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Aretha? Rabelais, in previous times, was known because of her and Schip? Turing collaborated to calculate pi to the sixth decimal place around the year 359 of the continental Gregorian calendar. Although this achievement is still behind the Eastern mathematicians of the time, it is commendable that as a woman, she has been able to expand her scholarship to such a point. However, now more people know her because of her and the god of war, Sogrande? The intimacy between Leus. There are always people who want to drag this brilliant mathematician into the water, but they can't find strong evidence, and all the claims that the two have a relationship that goes beyond friendship are based on irresponsible speculation and imagination. Good deeds think that adding fuel to the matter will make the truth, but unfortunately the most exquisite lies are just some clumsy perjury.

May 19, 363 Gregorian Calendar, Farensi, Caiunescu.

It was a well-known fact that Miss Rabelais had a separate research room in the Civil Service College. She is indifferent by nature, except for daily teaching, most of the rest of the time is a person hiding in the research room to calculate the problems that seem very inexplicable to the layman. There were not many visitors to her, and Sir Zigner's Sir Turing usually visited her at the end of summer each year to exchange some academic work with her. The other one is a regular visitor, only the itinerant justice, whose whereabouts have been so erratic for more than ten years.

Very few people saw Thorgrande in and out of the research room, which was probably why he didn't want to bring any gossip to the mistress of the room. And the time of Thorgrande's visit was not regular, sometimes he had afternoon tea there, sometimes he had supper there, sometimes he came two or three times a month, and sometimes he did not hear from him for a whole year.

Ellesa had become accustomed to the occasional polite knock at the door, and though they had never agreed on a code, if only a few clicks on the door, Miss Rabelais would immediately know that it was the only guest who had visited. She even felt a little proud of her special ability.

Every visit was always so quiet and pleasant, and when the hostess opened the door, she saw the smiling amethyst eyes. After bowing gracefully, the dusty guests would take out small gifts from their rough linen cloaks. It could be a bottle of honey, it could be a jar of jam, or it could be a brand new manuscript.

Aresa's favorite gifts were the manuscripts, not only because she was a book lover, but also because many of them were copied for her by the guests themselves. She liked the neat and beautiful handwriting that Sogrande had left on the parchment, and even made her feel more pleasant to read.

Later, Sogrand would sit down on the only bench in the room, and Aretha would bring him some tea and snacks. In the early afternoon, when the sun shines through the windows and the room is filled, there is where Aresa works on her math problems alone while Thorgrande sorts through her case papers on the coffee table. The two men didn't say anything to each other, just worked quietly on their own, occasionally looking up at each other and smiling, so that the whole afternoon passed leisurely. If it was late at night, the hostess would find two blankets and cover them one for each person. Aretha sat behind the desk, and Sogrend lay on the bench. The two would talk there softly, and they would talk about philosophy, history, mathematics, astronomy, geography, and in a word, all useful topics were within their reach. Saugrand never talked about politics with mathematicians, and he occasionally talked about the cases he decided, but he avoided all topics related to politics and strategy.

The length of time the Justices always stay at a fixed pace, usually around two hours, after which he takes his leave. Eletha never asked him to sit a little longer, because she knew that the other party would politely refuse. The two of them maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding in this way, and neither party ever thought of change. That's all there is to their relationship.

To say that there is a deeper interaction, it cannot be said that there is no such thing as nothing. If the mathematician was invited by the Queen to attend a social occasion such as the New Year's ball, the Captain, though he was still as late as ever, would always come over and dance a tune with Miss Rabelais, even if he was about to leave immediately after the piece. This situation aroused the jealousy of almost all the ladies present, even Queen Margaret.

Early that morning, Miss Rabelais had arrived early in her laboratory, for she had not been scheduled to attend classes in the academy in the morning, and she would not have come so early in the past. To-day, however, she could not sleep a little longer in her bed, so much so that the Count of Rabelais was somewhat surprised to find his daughter sitting in the diner-room before himself.

