All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

"His Royal Highness Gadliche."

The dark wooden door was slapped vigorously. The handsome knight looked indifferent. After waiting for a second without a response, he patted the door vigorously again, "Your Highness."

However. The dark door remained motionless.

The icy eyes drooped slightly. The knight named Arnold raised his hand that patted the door, and then hung in the air.

Then in silence, the icy magical array twirled and unfolded in the palm of his hand.

The elements in the air were restless, gathering regularly around the magical array exuding ice-colored fluorescence. With the gradual completion of the complicated circuit, it is as if the substantial cold air is gradually formed along with the wind born out of thin air.

At this time the door was opened.

"...I've told you so many times. Knock on the door lightly with your knuckles."

Ice-colored eyes stared at me silently, calm and waveless like a frozen lake. And I sighed. He asked Arnold, who was always indifferent in front of him, "So. What can I do for you?"

"nothing."

Arnold replied calmly, "It's just a long time without any news from you. So I suspect that you are in danger of being unable to break free."

…That’s right to some extent. The Shura field that couldn't break free of it.

"Well. I went out a little bit in the morning."

I lied naturally. Handed him the admission notice in his hand, "Congratulations! The two were admitted by Baide together."

"There is no doubt about it. Because you have worked very hard."

The ice-like voice is too cold, and the words of praise are clearly said, but people can't feel the joy of being praised at all.

Arnold's expression was calm as expected. He took the admission notice with one hand and sent it into the magic device. Then he continued to look indifferent, staring at me silently.

The corners of my mouth twitched, "...This is the Admission Letter of Bader College. Don't you even need to open it to see it?".

"No. There is no other possibility other than the first place result." Arnold Magical Genius De replied flatly with my resentful gaze, "As for the other information, it's not too late to look at it."

...If you wait for a while before opening the envelope. What are you doing now?

I swallowed calmly. The black eyes shrank slightly, watching him cautiously and carefully. But the boy in front of him was the same as usual in words and deeds. It seems to be Arnold whose EQ is infinitely approaching negative infinity.

But I felt pressure.

The ice-colored eyes moved away from me and landed on the window behind me. Apart from the door, this room is the only way to enter.

And it must be tightly closed.

Thanks to the greatest invention in the history of mankind's magic-magician · Acceleration. Thanks to it, I can run faster than a Hong Kong reporter. Turned in through the window before Arnold returned.

That is "first step" in the true physical sense. Half of my body was still outside the window when Arnold knocked on the door. And at his first "His Royal Highness Gardrich", I crawled and fell into the room. Then when he heard the second "His Royal Highness", he hurriedly pushed Ahirain out of the window, said silently "I'm sorry" to him who was faint, and then closed the window at the speed of light.

At last. In the countdown called "Silence". I quickly arranged my clothes and expressions, strode to the door and opened the door.

If it's one second late. I'm afraid I will have to pay for a door in the hotel.

The old lattice window was closed tightly. Outside the window are dark red brick buildings and wide avenues. Reasonable and reasonable.

"Because you were not there in the morning. I went to the Magic Device Exhibition Hall by myself."

"And I saw someone like you there."

The ice-colored eyes turned slightly, and finally my figure fell into it.

It seems as stable as an old dog, but in fact it is a panic comparison—probably there is no better description of me at this moment than this sentence.

I've always felt that Arnold is free to use his emotional intelligence because of his low EQ. I'm completely wrong. How could I forget that people's double quotients are essentially interlinked. For Arnold, the jellyfish spirit, "EQ" plus "IQ" divided by two is still a terrible number.

Although he doesn't feel any problems with his emotional intelligence. But I was keenly aware that I was lying to him.

It is enough to understand this. There has never been such a thing as "white lie" or "don't care about the details" in the worldview of the straight man Arnold. Lies are betrayal. It's that simple and natural.

As for the reason for lying. This guy never cared.

That's why he was so sad about Heron Oz's departure. He clearly knows that the other party is not the one who will easily abandon him, but stubbornly thinks that he has been abandoned by him.

—Helen Oz loves himself.

-What about the evidence?

Obviously he has an indifferent face with no desires, but he is stubborn and paranoid in such a place. It is precisely because of this that when he found the "evidence" that was forty-five years late, he would be astonished to tears.

so. Here comes the problem again.

