Whoosh!

Steel barbarian arrows pierced into the trunk, and the bark curled up, revealing the essence of the gangster bug.

Birds flew up and landed beside the eaves, peeking into the exquisitely landscaped courtyard.

Cathy Langgar lifted up the dark gray shawl curly hair, the woman who was about to marry the Lord of the Deep Court is famous for her flowery eyes and amazing beauty.

The gauze skirt only reaches the waist, and the upper body is wearing nothing except silk-wrapped breasts.

The female lining designer rarely considered pulling a bow and arrow, so she took off her inconvenient clothes and reviewed her skills in this courtyard.

The jade arms are stretched, the breathing is symmetrical, and the lines are as beautiful as artistic from the shoulder blades to the wrist.

Huh ~

The arrows had been staying on the bow for a long time, and the strings were babbling, sweat was gathering on the chin, frowning slightly, and chest was undulating.

She was immersed in this extremely harsh waiting, shifting her attention to the soreness of her muscles, thereby forgetting the troubles in her mind.

Crazy.

The flower bed made a friction sound, and the black cat leaped into his sight with its beard.

Whoosh!

The arrows broke through the air and penetrated the cat accurately.

But its gait was still elegant, running quickly in the sun, jumping onto the table, and licking its claws in the walls made of books.

Middle-aged ladies push their glasses, and their hairstyle and lip colors are all charming.

She hooked her little finger and turned the page, leaving her eyes in the collection of Bei'eran's poems. She stretched out her right hand to touch the cat's back, with clever force, and while enjoying the touch, she did not interrupt it to clean her claws.

"You promised to be responsible for the room. I didn't see anything except irritable. Did you take any inferior medicine?"

Covered books and documents stuffed each varnished wooden stand, scrolls and paper scattered on the ground.

The guy who caused all this was now untiing the bond without any scruples. The silk lost its pressure and spread out lightly, and was placed on the bench by her.

"I'm in a bad mood."

"Dear, this is not a reason you can shoot archers at coffee."

Cathy waited naked, and the middle-aged woman only raised her hand and waved the breeze to dry the sweat on her body.

"What's the matter? The arrow is engraved with inscriptions. This kind of secret art can't touch coffee at all."

She bent her knees and squatted down, wanting to get happiness from stroking animals, but the gloomy expression made the black cat dislike and dodged it in advance.

"I knew that Coffee had never liked me, so did you, I should pay tribute to you, Chief Consultant of Tygonda."

Nagiya is a leader in studying secret techniques and magic. She has worked as an Anton Wisson Royal Scholar, a visiting professor, and a theory teacher for Little Princess Cathy.

She had been away from the prosperous land for a long time, and had met Arnold and settled in Tygonda.

But Cathy still had a mother-daughter friendship with her, so after the incident, the first thing that came to Tygonda after the incident came to the girl who had held her and cried in the imperial yard.

The King Langyaer obviously knew about this and gave him trust, so he did not send any troops to this place.

Nagiya lowered her head and her eyes were cast from above her glasses towards the girl who was wearing gorgeous clothes.

"To be honest, I was surprised to hear that you were willing to get married, and why would that short-supporting king agree to the request?"

"I promised it myself."

"Do you love that guy?"

“Nonsense,”

Cathy sat cross-legged and began to review the meditation class, but her mouth still vented her depression.

"I've never seen that person."

Najiya's lenses were flooded, and based on her understanding of the child, she actually had some bad premonition.

"Dear, tell me, do you feel that you have grown up and want to divide the land into a legendary female lord?"

Cathy's closed eyes pounded for a moment.

The female consultant continued to analyze.

"Let me guess Mr. Langgar didn't agree, and it happened that some powerful vassal who covet your beauty proposed."

Cathy was breathing rapidly, and her meditation had been completely disrupted. She collapsed, her hands supported her knees and kneaded her forehead, as if she was in a state of distress.

"Haha, then, you agreed angrily, but you soon regretted it. The Covenant and the Kingdom Face were completely offended by you. You dare not go home, so you can only run to me..."

Cathy quietly raised her head, feeling aggrieved like a child who had been exposed for his bad deeds. When she contacted her eyes, she found that the former royal scholar had closed the books and took off his glasses.

"How many did I guess right?"

Najiya's face was serious.

"Probably, all...oh, don't show such a look. Am I here to ask you for help now? If you didn't leave, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing!"

"If I were still in Anton Wisson, you should sleep on your stomach now!"

She was walking in the room, and had already made plans in her mind to find the minstrels who were famous for their talent and elegance, and spread some news among the nobles.

It just so happens that Anton Weisen has military activities now, and before the friction is over, there is room for operation, so it is a good idea to find a way to terminate the engagement.

In fact, if King Langya did not approve of this matter, then Cathy still has the right to change his marriage partner.

"I said, why did all those wild dogs come here?"

This explains why so many nobles flocked to this competitive conference.

They have obviously found out about this news, trying to win their hearts at this critical moment and covet the huge kingdom behind this beautiful face.

"Madam, do you know where the coffee has sent the arrow?"

Cathy knew that she had caused trouble, but she was still within the scope of her tolerance, so she didn't care too much. At this moment, she had picked up the coffee and rummaged around the room, and the chaos became even worse.

It is not a cat, but a rare earth spirit left behind, which is rare now.

This kind of creature has good alchemy catalytic fluid flowing in its body, which is a myth that comes out of the mystery. Like those who are allergic to magic, they all have special physiques.

Their talent lies in perceiving secret techniques and never being hurt by them. They play simpler operations and tricks more skillfully than some apprentices.

The people list black cats as curses and ominous signs. The source is this natural ability and the elegance that is envied by others.

"Oh, here."

Cathy opened the exquisite wooden box, and the arrow that had just penetrated the coffee was lying quietly on the top. The steel arrows were exquisite and sharp, and the inscriptions on them were clearly marked. They were soaked in potions and blessed with secret techniques.

"Ms., what else is it?"

"The alchemy apprenticeships and secret art rooms in the city often produce some failures. When you walk around the coffee night, you will not put them away. Don't move around, I will deal with it."

"The heart and blood were replaced, won't they search?"

"Hey, my dear, you really should listen to the class. Coffee is much more serious than you, and it will leave enough safe substitutes to prevent those guys from taking their lives."

Cathy nodded, she prefers bows and arrows than sleepy classics.

The black cat was gently put down and ran away quickly, and the things in the box made it uneasy.

If she searched more carefully...

You can find it in the debris, the exact same ring as the one on my father's hand.
Chapter completed!