Aretha pulled back the heavy curtains, letting the May glow of Farency shine through the glass and fill the room. She hummed a tune softly in her mouth and cleaned up her desk with an uncanny sense of pleasure. Her table was a bit of a difference, made for her by a furniture workshop owned by the Luce family. The biggest feature is that there will be a large sand table after a cover plate in the middle of the table is erected. The reason is that mathematicians need a lot of scratch paper to calculate, and relying on mental arithmetic alone is easy to miss some key points, and using parchment paper is too wasteful. With this table, the sand table is like an endless supply of scratch paper, and the lid is just enough to hold some books or paper on top for Aretha to browse and record.

Miss Rabelais's sixth sense is perfectly correct, at least today. She was just about to sit down to start the day's work when the familiar knock sounded at the door. As we said earlier, even if it was only for a moment, Ellesha could tell the special guest. She hadn't seen the guest in months, and she was glad she had gotten up early. Thatha got up from her chair neatly, walked briskly to the door, and opened it cautiously and quickly.

"Ah, good morning, Miss Rabelais." Sure enough, it was those amethyst-like eyes.

"Good morning, Lord Luce." Aretha struggled to make herself as graceful and decent.

"I came back in a hurry this time, and I didn't prepare any decent gifts." The Parade Justice said apologetically.

"No, no, it's the best gift if you want to come and visit me." This sentence comes from the heart.

"That's the only one, I hope you like it." Thorgrande pulled something out of her bosom that Alyssa had not expected—a delicate red rose. The petite buds were adorable, and were prized before the introduction of large, double-petaled Rosaceae plants from the East.

"It's so beautiful," said Ellesa, smiling as she took the red rose, and took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers, "then, I'll get you some water and plug in the rest, or you'll be all gone." ”

"Oh, that's a bother." Thorgrande was embarrassed to bother, and took the rest of the red roses out of his cloak—a whole bunch.

The Inspector Chancellor sat on the bench and watched as Miss Rabelais cheerfully found a faience vase containing a bouquet of roses, then brought a small jar of water, poured it into the vase, and delicately sprinkled the rest of the water onto the petals with her delicate fingers. And the single rose was casually inserted into the unglazed teacup on the table.

"Why don't you water it too?" Thorgrande asked, pointing to the rose that had been given to the hostess.

"No, I'm going to use it for embossing." Aretha replied, "You can keep it forever." ”

"It's a good idea." Thorgrande paused, "You women are good at taking care of these flowers and plants. ”

"Will you stay here until the afternoon?"

"I think so."

"There are more people going to the Montier cemetery in the morning, and the afternoon is quieter." Alyssa said as she sorted out the roses.

Sogrend didn't continue to talk, he just smiled slightly. The two of them did not speak again, and as they had done so many times before, the room entered a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The two of them went about their own work. The scent of roses soon filled the room, and the water droplets on the flowers reflected a jewel-like glow in the sunlight. It's been another pleasant morning.

It was also the same morning that another group of young men and women finally arrived at their destination, the capital of the king of Pharynsi, Caiunescu. The canal passenger boat that Celedora and his party were on made their way into the city. The people of Mastar did not expect to see the same familiar conditions in Falensi, where ships could sail directly into the city's waterways and deliver passengers and goods to their destinations in a very convenient way.

These aqueducts were originally built during the Narcibis period, but after the Phalensian occupation of the city, they were completely blocked for defensive reasons. Now, these waterways have not only been renovated, but also doubled. Even so, boaters who come in and out of the area still find the waterway quite crowded. Of course, on the shores of Lake South Civar, the Falencians also built several larger docks. New towns and communities have sprung up around the periphery of Caiunescu, making it virtually twice as populated as it did 10 years ago.

"It's not the same as Shurasa, but it's no worse than Shurasa, all of which were planned by Lord Luce in the June Edict, but I'm afraid no one thought that they would be realized so quickly." Reinster told the foreigner.

