Erica, who was mentally exhausted after being affected by Kuangsan’s time disorder for several days, can finally take a good rest.
Unlike Wuming, who was wrapped tightly and slept super honestly, Erica was used to sleeping in only her underwear.
When Kurumi opened his eyes, he saw the little girl wrapped around him directly, hugging him tightly, as if hugging a pillow.
For elves, it is too simple to judge a person’s heart, and at a glance, you can know whether that person is sincere or a clown wearing a mask.
That’s why her little friends will be given a strategy by Shiori Wuhe’s big radish.
Erica is a straight-talking guy, but her inner softness is like a squirrel.
Pressing against the little girl’s forehead, just thinking about it, the room was enveloped in darkness again.Another Kurumi walked out slowly and walked down the stairs.
“His Royal Highness Kuangsan!” Seeing Kuangsan walking down, Ariana looked a little dodgy.She had already received a warning from Lord Paul, and she also understood what kind of existence the girl in front of her was.
“Don’t be nervous, Ariana.” He pulled out the high-back wooden chair, and Kuang San rested his head on the long table with his right hand, very lazy.She looked sideways at Ariana.
“Well, are you alone?”
“Lord Paul is meeting the Speaker of the Greenwich Council of Sages—His Royal Highness the White Priestess.” After calming down a little, Ariana stood there respectfully and replied.
“There will be no one else in Erica-sama’s room.”
Even Ariana, who has no skills in swordsmanship or magic at all, can hardly notice the abnormality of Kurumi who has restrained her breath, but she just thinks it is really good-looking.
“By the way, His Highness Kuangsan. Do I need to prepare a breakfast for you?”
“Breakfast?” Kuangsan nodded. “Get ready, hard work.”
“That’s what I should have.” Ariana smiled, seeming to be pleased that Kurumi asked her to prepare breakfast, and then stepped back.
“I always feel an ominous premonition.” Kurumi muttered.
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Paul was meeting with a young girl who looked to be in her twenties.
Alice Lucis Of Nafal, the daughter of the Duke of Godedin, is a girl called Princess Alice.
With her dazzling blond hair scattered, Alice looks like a princess in a fairy tale.Outside the short knitted dress is a thin coat and a pair of black leather boots.
That calm tone and indifferent jasmine-like temperament really didn’t seem to match her age.
It just looks a little weak.
Although it seems so, she is a shrine maiden with extraordinary magic power, and a peerless genius who is revered in the magic world as the “white shrine maiden”.
As the current Speaker of the Council of Sages, she is extremely knowledgeable.
But… Alice looked distressed at the moment.
“Master Paul.” She greeted Paul. “Is what you said in your letter… true?”
It is not a strange thing for the god of disobedience to come, and even as long as he has a [divine tool], the magician can summon the god of disobedience by means of special techniques.
But…with such a peculiar interest, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a god of disobedience who has directly entered a magic guild.
“Do I need to deceive you?” Paul smiled wryly. “The report of the Council of Sages, please pay more attention.”
“And… do you have a divine message about the name of ‘Tokisaki Kurumi’?” Paul looked helpless.
He really didn’t find any legends about the disobedient god.
“No.” Alice sighed.
“Sorry…even the Diogenes-Club…doesn’t have any description of that highness.”
“That’s really hard to do.” The commander of the [Red Bronze Black Cross] sighed deeply.
Chapter 8 Heading for London
“According to this station’s news report, the footprints on the outer edge of the wall of the Milan Bishop’s Cathedral are a prank…”
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Yesterday’s events were broadcast on the news on TV.
The camera kept focusing, and the tiny girl’s footprint clearly appeared in Kuangsan’s eyes.
Those are the footprints Erica left after using the Hermes boots yesterday. If the little girl saw it, she would probably yell and ask to turn off the TV.
Ariana’s breakfast for Kurumi is standard sushi and a serving of polenta.
The rice produced in the Po River Valley is wrapped in the marinated cow shank, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.I have to admit that Ariana’s craftsmanship is somewhat level.
It was only after Kurumi, who relaxed his vigilance, scooped up a spoonful of polenta, his expression changed instantly.
All kinds of flavors exploded on the taste buds in an instant, and the sweet and greasy back was covered with all the flavors of life.
Kurumi calmly put down the spoon.
“Ariana, I’m going to see what’s going on with Paul.”
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The Speaker of the Council of Sages did not bring Paul the information he wanted.
It’s hard to imagine that there is such a god of disobedience who has no myths and legends at all… It’s really troublesome.
You finish reading I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 199
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