It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

[This competition ended just as it began.]

Aris smiled awkwardly at Christie, then quickly ran off the stage with the sword in his hand.

You know what, it feels so good to end it early!

Aris came to the audience and sat down with a smile. He glanced around a few times and suddenly noticed that there was an extra seat next to his parents. He curiously asked his mentor, "Who is that person?"

"It's the Crown Prince's mentor." Aris's mentor answered in a low voice.

Aris opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Is this true?!"

The instructor nodded, with an affirmative look on his face, "Really, His Highness said so himself!"

Aris was even more shocked, but then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his teacher happily as he continued to whisper to his mentor, "Does that mean that my brother is willing to be the crown prince? That's great."

That’s right, he is also a staunch supporter of Crown Prince Christie!

While Aris was talking to his mentor, Christie also came and sat down on the chair next to the gentleman, holding her chin with her hand and looking at the gentleman with a smile, "Sir, how do you feel?"

"Hmm?" The gentleman's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at Christie listlessly, and said casually: "It's good, the scenery is nice."

As he spoke, he once again looked over the wall at the scenery outside.

Christie smiled but said nothing, and like him, she focused her eyes on the scenery outside the wall.

Maybe they were the only two people in the field who were not focused on the game.

However, they were the only two who could focus on the scenery.

Half a day passed and all the assessments were completed. Whether it was comprehensive or individual, Christie was the best one.

When Wang announced the result, the audience immediately cheered.

It seems as if Christie's influence is stronger than Wang's.

Amidst applause and cheers, Christie took the badge representing the Crown Prince, then turned around and handed the badge to the gentleman with a smile in full view of everyone.

The gentleman glanced at him, the nonchalance on his face slightly subsided, and he took the glittering badge and put it on Christie.

Christie curled the corners of her mouth, lowered her eyes to glance at her husband's hand, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Remember to keep your word, sir."

The gentleman chuckled, gave him a look and said nothing more.

After Christie officially became the crown prince, almost everyone was happy, and the news quickly spread throughout Celitia.

Before the gentleman had time to say goodbye when he left the competition venue, he heard Christie say, "Let's go."

"?"

The gentleman looked at him dimly.

"Go to my house." Christie smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her smile. "I just said it not long ago, you didn't forget it, did you?"

The gentleman thought for two seconds, and then remembered that after he put the badge on Christie, he said that as the Crown Prince's mentor, he would live with the Crown Prince in order to make it easier to teach the Crown Prince.

"Ah... I remember now. Let's go."

The gentleman entered the venue with great enthusiasm, not taking his poor memory seriously at all.

Christie looked at him puzzledly, "So why can't you remember things?"

"I've lived too long." The gentleman said indifferently, pulling Christie over and going straight back to his house, "Just treat me as a fish."

"..."

Christie was speechless for a few seconds. "Mermaid? Fishman? Mermaid?"

"Neither." The gentleman looked at him steadily for a few seconds, then nodded with some certainty, "But it will be soon."

Christie: “?”

……

The gentleman had no objection to staying at Christie's house.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that he was the Crown Prince's mentor.

as well as……

"..."

Christie choked and looked at the gentleman with a smile, "Sir, I correct you for the thirty-third time. My name is not Aris, Tiris, Oren, Calvin, Eric..."

He mentioned a bunch of names, then stared at the gentleman with a fake smile, "My name is Christie."

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, "I understand."

Christie: "No, you don't know. You always say that but you still say it wrong the next second."

MR: "Okay, I noticed, you should go to training Louis."

Christie: “…”

Thanks, he has one more name.

Christie held his forehead helplessly, but he wasn't really angry. However, before going to training, he said to his teacher with a half-smile: "I think you should remember my name."

The gentleman looked up at him and asked, "You want me to remember your name?"

Christie folded her elbows with her hands, a smile on her lips, "What else?"

As if he had thought of something, he added, "Also, it's not enough to just remember the name."

The gentleman was silent for a moment, looked at him for a few seconds, and nodded as if in compromise. "Okay, I will remember you and your name."

Christie smiled slightly, turned and left, not noticing that the distraction on the gentleman's face behind her disappeared for a moment.

But he soon returned to his usual self, careless, casual, lazy and unfocused. 】

Asa's deep voice sounded behind R, "The high priest is willing to have a relationship with you, are you still not satisfied?"

R: “…”

He smiled and turned his head slightly to reply: "You and Mr. also have a relationship, the relationship of forgetting and being forgotten."

Asa choked for a moment, then angrily reached out and punched him on the shoulder with his fist.

