Albert College

Caesar sat down calmly.

"I'm Caesar Vallière, and I'm with Bird Bismarck." He decided to test it first to see how the other party would react to this.

"Caesar and Bird?" Ebner pondered, then slowly sipped his tea, propped his chin with one hand, and asked calmly, "Why did you appear here?"

Caesar frowned, but did not answer.It seems that Ebner in front of him really doesn't know him.This felt very strange. After getting along for several weeks, he almost forgot the indifference and arrogance that this guy had hidden in his bones at the beginning, so that he was not used to it now.

On the contrary, Levi tilted his head in doubt, and stretched out a finger to Bird. The movement was not very elegant, but it was unexpectedly straightforward and cute, and his eyes were wet like a pure and flawless deer.

It's a pity that I don't like fawns. I like tiger-toothed tigers, the ones that eat fawns.Nishizawa thought with a sullen face.

"His surname is the same as mine!" the little deer girl exclaimed.

"Because I'm your brother." Byrd replied with a sad face.

"Really?" Levi asked uncertainly, she tentatively looked back at Ebner, but the latter didn't say anything.So after thinking for a while, Levi grabbed the void.

The space fluctuated accordingly, and a roll of parchment immediately appeared in her hand.Several people watched her series of actions inexplicably, and quickly got the answer.

It was a family tree.The history of the Bismarck family is so long that the family tree is so thick that it can be used as a murder weapon, so what Levi has is obviously only a small part of it.

That being said, the dense text inside is enough to make people dizzy after the thing is spread out.

The little girl jumped off the stool, spread the whole parchment on the ground, then half-kneeled on it and began to search earnestly.

"Here it is!" she shouted happily, her eyes lit up, as if she had conquered a scavenger hunt.Bird quickly stretched his neck to look over, and then opened his mouth in surprise.

On the yellowed parchment, Levi's name hangs alone at the end, with an arrow pointing to the words "Ebner Bastian" next to it, which is so small that it is easy to ignore, and the following line of notes reads "Family teacher".

This unexpected result made Byrd's hair stand on end. He pointed at the family tree in disbelief, almost poking a hole in the parchment: "Why are things like tutors marked on it, but why is it that there is no such thing as a tutor?" Without my name?!"

Levi was taken aback, and silently moved away from the yelling weirdo, then looked at Ebner with tears in his eyes.

Bird was choked, so he had no choice but to look away, staring at Ebner fiercely with hatred.Even if he pounces on someone to bite now, Caesar will not be surprised.

"It's useless if you look at me like that, it's a matter of personal charm." Ebner shrugged, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"Are you Levi Bismarck's tutor?" Caesar asked.

"This job is boring." Ebner replied, "Yes, unfortunately, I am her exclusive tutor."

Byrd snorted coldly with his bun face on the side.

Caesar was expressionless.

What a farce.

That Levi created a childhood self, and then placed it in the manor with Ebner.This interest is difficult to understand, but the behavior of a lunatic is usually unexpected, otherwise how can he be called a lunatic?Or it's all his hallucinations, the little girl doesn't exist, and neither does Ebner, anyway, he can't believe that Ebner actually became a tutor, and then sat in the garden with a little girl and happily tasted black tea.It sounds ridiculous.

The guy even patted Levi's head kindly to comfort her, like a competent nanny!

Caesar grabbed the ceramic pot and poured himself a cup of black tea to calm down the anger he didn't know where it came from.

But when he saw the weird thing in the cup, his movements suddenly stopped.

It was not a brown-red clear liquid, a lot of sugar that hadn't melted in time was mixed in it, almost turning the black tea into a semi-solid, which made people stomach ache just looking at it.

This is Ebner's habit, not many people know about it...

"You don't need to force yourself." Noticing the change in Caesar's face, Ebner naturally wanted to take the cup in his hand, intending to put it aside, but found that Caesar was holding the cup wall with surprisingly strong strength. "What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows and asked, and then looked at Caesar in surprise as he drank the whole thing down the glass in one go.

Bird and Levi watched his feat dumbfounded.

"I can't even drink it." Levi said in a daze, looking frustrated that his status had been challenged.

The sticky sugar slid down the esophagus, the sweetness completely covered up the aroma of the black tea, and the sweet taste filled the mouth, it was like torture for the tongue, but this stimulation made Caesar's mind a little more clear.

The principle of illusion is the same, everything in it is constructed by its creator.

Levi Bismarck created the space, but she couldn't add little-known details to Ebner.In other words, the Ebner in front of him is probably not fictional, the only problem is that his memory has been modified a little.

"Are you trying to curry favor with me?" On the other side, Ebner watched Caesar pour down the cup of black tea with great interest, and tapped the table with his fingers a few times: "I have to say, you succeeded." He happily Announcing it, it seems that he has been brooding over his previous questioning of his taste.

Caesar took a deep breath and stood up abruptly.

"He can't take it anymore." Levi concluded firmly: "He must be looking for a place to spit out what he drank." Bird nodded cooperatively beside him, anyway, no matter what Levi said, he would all nod of.

But Caesar's next action was beyond the two's expectations. With a little anger, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Ebner, and dragged the latter to turn around and leave.

The elves had many opportunities to get out of the way, but he didn't do so. It seems that the common "hobby" has added a lot of points to Caesar.

"What do you want to do?" After being dragged along for seven or eight minutes, Ebner finally couldn't help but say, "It's far enough away, I don't think they can hear our conversation here."

"You really don't know me?" Caesar stopped and looked back at him coldly.

"...Are you trying to tell me that I knew you before?" Ebner's expression became serious.

"Yes." Caesar gritted his teeth: "So I deserve to pay for your affairs and waste a lot of time getting involved in this messy situation. If you are really that good, you shouldn't expect someone who hasn't Graduated trainee mages are here to save you."

"If I remember correctly, we only met once, and there is no obvious gap in my memory. What evidence do you have?" Ebner spoke calmly, ignoring the vigorous anger in the other party's tone.

Caesar twitched the corner of his mouth irritably.

Evidence...Damn it, did that guy think that he could pull out a certificate of acquaintance from his pocket right now to identify him?

"What do you want to know?" Caesar said, "Beforehand, we've only known each other for a few weeks."

"How are you sure that I am the person you are looking for?" Ebner asked.

"There is no other person in the world who spoils black tea like you. It tastes like a disaster."

"It's not that bad. People don't always have the courage to try something they're not used to." Ebner said softly, leaning against the wall and finding a comfortable position for himself.

"Of course, Ebner Bastian is always right." Caesar glared at him: "When I saw you for the first time, I deeply understood your self-righteous character. Although I lost my memory, But your ability to be annoying has not diminished at all, if you can change your habits..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped.

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"You like chess." Caesar tried to find something valuable in his memory.

Ebner looked at him inexplicably.But Caesar's next words became more and more fluent, and there was no gap for him to interrupt.

"You prefer to work alone and don't like any form of interruption. The way to relieve work pressure is to find someone to bully you; although you have raised many plants, except for the half-dead cactus on the windowsill, all others have died for various reasons. I usually skip breakfast and only drink black tea for lunch, but there must be fried eggs for dinner; I can use both hands, but I choose my left hand for writing; it is difficult to wake up when I fall asleep, but I am very sensitive to murderous intent; I am self-righteous and make decisions I will definitely do it, I don’t know that there is such a thing as other people’s opinions..." He finished speaking in one breath, and then asked: "This is all your previous habits, do you want to hear anything else? "

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