The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

After settling down Xi'er, Ye You went out. The sun was shining outside and the sky was blue, which matched the girl in the white dress very well.

But there is probably no one here, but the maid clothes are quite authentic.

Diluc's Dawn Winery has maids to help take care of it.

However, Xier has a thin skin and it is impossible to wear this kind of clothes to go out.

Although I really want to see it, I can't force it.

"Just choose a normal cute dress."

Ye You walked towards the clothing store.

On the other side, the black cat who stayed in the library all morning had a strong hunger in his stomach.

Not only do you need to eat, but your eyes and brain also need rest.

She put down the book, walked politely to the reception desk,

"Miss Lisa, I'll take my leave first."

"Well, you are welcome to come again at any time, little black cat."

I walked out of the library, touched my pocket, and forgot to bring money.

It seems to have to go back first.

Although Fischer was not at home, she was very generous and gave Ye You, Xi'er and Black Cat a key each.

In the words of the princess, they are all loyal dependents, and they should be gifted by the Pure Land of Nether Night.

Back home, the black cat found a rustling sound coming from Fischer's bedroom.

"A thief?" The black cat was instantly alert.

She tiptoed closer to the room and peeked in through the crack of the door, when she happened to meet Xier who opened the door.

"-Ah!"

The two were startled at the same time.

The black cat looked at Xier in surprise: "Xier, why are you wearing Fischer's clothes in Fischer's room?"

Chapter 71 The Debt Saint

"Ciel, why are you wearing Fischer's clothes in Fischer's room?"

In the face of the black cat's question, Xier hesitated.

How to answer this?

Did you say that Brother Yeyou shredded my clothes?

Isn't this kinda bad.

Xier had an idea to see how brother Ye You explained it to Fischer.

Just now Xier only saw that Fischer agreed to borrow clothes, but did not pay attention to what brother Ye You said.

She walked quickly to the black cat, opened the notebook with her back to her, and the panel of the chat room appeared on the snow-white paper.

She opened the record of Qingkong Ji's speech, glanced at it in a panic, and lowered her head and said, "I, I'm in the Lang Lang... My clothes were cut by Gogou fruit... So, let's borrow Fischer's clothes first..."

"Oh."

The black cat didn't care much about this, and didn't ask any further questions, but turned around and went to the living room to look for Mora left by Ye You.

Ye You had swept away almost all the strongholds of the Qiuqiu people near Mond City before, and obtained a lot of Mora, which was placed in Fischer's home and used by everyone at will.

The black cat grabbed a handful of coins and put it in his pocket,

"Be careful, Sheer. I'm going to the deer hunter for lunch now, do you want to join me?"

"Ah...now, now..."

Seele looked down at the pajamas.

The black cat tapped his head, "Ah, sorry, this dress is really inconvenient..."

"It's okay... Brother Ye You has already helped me buy clothes."

"Then let him come, let's go together." The black cat sat on the chair and stared at the sky outside the wooden window hung with shades of green.

Seeer was also wearing pajamas and sat down.

Fischer's home is far away from the market, without the hustle and bustle of the downtown, but it also seems quite peaceful.

At this moment, both of them were sitting silently, and the room became silent, and occasionally there were the ethereal voices of birds.

"Black cat." Xi'er looked at Wugeng Liuli who was lost in thought, "What are you thinking?"

"Huh? Oh,"

The black cat came back to his senses from thinking, "I was just thinking, what other way to perceive the power of the elements? The eye of God is just a sensory organ."

"Elemental power?" Xi'er tilted her head, stretched out her index finger, energy gathered, formed a ball, and then exploded, Xier's conditioned reflex avoided, and then said naively: "It's this kind of harmonization. Can it be similar energy?"

Elemental power and Honkai energy are two different energies, but Xier found that she seemed to be able to operate it vaguely.

Just like in the orphanage, Cocolia's mother asked everyone to test the manipulation of mercury, and as long as they concentrated, they could transform the mercury into complex shapes.

But the black cat's eyes widened at the moment.

She was about to collapse, she wanted to swear, and she held her hands up to the sky.

stupid!

How can a person feel the power of the elements?

The black cat is in Mond, and now he knows a total of four people, Ye You, Xier, Fischer, and the administrator of the library, Miss Lisa.

I'm the only one who is special, isn't it? !

The cat immediately felt hungry.

"Black cat..."

Seeing that Wu Geng Liuli's young lady's face seemed ugly, Xi'er couldn't help shouting weakly.

"Don't call me first, let me be quiet."

............Model Month, London.

According to the location provided by the mysterious old man, Joan of Arc took Sakura to the headquarters of the Clock Tower.