"Indeed, even in Shurasa, it is nothing more than a busy and lively one." Fiore agreed.

"Lan Feng, do you think so, does your hometown have such a lively place?" Fiona asked.

"Ah," Lan Feng smiled shyly, "I spent most of my time cultivating in the mountains, and the biggest city I've ever been to in the past is only Quanzhou City." However, Quanzhou is also a very lively city, with a lot of foreigners doing business there. ”

Cyodora stood silently at the bow of the ship, staring blankly at the busy scene around her. Ever since she entered the territory of Pharansey, she had become much quieter, as if she were a different person. Fiona was a little worried, and Miss Hayes felt that Theodora seemed to be hesitant to see her biological father.

Messydis, by contrast, is the exact opposite, where the little girl pesters Reingst all day long. All the questions are about Sogrand. In the mind of the little princess of Arlan, Thorgrande? Luce is her undisputed father and an admired hero. Messys was anxious to see the man, to ask him why he had left his mother in the first place; wants to tell him about his grievances over the years; He wanted to be recognized by the Leuss family so that he could go back and inherit the throne justifiably. The future is all good for her.

"Alright, guys, we're here, let's all get off the boat." Reinster said after the boat had stopped.

A group of Farencian Praetorian Guards were waiting for them on the docks, and behind them the Mastarns saw Michel, the eldest prince of the House of Reims. Apparently, the Pharansis had learned of the arrival of Theodora from two sources.

Reinster jumped to the shore first, and then graciously helped the guests to shore one by one. Messys was the first, and she really couldn't wait; Sailor Dora was the last.

The leading officer of the Praetorian Guard is a familiar acquaintance of Lieutenant Randil, and it can also be said that he has been playing together since childhood, and it is also possible that he will soon become Reingst's brother-in-law and the son-in-law of the Randyr family.

"Welcome home, dear Reinst." A strong hug full of camaraderie.

"It's a pleasure to be greeted by you, Lucido." Reichingst patted his friend on the back.

"I said, I won't leave when I come back this time." "Don't do it in that shady intelligence service, come to me and serve as a hussar in the Praetorian Guard, I've mentioned it many times to Lord Sauer, and he's agreed." ”

"Ah, shady intelligence department, your words about the Ninth Legion will make the Venerable Society unhappy." Reinster laughed.

"Let him go, I don't want any son to inherit his father's business. I was born a hussar, even Lord Wingomnast said so. "This young officer is Lucido? Lieutenant Beta, who is also the head of the Ninth Legion, Jayne? The eldest son of Lieutenant General Beta. He was slightly shorter than Reinster, with thick honey-colored hair, and blue-gray eyes that always radiated a confident glow. He is a young man full of enthusiasm and drive.

The Falencians are busy catching up, Michelle? Lance went up to meet the princess of his own country.

"Your Highness, it's great that you've arrived here safely."

"Thanks to you, my journey has been smooth." Saildora just replied lightly. This surprised the Mastar, who looked at the Princess's best friend, only to be met by Miss Hayes who shrugged her shoulders at him.

"Stop gossiping, you see, we're delaying our business." Reinster said to Rucido.

"Lord Randil, how is our itinerary arranged? Do you go to the palace first, or to the hotel? Cyodora walked straight to Reingst's side, the first thing she had said to the Pharansis in days.

"Neither, Your Highness, according to Her Majesty's wishes, you should first go to the apartment of the Luce family in the city." Reingst replied.

"Okay, then let's go straight away, and you'll lead the way." As he spoke, Theodora walked to the carriage waiting there without looking back.

"Wow, what a proud princess." Lucido muttered quietly.

"She wasn't always like that, either." Reinster smiled wryly.

At this time, Lieutenant Landil felt someone tug at the corner of his coat, and when he looked back, it was Messis.

"What are your orders, Your Highness Messis?"

"Hey, hey, I just wanted to ask, are we going to my father's house?"

