Hannibal, well-dressed, chased after him and stood on the side of the public carriage.

"Can I go along?"

The doctor looked at Jason with a smile.

Jason replied with a smile:

"Nope."

When he saw Jason smiling, the doctor was ready to board the car, but when Jason spoke, he was stunned.

By the time the doctor came to his senses, the carriage had already started.

Looking at the carriage in the distance, the doctor couldn't help but shake his head.

There is no anger at all.

On the contrary, his eyes became more and more interested.

"How can a tiger walk with a dog?"

"Are you hiding something?"

"Even ......"

"Did you come to me before to cover up?"

The corners of the doctor's mouth curled at the thought of it.

Then, he turned and walked towards his clinic.

He was going to go through Jason's medical records again.

Although he doesn't know how many times he's flipped through it.

But......

He never gets tired of it.

Because, he was sure that this kind of person had something that interested him enough, but it was deeply hidden.

Finding these hidden things keeps him entertained.

"That doctor is kind of scary."

"It's polite, but it's always cold."

"Every time I look at it, it's like I'm looking at a steak."

"Of course, Jason should have noticed it a long time ago."

Gizer said, and the expression on his face switched to confused mode again, smiling sweetly at Jason.

"Hmm."

"How much do you know about St. Mungo's Academy?"

Jason didn't want to discuss it anymore, instead asking about the destination.

"St. Mungo's College has been established for more than 300 years, it was first established by a nun, it is a religious college, and then gradually evolved into the current social college, and it no longer restricts the identity of students, and the teaching quality is quite high, it is one of the best colleges in New Germany, recruiting young people over 15 years old and under 18 years old, for a period of 2-6 years."

"I wanted to go here to learn how to cook, but unfortunately I ......"

Speaking of which, the female pastry chef became shy again.

Jason looked at the female pastry chef curiously, waiting for an answer.

The female pastry chef put her hands on her chest, the index fingers of her left and right hands kept touching, and her voice was low, and she said:

"I set the kitchen on fire."

"It was a big fire."

"Just burn down the cooking classroom."

Cooking and lighting up the kitchen?

Jason looked at the female pastry chef in surprise.

With the other party's previous performance, it shouldn't be at this level.

"I was a little nervous."

"Plus it's a little hot."

"And then, I ......"

The sound after that was inaudible, and even Jason's beyond human perception could be heard.

But the female pastry chef's face was already completely red.

It wasn't until Jason wasn't paying attention to her that he let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a shame.

It is clear that it is good to face the past mistakes calmly.

If Evelyn was here, she would have said that I was good enough, and that people who didn't understand me must be bad people.

The female pastry chef thought.

Neither of them spoke again after that.

Jason closed his eyes and recalled the information that was available.

The female pastry chef was thinking about her sister and how to keep Jason behind.

St. Mungo's College is located at 1 Stew Pan Street, which forms a diagonal line with Sausage Street in Navigated City, almost across the entire city of Cinder, and takes about an hour by horse-drawn carriage.

The only thing that is fortunate is that there is no traffic jam.

The carriage arrived on time without a hitch.

The 'College of St. Mungo' in the afternoon is quiet.

The quaint stone school gate is not tall, and it can even be said to be short.

"The school gate was built by the nun three hundred years ago."

The female pastry chef said and walked over.

"Gizchel!"

The campus guard guarding the gate was a middle-aged man who was obviously familiar with the female pastry chef, and waved his arms before the female pastry chef could get close.

Then, Jason made his way all the way to the academy.

Moreover, on the way after that, the female pastry chef greeted everyone she met with a smile.

"I burned down the cooking class, but the director and the teacher didn't let me compensate, so after I learned how to make pastries, I would bring some pastries to everyone from time to time."

The female pastry chef explained.

Jason nodded, and then looked around with his eyes that had opened [Death Qi Perception].

St. Mungo's College covers a huge area.

In addition to the main school building, library, and dormitory building, the playground is divided into several areas.

Even, there is a horse farm.

In order to save his physical strength, Jason couldn't maintain [Dead Qi Perception] at all times, so he could only come to one place to take a look, but unfortunately there was no dead air anywhere, and everything was as usual.

The female pastry chef noticed Jason's behavior.

However, she didn't feel the slightest strangeness.

Because......

And so she was.

Approximate saccades.

Meticulous observation.

It doesn't take much.

One glance is enough.

"The club of the 'Philosophy' Society is located in the old school building No. 2."

"Share it with other clubs."

"That's it!"

As she walked through a dormitory building, the female pastry chef pointed to a six-story building not far away.

Jason looked in the direction of the female pastry chef's finger.

As before, nothing was gained.

Don't say it's a corpse.

Not even dead air.

"Shall we go in and have a look?"

"I can ask someone from the student council to show us around."

The female pastry chef said.

"Okay."

Jason nodded.

It's all here, and it would be great to be able to get in and check it out.

After Jason nodded, the female pastry chef led Jason towards the college's horse farm.

Da, da.

Before he could get closer, Jason heard the sound of horses' hooves clearly.

Not one or two horses, but a dozen horses running at the same time.

And also......

The crisp sound of a wooden gun breaking.

And after turning a corner, Jason saw a team of hedged Cavaliers.

Armor all over the body, including visor, and a 4-meter-long wooden spear in hand, 30 meters apart, then charged at each other, and the wooden spear was pointed at the vital point of each opponent.

Bang, bang!

Click, click!

The sound of crashing, the sound of wooden guns breaking.

Knights who fell to the ground one by one.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a comprehensive academy when he came, Jason would have thought he had arrived at the barracks.

It's still the kind of more elite aristocratic barracks.

Because the civilian barracks can't afford to raise so many horses, and they can't afford to waste wooden guns like this.

Jason and the female pastry chef stand at a distance from the racecourse.

Still, both sides are enough to see.

After another charge, one of the victors grabbed the reins, turned around, and took off his helmet.

A girl with curly hair, brown hair, single eyelids, round eyes, full of infinite energy.

"Gizchel."

The other party waved his arms excitedly at the female pastry chef, and rode over.

"Flute."

The female pastry chef responded.

She didn't dodge, because she believed in the other party's riding skills.

Tydi also believes in his riding skills.

About three meters away from the female pastry chef, Teddy pulled the reins and prepared to stop.

But the horses, who are usually in control, are disobedient at this time and continue to rush forward.

"Get out of the way, Gizchel."

The female knight shouted.

However, the female pastry chef was already frightened and stood there stunned.

It wasn't until Jason grabbed her by the back of her neck and dragged her behind her that the female pastry chef came back to her senses, looked at Jason who was blocking her, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Be careful, Jason." ”

Jason ignored the female pastry chef, just stood there, calmly looked at the rushing horses, and said lightly:

"Stop."