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The originally dark and somewhat dull dress was embellished with "bright colors", which surprisingly gave Allen a modern aesthetic feeling.
of course.
It also takes the longest time.
Modifying other clothes is just a cover-up.
The one she cared about most was still Alan's.
She wanted Alan to stand upright in the banquet hall in this overly elaborate dress.
Let everyone see his grace.
Even in the name of diners.
She still wanted him to shine.
Alan looked at the dress for a while, then turned his gaze back to Hilda's face.
"Thank you, ma'am."
The latter looked into Alan's eyes silently and paused for a moment.
He forced a wider smile onto his tired face.
"You're welcome. I should thank you for teaching Alice swordsmanship. She has become an advanced swordsman so quickly."
"Alan, that's great too."
Beside the two of them, Sylphy watched the scene quietly, her eyes flickering.
After a while, before everyone left, Hilda fell asleep.
The direction of the face, the position of Alan.
After being discovered by Sylphy, they hushed in a low voice, and then everyone quietly left the room one by one.
Alice walked in front and Alan walked at the end.
Sylphy will stay to look after Hilda.
The door closed slowly.
He was outside the door and Sylphy was inside. The door slowly closed as they looked at each other.
When only a crack in the door was left, a hint of surprise flashed in Alan's eyes.
The white-haired girl's eyes seemed to have something to say, but in the end she quickly glanced behind her, just looked deeply at Alan, and then looked away.
With a bang, the door was closed.
Alan looked at the door quietly, then turned and left.
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After lunch, teachers’ dormitory.
Alan sat on the chair in front of the bedroom desk, looking at the "task reminder note" on the desk.
More than a month ago, Sauros said, "You can go and see Hilda privately." The implication was very obvious.
Alan's 'threat' worked.
Sauros can continue to turn a blind eye and deceive himself so that Alan can meet Hilda in private.
So far, Allen is more than capable of accomplishing this task.
But he didn't act.
Because he was waiting for an opportunity.
The compound points task given by the system was very special. It did not limit the duration, but instead limited the time interval between his completion of the three tasks.
The implication of coercion is very obvious and very difficult.
Alan had already adapted to this. The system's tasks were always so 'aggressive' and obviously challenging.
It is now clear how to respond to the three expectations.
Hilda's expectation was simple: to have her son, who was masquerading as Alan Boreas Greyrat, recognize her.
Sylphy's expectations are also simple, to respond to her enthusiasm and respond to her love.
Gileno's expectation is still simple, to swing the sword of light.
They correspond to family, love, and strength respectively.
Putting aside the seemingly strange mission requirements this time, in essence, the system is still the same as before, forcing him to integrate into the world and forcing him to deeply participate in "his own jobless journey."
This is indeed the path that Allen wants to take and is heading towards.
But the problem is that it takes 24 hours.
This was the fundamental reason why he put on hold the task that Hilda was expecting.
Because Sylphy's expectation still needs a "response", and she even has to go to Shillong, which means she will have to wait even longer.
Fortunately, Hilda's health has been getting better over the past month, so he is not so worried about this "mother" who is so kind to him.
There is still time, you can just wait a little longer.
After Alice's tenth birthday party, he went to Shillong to explain everything and then brought Loki back.
When the time comes, just push off the three tasks together.
The interval will not exceed 24 hours.
But recently, he always had a strange feeling lingering in his heart.
That is - every time he saw Hilda recently, he had an inexplicable feeling.
Very ethereal and elusive.
He seemed to be able to grab it with his hand, but he failed every time.
Especially when Hilda smiled at him, Alan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Very strange.
and.
Alan looked at the knife that had not been unsheathed for a long time on the table.
He can already swing the sword of light.
The sword's will had been "beating" in his hand, prompting him to grasp the sword, to swing it, to make the long-planned strike.
But Allen always felt that
There's still something missing.
Just like responding to Hilda's expectations.
Something is missing.
He frowned and looked at the paper in front of him.
"Dong dong dong."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Alan turned his head and his eyes lit up.
He put the paper into the drawer, locked it, stood up, and walked to the door in a few steps.
Open the door.
It wasn't Alifa who came to deliver the letter as expected.
The white-haired girl was standing outside the door looking at Alan.
Alan blinked and was about to say something.
But Sylphy grabbed her wrist.
Alan was stunned for a moment, looking down at Sylphy's hand.
Sylphy's hands were soft and her strength was gentle, just like her spring-like temper. This reminded Alan of the scene when Sylphy grabbed his wrist in the locker room a month ago.
Alan looked up into Sylphy's eyes.
Reddish-brown eyes stared back.
Soft and strong.
"Alan, today's spring breeze is very gentle and the timing is very good"
"I've thought about it for a long time and I feel that you and Mrs. Hilda shouldn't be like this. I..."
“I want to try again.”
Before Alan could say anything, she grabbed his wrist and led him out the door.
The grip on Alan's wrist was very gentle.
But it reveals an unquestionable "effort".
The two walked down the corridor, climbed the stairs, walked across the bridge, and came to the door of Hilda's bedroom.
Sylphy turned to look at Allen.
She raised her index finger to him and shushed him softly.
Gently push the door open.
The floor-to-ceiling windows cast light into the living room, the stove was bubbling with hot water, and the windows were closed.
The room was very warm.
Hilda was not on the sofa. She was sent back to the bedroom by Sylphy to rest and was already fast asleep.
Sylphy held Allen's hand, and under the latter's puzzled gaze, she quietly walked across the living room and came to the dressing table.
She tilted her head to look at Hilda's bedroom door, reached out her hand, and gently pushed open the window beside her.
With the change of seasons, the sharp wind no longer blows into the bedroom.
Blowing on Alan's face.