Chapter 78 Weir, I hate you!

When the lingering fragrance in her mouth dissipated, Dorothy immediately raised her fork excitedly, ready to eat another one.

As a result, after scanning all the food on the snack plate, Dorothy remembered that there were only two of them, and one of them was eaten by Octavian.

After puffing up her cheeks, Dorothy quickly adjusted her mentality. After all, Octavier hadn't eaten anything in the morning, so it was normal to feel hungry!

Dorothy then set her sights on the fried meatballs on the snack plate.

This fried meatball is so precious that everyone has only one on their plate.

Putting her fork towards the fried meatballs, the moment Dorothy was about to touch the fried meatballs, the familiar black shadow flashed again, and the fried meatballs on the snack plate disappeared without a trace.

Dorothy was stunned again for a moment, then turned her head stiffly and looked at Octavier, whose cheeks were bulging like a hamster.

"Vell..."

"Well……"

Octavier wanted to swallow the fried meatballs immediately, but the balls were a bit big. Octavier and Dorothy looked at each other while chewing the fried meatballs hard.

In the end, Octavier successfully swallowed the fried meatballs, nodded to Dorothy with a serious face and said:

"Miss, it's not poisonous, you can eat it!"

However, looking at Octavian, Dorothy's mouth tightened, and a layer of mist quickly filled her eyes.

"Woo..."

"Uh... miss?"

"Vell, I hate you!"

Dorothy finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted to Octavier with red eyes.

Hearing this, Octavier suddenly froze in place, as if her whole body had been struck by lightning. Dorothy's words echoed in Octavier's ears for a long time.

I hate you... hate you... hate you... you...

After shaking her body twice, Octavier turned around, squatted on the ground, and began to draw circles. Her whole body seemed to become a bit darker.

"I'm hated by the lady, I'm hated by the lady..."

Octavier murmured in her mouth: "Obviously I learned from Ryan. I taste it for the lady before she eats. Why am I still disliked by the lady..."

Ryan: "..."

Did you taste it? It’s just a matter of grabbing food!

After turning his eyes, he saw Dorothy looking at him with tears in her eyes: "Teacher Ryan, I didn't eat the fried meatballs..."

"I'll give you mine."

Ryan put the fried meatballs on his plate onto Dorothy's plate. After all, they were here to serve as guests, and they also brought precious velvet pepper seeds, so they had to entertain them well. of.

What's more, Ryan always prepares one of these fried meatballs in the lunch box he brings to Alcott College, and he always has one, no less than one bite.

"Thank you, Master Ryan!"

Dorothy's originally crying face immediately turned into a smile. If Dorothy's eyes weren't still a little red, Ryan would have thought Dorothy was just faking it.

Compared to Yvette and the others, who are the noble daughters of the Hedley Empire, Dorothy, who is a demon noble, seems to be more like a child...

Although the internal situation of the Demon Clan is many times more complicated than that of the Hedley Empire, it is undeniable that the nobles within the Demon Clan are much more harmonious than those of the Hedley Empire, and there are rarely any intrigues. matter.

What's more, there is no law within the demon clan that stipulates that nobles will be punished for fighting with each other.

"Hmm~ Good times!"

After eating the fried meatballs that Ryan gave her, Dorothy's little face was full of satisfaction:

"It would be great if I could always eat the food cooked by Master Ryan!"

Hearing this, Octavier, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles, turned her head and looked straight at Ryan.

——Even if you look at me like this, I can’t possibly teach you how to cook!

Ryan complained silently in his heart.

After lunch, Dorothy wiped her mouth, left the table and found a random place to rest.

The remaining time was for the attendants to have their meals.

Delly, Daisy, and Yvette's maid sat at the dining table, eating lunch dignifiedly and quickly.

Octavier, on the other hand, was unwilling to eat the lunch cooked by Ryan no matter what, and chose to stand beside Dorothy, trying to find a way to win Dorothy's forgiveness.

It was obvious that the food was quite delicious when I was grabbing something to eat with Dorothy just now...

It's a pity that Octavier can't make people happy at all, and can only tell cold jokes, which makes Dorothy sit on pins and needles and can't even rest well.

"Aki, Instructor Ryan, Instructor Rowling and Otis, I will go back with Weir first and won't disturb you! Let's play again next time!"

After hearing two more cold jokes from Octavier, Dorothy finally couldn't bear it anymore, said goodbye to Ryan and others in advance, and left the mansion.

After Dorothy and Octavier left, Rowling didn't stay for long. After encouraging Nenelli and Yvette, she also left.

After eating for a while, Ryan took the two little girls to the yard and started the afternoon training.

First, Nenelli was asked to draw the magic circle she learned in the morning. At the same time, Ryan began to guide Yvette in the sword dance of the elves.

Perhaps because she was not very skilled in practice, although Yvette's sword dance was quite rhythmic, it was still a little stiff.

Especially Yvette's expression. During the sword dance, her face was always serious, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Yvette, you can relax a little more. This sword dance is just like dancing, not for killing people."

After giving Yvette some pointers and showing her several times, Ryan sighed, walked forward with a wooden sword, and lightly touched the tip of his sword to Yvette's:

"Let's do this. Just follow my rhythm and relax."

Since this kind of sword dance is used by the elves for communication, it is naturally divided into the sword dance used by men and the sword dance used by women.

What Ryan taught Yvette was naturally the sword dance used by women.

When Ryan took her to do the sword dance, Yvette discovered that although the sword dance used by Ryan was completely different from the one he taught her, the fit was surprisingly high.

Unknowingly, Yvette started dancing the wooden sword to Ryan's rhythm.

Although there is a considerable size difference between the two, the wooden sword that Yvette danced with Ryan was obviously much more agile than before, and Yvette's expression gradually relaxed.

At this moment, Yvette felt that she was not practicing the sword boringly. During the sword dance with Ryan, bursts of joy and pleasure arose in her heart.

After a sword dance, Ryan put away his wooden sword, while Yvette still had some unfinished thoughts.