Although it is called the Clock Tower, the location of the Magic Association does not specifically refer to the area of ​​Big Ben in London.

In fact, the headquarters of the Clock Tower is located on the outskirts of London, and "seventy and five classrooms" are located in various streets of London.

It criss-crosses almost every urban area.

Especially after the modern magic department was recognized as the twelfth discipline in the early 20th century, the connection with the watch world became more and more frequent.

Students in this subject can talk and evaluate magic more freely, and sometimes upload pictures, etc., which is simply the field of the new generation that conforms to modern society.

These are not mentioned for now.

The monarch of archaeology that Joan of Arc came to look for this time, Meastia, whose office is on Regent Street.

The street twists and turns, connecting Oxford Circus and Piccadilly Circus. There are many shabby British-style high-end suit shops nearby.

Joan of Arc was lucky that the monarch did not go out this time.

As the monarch of the archaeology department, it is common to go to the tomb of Albion to collect materials.

After Joan of Arc handed the letter to the kind old man, the unique magical fluctuations covered on it made him so surprised that his reading glasses were about to fall off. He hurriedly stood up and said shake it out for a while, please wait a moment.

After about half an hour, he brought a stack of documents and pushed them to Joan.

"Hello, Joan of Arc...Miss, this name reminds me of a great saint. By signing it, you can officially join the Magic Association."

Signing...reminds the Holy Maiden of bad memories.

"what is this?"

"Certificate of Qualification for the Sacrifice."

Joan of Arc has no concept of the rank of magician, but if someone who is familiar with the Magic Association is here, they will be shocked when they hear the monarch's words.

To grant a rank to a magician, there is a very strict review process, and it must be recognized by the Law and Politics Division in order to obtain this extremely precious title.

The Law and Politics Division does not admit that even the monarchs of the other eleven divisions have no right to grant even the lowest "last son" rank to any magician.

But now he has passed the "last son", "eldest son", and "open position" among the seven ranks of magicians, and has directly become the "sacrificial position", which has not happened for many years.

Joan of Arc picked up the document and stared at the arcane-like cipher text on it, without signing it in confusion.

"Do you have to sign?"

"It's just a formality. As for your identity, I have already registered you with the Magic Association. People from the Law and Politics Department are very happy to help after seeing the letter."

The old man said kindly: "After all, what you inherited is a classroom, one of the seventy and five cities of the Magic Association. Without a corresponding identity, it will only attract unprovoked coveting."

"Since it's a formality, then I won't sign it." Jeanne pushed back.

"Then... well, it's about the same anyway."

What almost?

When Joan of Arc wanted to ask this question, the old man pushed another stack of documents with a key pressed on it.

"Miss Jeanne, please take a look. If there is no problem, you can inherit that classroom now."

Jeanne didn't understand, just thinking that Ye You said that she could inherit the classroom, so she simply nodded.

Seeing her promise, the old man also showed a relieved expression on his face.

"Miss Joan of Arc, she is also a very generous person. Then please put a magic seal on it, that is, input your magic power. Okay, now the classroom belongs to you."

Jeanne got up to thank her, and Sakura bowed politely.

The monarch's gaze stopped on Xiao Ying, "What a lovely little guy, is she Miss Jeanne's disciple?"

"Almost." Joan replied ambiguous.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Meastia, let's go first."

"Goodbye, if you have any questions, you can always come to me."

"thanks."

Joan of Arc took Xiao Ying out of the office of the Archaeology Sovereign. According to the address given by the Archaeology Sovereign, she took Xiao Ying to a strange London street. After searching for an afternoon, it was worthwhile to find the location when it was dark.

The classrooms are also located on a quiet street in Regent Street.

The inherited "classroom" is not just a house, but a building.

The three-storey white building has an office, a living room and a bedroom.

She and Sakura may live here for a long time.

"Have a good rest today."

The room seemed to be cleaned and the interior was exceptionally clean.

After a busy day, Sakura was still a child. After taking a shower, she fell asleep.

Joan of Arc looked at the chat room, but did not find the master's voice, so she also lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

In a knock on the door, Joan got up in a daze, opened the door,

"Hello, is this Miss Jeanne?"

The visitor was an English gentleman in a neat suit and his hair completely combed.

"It's me. Is there something wrong?"

The British gentleman nodded and said with an impeccable smile: "Hello, Teacher Jeanne, I am the dispatcher of the clock tower, and this is my business card. This is the case, since Teacher Jeanne inherited this classroom, then the corresponding The debts have also been inherited, please take a look."

He handed over a thick stack of documents.

Joan of Arc couldn't understand, and asked directly: "Debt? How much?"

"A total of nine thousand seven hundred and sixty-nine..."