"Yes, it's where he lives in the city."

"Shall I see him soon?"

"I can't guarantee this, Your Highness, Lord Luce's work determines that his whereabouts are not very fixed, maybe he is waiting at home now, maybe he has just left the royal capital, I can't be sure."

"Oh, that's right, I see." The little girl looked a little lost.

"You'll definitely get to meet your other two sisters and your grandmother, though." Reinster reassured.

"Really? Are you sure? What do they look like? Will they hate me? Messis's tone shifted from euphoria to worry abruptly.

"Both of your sisters are very kind people, and they will definitely like you." Reichest said this, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to the house first. At this time, Theodora, who had already stepped into the carriage with one foot, glanced back at him, snorted softly, and got into the carriage.

"It seems that it is not appropriate to go with you, so should we arrange another place to live?" Lan Feng asked, compared to the others, he didn't have any relationship with the Luce family.

"No, you should also go along, as a guest of my personal invitation. Moreover, Your Excellency Lan Feng, who has traveled thousands of miles to Farenxi and does not want to find a way to meet the most famous person here, won't it be a pity to become an envoy? Reichingst laughed.

"Since you said so, then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate." After Lan Feng made a move, he got into the same carriage as Fiore and Michel.

Two carriages, escorted by the Janissary hussars, arrived at their destination, a house that we believe our readers are already familiar with. Around the year 329 of the continental Gregorian calendar, Douglas? Gran bought the two-story house with its own yard. After the end of the French Civil War in 344, Sogrend bought the property for Tina in the name of the Lanfonte family. Over the next four years, the house witnessed everything that happened to Sogrend and Chenna's new family, including the birth of their biological daughter, Reinhardt.

Today, Cyodora is finally here after more than a month of traveling. She didn't know what awaited her in the house, but having been on such a long journey, it was clearly not her character to hold back before the last step. Although Princess Marstar had envisioned many situations, she had become stiff and sluggish when the door opened.

A beautiful girl with silver hair and purple eyes stood there quietly smiling at her, and Cyodora could be called "reading countless women", but there had never been a woman who could make her so staring.

"Is this my sister?" Compared to a sister whose identity is undetermined like Messis, the beautiful girl in front of her should be her undoubted half-sister. Cyodora never imagined that her own sister would be so lovable, or that she had subconsciously been smearing the image of her relatives in Pharynsi, to escape her conflicted heart.

"You must be Sister Cyodora, I recognized you at first sight." The silver-haired and purple-eyed girl said with a smile.

Theodora was stunned and couldn't say a word, Reinhardt saw that she didn't react, and thought that he had made a mistake, and looked back at Nastasya who was with her, and then at Reinst, and both of them showed her that she was not mistaken. This confused Miss Leus, and just as she tilted her little head to figure out how to break the deadlock, another elf jumped out.

"Sister, sister, I'm Messis." Princess Arlan threw herself directly into Reinhardt's arms.

"Ah, yes, it's Messis, I've heard about it, thank you for your hard work." Reinhardt crouched down and stroked the little girl's hair tenderly. This made Messydis's nose sore, and she fell on her shoulder and began to cry. It provoked Reinhardt to comfort him for a while.

"Saildora, drooling is coming down." Fiona leaned into her close friend's ear and said this.

"Huh? Really? Theodora hurriedly wiped the non-existent saliva.

"You're really ...... It's too beastly, and he actually has such an attempt against his own sister! Fiona shouted in a gesture of righteous indignation.

"I say, can't you just spoil such an atmospheric scene?" Estella sighed as she clutched her forehead.

"Sister Theodora, I'm so glad I was able to hug you." At this time, Reinhardt put down Mesidis and walked over directly to hug Theodora, who was about to catch Fiona. Celedora's body trembled for a moment, then she slowly stretched out her hands and hugged her sister tightly.

"Me too, dear sister."

In this way, the daughters of the two military gods with the closest blood relationship finally met.