie to me before!"

Seeing Alice's actions, Joan of Arc immediately ran away, and grimacing while escaping: "Who is more confident than mother! But mother, you are so nervous~!"

"nonsense!"

"It's not to be caught~! Wow!!"

Just like this, the leisurely and happy time passed by quickly. In the blink of an eye, the calendar took off several coats. Alice still lazily got up from the bed as usual. It seemed that because of the rainy weather, Joan of Arc, who used to go out to play, was staying at home today, watching those pretty good TV series.

Since there was nothing to do, Alice came to the balcony and looked at the gloomy sky from afar. For some reason, Alice always felt restless, as if something would happen. Looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, Alice's brows became deeper and deeper.

At this time, at the gate of Mafanliang College, a black figure was slowly walking towards him. Soon the figure walked into Mafanliang's gate. The black figure looked at the quiet campus, took out a bottle from his arms, and poured out the liquid inside.

Soon three human-shaped slimes appeared in front of the black figure. One of the human-shaped slimes wearing a hat said unceremoniously to the black figure who was several times taller than him: "Dead old man, what's wrong?"

The black figure didn't mind the rude attitude with these slimes at all, but just said happily: "It's what I said before, but I'm going to add a task."

"Tsk, what's the matter? We won't do it too much." The humanoid Slime with long hair standing on the left said with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, there is nothing I can do about this. I am just a marquis. The person who asks for this matter is the duke. Before the new king appears, the twelve dukes have the greatest power." The black figure shrugged helplessly and answered Slime's question.

"Okay, what mission?" Hearing that this mission was actually released by the Twelve Duke, there was no way to refuse them, unless they didn't want to live anymore.

"It's very simple." As he said that, the black figure took out a parchment from his arms and handed it to the three humanoid slimes: "Find a safe place, draw the magic circle here, and then continue with our affairs."

"I understand." After saying that, the three humanoid slimes turned into a pool of liquid and left quietly. The black shadow shook his clothes and continued to move towards the student apartment.
Chapter completed!