How can I prove that I deceived him. But in my heart, he valued him so much.

"Where did you go this morning. With whom."

Obviously it is a sentence pattern of interrogative sentence, but in the cold voice it abruptly becomes a declarative sentence. It's like I need to prove that I value his "evidence" so much. He also needs me to deceive him and betray his "evidence".

As for just because I was hiding it from you, is it that way?

A subtle and conspicuous dissatisfaction appeared in the heart like black spots on white paper. But almost instantly, he was suppressed by reason.

Because I clearly know that he also demands this. Two years of getting along. He never told me a lie.

"Don't want to say it."

The ice-like voice has no emotional fluctuations. Arnold quietly told a fact.

Then almost at the same time, he continued.

"You as a princess. Are you angry with me as a knight?"

"certainly not."

Almost without hesitation, I replied like this.

Arnold's lips opened slightly, then closed.

And I was stunned.

Because this is almost a physical instinct, a conditioned response.

For a moment, my expression is as complicated as it is. There is as much distortion as you want.

what. The only step I could descend was cut off by myself.

At this moment, Arnold used the as always indifferent voice to make up the knife skillfully and accurately, "That's why."

Well. Is this because I have acquiesced that I don't want to say it anymore.

"...Because this is a secret matter among girls."

I cast a deadly gaze out of the window, and the corners of my mouth twitched, and said my last killer skill, "I went to see Fiona in the morning. That's the cute girl with pink hair."

Arnold responded quickly, "Is that the woman who takes care of the dragon."

The corners of my mouth twitched. Although it is correct, why do I always feel that Fiona got an arrow in the knee.

"...Yes, it's her." I looked at the ground lifelessly and replied, "I already got the admission letter, so I'm a little bit concerned about whether she was admitted or not."

Arnold did not speak.

It feels like a play.

I lifted my dead fish eyes to look at him, seemingly casual but deliberately asked, "Don't you believe it. Then go and ask her."

Ice-colored eyes stared at me, and he didn't reply with an indifferent expression.

But at this moment I already feel stable. After all, I have already talked about it, and everyone knows—

"Yeah. Go and ask."

"..."

…

Why. why is that. I just went out to play around without telling Arnold and Ahilyan. Why did it become like this.

The black eyes are like a godless person who has lost his soul. The memories along the way have been blurred in the sky full of broken thoughts. When I recovered, Arnold and I were already standing in front of Fiona.

And the girl with long pink curly hair just sat under the big tree in the backyard of the hotel, keeping the posture of opening the lunch box, staring at us blankly.

A beautiful girl with a cute appearance and a petite figure. In theory, no matter what expression she makes, she should be beautiful enough to be picturesque. But why. Now I look at her like a fish lying on a cutting board, looking at me in horror.

"Gadrich and...Mr. Arnold, right?"

Fiona tremblingly raised her hand holding the lid of the lunch box. Shaking at us like Parkinson, "Good noon, two of you... What can I do for you..."

"I will ask you to confirm one thing."

Fiona, who was trembling almost all over, looked at Arnold tremblingly. Without any chance to speak, I covered my face in despair. I heard the man in front of him say calmly, "Is Gadliche with you in the morning?"

Simple. direct. fast. Midpoint targeting. There is no room for survival.

I suppressed the desire to cry, put my face in my hands and bowed my back.

"Ah...ah... what happened..."

"You just have to answer me."

God! Is it too late for me to kneel down and apologize to Arnold!

At the moment of life and death, the body answered my questions faster than the brain. And just when my knees softened and I almost knelt down, Fiona suddenly yelled, "Yes! That's right! Gadrich is with me!"

I straightened up abruptly.

Then, with a touch of emotion, Fiona gave a deep compliment to Fiona, who had kept herself under tremendous pressure.

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As an Otome player, is it wrong for anyone to like it a little? [Old hooligan trembling and lighting a cigarette]

Once handled properly, the Arnold line is completely broken.

Facts have proved how important it is to have a confidant (smelly similar)!

Today, the experimental class stood for eight hours... Ah not far from death. 【Fall down】

The end of life and death is complete. Go take a bath! 【Stimulate】