But no effort was used.

X on the side: “…” How about Asa and I switch seats so you two can talk?

Liu Qingyao in the front row was cracking melon seeds and turning half of his body to look at them with a smile.

Not only him, others also turned their heads to watch the fun.

Bert, the melon-eating master, Lancy, with an innocent face and blinking bright eyes, said something shocking: "Wow, it seems like you are flirting!"

Behefinger: “!!!”

He hurriedly reached out to cover Bertrand's mouth, then gave a shy and innocent smile to R and Asa who were looking over here.

other people:"……"

You... this... we...

Asa raised his head and swept a sinister gaze over them. Everyone immediately sat down and turned into quails.

Damn it, Asa is still a big villain and can’t be provoked for the time being.

Sir! Look at him!

Sir, please speak!

You take care of him!

R covered up his smile with a light cough and said to Asa, "Be good, I will take you to find the gentleman after we leave here."

Asa glanced at him faintly and sneered, "Don't try to fool me."

R smiled but said nothing.

【…

Christie turned to look at the gentleman who was leaning on the side, yawning and cheering him up, and twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, "So do you still remember that you wanted to teach me magic?"

"Hmm?" The gentleman raised his eyelids and said casually, "I remember."

Christie raised her eyebrows slightly and stretched out her voice, "You...are you not going to teach me?"

The teacher leaned back and leaned back, and replied weakly, "If you don't want to learn, I don't have to teach you."

"..."

The curve of Christie's mouth remained unchanged, and she narrowed her deep blue eyes, but there didn't seem to be much smile in them.

What a stubborn guy.

He reached out and caught the little fat bird flying towards him and touched its little head.

"You better really want to teach me, sir."

His words were very meaningful.

But the gentleman did not respond at all. 】

Asa leaned his head forward again and squinted at R, "You actually doubt the high priest?"

R chuckled, "Do you dare to say that you were not wary of the gentleman at first?"

Asa was not righteous but still confident: "Who can remember something that happened so long ago?"

R smiled and said, "Yes, it's normal for you not to remember someone you knew so long ago, right?"

These few words instantly calmed Asa down.

X turned his head slightly and glanced at Asa expressionlessly.

Why would you bother him if you have nothing to do?

[After a few minutes, the gentleman slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Christie, his expression normal, "Since you are so impatient, I will teach you in a month."

Christie: “…”

Can't wait but a month later?

The gentleman lifted his shoulder off the wall, stood up leisurely, and glanced at Christie again. "I still have something to deal with. See you in a month."

Christie stood there and watched him leave. After a moment, she looked down at the little fat bird and smoothed the exploded hair on its cheek with her fingertips.

……

half a month later.

Christie was sitting in the study, holding a book in her hand, and a young man was standing opposite the desk.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "How's the situation over at Lyleyard?"

Laeryard - a race that is on the opposite side of Celitia.

The man answered carefully, "The King of Laeryard is confirmed dead, and some of his descendants are fighting for the throne. On the surface, everything seems to be in chaos."

Christie hummed, her eyes still on the book, but she didn't turn the page for a long time.

The chaos at Lyleyard happened half a month ago, which happened to be the day Mr. left.

"Do you think it can be solved within half a month?"

he asked again.

The man calculated in his heart, shook his head and said, "No, there are many princes in Lairyard, and each of them is quite powerful and ambitious. I think everyone wants to get a piece of the pie."

"Indeed." Christie's smile deepened, but her eyes were tinged with coldness.

The people of Celitia do not like war, but Laeryard always takes the initiative to provoke war. They are not soft persimmons and will naturally fight back. As a result, the relationship between the two sides is very bad, the kind of bad that they are too lazy to even put on a show.

The two sides are equally strong and both suffer losses every time.

But compared to the Celitians, the Laeryard people have one disadvantage -

Life is short.

The life span of the Celitians is generally several thousand years, but that of the Laeryarders is only about five or six hundred years.

This is also the main reason why Lairyard always perseveres in attacking Celitia. 】

Karasuma Renya: ...

He would be happy to be given only half of his five or six hundred years of lifespan...

[The remaining half month has passed.]

But the gentleman did not appear.

Christie waited patiently for another month.

Unfortunately, the gentleman still did not show up.

Christie sighed softly, he actually hoped that he had just forgotten.

However, as the months passed, the gentleman still did not show up.

A year has passed, the battle for the throne of Lairyard has long ended, and the new king has been in office for more than a month, but the gentleman seems to have evaporated from the face of the earth and has not appeared in Celitia since.