v5 Chapter 65： You taught me so well, teacher

In a small drawing room in the Prince’s Palace.

The little queen girl Anrietta has run on a whim and the literary salon is in full swing.

Balthazar was invited and was among the staff participating in the salon.

The great magician of the palace, although his attitude towards politics and war has become inexplicably radical recently. However, this change in the trend of thought cannot affect his love of literature, history and philosophy.

He is now a wise man who loves war.

"Ayden, you are really a good guy with excellent literary cultivation! It's a shame that I didn't know you earlier before! Let me say that within three years, an outstanding young man like you will definitely be in the north."

Balthazar is a middle-aged man who looks about four or five years old in appearance. He is now in the southeast corner of the meeting room, holding a goblet of ordinary wine in his hand, and his spirit is flying.

In front of him stood a young man named Aiden.

"Mr. Balthazar, it is my loss that I did not accept the teachings of such a great literary master as you earlier."

Aiden is handsome and humble, and always speaks slowly in a soft and a little hesitant tone, but no matter what happens, as soon as he speaks it through his mouth, it brings extraordinary charm and great fun.

The great magician Balthazar now feels from the bottom of his heart that it is a real profit to meet such a young man in this temporary salon!

Between the two, the more you talk, the more you will find that they have similar ideas, philosophical views and talents.

have the same tastes, life and dreams, have the same literary propositions and fanatical ideals, have the same appreciation ability, and have the same knowledge and knowledge.

Therefore, the conversation between the two of them often hit it off.

It was the first time they met, but the two of them all felt a joy of mutual understanding.

What do you mean by meeting friends with mountains and flowing water!

Mr. Balthazar is so focused on the exchange of literature, history and philosophy.

In the process of enthusiastic discussions with his confidant and unable to extricate himself, a total of thirteen dignitaries in the north, including the prince himself, fell asleep quickly in a slightly strange way inside the palace.

With the strength of this great magician, it was originally a very reluctant thing to perceive the dark nightmare aura of a certain one-third of the gods quietly released.

In the situation where the attention is restricted right now, it is completely unaware of any abnormality.

The other side of the living room.

Princess Anrietta, the initiator of this salon, folded her hands in front of her, maintaining the dignified and noble temperament that a superior person should have, watching her guests like water.

Her gaze swept across the living room, and when she passed the teacher Balthazar and the young man Aiden, there was a slight pause.

"It seems that the person I arranged can really attract the teacher's attention." Xiao Wangnv thought in her heart.

That's right.

This young man named Aiden was specially arranged by Anrietta.

He is a smart doorman under Xiao Wangnv who has a very good foundation, and he was secretly engaged in the palace's internal intelligence work before.

After an afternoon and evening assault training, Aiden is already familiar with many aspects of Mr. Balthazar's character, taste, dreams and so on.

It can be said that he is a confidant tailor-made for Balthazar!

is just one night’s time for communication, so it won’t show up at all!

Although I sometimes talk about topics that I didn't prepare beforehand, Aiden can cope with it by playing on the spot.

As long as you grasp Balthazar's preferred answer direction, it doesn't matter if the opinions and opinions expressed occasionally are not exactly the same as the great magician.

Even, during the assault training in the afternoon, Anrietta also specifically instructed Aiden to put forward a point of view and point of view that was different from that of Balthazar on individual issues.

She knows her teacher too well.

The so-called gentleman is harmonious but different.

Sometimes the collision of thoughts is more fascinating than one's catering, isn't it?

"You taught me so well, teacher."

When she thinks that she used conspiracy and tactics to calculate the people close to her, Xiao Wangnu couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

But as long as the "red fish instigating war" provided by Donne is true, then everything we are doing now is correct and worthwhile.

"I don't know how his... plan is going. Alas-this suit is a bit strangled, and I am tired after standing in this position for so long. I really want to go back to the room and lie down."

Xiao Wangnv kept her original posture, emptied herself a little bit, and some messy thoughts in her heart jumped out untimely.

In the eyes of other people attending the salon, this distorted heir of the North Land jurisprudence is just standing noble and coolly by the candlelight, his beautiful eyes are calm, and the light and shadow of the gorgeous clothes overlap.

Insight into everything, not close.

……

In the dream of the Minister of the Seal.

Daya, just as Dorn explained before he left, stayed where he was.

The shimmer from the amethyst in her hand enveloped her body, ensuring that she would not interact with the illusory things in the dream.

"Sir, he seems to have succeeded." Daya muttered to herself.

Since Donne left, the bishop, whose consciousness has assumed the form of an imperial sister, can clearly feel that the dream here is expanding.

Non-projection and non-subconscious units in dreams are increasing, that is, the subject of dreaming is increasing.

The scale of the blood-red war that took place in this dream is getting bigger and bigger.

More and more dreamers have participated in it with the illusory projection and subconsciousness in their dreams, filling this red fish dream into a grand epic of war.

Even His Royal Highness, the prince himself, charged to the forefront with his guards.

Mr. Donn is really weaving and connecting dreams about red fish.

"It is obvious that those who can dream of red fish are scattered around the prince's collar can accomplish this kind of thing in a short time...Mr.'s ability seems to surpass humans."

"I don't know if he will be willing to teach me, if I can, I want to learn from him."

"I just don't know what the origin of the sir. Even the cardinals in the holy city treat him respectfully."

Daya thought so, still standing in the center of the fierce battlefield without changing her position.

She won't move until Donne returns.

When this red fish dream was filled to the size of nearly fifty people, Daya had a very subtle feeling——

I can feel the feeling of imprisonment and oppression every time I dream in the past, but now I suddenly can’t feel it.

is like some kind of shackles being opened.

It is as if the sandbag has been tied for weight training. At this moment, the sandbag in consciousness is suddenly untied.

"Is this the boundless dream that the husband said?"

Although I am mentally prepared for this.

But the moment the grand boundless dream really came, the head of the northern diocese still felt a spontaneous shock.

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