Albert College

"Really?" After listening to Caesar's words, Ebner nodded calmly: "It seems that we need to talk to him."

"It's 'you' who needs to talk to him." Caesar emphasized.

"Don't worry about such details." Ebner calmly smiled, even though his clothes were messy, he still smiled like a beast, then he bowed gracefully and gracefully, and said, "Anyway, we can't go today , I don't want to face a possible enemy in this state. Besides, he is a nobleman, and we can do nothing with this evidence. Since it is still early, dear Caesar, you want to have a cup of tea with me ?"

"...I suggest you stop the bleeding first, and then put on this playboy look." Caesar didn't give him any face, and coldly rejected this inexplicable proposal.

"Of course, I need to change clothes, and you too, Caesar." As if he didn't hear the rejection in the other party's words, Ebner arranged for himself: "Come to my residence together, I don't think you I don’t want others to see myself in a state of embarrassment covered in mud and mucus.”

The last sentence successfully convinced him, and Caesar followed Ebner unwillingly.

The house was as resplendent as the memory, and, to be honest, it was a relief to step on the soft rug after a harrowing encounter.

"Black tea or coffee?" Ebner quickly changed his clothes, treated the wound, and asked while standing in the small kitchen.

Caesar thought of the unknown liquid last time, and felt his stomach throbbing again, so he replied firmly: "Coffee."

But Ebner had already made the black tea, so he went straight to the edge of the sofa, sat down calmly, opened the sugar bowl on the side, and raised his eyebrows disapprovingly when he heard Caesar's words: "Then you can Go soak."

Caesar: "..."

He has long known that this bastard elf has nothing to do with good qualities like understanding!

"I want to take a shower." Caesar stood up, decided to clean himself up and leave immediately, let Ebner and his black tea go to hell.

"The bathroom is over there." Ebner pointed casually with his left hand, while his right hand was still persistently putting sugar into the cup spoon by spoon.

Caesar twitched the corner of his mouth, then rushed to the corridor without looking back.

Thankfully, Ebner hasn't gone mad enough to force him to drink that weird thing.

The house is large but well laid out, and Caesar found his destination without much effort.A day of thrilling experience made him a little tired, and he found that all the muscles in his body were sore after he calmed down.The belly of the fish is obviously much more exciting than the library.

The water dripped down the ends of the hair, bringing some blood stains, most of which belonged to Ebner.Caesar lowered his head and watched faintly as the trace of blood flowed into the drain and disappeared.

At this moment, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

!

Caesar suddenly raised his head, and then saw Ebner walking in so carelessly.

"What's the matter with you?" He was surprised that his voice sounded calm.

"Send the clothes. Although they may not fit, I can't let the guests go back with dirty clothes." Ebner replied with an innocent expression, but his eyes swept Caesar's body unceremoniously.

The young man's long black hair was wet with water, draped softly on his shoulders, casting ambiguous shadows, making his complexion almost transparent, and his delicate collarbone and slender waist could be seen through the dense water mist, revealing a faint shadow. There is almost no color.

Although I have seen many beauties, it is undeniable that Caesar is definitely the best among them.

Aware of this embarrassing situation, Caesar grabbed the clothes and put the robe on his body before glaring at Ebner: "The clothes have been delivered, why don't you leave?"

Ebner looked at his empty hands regretfully, and then drooped his ears like a canine abandoned by its owner—he had practiced this set of pretentious tricks proficiently, and began to accuse: "Cesar, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is not good habits."

"Do you expect me to say that because you kindly sent a suit of clothes, you can stay here as long as you want?" Caesar looked at him murderously.

"This was originally my bathroom." Ebner replied shamelessly.

Caesar was choked and speechless.He stared at Ebner fiercely for a while, and found that the other party didn't even move his eyebrows, and he didn't feel guilty at all, so he simply pushed Ebner away, and walked straight outside.

Ebner changed his pitiful mask, resumed his half-smile expression, and followed leisurely behind.

Caesar stopped in his tracks: "Why are you following me? The bathroom is given to you, and you can stay there until the end of the world."

"Without you," Ebner said, "it would be the end of the world there."

Caesar looked at him in shock, goosebumps all over his body from the disgusting sweet talk.It took him a while to get his language system back.

"...I don't remember you having a brain injury before." He said with difficulty.

"Well, it seems that this method has no effect on you." Ebner shrugged: "In fact, after getting along for a few days, I have a lot of feelings for you. Let's be honest, dear Caesar, although I don't count Too serious, but do you want to try dating me once?"

"Damn it!" Caesar took ten seconds to digest this magical proposal, and said angrily, "I'm not a noble lady somewhere, waiting to have a romantic relationship with a handsome elf mage!"

"But we are already a couple in the rumors. Don't you feel a little bit of a loss if we don't have a real relationship? Since it happened, we should enjoy it." Ebner said as a matter of course.

What kind of fantastic logic is this?Aren't elves all reserved and friendly creatures?Could it be that the evil deeds of the entire elves were concentrated on this bastard?

Since being adopted, he has never had a big emotional change, at least not as much as he wants to kill anyone now.Caesar grabbed the oil lamp hanging on the wall and threw it at Ebner. The latter flashed lightly and looked at him in surprise, apparently not expecting him to be so angry.After all, he has been molesting, and Caesar has been enduring it.

"Well, Caesar, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."

"Really?" Caesar sneered.

Finally realizing that his attitude was too contemptuous, Ebner put away his smile, looked at the angry Caesar with some embarrassment, and said, "Well, I shouldn't confuse you with those noble ladies, this is My mistake. Would you like a cup of coffee, I made it for you before."

Caesar stared at him uncompromisingly.

"No need, as long as you stop pestering me."

"Compared to this, why don't you change your clothes first? You'll catch a cold."

"No need, I'm not cold at all." Caesar rebuffed.He even felt a little hot, and the fireplace should be burning brightly.

But Ebner was stunned for a moment, he came back too quickly, he hadn't had time to light the fireplace, so what's the matter with the temperature?

Caesar also realized that something was wrong, he looked behind Ebner, and found that the flames had licked the corner of the wall relentlessly and quickly.

It seemed that enough oil had been added to the lamp, and even after a night, the oil lamp was still burning.

The fire developed rapidly, and did not show mercy at all because of the luxury of the interior decoration, and quickly ignited all flammable objects in the living room.Caesar's specialty lies in offensive spells, and there is not much to do against such a fire.

"Should we continue arguing, or run away?" Ebner seized the opportunity to ask.

Caesar: "Damn it, don't you know water magic?"

"It may not be possible to deal with such a big fire." Ebner replied in a good mood, and at the same time took off his coat and put it on Caesar's head: "The good news is that we are on the first floor."

They also have a window on their left hand side, just break it to get out.Caesar looked back, the fire had engulfed everything in the living room and was spreading here.

The house is no longer good, but since the original owner doesn't mind, why should he hesitate?

Caesar calmed down and made him regret his decision for more than three months.If he could have foreseen the next development, he would definitely do his best to stay and fight the fire, because its owner is really a brazen bastard who is more dangerous than fire.